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Jiang Xing and Fu Chengfeng's bed and quilt first met in high school.

He had raised a dog for nine years, so his father often felt that his son had fed his IQ to the dog.Otherwise, with their ancestral IQ, why can't they even get a Pugao?However, he was angry and gave his son the best and most rigorous high school.

Reported the day before the start of school, Jiang Xing dragged a suitcase with one hand, the driver dragged a suitcase with the other hand, and his mother dragged a suitcase with the other hand, and stepped into the dormitory in the most spectacular manner in the entire dormitory building.

There are eight bunks in the dormitory for six people, and two of them are packing their luggage with their families.Jiang Xing greeted his roommate and his roommate's relatives with a smile. His eighteen-year-old mother, who was as beautiful as a flower, personally delivered the small meeting gift prepared in advance to the hands of the two young men.

Each dormitory in the dormitory building is full of eight bunks, but this room has fewer people, which is paid for by his father.Except for him in their dormitory, everyone's name is very easy to know. The senior high school entrance examination ranking table counts from top to bottom, one, two, three, four, five, and this is also stuffed by his father with money.

Jiang Xing didn't have any lofty opinions and was very happy with such an arrangement.In addition to being a bit lacklustre, he is essentially a motivated kid, not very keen on playing games, and has a certain pursuit of knowledge. He is very happy to be in the same room with the top students.

His bed was the lower one by the window, the driver went downstairs after putting the suitcase, and his mother stayed in the dormitory to help him tidy up.

He wiped the bed with a rag.The position of the upper bunk was just under his chin, and he could have a clear view of the upper bunk without raising his head.

There was only a mat and a thin quilt that was neatly folded and washed on the bed. There were no pillows or mosquito nets.Under the mat is a very thin quilt, which is much thinner than the mattress he brought from home, and even thinner than the mattress distributed by the school on the bed next to him.

Jiang Xing was unintentionally obscene, but he still smelled a fresh scent of soap in his nose, perhaps from the thin quilt.

The name was pasted in the middle of the bed—Fu Chengfeng Jiang Xing, Jiang Xingzai stared at the name carefully for a while, and thought, Fu Chengfeng is a cool name.

Jiang Ma thought he was in the way, so she drove him away and asked him to go to the classroom to pay the tuition by himself.

His classroom is in the first classroom on the first floor of the first-year building, which was also paid for by his father.Except for him, the names in this class are very easy to know. The senior high school entrance examination ranking table counts from top to bottom, one to 55.

It is not the class teacher who collects the tuition fees, but two girls. They are sitting behind the podium, one is demonstrating the artificial fancy counting method, and the other is doing a preliminary inspection with a currency detector.

There was a long queue under the podium.Jiang Xing first found his seat according to the seating chart posted on the blackboard, put his schoolbag, and was at the end of the line.

Standing in front of him was a boy who was about his height, with short hair and a nice head shape, which made him want to reach out and tap him.

In addition to handing over banknotes to pay the fee, you also have to fill in a form, which is not very fast.Jiang Xing had nothing to do but stared at the back of the man in front of him in a daze.

The person in front was wearing a white undershirt, the spine marks on his back were very clear, his back was very straight, like a jagged wall.

This man is so skinny...

Some very light soap scent floated into the nose, Jiang Xing felt a little familiar.The undershirt is slightly transparent, and it can be seen that it has been washed many times.There is a hole the size of a sesame seed at the shoulder blade, exposing the fair skin inside.

Jiang Xing stared at the hole for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back to pick it with his hand. When he picked it four or five times, the buddy in front turned his head expressionlessly, with cold eyes.

Jiang Xing looked up at that face, his first reaction was not embarrassment, but stupefaction.He stared blankly at that handsome face, as if he had been poured with a coagulant for an instant, and there was no movement or expression.

After a while, the other party had already strode forward for a long way, and he realized that he hurriedly chased after him and asked, "You...my name is Jiang Xing, Jiang Shengjiang, can you do it? What's your name?" ?”

Although Fu Chengfeng was aloof, he didn't pretend to be aloof, and he wouldn't pretend not to hear what he should answer, so he said three words in a very cold voice: "Fu Chengfeng."

Jiang Xing thought, this name is really cool.

The whole morning was the payment time period, and people came into the classroom one after another, mainly between nine o'clock and ten o'clock, and those who paid the fee had already chatted with each other.

Jiang Xing was a little depressed.His position is not in the front of the village or in the back of the shop. He is next to the podium on the left and the front door on the right. He is very lonely, so he has to talk to the lady who collects the money for a while.

The head teacher came over around ten o'clock, called for someone to carry new books, and picked out a few big boys in the back row of the classroom.Although Jiang Xing was sitting in the "front row in history", he still volunteered to sign up.

Everyone followed the head teacher to the book collection hall. Jiang Xing leaned over to Fu Chengfeng and bumped him with his shoulder: "I remembered, you are my upper bunk."

Fu Chengfeng ignored him.

He looks thin but has a lot of strength, unlike Jiang Xing, who has never done any heavy or tiring work. He stopped short of walking with two stacks of books, and then stopped panting and called out: "Hey, Fu Chengfeng you Is it not too heavy?"

Fu Chengfeng walked past him carrying a double-weight book, without any delay in his footsteps, and walked far away in a short time.

Jiang Xing gritted his teeth and hurriedly followed.

They were on the first floor and the furthest away from the student center. After walking back and forth twice, he felt that his arms were about to fall off.

Mother Jiang came to the classroom before dinner. Jiang Xing originally wanted her to experience the cafeteria here, but she let Jiang Xing and her classmates go there together, saying that the relationship should be cultivated from the first meal.

It makes sense for Jiang Xing to think about it.

Dinner is at twelve o'clock, a bit late.The head teacher sat on the podium and introduced the situation of each teacher and the selection of the class committee three days later.When the bell rang, he left with a glass of water.

The classroom was also buzzing, Jiang Xing quickly got up and looked behind.Many people shuttled in the aisle and couldn't see Fu Chengfeng's seat at all. When he ran to the back of the classroom to see, Fu Chengfeng's seat was already empty.

He scratched his hair, looked at the empty classroom, and was about to go to the cafeteria alone, thinking that it would be better to cultivate the relationship next time.

"Hey! Jiang Xing!"

He didn't take a few steps, when a person rushed over from behind, supported his shoulders and jumped up, the huge momentum pushed him forward for a long distance.The hand was still wet, probably just came from the bathroom.

Jiang Xing looked back and saw a familiar look, it was the classmate who had just received the book together.He had a little problem when he was picking up the book just now, the rope that tied the book was broken, and this buddy stopped to pick it up with him, and in the end he even shared part of it for himself.

The buddy's name is Lu Tian, ​​and it is said that he is on the school basketball team in junior high school.Before coming to the classroom in the morning, he was still playing on the basketball court, and now he was still wearing a black jersey. The bulging muscles on his arms made Jiang Xing envious for a few seconds.