When someone passed the warehouse with an umbrella, Qi Cheng immediately ran out first.
His speed was so fast that he managed to run under the gray umbrella as soon as his coat got wet. Qi Zhong looked at his back with concentration, and followed closely after him.
The rain wet his hair and hit his head hard. The clothes on the calves get wet the fastest, and they are already tightly attached to the skin after running a few steps. Qi Zhong rushed under the umbrella in front of Qi Cheng, turned his head and gave Qi Cheng a wry smile.
The big white teeth flickered, and the rain on his face was thrown into the air with the movement of turning his head. Qi Cheng looked at him from behind, and subconsciously closed his eyes.
Afraid of being thrown in the face.
But his face was already soaked, so Qi Cheng opened his eyes again, Qi Zhong pointed at him and laughed, mockingly said: "Qi Cheng, are you so handsome by me?"
"I was scared by the water on your face," Qi Cheng snorted, "Don't shake my face."
The umbrellas they rubbed against were boys' umbrellas, the off-white lattice umbrellas were very ordinary, not as bright as Qi Zhong's smile.
They didn't know these two boys, and this meeting was listening to them with a smile.
Qi Zhong's eyes widened, he took the umbrella from the hand of the person beside him, and then turned around abruptly, the rain on the umbrella splashed onto the person behind him.
"..." Qi Cheng wiped off the water on his face, squinted slightly, and took the umbrella from the hand of the boy next to him, and was about to imitate Qi Zhong's way of turning sharply, when Qi Zhong was already holding the people around him and laughing loudly run away.
"Qi Cheng, do you think I'd be so stupid as to stand where I was and get watered by you!"
"Fuck!"
The boy next to him who kindly borrowed Qi Cheng's umbrella was dumbfounded, "Dude, your friend is too cheap."
"Can't you tell?" Qi Cheng asked him.
"It must be done," the irritable old man said, "I can't bear it, go up!"
So Qi Chengcheng and this buddy went up, ran over against the wind with their umbrellas in hand, and finally took revenge when they went back, and they were completely soaked through.
When they got to the bottom of the dormitory, the two kind-hearted boys waved at them and walked towards the dormitory of the sophomore year. Qi Cheng and Qi Zhong looked at each other's drowned faces, and couldn't hold back Qi Qi from laughing out loud.
Xia Li and the others were behind, at least they had a much better image than Qi Cheng and the others when they rushed over. He looked at the two idiots in front of him indescribably, "Handsome guy, you came to chase me on a rainy day?"
Qi Cheng took off his coat and wrung out the excess water, "Qi Zhong's trouble."
After he finished wringing out the water, Qi Zhong snatched the coat from his hand. The man looked at him, turned around and went upstairs humming.
"What are you doing with my clothes?" Qi Cheng raised his voice.
With his back turned to him, Qi Zhong walked faster and faster, "I'll wash it for you."
The voice is loud, and there is no fear of being heard. Before asking him to do the laundry, he would do it secretly, for fear of being known by others, but now there are other people in the corridor of the dormitory, so he is not shy at all.
Qi Zhong walked upstairs boldly, his body was still dripping with water, the water spread sparsely with his footsteps, and there were still raindrops standing on his fingertips.
The school uniform trousers were soaked in water, and they were close to the thighs. Above the thighs was the curve of the buttocks that had become particularly firm due to years of exercise.
Qi Cheng looked up the stairs for a while, then looked away.
He followed Xia Li to the second floor. Zhu Fan and Han An had already arrived at the dormitory and were wiping their hair with a towel.
Qi Cheng changed his clothes, went to wash his hair again, returned to the dormitory with a basin of hot water and wiped himself all over before finally taking a breath, feeling that all the rainwater on his body was gone.
"The weather these days is so weird," Han An leaned over to the window, and there was another thunder outside. The loud noise made the lights in the dormitory flicker, "Hiss—is there a lightning rod in our dormitory?"
"Yes." Qi Cheng also stood beside him, wiping his hair with a towel, "I guess it won't stop tomorrow."
After washing up, the four of them lay back on the bed, waiting for the lights to turn off by themselves.
Wu You happened to send him a message right now, "Have you gone to bed yet?"
"It's up," Qi Cheng said, "what's the matter?"
"The temperature will drop sharply tonight, so cover yourself with a quilt," Wu You said.
Doctor Gu Huai also sent him a message with the same meaning in the next moment. Qi Cheng looked at the two messages, and replied politely to the doctor, thanking the doctor for his concern. Then he went back to Wu You and said, "Is it raining?"
"It's drenched," said the other party, "I didn't bring an umbrella."
Qi Cheng chatted with him a few words, and when it was time to turn off the lights, the lights suddenly went out, and after a while, there was a roar outside, the drawn curtains couldn't cover the thunder, and the whole dormitory instantly became bright.
Qi Cheng opened his eyes, opened the ceiling for two seconds, took the mobile phone from beside the pillow, and made a voice call to Wu You.
I don't know if it was because of the sudden thunderstorm tonight, but the people inspecting the dormitory have not moved until now, and it seems that they don't plan to check.
The person on the other end of QQ clicked on the connection, but did not speak. The mobile phone was attached to his face, and he could hear the sound of breathing.
Thunder started to ring again outside, Qi Cheng whispered into the phone, "Put on earphones."
He touched the earphone strap, and the burst of thunder was extremely fierce, one after another without stopping, even if he put on the earphones, he couldn't escape the roar.
