Duan Feifei looked at him, and it took a long time before he said, "Why do you always do this? You are quite skilled in business."
"I always spend money to buy a shabby place to stay when I'm sick or not." Jiang Kuo said.
This kind of thing that has no meaning other than letting people take advantage of it naturally only takes one time from entry to mastery.
"What did I say last time?" Duan Feifei asked.
"Nonsense is an important part of your interpersonal relationships," Jiang Kuo said. "Who knows what the last pile of crap you were..."
"I said this is the last time you blow air-conditioning before the school is installed." Duan Feifei said, "I can't just go home and stay home when I have nothing to do, right?"
"I sleep on the reclining chair," Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth, "you sleep on your bed, and it won't affect you."
"This is the beginning for you, when everyone comes to sleep with me, I'm still alive, I don't like to squeeze a room with people..." Duan Feifei's tone was very calm, but the meaning was very obvious, that's not good.
"I think too much, they can't afford this price." Jiang Kuo has never been rejected so kindly, and he couldn't find any better reason to convince Duan Feifei.
"I heard that 911 had a big incident just now?" The dormitory door was pushed open with a bang.
When Jiang Kuo turned around, he saw Dong Kun and Ding Zhe, who had just been involved in the room, stuck in place with embarrassed expressions.
"I beat Lu Haobo." Duan Feifei replied.
"Okay!" Dong Kun laughed hard, "How did you beat him?"
"It was hit by 911." Jiang Kuo said.
"Hey," Ding Zhe smiled a little embarrassedly, "That's not what I meant. We usually give people who we don't know very well a code name, and sometimes the name doesn't make sense."
"He likes cars very much," Dong Kun said. "The day you came to school, he watched your car, so he called you 911."
"Come on," Ding Zhe raised the bag in his hand, "Malatang, eat together."
"...No," Jiang Kuo said, these people are really friends, they all have the same taste, the Mala Tang family, "I don't eat Mala Tang, it's not that I don't eat Mala Tang from the stalls, it's that I don't eat Mala Tang. "
Ding Zhe looked at him, stunned for a while before nodding: "Oh."
"Did you two just chat?" Dong Kun asked.
"Well," Jiang Kuo sat on the chair next to him, "discuss with him about letting me stay here for another night."
"Stay here for one night?" Dong Kun paused, "Again?"
"Well." Jiang Kuo responded.
Dong Kun turned to look at Duan Feifei: "I remember you said it?"
"He said," Ding Zhe said in a low voice, "Why don't you let him go and live in my house as soon as you don't let you drive."
Although Ding Zhe's voice was very low, Jiang Kuo quickly caught the point. Before Duan Feifei could speak, he slapped the table: "The car will come back the day after tomorrow, take it and drive it."
The house was suddenly quiet.
Several people looked at him.
"You help me persuade him," Jiang Kuo pointed at Duan Feifei, "On this night, I had a fever and I was so sick that I didn't want to go back to the dormitory to be bored."
"Ah," Ding Zhe cleared his throat and turned to look at Duan Feifei, "He's a patient... He was still ill during military training today, no wonder it's not easy, he fainted faster than a girl..."
This can not be mentioned, thank you, senior.
Duan Feifei sighed, took out his phone from his pocket, and walked in front of Jiang Kuo: "The last time, and I really won't go home tonight."
"It's okay," Jiang Kuo said, "it's still one thousand and five."
When Dong Kun and Ding Zhe heard the number, they turned their heads abruptly and stared at them together.
Jiang Kuo scanned the code, stood up, tapped twice on his phone, and reached out to Ding Zhe: "Add it, I'll tell you when the car comes back."
"...Oh!" Ding Zhe quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned Jiang Kuo's QR code, adding his friends.
"Then you eat," Jiang Kuo said, "I'll go back to the dormitory to put things away and come over later."
