"Then I'll just keep refusing. This is the business of both of them. You don't have to participate, and it will make you embarrassed."

"Okay, I get it."

"Tell your friend well, don't be too extreme."

"Did you guess who it is?"

"Um."

How could a person as smart as Hou Ranxi not guess?

Zhou Rui was in a bad mood because of the problem.

He really fucked his fucking.

On the last day of the holiday, he went to school early and returned to the dormitory and was alone.

His roommates are all from the international class, including Li Xiaonan, Yang Ming and Fang Qiao. Fang Qiao is the only one in the dormitory who has a girlfriend and spends most of his time with his girlfriend.

He was not the only one who returned to school one night in advance. After all, the canteen was open that night. Zhou Rui went to the canteen and supermarket to buy some snacks. On the way back, he vaguely saw Zhang Rucheng walking towards the dormitory.

Zhou Rui returned to the dormitory, took out his newly bought tattoo stickers in his suitcase, took a stack of them, and prepared to let Zhang Rucheng choose one by himself.

Holding the tattoo sticker, he chewed the popsicle and went to Zhang Rucheng's dormitory.

Zhang Rucheng has a unique personality and looks gentle, but he has very few friends and lives in a single dormitory.

He walked to the innermost room in the dormitory building and found that the single dormitory building was really deserted and not many people came back early.

Zhou Rui arrived at the door of Zhang Rucheng's dormitory and was about to knock on the door when he heard the sound inside.

"When I gathered to join the group, there were five people on the other side... Well, five people were taken away, so weak." Zhang Rucheng's voice has always been nice, and his speech was even more calm at this time.

After hearing this slutty talk, Zhou Rui couldn't help but look at it and found that Zhang Rucheng seemed to be playing games on a computer.

There was still a bunch of equipment around him, which seemed to be broadcasting live.

Zhou Rui took a step back and suddenly doubted life.

The school’s school god is actually a game anchor?

He hesitated for a while, walked a long way again, deliberately making footsteps, and then knocked on the door: "Harvard Zhang!"

"Uh... someone comes to my dormitory. I'll close the meter first, wait..." Zhang Rucheng said to his teammates in the game, then turned around and looked, "My door is not closed."

Zhou Rui walked into the dormitory and sat next to him naturally: "I'm not in a hurry when you play with yours."

While operating his own game, Zhang Rucheng quickly glanced at the things in Zhou Rui's hand.

Zhou Rui looked at Zhang Rucheng's ID with his chin, then secretly searched the Internet with his mobile phone.

After seeing millions of fans, Zhou Rui secretly put down his phone, still looking calm, but his heart was surging.

When I go back to the dormitory, I will search for any bad stuff in Zhang Rucheng, such as... fucking fans?

After Zhang Rucheng finished the game, he quickly turned off the computer and sorted out his live broadcast equipment: "It's just a game."

"Well, it's a good game. When I teach you the game, you pretend to be a little white and feel uncomfortable, pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?"

Zhang Rucheng still tried hard to answer calmly: "I have never played the ones you taught me."

Zhang Rucheng usually has few friends, and few people come to him.

Moreover, those on the same level as him are from the third year of high school, so he would go to the teaching building to have evening classes at this time, so he didn't care when he came in.

After Zhou Rui came in, he panicked and could only try to pretend that he was indifferent.

"You choose one of my newly bought tattoo stickers and I'll put them on it for you." Zhou Rui said as he reached out to pinch Zhang Rucheng's arm, "Your thin arm can probably be applied in a circle, but I will miss one piece."

Zhang Rucheng took a few pictures and looked at them, and asked, "Is there anything else that posted?"

"Oh, I just don't want others to see it? Is it slutty? Where do you want to stick to it? Ass? Can you be comfortable if I stare at your ass and stick to something?"
Chapter completed!