Wu You's breathing became a little heavier, and there were some subtle sounds of clothes and quilts rubbing. After a while, he typed and sent, "Okay."
It seemed a little strange to type without speaking while the voice was turned on, and the other party realized it, and added, "I have a cold, my throat is broken, and I can't speak."
"Then just listen to me," Qi Cheng said with a smile, "It's rare to do something good, let's put you to sleep."
He spoke in a low voice, intermittently, saying whatever came to mind, the voice in the earphones couldn't suppress the thunder, but Qi Zhong slowly relaxed his body, and sleepiness gradually came over him.
After a while, the breath coming over has stabilized.
Infected by the sound, Qi Cheng also closed his eyes sleepily. Neither of them hung up the communication, and they both fell asleep wearing earphones.
In Qi Cheng's ears, there were more panting sounds that fluctuated from light to heavy.
The voice is unbearable, low and hoarse, with heavy snorting mixed with gushing heat, and the unique distortion when passing through the earphones.
Qi Cheng frowned, his sleepiness was driven away, and his ears covered by restlessness and sleepiness gradually heard the sound of the dripping rain outside the window.
He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the darkness. Xia Li and the others breathed calmly, and there was the sound of smacking their lips and grinding their teeth, so they knew it was late at night.
But the voice in the earphone abruptly woke Qi Cheng from his dream.
The panting sound in the earphones was familiar. Just as Qi Cheng was about to turn off the communication, a low, depressing voice came again.
Qi Cheng's hand to grab the phone stopped.
What is this guy doing
"Wu You?" Qi Cheng called out tentatively.
But the person on the other side didn't respond at all, Qi Cheng changed his words again, "Qi Zhong?"
The sound of breathing is so hot that it can burn the ears of those who listen to his voice.
Qi Cheng took off his headphones and knew that this person was asleep.
I can fall asleep...
Qi Cheng thought about how cool this guy was talking to him during the day.
Not at this time... Tsk tsk tsk.
Tut tut.
His thoughts of doing bad things suddenly floated up, and he raised his voice slightly, caught off guard, "Qi Zhong!"
Qi Zhong suddenly recovered from his dazed state, his voice was already hoarse, and he just said so unconsciously, "Qi Cheng?"
The first word is quite clear, but the second word is completely lost.
But at his birth, Qi Cheng knew that he wanted to be dirty, Qi Zhong didn't masturbate, he was just sick.
Just before going to bed, I said that I had a cold and my throat was broken, and now the curse has really come true.
Qi Cheng felt that his dirty thoughts were caused by the other party. He coughed and asked, "Touch your forehead, do you have a fever?"
Qi Zhong's mind was blank, he obediently followed Qi Cheng's words and touched his head, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't say a word.
He didn't know whether it was because he was in a daze from the fever, or he still hadn't driven away the drowsiness. He exhausted all his strength, and a sob came out of his throat, and then he uttered the word with great difficulty, "Hot."
"Where's your roommate, is anyone awake?" Qi Cheng sat up, put on a coat, and got out of bed quietly, "Is there a thermometer and antipyretics?"
The man with a voice as bad as a drake said aggrievedly: "No, yes."
Qi Cheng, "Wait a minute."
He squatted next to the table and took out the medicine box prepared by the doctor last time with a flashlight. He went out the door and went upstairs.
There was no one in the entire corridor, and each dormitory was dark and extremely quiet. Qi Cheng took big strides, and finally trotted, came outside Qi Zhong's dormitory, and said to Qi Zhong: "I'm coming, you open the door."
Qi Zhong, who was lying on the bed, took several seconds to digest this sentence. He answered yes slowly, and his movements of getting out of bed were also particularly unsteady. But when his hand touched the latch by the door, he realized that something was wrong.
With the door open in his hand, he thought, what's wrong
The door opened, Qi Chengcheng entered their dormitory, pulled Qi Zhong to sit at the table, took out the thermometer and let him hold it under his arm.
As soon as the cold thermometer was clamped, Qi Zhong's pupils also dilated suddenly, and he jumped up from his seat in a snap!
Grass fuck!
He is now Wu You!
He is not Qi Zhong!
Qi Zhong's hands and feet were stiff, Qi Cheng pressed his arm for temperature measurement, "Clamp tight."
After subconsciously doing so, Qi Zhong also twitched his eyes, "Why are you in my dormitory?"
He was so nervous that he swallowed his saliva in the dark, and the saliva was painful when he swallowed it. It was hard for him to say such a long sentence.
Qi Cheng looked for the medicine in the medicine box, "Don't talk."
The medicine box is densely packed, thanks to the doctor's obsessive-compulsive disorder, so that every piece is clean and the partitions are obvious.
Qi Cheng found a lozenge, took out a dark yellow tablet and put it in his mouth, imitating how to feed a child, "Ah."
Qi Zhong rolled his tongue uncomfortably, and took the lozenge, and the freshness and medicinal taste of the tablet hit him immediately.
It took five minutes to measure the temperature. During these five minutes, because of Qi Zhong's voice and his sleeping roommates, Qi Cheng didn't speak, and only paid attention to the time on the phone.
When five minutes were up, he immediately asked Qi Zhong for a thermometer, and he could see the temperature on it by tilting the strip.
39 degrees 4, high fever, broken.
The author has something to say: Qi Cheng: It's dirty.