After Marrying the School Grass

Chapter 54: renew

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At the end of the weekend, the annual Double Eleven Carnival came with great vigour. On the night of the 10th, in the dormitory, except for Jian Ran, the other three were holding their mobile phones, frowning attentively, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Jian Ran didn't understand, and asked, "Don't Double Eleven last for one day, why do you have to grab zero points?"

Shen Zixiao explained: "There are a lot of time-limited instant kills, and there are also many shops where the top sellers will give gifts."

"Then you won't be doing the same thing as grabbing a class..."

At this moment, Ji Yuanxi shouted: "Everyone is on alert, there is only one minute left! Equipment, internet speed, final check!"

Shen Zixiao concentrates: "Equipment, check!"

Ke Yan said seriously: "Internet speed, check!"

Ji Yuanxi: "Chong Ya, I must grab the most gifts for my wife!"

Jian Ran: "..."

I often seem out of place for you because I don't have enough sand sculptures.

After one o'clock, the three of them desperately started to click. This year, Alibaba's programmers and servers are very powerful, and there is no case of lag or loss in previous years. Several people completed the payment in ten seconds. Ji Yuanxi breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair, looked at his five-digit payment bill, and felt lost, "One month's living expenses are gone."

Shen Zixiao said, "It's more cost-effective to have a girlfriend to hold you for one month's living expenses."

Ji Yuanxi said proudly: "That's true, unlike some people, who can only spend money for themselves. How much did you spend on Xiaogou?"

"It's not as good as you, just a few thousand dollars."

Ji Yuanxi probed his head: "What have you bought?"

Shen Zixiao quickly covered the tablet, "Nothing—"

Ji Yuanxi quickly grabbed the tablet and shouted, "AirPods, a mechanical keyboard, and what else... a cheongsam?"

Jian Ran, who was going to bed, said, "yoho."

Shen Zixiao got a little angry, took back the tablet, and gestured to give Ji Yuanxi a kick, "Go away, don't contaminate Dad's tablet with your claws."

Ji Yuanxi smiled and apologized, "But Xiaogou, why did you buy a cheongsam for your mother?"

Shen Zixiao blushed slightly, "It's none of your business."

Jane lay down and emptied the shopping cart without haste. Looking at the down jacket that had been paid for, Jian Ran was suddenly curious about what Ren Qinglin had bought, and whether she would also buy something for him.

Ren Qinglin just sent a link to the online disk: senior, wedding photo.

After fiddling with the photos, Jian Ran asked: Have you bought your hands on Double Eleven

.R: Chopped.

Jane ran: what did you buy

.R: I can't tell the seniors for the time being.

Jian Ranran: Could it be something that is invisible

.R: See you tomorrow night? Pick a photo together.

Jian Ranran: ...

This topic has turned a bit blunt, junior, but the senior likes you, so I won't pursue it with you.

Jian Ranran: OK, where to choose

A bedroom is impossible. After several previous incidents, Jian Ran had to suspect that the biggest obstacle between him and Ren Qinglin was not the issue of sexuality, but their roommates. As long as they were around, the atmosphere would definitely run in strange directions uncontrollably.

.R: Cafe at the school entrance

Jian Ranran: [Mao Mengtai (no problem).jpg]

After downloading the photos, Jian Ran looked through them one by one. Look at Ren Qinglin's eyes, nose, mouth and legs... His eyesight is too good! Of course, he is also handsome, two people standing together, it is simply - brother and brother Gong, happy family!

Yes, these photos are eye-catching, but they don't look like wedding photos at all, and the two have little intimacy. Jian Ran was so angry that she wanted to scold others, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he could only scold himself, because this was exactly what he brought up.

He clearly remembered that the photographer asked him what his requirements were before shooting, and he said with certainty that it is best to photograph their pure brotherhood if they should be natural and not contrived and reject all nasty behaviors.

The photographer fulfilled his needs perfectly, so good... a ghost.

A once-in-a-lifetime wedding photo, all the pictures of him and Ren Qinglin!

