The white T-shirt being thrown on velvet is innocent.
Its style is very common, except for the small size, it is almost exactly the same as the men's style.
But it is indeed a women's model, with narrower shoulders and a thinner waist.
Qiao Shao stared at it for a while, heartbroken.
He... just developed a little slower, how could he be reduced to wearing women's clothes!
That temp...
Qiao Shao narrowed his eyes and found the culprit.
It was the tall boy who recommended him to buy it. How could he, a salesperson, not be able to distinguish between men's and women's clothes!
Okay, I actually made fun of him.
Qiao Xiaoshao grabbed the white T and stuffed it into the trash can, as if it was the lazy high school student!
Qiao Shao, who was sitting on the sofa, said angrily: East District No. 1 Middle School, wait, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!
At night, Qiao Zongmin came back.
Just after Qiao Shao took a shower, with wet hair, he came out to see his father: "Hong Kong is such an international metropolis, can't I keep you overnight?"
Qiao Zongmin spent six hours a day on the plane, and he scolded people at the meeting. He was tired enough, but no matter how tired he was, he had to go home before he could fall asleep.
He said, "What do you know, kid? The principle of a good man at home is to go home after dark."
Qiao Shao shook his hair and said, "What kind of meeting is there? You have to go to such a far place."
Qiao Zongmin took off his tie and cuffs, and pushed his son into the bathroom: "Your father is here to inspect, and I called someone in to check the fart. I asked if this problem can be corrected. After washing your hair, dry it and catch a cold. Fun?"
Qiao Shao said: "How can it be so easy to catch a cold."
Qiao Zongmin didn't say anything, and found a hairdryer to dry him.
A big man of 1.85 meters, but he is very skilled at doing this. It seems that he is used to doing it, and he has formed a physical memory.
Qiao Shao frowned unconsciously, and Qiao Zongmin saw through the mirror: "What? Got a headache?" There was some tension in his deep voice.
"No." Qiao Shao said, "I said I won't catch a cold."
Qiao Zongmin's hand visibly paused.
Without waiting for Qiao Zongmin to say anything, Qiao Shao said, "I said Dad..."
"What?" Qiao Zongmin seemed a little absent-minded.
Qiao Shao looked at him through the mirror: "Are you sad?"
Qiao Zongmin did not understand.
Qiao Shao grinned: "Seeing my lush and thick hair, do you make your eyes green with envy?"
When he was over forty years old, Mr. Qiao, who was troubled by hair loss, was troubled, and he gave Qiao Shao a shudder.
Qiao Shao covered his head: "A gentleman speaks but does not do anything, baldness is not terrible, Qiao Zongmin, you can't be a villain."
"You son of a bitch," Qiao Zongmin rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture of hitting someone, "I think you're itchy!"
Qiao Shao smeared oil on the soles of his feet, slipped quickly, and closed the door for Qiao Zongmin by the way: "Dad, your body stinks to death, hurry up and take a shower!"
Qiao Zongmin scolded him again, but in a blink of an eye he saw the hot water in the bathtub and the change of clothes that had been prepared for him on the shelf.
The corners of his mouth were closed, and he felt very uncomfortable.
On the day of school, Qiao Shao got up early in the morning.
He's a resident student, so he has to go and pack up early.
Just as Qiao Zongmin hung up the phone, Qiao Shao heard that he was postponing his work.
Qiao Shao immediately said, "Don't send me off, I'll do it myself!"
Qiao Zongmin: "Well, how can I not send you on the first day of transfer."
Qiao Shao pursed his mouth and said, "You can pull it down, I'm going to study!"
"So what, which school wouldn't let my father send his son?"
Qiao Shao looked at him.
Qiao Zongmin said: "Don't worry, I found a BMW to send you, I promise to be inconspicuous."
Qiao Shao was still looking at him.
Qiao Zongmin took off his watch again: "This is the head office."
Qiao Shao was still looking at him.
Qiao Zongmin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You said, I changed everything that didn't fit me."
Qiao Shao said, "If you don't want to attract attention, unless you have plastic surgery."
Qiao Zongmin: "..."
Qiao Shao reminded him: "Who made you appear in the news and magazines all day long! Don't send it to me, if you go, I will call grandpa and say you beat me!"
Qiao Zongmin couldn't afford to offend his father-in-law, so he could only let this kid go by himself.
