Jane has lived to this age and has written a total of two guarantees. The first time was when I was young and ignorant and was coaxed by his mother to write a letter of guarantee that "I will never marry a daughter-in-law and forget my mother"; the second time was under the coercion of his high school head teacher to write a " No matter how gentle and beautiful girls chase me, I will never fall in love early". He never imagined that the third letter of guarantee would be born when he was twenty, and it was written to a boy.
Jian Ran went back to the bedroom. There was only Shen Zixiao in the bedroom. The dog roommate was sitting at the desk. For the first time, he didn't play with the computer and mobile phone, but was writing something.
Jane asked, "what are you doing?"
Shen Zixiao said vaguely, "I'm studying."
"Don't be embarrassed." Jian Ran sarcastically said, "If you don't eat skewers and stay in the dormitory to study, I'll think you've been pierced by your soul."
Shen Zixiao argued: "You don't look down on people."
Jane walked over, "Okay, then I'll see if you're studying."
Shen Zixiao threw himself on the table, blocking the pen and paper tightly, "Don't show it, hurry up."
"How did you talk to foster father?" Jian Ran rolled up her sleeves, "I'm looking for a fight, do you know that foster father was almost killed by you."
Shen Zixiao laughed angrily, "Hello? Who was almost killed by whom, please say it again?"
Jian Ran hesitated, "Forget it."
It's not a glorious thing to write a guarantee letter to your wife, it's better not to show it off.
Ji Yuanxi came back from the bath, wiped his hair and said, "Today's Chuanchuan is too delicious, Xiaogou, you missed a hundred million."
"It's okay," Shen Zixiao said, "Jian Ran still owes me a few meals. Next time, let him invite me."
Jian Ran: "Haha."
"By the way, Lao Ji," Shen Zixiao said mysteriously, "I want to ask you something."
"Say."
Shen Zixiao glanced at the door and lowered his voice: "Have you...that..."
"Ah?" Ji Yuanxi scratched his ears, "I just took a shower and my brain got wet, please speak up, I can't hear you clearly!"
Shen Zixiao raised his voice: "Have you ever written a review letter for your wife?!"
Jian Ran, who was playing with her mobile phone, paused with her fingertips and pricked up her ears.
"Yes, I have."
"What about the guarantee?" Jane asked.
"Also," Ji Yuanxi didn't care, "I wrote it several times."
"How many times?" Jian Ran was slightly surprised, "what have you done?"
"When I first started dating, I didn't understand anything. I watched a movie alone with my sister next door, who grew up playing together. She was so angry that she was so angry that I wrote a thousand-word review letter to coax her. Once, when she came back to Shanghai with me, I ran into a high school classmate on the street. I let go of her hand subconsciously, and she thought I didn’t want to make my relationship public, so I wrote it again…”
Jian Ran hesitated: "Isn't it all trivial?"
Ji Yuanxi shrugged, "You think it's a trivial matter. From the girls' point of view, this is a sign of not loving her."
Jian Ran and Shen Zixiao's eyes collided, and they looked aside tacitly.
After taking a bath and changing clothes, Jane sat down at the desk. He took a deep breath, picked up the pen, stroke by stroke on the white paper, and wrote the three big characters "guarantee" righteously.
Ji Yuanxi passed by by chance and made a fuss: "Hey, of course, what are you writing? Damn it, your face is so red—"
The incident of Shen Zixiao taking the Level 4 test with English words on his forehead was posted on the forum, along with high-definition photos. Ninety percent of the comments on dozens of pages were "hahahaha", and the remaining ten percent were It's an emoji. Shen Zixiao suddenly became a "celebrity", and all this was thanks to Jian Ran.
Shen Zixiao nags in Jian Ran's ear when he has something to do, reminding him of his debt. Jian Ran was annoyed by him and said, "I'll treat you to dinner, immediately, immediately."
Shen Zixiao complained bitterly: "It's not necessary. For the sake of family harmony, I can't have dinner with you alone in the near future."
Jian Ran: ? ?
"You owe your meal first. I plan to skip the English class in the afternoon. If you call me, you can answer it for me."