"Bring a cover," Duan Feifei chased after him, "This air conditioner is fixed at 16 degrees, don't let it freeze overnight and die here tomorrow morning."
Jiang Kuo left the dormitory and closed the door.
"Damn it!" Ding Zhe looked at the direction of the door and sighed heavily.
"Give you one thousand and five?" Dong Kun looked at Duan Feifei.
"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, turning the phone twice in his hand and threw it on the table, "It was also fifteen thousand yesterday."
"Damn it!" Ding Zhe turned his head, "Is this business a little too profitable? How can I sleep? That bed is not covered."
"He sleeps on a recliner." Duan Feifei said.
"Fuck." Dong Kun sighed and was confused, "You said this young master can endure hardship, he spent 1500 yuan to live in this poor dormitory, you said he can't endure hardship, he can sleep on a reclining chair for a night."
"He can't get out because he is not familiar with people," Duan Feifei said. "After a while, he will either go out to the hotel to open a room, or come back with an air conditioner."
"It's good to be rich," Ding Zhe said. "It's good to earn three thousand in two nights?"
"Call Sun Ji and Liu Fat tomorrow," Duan Feifei said, "Lang Yi night."
"Tomorrow, Senior Lu will check the bed." Dong Kun said.
"Dare to check you?" Duan Feifei said.
"Did he check your house today?" Ding Zhe asked.
"I didn't even come in," Duan Feifei stretched his waist. "He was beaten up in the dormitory at Shang 119 for his prestige, and 911 kicked him in the corridor, oh!"
Dong Kun and Ding Zhe were having fun while eating, laughing louder than the air conditioner.
"I've changed my mind about 911," Ding Zhe said. "I think he's alright. He's pretty cool."
"Get out of here," Duan Feifei said, "you just rush to his car, nothing can be changed from the beginning."
"Are you really going to drive that car?" Dong Kun said, "Don't get hit by anyone."
"Probably not," Ding Zhe said, "I've watched a lot of videos."
Duan Feifei almost choked with laughter.
"This person is quite funny," Ding Zhe looked at Jiang Kuo's circle of friends, "He didn't give me a trumpet, did he? There's nothing in it."
"Is it visible in three days?" Dong Kun asked.
"No, it has never been posted," Ding Zhe handed the phone to him, "the name is quite small."
"JK921, name plus birthday, I usually set passwords like this," Dong Kun looked at it, "This is the mystery of rich people."
"You two are enough." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo returned to the dormitory with his clothes, Li Zirui and Tang Li were still chatting about what happened just now, and Ma Xiao was washing on the balcony.
The clothes are covered in gray. Normally, these guys in the dormitory must wash and hang them immediately, but Jiang Kuo is not a normal person, he can't wash, and his highest achievement in washing clothes is to wash underwear.
So he needs a bag to pack the clothes and take them to the hotel to be washed.
When looking through the cabinet, Li Zirui saw the clothes he brought back: "I thought you really threw it away, hurry up and wash it, it's all ashes."
"I..." Jiang Kuo didn't know whether to say that he didn't know how to wash, or to take it to the hotel to wash.
Neither of the two should sound very gregarious.
After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth: "Okay."
He walked to the sink with his clothes, turned on the faucet, rounded the clothes, and stretched it out to the bottom of the faucet. The water immediately covered his face.
"Your uncle!" Jiang Kuo slapped the faucet with an annoyed slap.
After a while, he stretched his clothes over again and carefully turned on the tap a little bit. The water was too small. He bent over and pouted there for a long time, and his clothes were not completely wet.
He could only turn up the water slowly while the faucet was not paying attention, and then try to rub it.
The water moistened his face again.
"Die!" He threw his clothes into the sink.
Probably because the scene was too tragic, Ma Xiao, who could not say ten sentences a day, was forced to say, "Get a basin."
"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded without moving.
Ma Xiao probably guessed it, so he pointed to a blue pot next to it: "You can use mine, just bought it."
