Chuichi was too noisy to sleep because of the sound of the decoration upstairs.

From the beginning of the morning, the sound of Zizi Lala began to sound one after another, and it was quiet for a while, letting people relax, just falling asleep, and ringing again without warning, terrifying people in their dreams. .

I didn't know how long it took me to do so. At the end, Hatsui finally screamed in a sullen tone, grabbed the quilt that was pulled strictly over his head, and sat up in a flutter.

Eyes are deep, long hair is scattered, and his face is sleepy and not mad.

She stared straight at the end of the four-poster bed for a while, thinking about whether to knock on the door upstairs to remind.

Forget it, it's hard work for the decoration workers, so they have to get up early to work.

Hatsuri grabbed his hair irritably, hooked the hairline beside the pillow, and tied a ponytail casually, and the small animal reluctantly grunted and fell back into the pillow.

The sound of knocking on the nail came again from the top of her head.

"..."

She climbed out of bed with her fate.

Freshman A reported several days a day, and Chuichi had been sleeping at home until the last day. Because her home is local, she doesn't carry much stuff, and a trolley case and a school bag will fit all the belongings she needs.

When we arrived at the school, it was close to noon. When the sun was at its peak, Chuichi got out of the taxi at the entrance of the school and dragged his luggage to the campus orientation map to stop. I pulled the schoolbag strap that slid down my shoulder, and then raised my head, carefully identifying the approximate location of the report and the girl's bedroom.

A girl next to me walked past her behind her parents, stopped for a few seconds, her tone was amazed: "Mom, look, there is such a small freshman, like a high school student."

"..."

Why is it so small, there is a one and six meters rounded up, okay!

Hatsuri looked up in disbelief.

The girl and her parents had gone away. The thin one, with long black hair and straight hair, the back looks tall and can be used as a model. There is at least one seven and seven meters.

For her, the height of the field is mysterious and even the air quality is unfamiliar.

"..."

Fine.

At first, Shuichi was as quiet as a chicken. Then he swallowed his stomach full of dissatisfaction, and continued to study the schematic plan of the campus in front of him.

Her sense of direction has not been very good. The night before, Ms. Deng made a three-hour cross-country phone call, and she was instructed to do the same thing, but finally she was uneasy and began to make a reservation for her flight ticket back home.

I was also a daughter slave at first. I thought that my daughter was going to college. It was a big event in my life. I was thinking about Faer’s desire to go back and forth. When I received an order, I immediately prepared to turn on the computer. "Too late" was the reason to refuse, and repeatedly promised to emphasize that you are okay.

Although she now feels that there is a little problem.

His shoulders collapsed, his nose wrinkled, and he turned around and looked around.

A small shed was temporarily supported under the shade of the tree opposite, and three or two senior school sisters wearing orange volunteer t-shirts were standing below, and new students kept asking for directions.

There is a senior sitting on the outermost bench. He looks the most idle. He is more like a volunteer than a volunteer, talking to the people next to him.

The man looked completely unheard, lazily leaning against the temporarily moved wooden table and drinking coke.

He was wearing black sweatshirts and deep jeans. He didn't wear volunteer clothes. He didn't look like a freshman. His face was mostly covered by a Coke. He only kept a pair of eyes, and just stopped looking at her.

The relative eyes are just a moment.

The next second, a tall and beautiful girl approached him, handing out her cell phone a little bit shyly and saying something.

He looked away, lowered his eyes, and listened quietly to the girl in front of him, then smiled.

Coke was placed on the table next to it, and Hakuchi finally saw his face.

It’s not without reason that a pretty lady wants a mobile phone number.

He took the mobile phone handed over by the girl, and hung his head down, and the person was still leaning on the edge of the table, looking casual.

The girl came closer carefully and said something to him. He didn't say anything. He just returned the phone. The pretty peachy eyes were slightly raised, and his thin lips made a frivolous and faint smile.

Slack did not care.

For the first time, Hatsui saw a man who could laugh so disheartenedly.

It can also bear a flirtatious taste.

She blinked and hadn't waited for a reaction. The senior who had just been talking to him had come to this side, wearing an orange volunteer t-shirt, like a moving carrot, and approached her.

Hatsui turned his gaze back, looked up, and looked at him slightly sideways.

Carrot grinned, and the sunshine was handsome: "Does the school girl need help?"

Carrots are the kind of seniors with high EQ.

