After dinner, it was still light outside, and the four of them walked back to the dormitory together.
Gu Meng scratched her back and spent the whole afternoon in the gray old auditorium. She couldn't wait to take a shower, so she quickened her pace.
The man followed him step by step.
Bo Ye and Tang Zhi fell behind them, whispering.
Bo Ye looked at the man whose behavior did not conform to normal logic, and asked Tang Zhi: "Do you think he is really stupid? Or is he just pretending?"
Tang Zhi pressed in a low voice: "It should be really stupid, eyes can't lie."
Bo Ye understood, nodded, and made some ideas on his own.
After taking the plastic basin and toiletries in the dormitory, Gu Meng impatiently went downstairs first: "Waiting for you in the bathroom on the first floor!"
The man packed his clothes slowly and left the dormitory after a while.
When passing through the exit of the safe passage, he was pulled in by a hand.
In the stairwell, his back hit the wall with a muffled sound, and he looked up a little at a loss.
In front of him, Bo Ye blocked the doorway like a school bully, raised one long leg to support the handrail of the stairs opposite, and said calmly: "Student, you are a bit too skinny, let's talk."
Although the man didn't know where he was offended, he still nodded.
"What's your real name?" Bo Ye asked.
"I don't have a name." The man confessed honestly, "Because it sounds nice to hear you call that person baby."
No matter in voice or tone, when the word "baby" is called out, it seems that the other party has a different meaning from oneself.
Seeing his sincere eyes and sincere expression, Bo Ye didn't seem to be pretending when he said this.
He pondered for a moment, then his mind became active: "So there really is no name?"
The man nods.
"I'll get you a new one, how about it?" Bo Ye turned on the foolish mode, "Listen to my advice, a man should have a name that is worthy of his temperament, baby can only be used between close people, as a Daimyo will be laughed at."
Hearing what he said, the man frowned, thought carefully about the name, and humbly asked for advice: "Then what should I be called?"
Bo Ye thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "What about the name Wang Xiaoer?"
Man: "...I don't understand it, but maybe it's not the right name for me."
With a light cough, Bo Ye felt that it was a little perfunctory, and said again: "What about Wang Erxiao? Do you like it?"
The man stared at him, pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Dog? Is it okay?" Bo Ye lowered his long legs from the guardrail, adjusted his standing posture, and explained solemnly, "There is a saying in China that if you get a lower name, you can live longer. Now everyone is playing in horror games. It may be cold anytime, anywhere, and the name 'Goudan' is my most sincere blessing." At the end, he patted the man's shoulder seriously and said, "I hope you live a long life."
Man: "Then I will call you that from now on, and I also hope you live a long life, and send you my most sincere blessings."
Bo Ye: "...I refuse."
Maybe not as silly as I thought.
At this moment, Bo Ye saw the corner of the card protruding from the pocket of the man's trousers, and asked, "What is this?"
He reached out and pulled a white card from the opponent's pocket.
Rectangular, with a white bottom, only two neat bold characters are printed in the middle—
"Enjin".
Bo Ye looked at the card, then at the man, and asked, "Your name?"
The man glanced at it and replied, "It's in my pocket all the time, I never noticed it."
"That should be it." Bo Ye said sincerely, "It's pretty nice, I'll call you that from now on."
The man hesitated for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "Is it really nice?"
Bo Ye conveniently stuffed the card into his pocket, and said, "Really, when you introduce yourself to others in the future, don't say nothing, as this will easily arouse suspicion from others. Remember, your name is Enjin, and now you have The person with the name."
Opening the door of the safe passage, before going out, Bo Ye reminded again: "By the way, Enjin, when I call you baby, don't make a sound, huh?"
The man with the new name finally loosened his expression and nodded: "Thank you for helping me find my name."
Bo Ye put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, and walked out coolly: "It's easy."
Walking in the aisle on the sixth floor, Bo Ye looked back, but Enjin didn't follow.
He took out the cardboard in his pocket, turned over the white card with the word "Enjin" printed on it, and there were a few lines of words on the back——
[Machine washable (the number represents the water temperature)].
[Suitable for hand washing].
[Do not use bleach].
[Medium temperature ironing (160℃)].
Throwing the white cardboard back into his pocket again, Bo Ye's feeling of guilt only lasted for a second.
Although "Enjin" is the brand name of the school uniform, it would be perfunctory to misappropriate it directly, but the man has a name anyway.
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Thanks to Yizhenqing for the two mines.