Jiang Kuo had given up doing laundry, but Ma Xiao's words "just bought it" seemed to see through that he didn't want to use it, but he didn't fully see it, so he was a little unsure of what to do.
It is very difficult to maintain a state of "everyone is the same" with people who are not very familiar in the dormitory. He feels that his words and deeds are out of place, and he has never tried to do this before. Always pay attention to other people's emotions, and there is no such opportunity.
And now he found that once you pay attention to the appropriateness of every sentence you say, you will become unable to say a word.
As a patient who fainted before the girls in military training, I was very irritable.
Go to hell.
"I don't know how to wash," Jiang Kuo said. "I haven't washed my clothes. I plan to take them to the hotel to wash them. If I knew it would be such a hassle, it would be better if I didn't wash them, and I didn't plan to wear them."
"Don't wear it?" Ma Xiao asked.
"I'm not angry enough." Jiang Kuo said.
"It's a pity." Ma Xiao said.
Jiang Kuo glanced at him, Ma Xiao should be the worst in the dormitory for food and clothing. The things on Tang Li and Li Zirui's beds are all new, only Ma Xiao brought the old ones from home. The T-shirt is also very old, and the collar is still a little off.
Although the clothes that Lu Haobo touched are not thrown away, he will never wear them again.
When he looked at Ma Xiao, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"I'll give you this dress." Jiang Kuo said.
"Ah?" Ma Xiao looked at him.
"I didn't like it when I bought it, just take it casually," Jiang Kuo said while thinking about whether it was appropriate to say so, and at the same time he felt that it was yours, who cares if he was tired or not, "I won't wear it after I wash it. I'll give it to you."
Ma Xiao was silent.
It's embarrassing to have an awkward relationship in this dormitory. A little embarrassment is better than a tired heart.
After a few seconds, Ma Xiao nodded: "Thank you."
Because the clothes were given to Ma Xiao, there was no need for him to think about washing. Ma Xiao hurriedly threw the clothes into the basin, and it was washed and hung up in a short while.
Jiang Kuo stretched happily and rubbed his temples.
"The big money, and the clothes that I don't wear," Li Zirui said, "It's great to have you at 119."
"Anyway, you can lose some weight." Jiang Kuo said, "How about I give you two pieces and you can take them apart and put them together."
Li Zirui smiled and patted his belly: "I'll probably lose a lot of weight by fighting with the sleeper every day."
"Don't!" Tang Li was startled and grabbed his arm, "Calm down, roommates."
Jiang Kuo chatted casually with Cannon in front of the table, then went to take a shower, and then pulled Xiao Bo off the bed and hugged him: "I'll go to 107 to calm down for the night."
"Go to the hero's dormitory?" Li Zirui said.
"Do you want to call him 107% if you don't want to call him by his name?" Jiang Kuo said, opening the cabinet and taking out a blindfold.
"Why don't you sleep in our house?" Li Zirui asked.
"I have a fever again, my whole body hurts, it's too hot and uncomfortable," Jiang Kuo said, "107 has air conditioning."
"Oh," Li Zirui nodded, "yes, it's more comfortable that way, the hero is a good person."
Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and went out with the quilt.
Duan Feifei earned 3,000 yuan and earned a reputation as a good person. This business has both fame and fortune.
The people in 107 have already eaten Mala Tang, and are now paralyzed in the dormitory playing games.
Duan Feifei was on the bed, and Dong Kun and Ding Zhe shared a reclining chair.
Seeing Jiang Kuo come in with the quilt, Dong Kun and Ding Zhe both stood up.
"You guys play first," Jiang Kuo looked around, there was nowhere to stay in this house, "I'll come back later."
"It's okay, it's okay," Ding Zhe said as he walked out, "You lie down, we have some tricks."
Jiang Kuo was not polite, fell on the reclining chair, and tugged the quilt in his arms casually twice, regardless of whether it was covered or not. He has not stopped since he came back from the hotel. He was already very tired at the moment, and when he lay down like this, he suddenly felt a pain in his back.
