The street lights here are very bright, and his shadow is cast on the ground. After taking two steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong and turned around suddenly.

A black shadow seemed to be swaying on the rooftop of the administrative building.

The shadow swayed on the edge of the rooftop. Jian Zixing instantly thought that it was Ma Feichen and couldn't think it was him. He was in a daze and suddenly felt that it was Zhongchen.

But Ma Feichen should be guarded by his parents, and Zhongchen... unless this guy can run at the speed of sound, it is impossible for him to arrive at the rooftop in an instant.

Jian Zixing calmed down and looked up again. The black shadow had disappeared. Everything was silent and empty.

Maybe it's an illusion.

...

I ran tightly and jogged, climbed through the window and returned to the dormitory building, and opened the door. There were only Zhang Xi and the loud whistle in the darkness.

Jian Zixing quickly climbed onto the bed and lay down. After two minutes, the door was gently pushed open again. Zhongchen came in like a decent person with normal minds, took out the toothbrush in a low-key manner, and came back a few minutes later and climbed up the ladder.

Jian Zixing judged that he had not been discovered based on his slight movements, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Zhongchen suddenly stopped halfway through the ladder, stood on the ladder, and stopped.

The face was almost close to Jian Zixing's pillow, and the breathing sound was clearly heard.

In the darkness, Jian Zixing heard his hair blowing sounds one by one.

Look at your uncle!

It’s a human or a ghost!

Call the police!

After a century, Jian Zixing could hardly bear it and planned to open his eyes and stare at him. It's amazing to sign up for a dish together.

However, Zhongchen, who seemed to be on the ladder, finally moved.

His movements were no longer so light. He supported the railing with one hand and smashed his body into the bed with a chic style, almost shaking the other one in the bed.

Jian Zixing with his eyes closed: "..."

You, Master.

A few seconds later, a slight breeze blew across my face, as if a feather fell on the pillow, and the edges swept to the earrings, which was a little itchy.

It is a facial tissue with a faint fragrance.

"Wipe the sweat." Zhongchen said with a chuckling in the darkness.

The author has something to say: Why does the keyboard type the egg turn over? Why does it have a white seal on your back shell?

He pulled the egg and replied loudly: There was once a big knife hanging on my eggshell, but I did not surrender as hard.

Touching the eggshell when typing on the keyboard, what happened later?
Chapter completed!