Facing Lou Xuan's ridicule, Ding Xuerun was unmoved, and looked at him coldly and said, "Is there anything better than studying?"
Lou Xuan just laughed, the kind of smile that looks like a fool: "What do you and I compare to study, half a catty, little illiterate."
As he spoke, he picked bright strawberries of roughly uniform size from the bowl, placed them in a row on the table, gestured and said, "Xiao Ding, my brother is three times thicker than this one, have you seen it?"
Ding Xuerun took off his glasses and couldn't quite see how big the strawberry Lou Xuan was holding in his hand, but he had no intention of arguing with Lou Xuan about such mental retardation.
Seeing that he tended to ignore his answers, Lou Xun didn't feel bored, on the contrary she was even more curious, so she stared at his trousers, determined to expose him.
After soaking the strawberries for a while, Lou Xuan poured the water happily, easily picked up a chair with one hand, put it beside his table, and called Ding Xuerun to eat.
But Lou Xuan didn't move until he ate two. He didn't seem to like eating these, so he pushed the glass bowl a little closer to Ding Xuerun and said, "Eat more, don't waste it."
Ding Xuerun didn't wash a few at first, he was supposed to only eat two or three, but Lou Xuan ate too little, so he had to take care of the rest. The winter strawberries in this season are big, red and sweet.
His lips were stained red by strawberry juice, Lou Xuan stared at his lips, thinking that Xiao Ding's eyes were beautiful, and his lips were also strangely beautiful. He didn't know that Ding Xuerun's lip shape was called diamond lips, he just thought it looked good.
He thought to himself that if Xiao Ding was a top student, then he would be so good-looking, enough to make up for his shortcoming in height, at least there would definitely be no shortage of girls to like him.
He thinks Xiao Ding is short, and that is compared with him, but compared with other boys in the school, he is also on the average.
But Xiao Ding is not only not a top student, but also a ignorant elementary school scum! After Lou Xuan was at the same table with him, he often saw him playing with his mobile phone in class.
The window was half open, and a gust of wind blew in. It got into Ding Xuerun's pajamas from all directions. He shivered like a dead leaf in the wind and rubbed his arms.
When Lou Xuan saw it, she said, "It's cold? Why are you wearing so little?"
Now it's just November, and the temperature in City D has already started to cool down, but the school's central air conditioner is usually turned on after the beginning of winter.
Many schools still use heating, but the Sixth Middle School has already used central air conditioning.
Ding Xuerun shook her head: "The pajamas have been washed, but they are not dry yet."
"Then put on a coat." Lou Xuan stared at his exposed collarbone. This was the first time he had seen a boy as white as Ding Xuerun. There is a boy of this type in their class, who is too motherly, but Xiao Ding is not a mother, although he is thin, but he has a pale and thin manner, looks like a three-good student.
To be honest, the top student in the class doesn't have Ding Xuerun's cold and arrogant temperament, and the first in age doesn't have him.
Seeing that he didn't move, Lou Xuan said again: "Put on a coat, I'm going to take a shower."
He directly took off the clothes on his body, and also took off the trousers, leaving only a pair of underwear all over his body. His well-proportioned muscles were well-defined, tightly entangled with the body that had been exercising all the year round.
Lou Xuan swaggered past Ding Xuerun.
He walked to the balcony and accidentally touched Ding Xuerun's clothes to dry. Lou Xuan stretched out her hand to close the curtain, and suddenly smelled a very comfortable scent of soap, which was a bit moist in the rainy season. Lou Xuan raised her head, and there were Ding Xuerun's school uniform, pajamas, underwear and socks hanging on it.
He suddenly realized that the faint fragrance on Xiao Ding's body was the smell of laundry soap.
When Lou Xuan came out, he saw Ding Xuerun sitting very upright, with his back straight, and his head slightly lowered, doing his homework. He was thin, wearing a loose school uniform jacket, and a black half glove on his right hand.
Lou Xuan walked up to him with steam all over his body and took a look: "What are you writing?"
That is a test paper.
When Lou Xuan saw those formulas, he thought they were homework. It was inconceivable: "Math homework? You are crazy."
"It's physics." Ding Xuerun kept his hand on for a moment. He held his mobile phone with a selfie stick and pointed it vertically at the table. He turned off the microphone, so no matter what he said, the people in the live broadcast room could not hear it.
Lou Xuan didn't notice his mobile phone, didn't know that he was engaged in the live broadcast of Xueba, and thought Ding Xuerun was crazy, and smiled while pressing his shoulder and said: "You write hard, work hard, maybe you can get a third in physics." very."