It seemed that it was not Lu Haobo who was beaten just now, but him.
"Stand there to die!" Duan Feifei cursed on the bed with his phone in hand.
"Let's die first," Dong Kun said, "the gold master's father will clean up first."
Jiang Kuo waved his hand, too lazy to say anything.
Ding Zhe quickly returned to the dormitory, Jiang Kuo opened his eyes a little, and was surprised to find that he was carrying a reclining chair in his hand.
"I don't know where there is a warehouse?" Jiang Kuo said.
"I got it from Uncle Zhao," Ding Zhe said. "You can sleep on the one. It was bought by Fei Fei at a huge cost. It is the most comfortable."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo closed his eyes.
It's good to have an air conditioner. As long as he sleeps at the right temperature, no sound or light will be affected. Duan Feifei and the others don't make much noise when they play games, and they only say a few words occasionally.
It wasn't long before he fell asleep.
"Back to the dormitory," Dong Kun yawned, "I'm tired of the class tomorrow morning."
"Why don't you go to military training." Duan Feifei said.
"You asked for it yourself," Ding Zhe put on a blanket, "you said you don't have to go, you have to suffer. If you feel bored, it would be nice to chat with us in the classroom."
"Come on," said Duan Feifei, "then I'll go to military training."
"Let's go." Dong Kun patted Ding Zhe.
"Don't the father of the gold master freeze?" Ding Zhe glanced at Jiang Kuo, who was sleeping as if he was in a coma, "The air conditioner in this room is really awesome, it makes me feel like it's not going to rain outside, it's going to rain. It's snowing."
"Are you going down?" Dong Kun asked.
"I've hit a few farts," Duan Feifei got out of bed, "For this small movement, God may feel that the rain is less suffocating and I'm embarrassed to come down."
"Let's go." Ding Zhe and Dong Kun yawned and left the dormitory.
There was another faint sound of thunder outside, along with a flash of lightning.
Duan Feifei walked to the window and looked out. In the distance, there were continuous and silent lightning flashes, one after another, and then connected into pieces.
It seems that it is almost time to cool down next time. After a few rains, Jiang Kuo will be looking for heating all over the world in a month.
I don't know how long it will take to hold the rain today, and the thunder doesn't hit hard.
Duan Feifei yawned, stretched out his arms.
When the lazy waist stretched halfway, a thunder suddenly sounded, as if it exploded above the head.
Duan Feifei was taken aback, and his arm jerked back, feeling that he was instantly distracted.
"Fuck." He turned around.
A person stood behind him.
Paled face.
Hollow eyes.
When the lightning flashed, the "swoosh" became even whiter.
Although he was frightened at the same time, he had already realized that it was Jiang Kuo, but he still couldn't hold back.
"Ah!" he shouted, and this time it really frightened him.
It took Jiang Kuo two seconds before he seemed to come back to his senses. He jumped on the spot and roared, "Your uncle!"
"Your uncle!" Duan Feifei looked at him, "Can you make some noise when you get up! Who are you trying to scare to death here?"
"Is there a thunderstorm?" Jiang Kuo slowly came over and asked, "I woke up scared."
Duan Feifei found out that this person has a very magical aspect, that is, he can ignore the other party's words and emotions at any time and anywhere, as long as he wants to say the next sentence, no matter what your last sentence is, he will just pinch you.
Duan Feifei was pushed back by him halfway through the fire.
"Is it going to rain?" Jiang Kuo walked to the window excitedly.
"Well." Duan Feifei glanced out the window.
"I don't need military training tomorrow?" Jiang Kuo said.
"Why?" Duan Feifei said, "You can sing songs in the auditorium all day with a knife in the sky, but if it rains, you don't want military training?"
Jiang Kuo looked back at him.