But for a trivial matter, Jian Ran happily agreed.
Jian Ran and Shen Zixiao's British elective courses are "Selected Readings of Western Newspapers and Periodicals". The professors basically do not name them very much, and many people skip classes. Jian Ran walked into the classroom, and Xu Keke, who was sitting in the back row, waved at him: "Jian Ran, here!"
Jane sat down beside her and asked, "what?"
"Ke Yan's prospective girlfriend, from the Department of Mathematics, I asked a little about it yesterday."
Jian Ran: "Oh, and then what?"
"That girl just broke up with her ex-boyfriend—do you know who her ex-boyfriend is?"
Jian Ran lowered her head to reply to Ren Qinglin's message, "Who?"
"The top student in the mathematics department is the one who was tortured by Ke Yan with high-numeracy questions at the Halloween party last time."
Jian Ran looked at Xu Keke in confusion, "So?"
Xu Keke looked unpredictable, "Don't you think it's a coincidence?"
"It's okay." Jian Ran said, "maybe people just like Xueba?"
Xu Keke blinked, "Of course it's good if it's just like this. However, this girl's reputation is not very good, and it is said that she is quite a vain person."
Jian Ran felt nothing, "Vanity is not a big problem."
"..." Xu Keke was speechless for a while, "Okay, I'm going to gossip with straight men like you after I've had enough to eat. In short, Ke Yan is too simple, and it's the first time I've been dating a girl. Take good care of him."
Jian Ran smiled, "It's Ke Yan's business. It's not easy for others to interfere. And I've seen that girl before, and it's pretty good."
Xu Keke shook his finger, "Boys are not allowed to see girls, girls are allowed to see girls."
Jian Ran nodded dispensably, "Okay, I'll pay attention."
"Speaking of this," Xu Keke said casually, "who is your girlfriend?"
Jian Ran was caught off guard by the question and almost got her word.
"The rings are all on, don't you plan to announce it?"
Jian Ran said lightly, "The teacher is here."
As usual in class, the professor selected a report from The Wall Street Journal, analyzed and interpreted it, and asked students to express their opinions.
The professor looked at the students with a smile, "Did any of the students take the initiative to speak?"
student:"… "
The professor kept smiling, "Do you want me to order someone again? Okay." The professor opened the list of students, "Who should I order..."
Jane put her hand on her forehead to ensure that she would not have eye contact with the professor.
"Shen Zixiao?"
Jian Ran: "..."
Professor: "Is Shen Zixiao here?"
Jane stood up resignedly, "Yes."
All the classmates who knew Jian Ran secretly laughed. Jian Ran greeted the dog's roommate's ancestor in her heart, and dealt with it in his decent English.
The professor nodded, "That's right. Do any of your classmates have other opinions?"
The audience was silent.
The professor looked down at the list again, "Jian Ran, what do you think?"
Jian Ran: ? ? ? ? ?
What the fuck? Are you kidding me
Xu Keke: "Pfft hahahaha-"
"Student Jianran?" The professor pushed his glasses, "Didn't classmate Jianran come?"
Jian Ran sat in the chair, her face blushing, and she watched the professor shaking his head and writing something on the list.
Xu Keke looked at Jian Ran sympathetically, "If there is a selection of good Chinese roommates, I will definitely vote for you."
Jian Ran was so angry that her hands were shaking, she dug out Gou's roommate's WeChat, and frantically wrote an emoji.
Jian Ranran: [chopping knife] [chopping knife] [chopping knife]
Shen Zixiao: [Black question mark.jpg]
Shen Zixiao: What's wrong
Jian Ranran: Shen Zixiao, what you owe me can't be repaid in this lifetime! ! !
Shen Zixiao: [Dog face is dumbfounded.jpg]
Jian Ran was afraid that she would vomit blood and die if she continued talking to Shen Zixiao, so he returned to the chat interface with Ren Qinglin and instantly changed his style of painting.