Especially when he meets a pretty school girl, he will be particularly witty and humorous gentleman talkative, and his words and deeds are just right, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

He accompanied Chu Zhi to the check-in office and the dormitory building. In the morning, the two people had exchanged their name in the professional class of the college, and they left a phone number by the way.

On the last day of the report day, there were many new students. It was already 1pm when Chuichi took the military training apparel to the bedroom. Her bedroom was located on the corner of the second floor. The four-person bedroom had a separate bathroom and a small balcony.

The other three people in the dormitory had arrived. She was the last one, which happened to happen. The black long straight who met at the school entrance in the morning happened to be her roommate.

At the time, Chuichi didn't see her face, but the other party recognized her first.

The black long straight face is as beautiful as her back. She looked at her with surprise and introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Lin Tong. I didn’t expect you to be my roommate. It’s so good. That’s not what I said this morning. You’re short, I mean you’re so cute, hahaha.”

"..."

Don't explain it.

Hatsuri said the name, but couldn't help but add: "I have 160," she paused, her voice lowered, a little lack of confidence, "wear shoes..."

This time not only Lin Tong but also the remaining two people smiled.

Chuichi blew out a breath of depression.

Can the dwarf defend his dignity? The dwarf's heart is very fragile!

Lin Tong is from Chengdu and has a cheerful personality. He very creatively gave them a pile of hot pot base material for the meeting. The spicy base material was sealed in a transparent plastic bag. The color was bright and the appetite was soaring, so four The girl took a thigh shot and decided to eat hot pot together at the end of the afternoon shift, and by the way, narrowed the distance between them.

Military training will start the next day, and you have to get up early, and everyone did not go far, so they found a hot pot restaurant near the school.

The two-storey storefront is decorated with antiques, carved wooden tables and chairs, and the air is filled with a strong hot pot smell, spicy and fragrant.

The dip is self-service, with a rectangular table in the middle, a large glass bowl with various seasonings on top, a shelf below, filled with empty dishes, and fruit and vegetable salad next to it.

After ordering the pan and food, Churi sat in his place to read things, and waited for a few roommates to return after finishing the dip before standing up to pick the dip.

In terms of eating hot pot, especially the dip, the difference between the north and the south is quite big. Chuchi is a mixed race of North and South, and the elementary school is also studying in the south, so she generally eats hot pot and will prepare two bowls of dip.

The northern hotpot dip has a classic "old three", sesame sauce, leek flowers and fermented bean curd. The oil dish is clear, add a little oil-consuming garlic, sprinkle with green onion and parsley, and it looks like glazed crystal.

Hatsumi got the dip ready, holding a small bowl in one hand to prepare to go back, but I didn't know when she was surrounded by more people.

The man squatted at her feet and was holding the empty plate below.

Silently, I don't know when it appeared. Chuichi didn't see him at all, turned around, and just stumbled.

She exclaimed in a low voice, the whole person was staggering, her body was completely unable to maintain balance, her brain couldn't keep up with thinking at all, and her subconsciously wanted to grab something next to stabilize her figure.

The oil dish on the left hand snapped directly and fell off, and most of the sesame sauce on the right hand was sprinkled.

Hatsuri lowered his head, and the people froze.

The man crouching at her feet didn't seem to react, his long arms were still stretched out on the shelf, holding an empty plate in his hand, and the first oil dish was upside down on his head.

At this moment of life and death, Chu Zhi’s consciousness was still a little empty. She looked at him in a daze, and suddenly thought of the barbecue restaurant of Xinjiang mutton skewers for some reason. White, little hat, standing on the side of the road, roasting and shouting.

Until the plastic plate slipped and fell on the floor tiles, the sound was crisp, pulling her back to the cage.

The shish kebab with the hat off looked up and looked at her expressionlessly.

The hair is shiny and shiny, and the hair is also mixed with green onion and garlic parsley root, which looks colorful and gorgeous.

Nose bridge is high, thin lips, peach eyes.

Chuichi recognized him, and dumbfounded "ah".

The pretty lady asked for contact information when drinking cola this morning.

It was just that he was completely gone at this time when he was touched by his sister in the morning, his black hair was wet, he was lying on his back, and there were oil beads hanging on his black eyelashes.

A full bowl of clear oil spilled on his head had already oozed down the hairline, crossed the brow bone, and dripped down the corner of the eye, converged on the jaw, snapped, and dripped drop by drop Come.

A few thin, translucent lines, like two lines of tears, continually and slowly slipped over his expressionless face.

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Male owner, a delicate boy with garlic oil dish:)

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