"If you want to take a leave of absence from military training, it's not like you have a fever." Duan Feifei sat on another reclining chair.
"I fainted on the first day of military training, and asked for leave the next day," Jiang Kuo said, "I don't want to lose face."
"Why do you want to have this kind of face," Duan Feifei smiled, "If I can't hold on to it again tomorrow..."
"No," Jiang Kuo picked up the thermometer on the table and pressed it on his forehead, "I feel okay now."
"How much?" Duan Feifei asked.
"37.8," Jiang Kuo said, "started to retreat."
"Very optimistic." Duan Feifei took a piece of clothes and went to take a shower.
As soon as I came out of the shower, I thought that Jiang Kuo should have fallen asleep.
When the result came out, I saw Jiang Kuo leaning on the reclining chair with his arms and eyes open.
"Don't sleep?" He turned off the lights in the room, climbed onto his bed, and stretched comfortably.
"It scares you." Jiang Kuo said.
"Put some face," Duan Feifei said, "I shivered with a thunderbolt, and when I looked back at you, I shivered again, and I didn't finish scolding."
"Is it raining?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"No," Duan Feifei closed his eyes, "stop talking."
He couldn't sleep at this time, and it had to be after three or four o'clock. If Dong Kun and Ding Zhe were here, they could chat until midnight.
But I am really unfamiliar with Jiang Kuo, there is nothing to say, and it is uncomfortable to chat.
When lying down until his back was a little sore, Jiang Kuo suddenly said, "You can't sleep either?"
"I fell asleep." Duan Feifei said.
"I heard you gasping." Jiang Kuo said.
"If you don't pant, you're dead," Duan Feifei tilted his head and glanced down, "Your ears are pretty good. With this air conditioner, can you still hear me panting?"
"My ears are very good when I can't sleep," Jiang Kuo was silent for a while, "Why are you running 119 today? Does that Lu have a grudge against you?"
"Watch the fun." Duan Feifei said, "It's a pity that I didn't see the scene where you kicked him out, just watching him fly."
"That idiot will pretend to force me tomorrow, and I'll let him see what pretending is." Jiang Kuo said, "I'm still checking the bed, going into your father's house, and there's not even a word of politeness."
"Stop scolding," Duan Feifei said, "I can't sleep even if I get excited."
"I'm excited to beat him." Jiang Kuo said.
The house was quiet again.
Duan Feifei closed his eyes, and before he found the feeling of falling asleep, Jiang Kuo spoke again: "Is there a washing machine in the supermarket opposite?"
"... There's an electrical appliance store behind," Duan Feifei said, "there are all home appliances."
"Can I buy a refrigerator in the dormitory?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Small, ice a drink or something."
"Hey," Duan Feifei rolled over and looked at him while lying on the edge of the bed, "Your name is really right, it's so lavish, did your parents name it for you?"
Jiang Kuo smiled: "The stars are flat and the fields are wide, and the moon is flowing in the river."
Duan Feifei did not speak.
Did not understand.
"If you say that, your name is not wrong," Jiang Kuo said, "Little Extraordinary Hero."
"I don't understand." Duan Feifei said.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo turned his head.
"My dad said that this child is very ordinary at first glance," Duan Feifei said, "and if you can't directly call Duan very ordinary, let's call him Duan Feifei."
Jiang Kuo laughed and coughed again for a long time.
Then suddenly jumped up, stepped on the small quilt that fell on the ground and rushed into the toilet.
"Fuck?" Duan Feifei was startled, jumped out of bed and followed.
Jiang Kuo was in the toilet, holding his hand against the wall and retching twice.
"Go to the hospital tomorrow," Duan Feifei sighed, "Why did you still vomit, can you really vomit with laughter?"
"I haven't vomited yet." Jiang Kuo looked back at him.
"Clean up after vomiting," said Duan Feifei, "there is no room service here, fifteen thousand is your bed fee."
Jiang Kuo gave him his middle finger.