Anyone who has lived in the boys’ dormitory knows the environment, and the three words can summarize all of them: dirty, messy, and bad.

When Bo Jiu carried the suitcase in.

The person who was originally cooking instant noodles in a kettle was stunned and quickly pulled out the latch, then looked at the side, which meant that he was saying, no, the school grass lives in our dormitory?

Including Bo Jiu in the dormitory, there are a total of six people.

One of the other five is still a thorn in the first half.

The thorn sneered, and Bo Jiu was still a little disliked. He just winked at the left and right, intending to walk over with a majestic and fierce look.

But Bo Jiu threw it up with his suitcase, holding his pants bag in one hand, wearing a school uniform, and his jacket was still half-open, and he stood sideways, and he didn't look so sharp when she entered the school, as if even his eyes were cold: "I'm in a bad mood today, don't mess with me in the end."

When the thorn heard it, I felt even more upset. Does this guy know that there are rules for dormitories? What does it mean when he comes to his territory?

"I said do you want to live..."

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out and pinched the boy's wrist, and the boy twisted it neatly.

Just a bang!

The thorn was thrown a little dizzy.

Looking at the chandelier in the dormitory, he shook his head.

Grandma’s, why no one has told him that this is the best player in the whole grade, so good at playing!

Bo Jiu lowered his eyes: "One, I'm in a bad mood, two, I'll pick the ones first, I have limited patience."

The thorns really hurt.

The one who was easy to cook originally admired Bo Jiu, but now seeing Bo Jiu like this, she sighed. The master in the game did not expect that he was also a master in reality.

The thorn was convinced by the lesson. After changing the style, he got up, and then he opened up the place for Bo Jiu, serving tea and pouring water.

Bo Jiu sat on the only wooden chair in the dormitory, and she had some headaches. She never thought of being so domineering, but she probably couldn't change her basic character design.

"Boss, don't worry, no one in this building dares to mess with our dormitory." The thorn slapped Bo Jiu's small electric fan while gossiping: "But, why did you suddenly think of living in the school? Shouldn't you students study at home?"

Bo Jiu glanced at him: "According to your words, aren't those who live in the school good students? I'll experience life."

Experience life? He sighed very much, and he didn't understand the world of academic masters.

When Bo Jiu spoke, he did not forget to see the surrounding environment: "There is a condition exchange."

Conditional exchange?

The other five people glanced at each other.

"Although I don't do my homework, I can still do some questions. I can help solve your homework. The same is true, don't show these in the dormitory." Bo Jiu pointed to the smelly socks thrown everywhere: "There are also these, and everyone is handsome, so you should know the most basic etiquette. It's okay to take off your tops. After all, the weather is hot now, but you just wear a pair of underwear and walk around casually. It's too eye-catching. Good figure and good figure are a bit eye-catching. Are you showing off your bottom line?"

The boy wearing only a pair of underwear inexplicably felt that he was shot, but everyone was handsome, and the whole dormitory agreed.

"The most important thing is that there may be girls coming to visit in the future." Bo Jiu stood at the window and looked at the girls who were wandering downstairs, without doubting their ability to attack: "There are also some people who can take photos. You should not want to be photographed in the most frustrating scene. It is not good to find a girlfriend like this."

As soon as Bo Jiu finished his last sentence, the one wearing underwear jumped into his bed.

Boys who never value their appearance, change clothes, look in the mirror, and work as roommates of school grass, must keep up with their appearance.

If there were no girls watching them before, they would definitely be asked by girls in the future. From now on, they would need the best basic care!

The atmosphere was pretty good.

I don’t know who said suddenly: “Mr. Nine is coming in now. Will Mr. Qin come to see you in the future, and my favorite Lin Feng Da.”

What did the man say later? Bo Jiu is not listening at all. The word "Qin Shao" is like stabbing a certain nerve.

It won't hurt much, but when you think about it, you will be much silent.

"Think about it, the way all the members of the Emperor League team came to our dormitory. Just when Qin Shaoyi came, it would inevitably cause a fire-like onlooker." The man was completely silent in his imagination.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and his voice was very light: "He won't come."

