Although the fever subsided, after all, his brain was attacked by the high temperature inside and outside. Jiang Kuo didn't take a taxi, and asked Cannon to help him sweep a shared electric car and drive back, and wanted to refresh himself.
But when I returned to the hallway of the dormitory, I still felt groggy and felt like a ball of cotton soaked in water.
It's rare that there is no one in the corridor at this time today, so I don't know if it's because of the sleep check.
When Da Pao persuaded him to hurry back to the dormitory, he was reluctant. The person who was still in the dormitory on the day of reporting to show off for him, suddenly being so honest and calm and sincere, made him very rebellious.
Jiang Kuo had never lived in the school, so he didn't know the process of checking the bed, but Tang Li's anxiety could tell the importance of checking the bed, so he finally came back to save Tang Li's face, after all, this was the first time checking the bed. Tang Li was still the head of the house, although he had no idea when the head of the house was appointed.
Several people were stuck at the door of the dormitory.
Jiang Kuo thought at first that his eyes were burnt and he couldn't see clearly, but when he got closer, he found that he was right. The few people were standing at the door frame, one in front and two behind.
During the dozen or so steps that Jiang Kuo walked to the door, they had been inlaid in the position of the door frame in a triangular state, neither entering nor exiting.
"Range." He touched the arm of the man outside in the back row.
The door frame trio turned their heads to look at him at the same time.
Jiang Kuo also glanced at them, presumably they were sleeping
But no one moved away.
Neither speak.
Just looked at him seriously.
What to do
Jiang Kuo was too lazy to think about what this was for and what was going on. This was his dormitory, and he had already considered it quite thoroughly without pulling people away and going in directly.
So he turned sideways, bumped the person blocking his way with his shoulder, and entered the dormitory.
The three roommates were standing at their desks, and it seemed that the six were making some sort of eye contact before he entered the room.
Seeing him coming back, Tang Li was obviously relieved, and whispered, "I'll help you fold the clothes on the bed, I'm afraid you won't be able to clean up in time when you come back."
Jiang Kuo was very disgusted with someone touching his things, so he twitched his eyebrows conditionedly, but quickly flattened his eyebrows, and whispered, "Thanks."
"Headmaster, tell him." The person standing at the door came in at this time.
"Jiang Kuo," Tang Li pointed to these people, "this is the senior who came to check the bed. During the military training, the bed will be checked every day. Everyone is required to rest in the dormitory, and they cannot go out unless there are special circumstances. The dormitory must be kept hygienic and the items placed. tidy up…”
Jiang Kuo glanced at his own site, and there were only three or five pieces of clothes that were scattered, and it was difficult to think that they were not neat.
"Don't hang your clothes here." No. 1 Cha bed pointed to the hook at the door.
Everyone in the room was silent, and Jiang Kuo sat on the chair next to Li Zirui's table.
"Jiang Kuo." Li Zirui whispered to him, shaking his hand back at him quietly.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.
"Whose clothes?" No. 1 asked, "Don't hang them here!"
Jiang Kuo then realized that he was talking about the military training shirt he was hanging there. He was a little puzzled: "Why?"
"No reason, keep it tidy," said No. 2. "Fold your clothes and put them away."
"Hang it there to keep it clean," Jiang Kuo said, "I just threw it on the ground not for cleanliness."
"Remember," said Number One.
No. 3 immediately lowered his head and wrote on the notebook in his hand.
"Take it down, take it down," Tang Li hurried over to take off the clothes, "We don't know too well that we can't hang clothes here."
"What can that hook hang?" Jiang Kuo took the clothes that Tang Li handed him and put them on the table.
No. 1, 2, and 3 did not speak.
Jiang Kuo got up, took the bag on his desk, hung it on the hook, and looked at them: "This?"
Before they could speak, Jiang Kuo took out another power bank from his bag and hung it up: "Or this one?"
"Take it off!" No. 3 lowered his voice.
"What's your opinion?" Number One asked.
"I have no opinion," Jiang Kuo said. "I only have questions, and only one question—what can I hang here?"
He can be sure that No. 1, 2, and 3 know the correct answer, because the correct answer is to hang clothes and hats, because this thing that every house has, its name is a coat hook.
But no one in the room said a word, and fell into a brief, awkward and more tense atmosphere.
"Whose bed is this?" No. 2 knocked on the bed frame and abruptly ended the unpleasant previous topic.
But this casual knock, immediately opened the second unpleasant.
Probably no one thought that Jiang Kuo would not be able to get around.
"Mine." Jiang Kuo turned around while standing in front of the hooks that he hung all over.
