Cheng Fei cleaned his room carefully and packed the suitcase's clothes in the wardrobe one by one.

The suit with an unknown owner was kept most carefully. It was specially put into a dust bag, stuffed with several bags of desiccant, and hung in the most spacious compartment of the wardrobe. He had checked the information about this suit on the Internet, and the brand was known as gorgeous. It is known that the materials used in previous styles were extremely luxurious, and inlays with diamonds and jade were the norm. However, this set follows a minimalist, low-key luxury route. There are only a few pieces in the world, and there is only one buyer in China.

Cheng Fei searched for a long time but couldn't find the buyer's information. He could only guess based on a vague impression that the owner was not very old, maybe a young master from a rich family. Because the buyer was wearing a suit with a pair of white sneakers, and the uppers seemed to have some flowers. The green stains are obviously not what a mature man should wear for a dinner party.

He cleaned up very late. Shao Tingfeng had already watched one live broadcast after another, and wandered far away from the door several times, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Cheng Fei asked doubtfully: "Can you see me if you have anything?"

Shao Tingfeng's eyes moved slowly, implicitly passing in the direction of the kitchen, and then slowly turned back.

However, this hint was too tactful, and Cheng Fei didn't get the essence at all. He thought he was making too much noise and had disturbed him, so he apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I will keep my voice down."

As he spoke, he continued to sort things out, and his movements turned out to be even more subtle.

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

He slowly looked at the empty dining table and then at the busy figure of his new roommate, his eyes gradually filled with a faint resentment.

After a while, after confirming that there would be no "delicious dinner" or "delicious midnight snack", he slowly opened the refrigerator door, skillfully picked out a bucket of Laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles, boiled water, and made instant noodles.

The dormitory was soon filled with a delicious, sour and spicy smell.

Cheng Fei hadn't eaten anything today. Although the smell of Laotan pickled cabbage and beef was full of industrial cheapness, it arbitrarily awakened the gluttons in people's stomachs.

Cheng Fei put down his things and walked out hungrily. He met Shao Tingfeng who was slurping instant noodles at the dinner table and was accusing him with a look of indigestion.

...Oops, I forgot to make dinner for the aborigines!

Cheng Fei quickly rolled up his sleeves: "I'll do it right away! What do you want to eat?"

Shao Tingfeng lowered his eyes and deliberately sucked the noodles hard, making a sound as loud as a piglet sucking food.

Cheng Fei: "..."

Okay, I know you're angry, so I'll do it. Can't I do it quickly?

He quickly walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to see what ingredients there were. It turned out that it was full of happy fat water and junk food, spicy sticks, biscuits, bread, ham... and a mess of cans - he was extremely suspicious of these cans. It's for pets because the packaging has images of cats and dogs printed on it.

Cheng Fei took a deep breath, took out the slices of cheese, ham, and dry bread that were about to expire, and started working in the kitchen. The materials were limited, and his roommate was eager to feed him, so he could only choose the quickest dishes to make.

Cut the dry bread into two, grind some spices and rub it on the inside, stuff it with fried ham and cheese slices, sprinkle with white sesame seeds and put it in the oven. Grill it at 200 degrees, and the cheese slices will overflow the bread body, exuding a rich flavor. The smell of milk. Five minutes later, Cheng Fei took the hot sandwich out of the oven.

Shao Tingfeng had already been waiting silently when the smell of bread began to spread. When he saw him carrying it this way, he silently immersed himself in drinking the soup.

After just one sip, the instant noodle bucket was taken away.

"You can't drink soup. It's high in oil and salt and it's not good for your health."

Cheng Fei pushed the square and bulging bread in front of him, then cut the bread diagonally with a table knife and divided it into two. Milky yellow cheese syrup flowed out from the cut and dripped on the white dinner plate.

It exuded bursts of rich and alluring milk aroma; he lifted it with a table knife again, revealing the ham meat sandwich inside. Because it had been grilled, the thick pink meat slices had a thin layer of golden burn.

"Potato sandwich." Cheng Fei introduced with a smile, "There is no Manchu and Han banquet for the time being, which is a grievance for my juniors."

Shao Tingfeng lazily raised his eyelids and reservedly took a look at the sandwich, which was huge and the size of a child's face. He seemed not to be satisfied with this simple dinner.

"Still making do."

But that's not the case when it comes to eating. It's obvious that a big bucket of Laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles has been stuffed into his stomach, but Shao Tingfeng actually finished the sandwich that was still burning in half a minute. It's quite elegant when he eats it.

But it can't withstand the speed of the wind and the remaining clouds.

After he finished his own, he looked straight over, as if he wanted to ask for the sandwich in Cheng Fei's hand. However, Cheng Fei was also hungry and said decisively: "Mine."

After saying that, he deliberately took a big bite.

Shao Tingfeng: "..."

Although he had no expression, he somehow looked like a dog whose ears drooped because he couldn't chew any meat bones.

Shao Tingfeng sat for a while longer, until Cheng Fei finished his meal and seemed to have no more snacks. He sighed almost inaudibly. Seeing that there was still some cheese syrup dripping on the plate, he stretched out a finger to dip it in

eat.

The poor appearance was unbearable, but unfortunately Cheng Fei, a hard-hearted cook, had no intention of giving him extra food. When he saw him raising his hips to leave, Shi Shiran reminded him: "You have to wash your own bowl."