Jian Ran was suffocating for a long time, and she was still a little wilted the next day. She finally got through to the end of get out of class, and she was more than an hour away from seeing Ren Qinglin. He walked slowly and leisurely in the corridor, saw Ren Qinglin's figure appearing in the corridor on the opposite corner from a distance, and then walked into one of the classrooms.

Jian Ran's heart moved, and she said to Shen Zixiao, who was walking beside her, "I won't go back to the bedroom."

"Where are you going then?"

"Go to class."

Shen Zixiao looked confused: "We still have classes?"

Freshman year courses are basically public courses, several classes are taught together, and no one can see how many people are more or less. Jian Ran saw Ren Qinglin sitting at the end by the window, the seat next to her was empty, she smiled secretly, and slipped in through the back door.

Ren Qinglin lowered his head and swiped his phone, but the movement of the chair opening didn't attract his attention until a boy's deliberately lowered voice came from his ear: "You don't study hard while playing with your phone in class. Be careful, I'll make a small report to your parents."

Ren Qinglin raised her eyes, and the moment she met Jian Ran's eyes, the sense of alienation on her body immediately took off. He chuckled lightly: "Why is the senior here?"

"Passing by, come in and listen to the class." Jian Ran glanced at the book in front of Ren Qinglin, "I have always been interested in "Mao Concept", and I am a "Mao Concept" fan."

Jian Ran's words drifted into the ears of the girl in front, and the girl couldn't help but turn her head to see who "Mao Ji Fan" was. Seeing Jian Ran's face, the girl sucked in a breath of heat, and hurriedly tugged at her classmate's clothes, signaling her to look back. The other party looked at it, and it was warm again, repeating the girl's action again...

Jane lowered her head, trying to reduce her sense of existence, and said angrily, "I seem to be exposed!"

How long has it been since he entered the classroom, which is too fast!

Ren Qinglin said half-truth, "Do you want to hide, senior?"

"Where to hide?" Jane said, "under the table?"

Ren Qinglin patted his arm, "Bury your face here, they won't be able to see it."

Ren Qinglin just wanted to tease Jian Ran, but he didn't expect that just after he finished speaking, his head leaned over, his arm was heavy, and then he smelled the refreshing smell of shampoo.

Ren Qinglin: "..."

Jian Ran buried her face in Ren Qinglin's arm. She felt ashamed, but she didn't eat tofu for nothing, not to mention that Ren Qinglin invited him to eat it.

The younger brother wore a black cotton suit today, which was very warm and soft, and smelled of laundry detergent. Jian Ran felt that she could bury her head on his arm for a day.

So comfortable.

Ren Qinglin stared at the top of Jian Ran's head with a heavy gaze, feeling that his entire arm froze.

He always felt that Jane was an addictive virus to him. After practicing for so long, he finally managed to maintain a calm and self-restraint in the face of "Jian Ran virus". Unexpectedly, the "Jianran virus" was also escalating at the same time, and it seemed to be escalating faster than him. Occasional counterattacks would make him overwhelmed, and any defensive equipment would be useless.

Seeing that there were girls from other classes in front of them taking pictures of them, Ren Qinglin regained his senses and cast his eyes casually. The girl shook her hands and quickly turned off the camera.

Jian Ran's actions not only didn't help him hide his identity, but instead attracted more people's attention. Seeing that the professor also began to look at them frequently, Ren Qinglin reluctantly gave up his love: "Senior, you get up first."

"I don't," Jane said in a muffled voice, "I have to pretend."

"But you will only make yourself more conspicuous." Ren Qinglin leaned down and said into Jian Ran's ear, "Or, senior, change it?"

Jian Ran raised her head and looked expectantly, "Where to change?"

He can also eat any part of Ren Qinglin's tofu!

Ren Qinglin's lips curled slightly, "Legs."

Jian Ran subconsciously looked at Ren Qinglin's thigh, her heart beating 180 times a second.

Can you stop teasing him, he will really bury him if he is too anxious!