Jian Ranran: [here, cool (the mushroom head points to the small heart)]
Jian Ranran: [crying.jpg]
.R: What's wrong
Jian Ranran: I'll talk to you later. [Crying until fainting.jpg]
A few minutes later, Ren Qinglin replied: Senior, look up.
Jian Ran was stunned for a moment, looked up the window, and saw Ren Qinglin standing outside.
Jian Ranran: don't you have classes too, why did you come suddenly
.R: Come and take away the senior who fainted from crying.
Although skipping classes for her husband is not worth advocating, Jian Ran has to admit that only Ren Qinglin can cure him now.
Jane touched her chest. Ah, it's warm.
.R: get out of class is over in a few minutes. I'm waiting outside for the senior.
Jane's goal is too obvious, and it's really not easy to slip away. He spent the remaining minutes like a year, and when the school bell rang, he flew out immediately.
"Ren Qinglin—" In front of all the classmates, Jian Ran hugged Ren Qinglin, who was standing well, and whispered, "Wuwuwu, I'm so miserable, wife."
In the Polytechnic Institute, where the ratio of males and females is disparate, it is no surprise that boys who play well often hug each other. Several boys in the same class joked: "Brother Jian is so fucking lucky today, go buy a lottery ticket, you are sure to win!"
"Xiaogou must invite Brother Jian to dinner. To be honest, Brother Jian's unmoving posture when the professor named Brother Jian's name almost made me cry—"
"If someone treats me like this, I'd be willing to bend him for him!"
Jane turned her head back and said angrily, "Bum, don't talk sarcastically in front of dad, and eat your food."
The boys walked away with a smile. Ren Qinglin probably guessed what happened from their words, touched Jian Ran's head, and said, "It's just an absence from work, it won't have much impact."
"I know. But I'm just not reconciled! If it's for your absence, it's fine, but it turned out to be for a fool! I hate it!"
Ren Qinglin coaxed him patiently: "Let's go back and collect debts from him. Now have dinner first, then go to the Internet cafe for double row. The game has updated the Christmas skin, and I will buy all of them for the seniors, okay?"
Jian Ran said in a muffled voice, "Okay."
Ren Qinglin took Jian Ran to eat Cantonese food, and packed two cups of Jian Ran's favorite milk tea to the Internet cafe. Shen Zixiao happened to be online and took the initiative to send a team application, but Jian Ran refused without hesitation. Soon, Shen Zixiao's private message came.
Fourth Master Shen: I heard about the British class! Not much else to say, thousands of words are in these two words.
Fourth Master Shen: Adoptive father!
When will Tekken delete: Go away, don't let me run into you on the ladder.
Fourth Master Shen: Okay, I'll go offline now. PS: When will I be back tonight, I will prepare a late-night snack for my foster father!
When will Tekken delete: [Smile]
Jian Ran put on a new skin and matched with Ren Qinglin. No need to think about scoring, Jian Ran let herself go all the way, practiced a few heroes that she didn't play very often, Ren Qinglin played the milk position, fed him full, and made his game experience almost perfect.
The two came out of the Internet cafe, and it was already relatively late. There were not many people on the road, so Jian Ran put her hand in Ren Qinglin's pocket, "I'll give you something."
"Um?"
"I can't look at it now," Jian Ran's eyes were a little dodgy, "Go back and look again."
Ren Qinglin chuckled softly, "Okay."
The two parted downstairs in the dormitory, and while the dorm aunt was not paying attention, Jane quickly kissed Ren Qinglin on the face, "See you tomorrow."
"Wait," Ren Qinglin pulled Jian Ran back, "Senior kissed in the wrong place."
Ren Qinglin couldn't wait to go back to the bedroom, so he took out the things Jianran gave him from his pocket in the corridor.
It was a small thousand paper cranes. After spreading it out, Jian Ran's slightly childish font came into view.
"Guarantee"
I, Jian Ran, hereby declare: From now on, my husband (Ren Qinglin) will only sleep on my bed.
Otherwise, I'd be bald at twenty-five.
PS: The mouth is only kissed by him. (>ω
Guarantor: Jian Ran
Warranty period: 100 years
Date: December 14, 2019