No. 2 pointed with a displeased expression: "The clothes are put in the cabinet."
Jiang Kuo didn't ask why this time, and there was no answer anyway. Of course, his answer must not work. He opened his closet and showed it: "The closet can't be put down."
"You can solve this yourself, tell me it's useful! I don't care about you!" No. 1 said, "Clothes can't be piled on the bed!"
"That's folded." Jiang Kuo glanced at it, Tang Li was a careful person, the clothes were folded very flat, and they were all the same size.
"Why don't you put away the messy clothes on the balcony?" No. 1 didn't follow his words, "Does it look good?"
Tang Li and Ma Xiao hurried to the balcony and put away the clothes that were hanging out. Ma Xiao's pants were still wet.
"Don't put all the toiletries one by one, they are all neatly arranged!" No. 2 went to the bathroom for a walk. "During military training, you didn't stack tofu cubes according to the military requirements. Is it so difficult to keep things neat?"
The three people in the dormitory hurriedly sorted out the toiletries. In Jiang Kuo's view, it was obvious that they had already been sorted, and now they just picked it up and put it down.
No. 3 swished in the notebook.
Jiang Kuo stood still, his head began to swell and hurt a little, and his neck and shoulders were also sore.
The stamina of the fever is showing little by little.
Originally, when he thought that the circle of the balcony toilet should be over, No. 1 stepped on the stairs beside Jiang Kuo's bed.
Then he walked up two steps, reached out and picked up the clothes that Tang Li folded for him, and walked down the stairs.
Jiang Kuo was on fire at once. This staircase was used for going to bed. They usually only stepped up when they took off their shoes. Now number 1 has two gray and white prints directly on it.
And directly took his clothes.
"This classmate," No. 1 shook him with his clothes, "it's not that we are targeting you, but that most of the problems in your dormitory are caused by you. I hope you will cooperate and not affect the entire dormitory."
Jiang Kuo was silent for two seconds, grabbed the clothes in No. 1's hand, bent over and wiped them on the stairs that No. 1 stepped on, and then threw the clothes into the trash can next to him.
"What do you mean?" Everyone's anger gathered above their heads. Jiang Kuo's action made No. 2 explode first, raising his voice abruptly and roaring.
Jiang Kuo closed his eyes, and he almost jumped up again in fright.
"It's not a chair there," Li Zirui's face was not very good-looking, but he quickly smoothed the situation, and wanted to take the clothes out of the trash can.
Jiang Kuo stretched out his foot to hook the trash can over, and stepped on the edge of the bucket: "It's nothing interesting, just throwing garbage, can the trash can throw garbage, senior?"
"Jiang Kuo!" Li Zirui suppressed his voice, and although his face was unhappy, it was a tough expression that was enough to check the bed or endure it.
"Don't be pretentious with us here," said Number One. "This is the school, who are you putting it on!"
"Let's show you three," Jiang Kuo said, "It's so obvious."
"There's no rules at all, it's quite a joke," No. 1's eyebrows twitched, "I'm not in the dormitory when I check my bed, I leave things in disorder, I provoke words, create conflicts, what else can I do?"
"This." Jiang Kuo grabbed No. 1's collar.
Duan Feifei did not expect Lu Haobo to join the student union. This person made the always good-natured Dong Kun say last year, "If this person can join the student union, I will directly smash the office of the student union".
And Lu Haobo would fly out of the 119 dormitory clutching his stomach, which is what Duan Feihan never expected.
"Oh!" He rolled over from the reclining chair and jumped out of the dormitory, kicked the opposite door, "Come out to watch the play."
The door opened immediately. As Duan Feihan walked in, he knocked on the dormitory doors on both sides, and soon the dormitory doors behind him opened, and people kept coming out.
The other two members of the sleep-seeking team also came out of 119, but they didn't come out alone, they came out in a hug, and it was unclear whether they were fighting or just hugging.
"Go back!" Lu Haobo got up and saw Duan Feifei and the crowd watching the fun, pointed at him and roared, "Duan Feihan, what do you want to do?"
"Look," Duan Feifei walked to door 119, "do you want to help, senior?"
The four people who came out of the dormitory in a group finally separated with difficulty. The two people from the dormitory search group, and 119 Fatty and Tang Li, Tang Li was fighting, and Fatty was actually fighting.
However, Fatty's tactical movements are obviously not good, and he can actually kick Lu Haobo out? And now he also saw that Lu Haobo had bruises on his face.
When I looked into the dormitory, a figure swept out as if following the wind with a fist swinging, and when he saw the stance, he went straight to the dormitory team.