"Ah?" The people in the dormitory were confused. Why did Young Master Jiu look a bit like... a broken heart?

No, no, you can't guess randomly.

In the past, they thought that the Ninth Master must be like the rumor, and the cliff was a bend.

Now look at which corner is so strong.

Rumors are simply unreliable.

But why did Mr. Jiu come to live in the dormitory? It’s a ridiculous question.

"Is there any cigarette?" Suddenly, the boy spoke again, interrupting the thoughts of the roommates: "Give me one."

Even smoking?

This is not very consistent with their minds as the image of a top school student!

"Second, go to the corridor to watch. The dormitory manager is here and howls."

As soon as the thorny spoke, even the one wearing underwear cooperated. The few people were so motivated that it showed that they did a lot of such things.

Smoking is originally a collective activity.

It’s normal to have one person in the high school dormitory.

However, it is still a bit difficult for them to accept the school grass smoking.

Bo Jiu did not look at the surprised eyes of those people, turned his head and lit the cigarette, and stood by the window, a little unwilling to move.

"Hey, do you think the school grass looks a little wilted?"

"It's exactly the same as when I beat me up."

"Maybe I'm thinking about the game. Don't you look at his cooperation with Mr. Qin? He played very well."

Hearing the words Qin Shao again, Bo Jiu turned his head: "Did I just say that I'm in a bad mood?"

As soon as you entered the door, you gave the whole dormitory a warning. It was too obvious that you were in a bad mood!

But why?

"Want to know the reason?" Bo Jiu blew the ash, his eyes a little deep.

The five roommates looked at the boy and nodded unanimously.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and his voice was a little cold: "I was dumped by Mr. Qin."

Everyone:... I promised not to bend!!!

My ears finally became quiet, and no one mentioned the word "Qin" again.

Bo Jiu put out the cigarette and looked at his mobile phone screen. He hesitated for a long time, but hesitated without sending the message out.

The roommates dare not talk about this person's situation casually, after all, the Ninth Young Master's force is too powerful to suppress.

However, he was so handsome even if he broke up, he probably only had nine young men.

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Bo Jiu's mood has not changed at all. He leaned against the wall, he was not handsome, but he was so depressed that the atmosphere in the whole room was a little heavy.

The roommates all felt that the new boss was coming, so they had to celebrate: "Would you like to go out for a meal? The big plate of chicken at the entrance of the school must eat!"

Bo Jiu glanced at them and really wanted to go out for a walk. I felt really bored when I stayed like this.

"Go." Bo Jiu stretched out his hand and slapped out the cigarette and walked out of the door.

It can be said that today there are more scenery in one middle school.

The other five people walked in front.

The boy followed behind him with his pants pockets, wearing a black mask on his face, and looked down at his cell phone.

The girls coming and going have already seen their hearts become unbalanced.

Since Bo Jiu participated in the competition, he has not come to the school many times.

Just living in the school like now has become a benefit for the school girls.

Legend has it that the delicious big plate chicken in the Chinese Super League is just across the school and you can get there by crossing the road.

Because the summer vacation is not yet on, the weather is not particularly hot. Setting up a stall outside the store and eating in the natural wind is sometimes a pleasure for male high school students.

It's certain to ask for beer.

Anyway, there are no classes today, so I just live in a school.

Thorn brought a bottle of beer and was about to pour half a cup of Bo Jiu when he saw that the boy had already brought a bottle, put it next to his mouth and bit it. The cap opened, and he raised his head and drank it.

The five roommates were shocked again. Seeing the boy drinking without moving, they thought to themselves that the school grass of their No. 1 Middle School was such a ruthless character.

Maybe I saw Bo Jiu always looked at his phone.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Jiu, what are you watching? Are you so dedicated?"

"Nothing." Bo Jiu closed the WeChat page and took another sip of wine.

The man also thought that the phone was not good-looking, and he really didn't understand why Young Master Jiu stopped on a blank WeChat screen.

This meal.

Bo Jiu ate very little, and he was drinking without saying a word.
To be continued...