Qiao Shao's house is not far from East District No. 1 Middle School, and it takes 20 minutes to get there by taxi.
He dragged a suitcase and carried two bundles of quilts on his back, as if he were fleeing from the desert.
The outfits of the other resident students were similar to his, but they all had their parents following and didn't have to carry it by themselves.
Although Qiao Shao came to the new school by himself, he did not panic. When he arrived at the gate of the school, he grinned at the doorman and asked the direction of the dormitory.
When the doorman heard that he was a transfer student, he enthusiastically pointed to the dormitory building for him, and praised him: "You can, boy, you don't need to send it from your parents, you can do it."
Qiao Shao said modestly: "It's nothing, I'm one year older than my classmates, so I should be independent."
When he left, the doorman was still stunned. Is he a year older? Look how that little body looks like two years younger.
The school entrance leads to the corridor of the male dormitory building.
He Shen stared at the ball for a while.
I don't know which class they are from. They are thin and pitifully small, and they look like they are about to be buried while carrying the quilt.
He couldn't see the ball's face from his point of view, but He Shen felt a little familiar just behind him.
—Like the cheap junior high school student.
"What are you looking at?" the man beside him asked him.
He Shen looked back, thinking of the little man "walking forward with a load", and smiled: "I saw a little turtle."
The companion was stunned: "Huh?"
He Shen shook his head: "Nothing."
The companion is not a person who likes to ask questions, and directly said: "Let's go, it's getting late."
How could Qiao Shao know that he became a little king after being fooled into buying women's clothes, oh a little turtle, but it doesn't make any difference!
At this time, little Wang Ba, ah bah, it was Qiao Xiaoshao who had already entered the dormitory building.
He is in Room 516, the southernmost room on the fifth floor.
Carrying these things up to the fifth floor in one breath, Qiao Shao had to die on the stairs.
Fortunately, it was Monday. Everyone just came back from home. There were many people going upstairs. Some enthusiastic classmates took the initiative to help. Qiao Shao was no longer "independent".
The classmate who helped learned that he was in room 516, his eyes swayed.
Qiao Shao didn't know why.
The classmate patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, come on!"
Qiao Shao: "???"
The classmate put his luggage on the stairs on the fifth floor, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and slipped away.
what's the situation
Is Room 516 Haunted
Qiao Shao rubbed his face and cheered up: afraid of a ghost, he is the biggest ghost himself!
Pushing the door into the house, he was a little surprised by the lively scene.
Speaking of haunted...
This is a quadruple room, surprisingly spacious and bright.
By the windowsill are the desks and bookshelves facing each other, and by the door are the four upper and lower bunk beds.
Sitting at the desk on the left is a small man with short blue-grey hair.
The little man had his feet on the desk, without changing his shoes, he looked arrogant and domineering.
There were two adults in the room, and they could see from their eyes that they were all the family of the little man.
Older women are arranging bedding and clothes, men are unpacking luggage, tablets, laptops and mobile phones, and all kinds of contraband are emerging one after another.
Seeing Qiao Shao coming in, the blue-gray-haired boy raised his chin and asked, "Transfer student?"
Qiao Shao felt that this kid was a little bit ill-fated.
The boy asked again, "What's it called?"
Qiao Shao recited it silently, studied hard every day, held back, and said his name.
"Young Master Qiao?" The young man smiled, "You have a good name, you are born to be a young master."
Qiao Shao was too lazy to explain which word it was.
The young man pulled his legs and stood up from the chair. What made Qiao Shao tickled was that this guy who was obviously not tall was actually a little taller than him!
The young man glanced at his luggage, and there was a trace of contempt in his pretty eyes: "It's a pity that your life is a little far from the young master."
Qiao Shao: "..."
Seeing that he was silent, the boy lost interest, slumped back into the chair, put on his headphones and listened to the song.
Only then did Qiao Shao realize that there was a boy in front of the desk on the right.
He was in stark contrast to the arrogant boy on the left, who sat there quietly, working on a test paper without distractions.
The boys wore school uniforms and a pair of old glasses, and the desks were clean and tidy, without anything unrelated to study.
It's just that his presence is too low, and Qiao Shao didn't notice him at first.
"Hello." Qiao Shao greeted him.
The boy raised his head, his expression was quiet: "Hello." Then he lowered his head to answer the question.
Didn't you even introduce yourself
Qiao Shao understood a little. Although he was not haunted in Room 516, he also gathered "bulls, ghosts and snakes".