Duan Feifei stretched out his arm sideways and wrapped the man around the waist.
There are so many people watching, I can't do it anymore, brother, no one in the dormitory team will do it anymore.
This person is also 119, and he doesn't talk much. Every time Duan Feifei opens the door to ventilate, he can see him go out to throw garbage, and he can throw it eight hundred times a day.
quite fierce
"Ma Xiao! Ma Xiao!" Tang Li hurried over and hugged this one, "Calm down!"
There were too many people at the entrance of the dormitory, Duan Feifei took two steps back, stopped in front of the window, and saw the only person still in the dormitory.
Jiang Kuo stood facing the dormitory door, moving his right wrist.
It was probably a fever, and his face was pale, but Duan Feifei, with his many years of onlookers and personal experience in market fights, immediately determined that Lu Haobo was kicked out of the dormitory by him.
In fact, it is also easy to guess. Except for Jiang Kuo, the four freshmen in the 119 dormitory are all honest people. The one who really dared to beat up the senior during the first sleep check at the beginning of the school year can only be Jiang Kuo's dick.
However, Duan Feifei was quite surprised. Seeing Jiang Kuo's state, Lu Haobo was kicked out before he could even make a move.
Gee.
"Jiang Kuo," Lu Haobo pointed at Jiang Kuo in the dormitory, "you will bear the consequences, you wait."
"Don't worry, I will check the bed every day," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "I will wait here, senior."
"What are you doing? Go back to the dormitory! How about if you want to be deducted, I'll just deduct all of you!" Lu Haobo turned his head and roared at the crowd in the corridor.
Everyone whispered and slowly returned to the dormitory.
Duan Feifei was still leaning against the window of 119, and Jiang Kuo had already returned to the bed at some point in time.
"What are you doing here?" Lu Haobo looked at him.
"Why," Duan Feifei said, "Did I not finish the investigation there?"
"The investigation is over." Lu Haobo said.
"After checking, I'll come out and join the door." Duan Feifei said.
"What's going on!" Uncle Zhao suddenly appeared at the other end of the corridor, "Why was it so noisy just now!"
"There are mice!" Duan Feifei turned his head and shouted, "It's been driven away!"
"I haven't seen the world before," Uncle Zhao shook his head and walked back, "A mouse can make this move..."
"Duan Feifei, I hope we can have a friendly new beginning," Lu Haobo stared at Duan Feifei, "Please don't affect my work."
"Good senior," Duan Feifei pointed to 119 again, "Have you finished the investigation here?"
"The investigation is over." Lu Haobo gritted his teeth.
Duan Feifei walked into 119 and closed the door with a backhand "bang".
Several people in the dormitory were standing in the room, seeing from the window that Lu Haobo was gone, Tang Li just sat down on the chair: "This is a mess."
"Are we finished?" Fatty looked at Duan Feihan, "Hero."
"Huh?" Duan Feifei glanced at him, "What do you call me?"
"Hero." Fatty said, "My name is Li Zirui, nice to meet you."
Duan Feifei was delighted: "Does your brain lack a string?"
"Sincerely, hero," Li Zirui whispered, "you know better than us, is this serious?"
"Let's punish collectively," Duan Feifei said, "Have you already done it?"
"Tang Li didn't do it." Li Zirui said.
"I did it," Tang Li was very firm, "We all did it."
"Tang Li, you don't need to..." Li Zirui waved his hand.
"Are your brains used as counterweights!" Jiang Kuo slapped the board on the bed, "Who is he, what do you believe?"
Duan Feifei laughed and leaned against the door, looking very happy.
"Are you okay?" Li Zirui asked.
"What could be wrong," Duan Feifei said, "they are the first time to check the bed, the first day of the bed check, the first dormitory check, the work must be carried out very well, at most 119 failed."
"We can't be so impulsive in the future," Tang Li said. "Today, I'm really impulsive, it shouldn't be, especially Jiang Kuo, their attitude is really not very good, but..."
"I can't bear these things," Jiang Kuo rolled over, "I will check the bed every day, and I have to clean the clothes and hat hooks every day, take the wet clothes off the clothesline, and accompany them. Hello, Senior Smiley? My dad doesn't dare to ask me to cooperate like this!"
Tang Li sighed.
"It's cool." Ma Xiao said suddenly.
"Huh?" Several people in the room looked at him.
"Hey!" Tang Li sighed hard, "Your pants are still wet, let's hang them up first, or they will stink."
