In the u8 novel, the two great gods, Lei Qie and Sui, taunted and attacked each other and drifted away. The "civilian area" in the cafeteria was restored to its original order. The other prisoners all joined together in twos and threes. Some are completely irrelevant, but most of them are for discussion on Ruan Xiangyuan, such as the loud voice next door who had soy milk spilled all over his head. Obviously, this man is one of them who pretends to be inadvertent and pretends too hard Typical - he has one hand over his mouth, and although he pretends to be speaking in a low voice, the volume is loud enough to make one suspect that he has a small microphone in his sleeve...
Prisoner a: "—I heard that there are two new prisoners coming to Building No. 3, and one of them is so incredibly good-looking. Could it be this black-haired kid?"
Prisoner B next to Prisoner A: "Hahaha, how is that possible? Is there only a group of beasts left in the third building? This appearance can be regarded as passable at best. Where does the evaluation of 'it is so beautiful' come from?" of?"
Prisoner C next to Prisoner B: "Fuck you, I really like this one. Look, the Sui in Building No. 1 is just so eye-catching. Tsk tsk, mt is miserable, and the newcomer has to let others Dong's king carve up
. "
Prisoner a next to prisoner c: "c is more realistic, b, your new wife on the twelfth floor looks good with this kid, don't be responsible for what you say?"
The above conversation almost didn’t miss any punctuation marks. Ruan Xiangyuan’s ears heard every single word. The black-haired young man frowned, expressing his dislike for calling someone of the same sex his “wife”—
Simple deduction, it is obvious that this group of people is so unstressed and they are not saying a word to Buildings 1, 2, and 3. Ruan Xiangyuan preliminarily deduces that this group of gossips are people under Baitang— When he was a son of a bitch half a year ago, Ruan Xiangyuan always felt that under the leadership of Baitang, the people in Building No. 4 always claimed to be elegant and refutable and hated violence. Habitual and elegant refutation", but all the talents are used for the skill of "talking", that's all.
As for what they were discussing... Maybe they were talking about Ryan
Holding the plate in one hand and scratching his head with the other, Ruan Xiangyuan stretched his neck and subconsciously scanned the restaurant. In a corner he was very familiar with, he saw Lei Qie's arrogant red hair. Sitting across from Qie was Sui who was playing with a pear. Ruan Xiangyuan looked at it for a while, and even had the illusion that the stupid master seemed to be looking over here...
His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly remembered that Lei Qie had never had the habit of looking around while eating, and Ruan Xiangyuan suddenly felt that his stupid behavior like a little boy secretly in love with a goddess... was really crazy.
Rolling his eyes and drooping his shoulders, Ruan Xiangyuan yelled nonsense such as "the boiling water is coming" and squeezed out with a plate. As soon as he got out of the crowd, he saw the restaurant door being pushed open. Hey, the one who walked in from outside the restaurant was none other than Hawkeye, who had just glanced at it a few hours ago. This guy is the only man Ruan Xiangyuan has met since he was so old that wearing a blindfold does not affect his own charm.
Hawkeye followed, of course, Ryan.
Hawkeye rolled his eyelids, and the obvious pause showed that he also saw Ruan Xiangyuan who was holding a plate like a telegraph pole in the middle of the restaurant aisle—the latter thought that it was probably the man with the mole with one tear who thought he looked familiar, But he still couldn't remember where he saw him. As if to prove Ruan Xiangyuan's thoughts, Hawkeye pointed at him very impolitely, then turned his head and said something to Ryan behind him. Ryan nodded, because Ruan Xiangyuan couldn't see whether he was talking because he was blocked, but after he shook his head, Hawkeye gave the black-haired young man another corner of his eye, and he never looked this way again
.
Obviously, this is the rhythm in which the beautiful woman is in front and the passers-by are all out of the way.
When Ryan held Hawkeye's hand and limped towards the restaurant, the voices in the restaurant instantly became quieter. In the beginning, a few prisoners stared at this beautiful young man like a fairy like crazy. Look, the increasingly weird atmosphere caused more and more people to stare at Ryan—at this moment, there was still a white bandage on the boy's calf, and the bandage seemed to merge into one thing with his beautiful complexion , at least, judging from the rhythm of most prisoners staring at the exposed white skin and never turning their eyes away, this has a bloody sense of holiness. The prisoners were entangled in an irresistible temptation.
Ruan Xiangyuan suddenly remembered the "absolute domain" that nerds said. The so-called "absolute domain" refers to the small piece of exposed thigh skin below the skirt and above the knee socks when girls wear miniskirts and knee socks. That small space is usually considered by nerds to be that small half-covered area that is sacred and inviolable. It symbolizes purity, seduction and all the best compliments in the world. ()
Obviously, at this time, for the rough guys in the Absolute Wing Pavilion, they have probably found their own new "absolute domain" in Ryan.
However, at the scene, there were obviously three men whose performances were enough to show that their souls seemed to be absent from the scene. These three men were Sui who was buried in eating, Lei Qie who was staring out the window with his chin on one hand, and—
"Take it."
A low and hoarse voice came from behind Ruan Xiangyuan, and then a hand stretched out from behind him carrying something, and when it was hanging above his plate, the plate in his hand sank suddenly. Ruan Xiangyuan looked down, it was soybean milk, Bread, another steak.
Ruan Xiangyuan: "?"
And the gray-haired man who threw the food on his dinner plate irresponsibly stepped forward, glanced at Ruan Xiangyuan's wrist holding the dinner plate obediently, and then very naturally, relying on He was tall enough, so he put his hand on the head of the black-haired young man and patted it, but his eyes kept turning to find a satisfying vacant seat in the restaurant—
Sleeping God: "Don't be in a daze, rookie
. "
Ruan Xiangyuan: "My name is Ruan Xiangyuan."