Ding Xuerun glanced at him sideways, pursed her lips and smiled, "I'd like to borrow your good words."
He didn't wear glasses, and the warm light from the study lamp shone on his snow-white face, the contours were soft, the eyelashes were like crow feathers, and a pair of black eyes glanced at Lou Xun.
There was a bath towel on Lou Xuan's back. He was wiping the water, but his movements suddenly paused. Then he bent down and covered Ding Xuerun's thin back from behind.
This almost hugging action came so suddenly that Ding Xuerun's ears twitched slightly. When he is nervous, besides being stiff, his ears will move.
Lou Xuan stretched out his hand directly, and Ding Xuerun didn't know what he was going to do, so he raised his hand and moved the phone away, so that the live broadcast screen would stop on his desk.
Ding Xuerun did not expect that Lou Xuan would grab his wrist.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Lou Xuan suddenly noticed that there was a piece of black and red, rotten flesh on Ding Xuerun's left wrist.
This color is new, but other scars with lighter colors can be vaguely seen, and he feels that the round shape looks a bit like a cigarette butt.
And those scars that have faded in color are in the state of being healed after being burned by cigarette butts.
Lou Xuan only noticed it when he saw the cigarette case on Ding Xuerun's desk—it might have been burned by a cigarette butt.
Because Ding Xuerun usually wears a watch, the area around the wound is just covered by the watch.
"... burned with cigarettes?"
Ding Xuerun didn't speak.
"You burned it yourself?" Lou Xuan's eyes changed a little when he saw him, and his face sank, "Ding Xuerun, you hurt yourself, are you fucking sick?"
"No, I accidentally burned it, don't worry about it." Ding Xuerun wanted to take his hand away from him, but Lou Xuan gripped him tightly and wouldn't let him go at all.
"Lou Xuan." He frowned, staring at him, "let go of me."
Lou Xun also stared at him, but Ding Xuerun was short-sighted, his eyes were slightly absent-minded and appeared clear and clean. When they looked at each other, Lou Xun let go first: "Fuck, you are really sick."
"You can't control me." He pulled down the sleeves of his school uniform, and began to feel anxious when he was agitated. He has a mild anxiety disorder, but no one knows that he has this problem.
Lou Xuan snorted coldly: "You can make it hard, it's none of my business."
He climbed onto the bed and made a lot of noise, shaking Ding Xuerun's phone almost falling off the selfie stick.
Ding Xuerun ignored him. He buckled his watch, and after placing his cell phone, he wrote with a pencil on the draft paper: "Just now the dorm supervisor came, and the roommate's pot was found."
After writing this sentence, without looking at the screen, he began to draft under the front camera, listing his ideas for solving the problem.
Most of the people who watched Ding Xuerun’s video were student parties. Some students said: “Watching the blogger’s video is very stress-free. While watching me while doing my homework, I actually wrote faster than usual.”
Ding Xuerun's hands are particularly white and beautiful, with slender fingers. His voice is gentle because of his soft voice. Sometimes he will hold small classes in the live broadcast and talk about some learning methods. Some people say that listening to him in class is more effective than listening to the teacher.
Danmaku often says: "My little brother has a nice voice, I just want to sleep in class at school, and I immediately cheer up after listening to your lecture!"
Ding Xuerun was writing homework quietly, because Lou Xuan had been moving around on it, making various noises, like a primary school student venting his dissatisfaction, so Ding Xuerun had to put on a Bluetooth headset and listen to "Friends" while doing the questions.
The dormitory manager took a look, confirmed that it was all by himself, and left.
Ding Xuerun had something on his mind, and he was suffering from anxiety attacks, so he was distracted. When he was doing his homework, he didn't even bother to type the draft, so he quickly finished a paper.
The people in the live broadcast room were very confused, and they got the answer without doing any calculations.
Writing papers is a way for Ding Xuerun to decompress. He then wrote on the paper: "The power will be cut off immediately, that's all for today, good night."
His handwriting is very beautiful, pleasing to the eye and beautiful. Ding Zhaowen is a Chinese teacher, and he is good at writing on the blackboard. Ding Xuerun has practiced copybooks since he was a child, and he is also good at writing with a pen.
All the blackboard newspapers in his previous school were entrusted to him, and he even won an award in a calligraphy competition.
After turning off the live broadcast and taking down the phone, Ding Xuerun pinched his temples, stood up and glanced up. Lou Xuan seemed to have finished sulking now, and didn't continue to make trouble restlessly. Ding Xuerun took off her school uniform, hung it in the closet, opened the drawer and felt for it. He fumbled for a cigarette and a lighter, and walked into the toilet.