Duan Feifei walked to Jiang Kuo's bed, raised his hand and tapped on the edge of his bed: "Hey."
Jiang Kuo turned back and looked at him.
"Sister Ning asked me to bring you some medicine," Duan Feifei said, "I'll get it for you later?"
"I'll go get it," Jiang Kuo said, "Thank you."
Duan Feifei waved his hand, turned and walked out of the dormitory.
"Jiang Kuo," Li Zirui picked up the clothes he had thrown in from the trash can, "your clothes have to be washed, they are stained with dust. We just swept the floor, and the garbage hasn't been taken out yet."
"I'll go down." Jiang Kuo sat up, his head was very uncomfortable, and the room was a little stuffy, he planned to go out for a spin.
He got out of bed and put on his shoes, took the clothes from Li Zirui's hands, threw them back into the trash can, and went out with the trash can.
"Jiang Kuo!" Li Zirui chased after him, "Why are you having trouble with your clothes? New clothes that haven't been removed from the tag!"
Jiang Kuo ignored him.
After 116, the bed checking team just came out.
The three of them looked at the trash can in Jiang Kuo's hand at the same time.
"Hello, senior," Jiang Kuo said, "throw out the trash."
When throwing out the garbage, Jiang Kuo took the clothes out of the trash can and carried it back to the dormitory.
Don't be pretentious or put on airs with the people in the dormitory. In today's fight, the people in the dormitory didn't stand idly by. Whether it was persuading or going together, everyone participated.
Li Zirui's tone when he said "new clothes" made him a little embarrassed.
Taking the clothes to the door of 107, he knocked on the door.
"Come in." Duan Feifei seemed to be eating.
Jiang Kuo pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw that Duan Feifei had another bowl of Mala Tang in his hand.
"Are you Mala Tang Jing?" He really couldn't hold back.
"Do you want to eat?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I said I won't eat it!" Jiang Kuo quickly chased after he finished speaking, "Didn't you buy two more?"
"No," Duan Feifei said, "Am I crazy, I still buy it if you don't eat it."
"Then you still ask?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Looking for words is a very important part of interpersonal relationships," Duan Feifei said. "If you are willing to simplify it, I can also cooperate."
"Very good, let's simplify." Jiang Kuo said.
Duan Feifei put down the Mala Tang, picked up a small paper bag on the table and handed it to him.
Jiang Kuo took it, opened it and glanced inside: "Is there a thermometer?"
Duan Feifei did not speak.
"What is the medicine..." Jiang Kuo stopped halfway through, "As for what?"
"Yes, there is a thermometer, you have seen it and asked?" Duan Feifei said, "What kind of medicine is written on the medicine box, do I need to say more?"
Jiang Kuo didn't speak any more, grabbed the paper bag and clenched his fists at him.
The clothes on his hands were lifted, bringing with them a burst of ashes.
"Fuck." Duan Feifei quickly stepped back, grabbed the Mala Tang bowl, and retreated to the window, "Where did you pick up a piece of clothing?"
"Take it out of the trash can," Jiang Kuo said with an inexplicable sense of refreshment for a moment, "Senior got dirty, so I wanted to take it out and throw it away."
"Interesting," Duan Feifei smiled, "Lu Haobo was not a good student. He was in trouble in the first room... How did he bring it back?"
"Forget it, let's wash it in the hotel tomorrow." Jiang Kuo said.
"...Do you take your clothes to the hotel to wash?" Duan Feifei looked at him, and the mala was so hot that he forgot to put it in his mouth.
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded and turned to leave.
"The thermometer Ning Jie borrowed from the infirmary. Just return it to her when she's finished." Duan Feifei said.
"Oh," Jiang Kuo thought for a while, took out the thermometer, and beeped at his forehead, "My fever has subsided, why don't you just…"
"Return her yourself, you tell people not to get used to it," Duan Feifei said, "it's easy to be beaten."
"I said why did I feel so uncomfortable lying there," Jiang Kuo looked at the 38.2 on the thermometer, "Is it burning again?"
"How much?" Duan Feifei asked, "If you can't, just take a piece of ibuprofen or something, it has it in it."
"38.2," Jiang Kuo stared at the display. He didn't raise his head until the number disappeared and looked at Duan Feifei, "Discuss something."
"Covering up with a fever," Duan Feifei said immediately, "You're just blowing the air conditioner to get sick, are you still here?"
"Who can blow the air conditioner to get sick?" Jiang Kuo said, "I'm not accustomed to the soil and water, so I have to blow the air conditioner to get better."
Duan Feifei did not speak.
Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone: "One thousand five?"
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