Sleeping God: "Oh."
Ruan Xiangyuan: "What's your name?"
"Anything..." the gray-haired man answered perfunctorily, and when he finally saw an empty seat in a certain corner, his eyes lit up, and the head placed on Ruan Xiangyuan's portrait was like controlling a steering wheel, and he forcibly grabbed his head in that direction. Twist, "Let's go."
Those eyes with only vacant eyes passed directly from the angel Ryan and the high-level Hawkeye, as if they were just air that didn't exist.
Ruan Xiangyuan: "..."
The seat chosen by Sleeping God is really a good one. If it weren't for the fact that this guy is completely absent-minded, Ruan Xiangyuan would almost think that he did it on purpose—really, if he sat in that corner, he wouldn't even need to move his eyelids. From the corner of the eye, you can clearly see the almost zero distance between only one table and two aisles... At this moment, the profile of Mr. Leiqie, who is still in a daze, still looks very perfect.
But Sleepy God obviously didn't think about whether his cellmate could withstand this stimulation, so he led Ruan Xiangyuan to the good place he had chosen, and changed the subject while walking: "What did you call me before?"
Ruan Xiangyuan said honestly, "God of sleep."
Sleepy God stopped, turned around, and when Ruan Xiangyuan thought he was about to put the whole plate that was easily held by the other hand on his face, this guy actually nodded and said thoughtfully: " All right, call it that."
Ruan Xiangyuan: "..."
Sleeping God continued to put his hand on Ruan Xiangyuan's head, and pushed him forward like a robot: "Go."
Ruan Xiangyuan: "... I can't eat so much of these later foods."
"Don't feel so good about yourself," replied Sleepy with an emotionless glance, "You old god."
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So, Ruan Xiangyuan, who always thought "how can I turn around the earth without the earth", was finally exposed by a "righteous new friend" who didn't even know his name for less than three hours after living for so many years. It was rated as "feeling good about myself"...
Ruan Xiangyuan felt very embarrassed
.
He figured he'd need to give each of his roommates a wholesale gift of The Art of Communicative Language at Christmas, and he'd presumably send Ryan and Sleepy a hardcover each—and could give away At the time, he solemnly attached a message to these two unearthly killers. Before the two of them memorized the book, he, Ruan, as a cellmate of these two uncles, might not be able to do it for the time being. Have fun with them (… ).
Controlled by the God of Sleep all the way, he honestly sat down in the corner on the right back of a table two aisles away from Lei Qie, and the black-haired young man who walked into the range of the stupid master's aura lost his ability to think independently, so he sat down After coming down, his first action was to drink down the soy milk for dinner of the only elderly person in the cell in a frenzied zombie state under the stares of his fellow prisoner who was extremely disapproving. upside down.
After drinking, he looked at the bottle, and said to the pair of gray pupils staring at him expressionlessly, "Sorry."
"So sincere." The gray-haired man did his best to "taunt" without any emotion.
In the world, there is probably only one person who can keep pace with him, and that person, at this moment, is sitting in front of him on the right, separated by a table and two aisles, the one with red hair.
When Ruan Xiangyuan lowered his head and ate the steak absently, he didn't know that Lei Qie was also having a daily conversation with Sui in a voice that no one else could really hear, and the center of the conversation was their table—
Moreover, at the first second when Ruan Xiangyuan put the dinner plate on the table behind him, Mr. Lei Qie withdrew his wandering eyes as if he had eyes behind him, picked up the spoon that was casually thrown on the dinner plate, and knocked on it. Knocked on Sui's food bowl on the opposite side: "Hello."
Sui didn't raise his head: "There's a fart."
Lei Qie: "The information about that white bird will be sorted out and brought to me tomorrow."
Sui finally raised his head.
There was a meaningful expression on his face: "I seem to have heard the phrase 'I'm not interested in the ants at the bottom'. It didn't take more than thirty minutes before and after."
Rachel: "Really? Who said that?"
Sui: "... Rachel
. "
Rachel: "What?"
Sui: "You can die with some face?"
"I want information." The red-haired man went straight to the point, with a bad temper like he was too lazy to talk nonsense with you.
"Give me a reason first," Sui muttered, lowering his head to pick up the leftover food on the plate, "I'm not your subordinate, figure it out, don't see everyone as if you see someone who can be manipulated, there are information, but You have to tell me why you want it."
"..." Lei Qie was silent for a while, and rolled his eyes, "I'm interested," he said in a deep voice, "At that moment, I saw that he seemed to want to do something to your senior management. Such a person, It's strange to stay on the first floor of Building No. 3 for a long time."
Unexpectedly, the other party would casually put all the reasons in a big circle around himself, the questioner, Sui was taken aback, raised his eyelids and glanced at Lei Qie, and said helplessly: "Why did we always think that your IQ is not at the level before?" superior?"
Obviously smart enough to fly, but also very cunning.
"That's because you're stupid," the red-haired man who didn't know how to write the word "implicit" said blankly, "Isn't it normal people who are neurotics are neurotics? I understand you completely—and, the information, I will explain it to you later." To see."
"If you have the ability to ask yourself."
This time, Lei Qie actually stopped talking. He turned his head and muttered something awkwardly, which was very vague, causing the king in Building No. 1 to raise his head subconsciously, squinted his eyes slightly and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said," the red-haired man took a deep breath, embarrassment flashed in his blue eyes, "the black-haired brat next to him looked at me a little strangely—it was so scary, so I didn't want to go there. "
"… … … … … …seriously?"
"Looks like I'm joking?"
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·u8 novel