There were three students in the four-person dorm, and the fourth was still missing.
Qiao Shao stared at the two empty beds, and couldn't tell which one was his.
It doesn't matter which one, I can't put the quilt on the ground, find a bed and put it down first.
With that in mind, he put the quilt on the lower bed on the left.
As soon as this action was completed, I heard an exclamation: "Fuck, you are courting death!"
Qiao Shao was taken aback.
I saw the blue-gray-haired boy jump up, took off his headphones and rushed over: "Don't move this bed!"
Saying that, he directly picked up Qiao Shao's quilt, but instead of throwing it on the ground, he put it on the bed on the right.
Qiao Shao: "..." What is this
The boy said: "If you don't do it, you won't die. This bed is taboo in the dormitory. If you don't want to be beaten, don't touch it!"
Qiao Shao had a question mark on his face: "What?"
The young man glared at him fiercely: "Don't ask the poor ghost, in short, if you want to go to school well, don't mess with him!"
Qiao Shao was stunned again... Poor ghost, how could he have thought that he would have a chance to be put on these words in his life.
The quiet boy who had not moved the whole time put down the test paper, walked over and said, "Your bed is here, I will help you make the bed."
The blue-gray-haired boy snorted and sat back in his chair.
Qiao Shao was too lazy to care about him. Compared with the abnormal kid, the boy in front of him was more like a normal student.
"Thank you," Qiao Shao said, "I'll do it myself."
The boy said: "It's okay, are you a transfer student? Which class?"
Qiao Shao said: "The first class."
The boy looked up at him.
Qiao Shao asked, "Aren't we in the same class?" In the dormitory, isn't it assigned by class
The boy said: "I'm from the first class, the other two are not, they are from the international class."
International class...
Qiao Shao understands that there is a concentration of children from rich families, no wonder the blue-haired boy is so embarrassed.
The boy's attitude was much gentler, he said his name, and explained the situation in the dormitory to Qiao Shao.
East District No. 1 Middle School is a semi-day school, and it is not mandatory to live on campus, so 50 to 60 percent of the students live on campus. Generally, they are assigned according to the class, but Qiao Shao is a transfer student, and he came in halfway. The dormitory of my class was full, and there might be a vacant seat in 516, so he was arranged.
Qiao Shao didn't think so, he suspected that one of his parents was doing something.
- The fifth floor is a four-person bed, which is much better than the six-person bed downstairs.
The boy's name is Chen Fu. What Qiao Shao is more curious about is that he is not a transfer student.
Of course, this may be a pain in the ass, Qiao Shao didn't ask.
After the two men finished making the bed, Chen said, "I'll take you to the Academic Affairs Office, you should have something to pick up."
Qiao Shao quickly responded: "Okay!"
When they left the dormitory, Chen Fu explained to him, "Don't go to bed number three, and don't talk to the person in bed number three."
Qiao Shao was curious: "Why?"
Chen Fu glanced at him: "Is there no such person in your previous school?"
what kind of person
Qiao Shao's previous school was too unreferenced.
Chen Fu considered it for a while and explained, "Very fierce... Everyone is afraid of him."
Qiao Shao understands, school bully.
His previous school also had it, which was himself.
Of course, he didn't rely on fierceness, but his blinding family background.
Chen Fu instructed him: "In short, stay away from him, the school leaders can't do anything about him."
Qiao Shao nodded seriously, he came to study hard, so he would not approach the problem boy.
Suddenly Chen Chen pulled him by the arm and pulled him behind the pillar.
Qiao Shao blinked: "What's wrong?"
Chen complained: "Lou Xiao is bullying people again."
Qiao Shao: "Lou Xiao?"
Chen explained: "It's the man in bed number three."
Qiao Shao understood, he quietly looked over, wanting to write down the school tyrant's face and detour in the future.
Then…
He saw a familiar figure.
The boy was tall, with white hands in his pockets, and he still looked like he didn't wake up from sleep.
it's that... it's that...
Where will Qiao Shao forget
It was the temporary worker who tricked him into buying a women's T-shirt!
It turns out that this guy is still a bad boy who bullies people everywhere!
Lou Xiao, right
Qiao Shao remembered!
The author has something to say: He Shen: I am not innocent without a daughter-in-law.
Lou Xiao: I'm so fucking innocent!
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