The bathroom in the No. 6 Middle School dormitory is small, just a small squatting toilet and a shower, and the total is only two square meters.
However, the sink outside is very spacious, with a large mirror and two large sinks, on which are basically Ding Xuerun's own toiletries.
Ding Xuerun loves cleanliness. He basically uses this dormitory alone. The bathroom is cleaned every day, and the garbage is taken out every day, so it is very clean.
As soon as he entered the bathroom dormitory, the electricity was cut off, the lights went out, and the dormitory building fell into complete darkness with a shout coming from nowhere.
Ding Xuerun closed the door in the dark, lit a cigarette with a lighter.
Lou Xuan was lying on the bed and searching on her mobile phone: "What is the psychology of self-harm".
As a result, a lot of pictures popped up all of a sudden, all of which were depressing and disgusting just looking at them.
Lou Xuan felt that her young heart had been shocked.
He patiently looked at it for a while, and then found that it was a sign of stress and paranoia, and the illnesses described by those people on the Internet seemed to be quite serious. It was shocking to cut his arm with a knife.
So Xiao Ding's situation is very slight.
Lou Xuan felt a little better.
He saw an expert reply claiming: "If you find that you have a tendency to self-abuse, you must seek medical attention as soon as possible."
But it still made Lou Xuan feel a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't tell what it was like. He was a little angry, and he didn't know why. His mood came out of nowhere.
At this time, he suddenly smelled the smell of smoke drifting from the direction of the balcony.
"It stinks." Lou Xuan sat up from the bed.
He was covering his nose, his face was very gloomy, and after sitting for a few seconds, he suddenly turned over and got off the bed "kick, kick, kick" and cursed: "Damn, what a psycho."
He strode over and turned the doorknob, but the toilet door was locked from the inside.
Lou Xuan couldn't unscrew it, so he started to knock on the door: "Come out for me."
Ding Xuerun was very calm, opened the door, with a cigarette in his hand, with an indifferent expression: "What?"
"It stinks to me." Lou Xuan held his breath and grabbed his hand.
Ding Xuerun was determined not to wear a school uniform when he smoked, and he would not allow any evidence to be stained on the school uniform. The weather was cold, and his wrists were cold. Lou Xun was afraid of pinching his wound, so he held his palm.
He saw that Ding Xuerun was wearing a watch, and he was relieved, as long as he didn't burn himself. But at the same time, he felt very angry: "I'm sick, I'm really sick, your surname is Ding, your cigarette butts are so hot that your flesh is rotten, you don't need to put on a band-aid, and you still wear a watch to cover it during the day, are you an idiot?" ?”
"What an idiot." He affirmed.
Lou Xuan has a physique that loves to sweat, he has sweaty hands, his palms will sweat if he doesn't do anything, and he holds Ding Xuerun's white hand with dampness and heat.
Ding Xuerun held the cigarette in his right hand, took another puff, and slowly expelled a puff of smoke from his mouth, spraying it on Lou Xuan's face.
The electricity was cut off in the whole school, and after the curtains were drawn, there was only a little moonlight in the dormitory, and the orange light from the cigarette butt faintly and dimly illuminated his somewhat cold face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Lou Xuan stared down at him, looked into his dark eyes, and cursed again: "You are sick."
"Lou Xuan." Ding Xuerun looked at him, but he couldn't see clearly because he had poor eyesight and was black, so there was only a very, very vague handsome outline. Because I couldn't see clearly, I looked at him very seriously, trying to see him clearly.
Lou Xuan stared at him, and let out an annoyed "Hey": "What are you calling me for?"
He thought to himself that Ding Xuerun was half-blind, and a person who was blinded after taking off his glasses actually had such deep and beautiful black eyes, and there were stars in them.
Ding Xuerun at night and Ding Xuerun during the day are like two completely different people.
Wisps of shredded tobacco sprayed from Ding Xuerun's mouth onto his face.
Lou Xun seemed to be strangled by the throat. He took it for granted that he was exposed to second-hand smoke, so his face was ugly, and he cursed: "It stinks, are you fucking shit! I choked you!" !"
"Lou Xuan," Ding Xuerun called him again, he paused, felt the warmth and moisture in the palm of his hand, and said hoarsely in the dark: "What is that sticky thing on your hand?"
The author has something to say: Lou Xuan: Xiaoding, Xiaoding, have you ever seen a big cigarette butt like your brother? I can't burn you to death!