Jian Ran barely maintained her sanity, and continued to stick Ren Qinglin's arm: "Forget it, I'll bury it for a while, and they won't see it if they've seen enough."

Ren Qinglin laughed for a while, thinking thoughtfully: So the seniors are not angry...

"Okay," he said, "Senior can bury as long as he wants."

Then Jian Ran was buried until next year - of course it was impossible.

A few minutes later, Jian Ran felt that she was about to suffocate, so she reluctantly moved her head from Ren Qinglin's arm.

"Not buried?" Ren Qinglin asked.

Jian Ran blushed slightly, shook her head, and said softly, "You listen to the class, I'll play with my phone."

Most of the students are not very interested in public courses such as "Mao" and "Sixiu". During the class, they are either playing with their mobile phones or drowsy, and the classroom is fairly quiet. Jian Ran casually clicked on a mobile game, and a few seconds later, a crisp and loud "Timi" resounded throughout the classroom.

Damn, he forgot to mute it!

Jian Ran hurriedly cut out the game, but it was too late. All eyes were on him, including the professor on the stage.

"Which classmate was 'Timi' just now, please stand up."

The students burst into laughter. Ten thousand grass and mud horses crashed through Jian Ran's heart. He was about to move, but Ren Qinglin took the lead and stood up.

"I'm so sorry, teacher."

Jian Ran was taken aback and wanted to stand up, but Ren Qinglin pressed her shoulders. He was a little anxious, "Hey—"

Ren Qinglin said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Sit down."

Fortunately, the professor didn't look really angry. She smiled and asked Ren Qinglin, "Is the game fun? What rank is it?"

Ren Qinglin said, "I was stopped by you before it even started."

Everyone burst into laughter again, and the professor was also amused: "In this way, let me ask you a question. If you can answer it in closed paper, this time's 'Timi' is nothing, and it will not be counted in your usual grades."

Ren Qinglin nodded, "Teacher, may I ask."

The professor didn't want to embarrass the students, so he deliberately picked a point just mentioned: "What is the essence of the theoretical achievements of the Sinicization of Marxism?"

Jian Ran: Learning Scumbag Lost.jpg

Ren Qinglin thought about it and said, "Seek truth from facts."

The professor nodded and said gently, "Please sit down, don't play games in class next time."

"Thank you, teacher."

Jian Ran breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately Ren Qinglin knew the answer, otherwise he might have become the first man in school history to cause her husband to lose his credits.

In the rest of the time, Jian Ran didn't even dare to play with her mobile phone. In order not to hold Ren Qinglin back, she honestly listened to a class. He didn't take "Mao Gai" so seriously when he was a freshman.

After class, Ren Qinglin asked him, "Are you still interested in Mao Gai?"

"Yes," Jian Ran said bravely, "in the future, if you have a "Mao Concept" class, tell me, and I will definitely come to listen."

Ren Qinglin smiled, "Okay, I'll take a seat for the senior. Now go to dinner?"

"Don't go to the cafeteria, there are too many people."

"What do you want to eat, senior?"

Jane shrugged, "I don't know, let's go out first."

When going downstairs, Jian Ran heard someone calling them from behind: "Brother Ren, Brother Jian, wait for me!"

The voice should be Fang Huifeng. Jian Ran felt a chill in her heart: when it's over, Fang Huifeng will definitely go to dinner with them, and the time alone will be ruined again.

He wanted to stop and wait for someone, but Ren Qinglin showed no signs of slowing down. Jane asked: "did you... did you hear anything?"

Ren Qinglin's tone was light: "No."

No, isn't your roommate shouting quite loudly

Ren Qinglin looked at him: "Do you have one?"

Jian Ran was silent for a moment, "...No."

I'm sorry, Huang Feihong, next time brother will make up for you.

"Let's go faster," Jian Ran said, "I'm a little hungry."

Ren Qinglin held back a smile: "Well."

He shouted all the way and tried his best to squeeze out the crowd, but he could only helplessly watch Fang Huifeng, who was speeding up with his roommate and senior with long legs: "???"