Shao Tingfeng paused and looked at the smooth dinner plate hesitantly.

Cheng Fei said confidently: "People who cook don't wash dishes. Haven't you heard this common sense?"

Confusion appeared in Shao Tingfeng's eyes. After a while, he sighed softly, picked up all the dishes on the table, including Cheng Fei's leftovers, and put them into the sink. He fumbled for a long time to determine which bottle was the dishwasher.

After using the detergent, squeeze it all out and then turn on the water.

By the time Cheng Fei reacted, the foam in the sink had already flooded the sink, and his roommate was washing dishes in the bubbles with an innocent look on his face.

Cheng Fei's eyes widened: "Have you never washed it?"

"Um."

Shao Tingfeng rubbed his hands a few more times, and there was a hint of helplessness in his narrow Danfeng eyes.

"Haha." Cheng Fei crossed his arms and said very coldly, "It doesn't matter. It's understandable that it's a bit unfamiliar the first time. Just wash it a few more times and it'll be fine."

Both scumbags and giant babies are used to this. He is not stupid.

"…………"

Half an hour later, Shao Tingfeng walked out of the bathroom after washing himself again, took out two pieces of paper from the study and handed them to Cheng Fei.

Cheng Fei was confused. He took it and took a look. One was the "18th-level illustration professional course schedule" and the other was the "18th-level illustration class address book."

He first looked at the course schedule, and there were four sessions of "Human Drawing" tomorrow morning. Then he quickly browsed the list in the address book. There were only fifteen people in the entire illustration class, and their student numbers all started with 2018. Only his own name started with 2015.

"Lao Meng Xin" was ranked last.

However, when I looked up, I saw the words "Shao Tingfeng".

Cheng Fei laughed dryly and said, "Junior Shao, it turns out we are in the same class."

Shao Tingfeng was taking out spicy strips and fat house water from the refrigerator, and said in a cool voice: "Don't call me junior in the future."

He held snacks in one hand and pocket with the other, turned around and walked away indifferently. His tall and slender body was already taller than many adult men, but his face still had the unique luster of a young boy.

It was obvious that his steps were not very big, but he took them with an air of disbelief.

Cheng Fei pointed his middle finger at his back and hummed: "I'll just call you junior fellow student. Why are you such a brat like this when you're still young..."

Shao Tingfeng had excellent hearing. His ears moved, but there was still no reaction. He continued to walk into the study room without acknowledging his relatives, turned on the computer, and ate potato chips while watching the live broadcast. He drank yogurt from time to time, and died happily.

House.

Cheng Fei went to take a bath. He originally wanted to come out wearing only a bath towel, but the hickeys left that night were still mottled on his body. The skin of this body was white, and every trace was very obvious, so Cheng Fei had to put it on

Pack it up as tightly as possible.

When passing by the study room, I saw that Shao Tingfeng was still watching the live broadcast.

The beautiful woman on the screen was exposing her breasts and legs, cooing and posing, which was outrageously vulgar. But the roommate’s eyes were glued to the screen, as if she was a fairy descended from heaven.

Cheng Fei: "..."

You’ve all studied art, can’t this aesthetic be more normal? The beauty is turned on until the background is distorted into an alien space!

Cheng Fei couldn't bear to look at it and reminded: "There are still classes tomorrow, don't watch it too late."

Shao Tingfeng whispered "Oh" and his eyes fell on him.

Although Cheng Fei tried hard to wrap it up, the bathrobe was too big and he was too thin, so a piece of skin on his neck was inevitably exposed. The bright light in the study even illuminated the scattered red spots on it.

The overly obvious traces made the dumb Shao Tingfeng suddenly cough violently as if he was choking on water.

Cheng Fei had been feeling guilty, but when he saw that his expression seemed to be frightened, he immediately explained without any explanation: "Ahem, there are a lot of mosquitoes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Who else except an innocent primary school student would be so blind as to mistake a hickey for a mosquito bite? He might as well not explain it!

Unexpectedly, after Shao Tingfeng stopped coughing and was silent for two seconds, he believed his lies. He nodded slightly and pointed to the chest of drawers in the living room: "Medicine box."

Cheng Fei didn't have the nerve to linger. He picked up the collar of his bathrobe and wiped the water drops on his ears, then said "I'm asleep" and quickly walked back to the room.

The fresh fragrance of shower gel and shampoo gradually faded away, and Shao Tingfeng's fingers froze in the air for a long time before he put them down. The man thought he had covered up well, but he didn't know that the looming butterfly bones on his back still had red marks that had not faded.

Let them bloom under his gaze.

Slowly looking away, Classmate Shao's expression was completely blank and remained calm.

A pair of ears, however, quietly turned red.

In the end, not only did the fever not go away because the person left, but the fever became more intense, spreading from the ears to the entire face.

Shao Tingfeng fanned himself with his hands, but found that it had no effect at all, so he could only sit in a chair and daze until his cheeks cooled down.

The beauty on the screen shook her breasts and twisted her buttocks, making waves. Shao Tingfeng stared at her coldly for a while, moved the mouse to the "Report" button, found "Pornography" and "Three Vulgarities" among a lot of options, and submitted it indifferently
Chapter completed!