"What a pity." Ma Xiao said.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him. Ma Xiao should be the worst food and clothing among the people in the dormitory. The things on Tang Li and Li Zirui's bed were all new, but Ma Xiao brought the old one from home. The T-shirt on her body was also very old, and the collar was a little off-line.

Although he did not throw away the clothes that Lu Haobo touched, he would never wear them anymore.

When he looked at Ma Xiao, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"Give you this dress," said Jiang Kuo.

"Ah?" Ma Xiao looked at him.

"I didn't like it when I bought it, so I just took it," Jiang Kuo said while thinking about whether this was appropriate or not. And then he thought that he would go to yours. Who cares if he was tired? "I can't wear it after washing it, so why don't you give it to you."

Ma Xiao was silent.

If the relationship in this dormitory is awkward, it is even better to be awkward than to be tired.

A few seconds later, Ma Xiao nodded: "Thank you."

Because Ma Xiao gave the clothes to Ma Xiao, he didn't have to think about washing them anymore. Ma Xiao quickly threw the clothes into the basin, and it was washed and hung on in a short while.

Jiang Kuo stretched happily and rubbed his sun acupoint.

"Great man, I have clothes I don't wear," said Li Zirui, "It's great to have you."

"At least you can reduce the weight." Jiang Kuo said, "How about I give you two pieces and you can put them in a combination."

Li Zirui smiled and patted his stomach: "I will probably lose a lot of weight when I fight with the one who is having sex every day."

"Don't!" Tang Li was startled and grabbed his arm, "Calm down, roommates."

Jiang Kuo chatted with Da Cannon boredly in front of the table for a few words, then went to take a shower, then pulled Xiaobo quilt off from the bed and hugged him: "I'll go to 107 and calm down all night."

"Go to the hero's dormitory?" Li Zirui said.

"If you want to call him a name, do you call him 107%?" Jiang Kuo said, opening the cabinet and taking out an eye mask.

"Why don't you sleep in our room?" Li Zirui asked.

"I got burned again, my whole body hurts. It's too hot and uncomfortable," said Jiang Kuo. "107 has air conditioning."

"Oh," Li Zirui nodded, "Yes, it's more comfortable, Hero is a good person."

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything and went out with the quilt in his arms.

Duan Feifan made three thousand yuan and gained a reputation as a good person. This business is done, and both fame and fortune are gained.

The people in 107 have finished eating spicy hot pot and are now lying in the dormitory to play games.

Duan Feifan was on the bed, Dong Kun and Ding Zhe each had a recliner.

Seeing Jiang Kuo coming in with a quilt in his arms, Dong Kun and Ding Zhe both stood up.

"You guys play first," Jiang Kuo looked around. There was no place to stay in the house. "I'll come again later."

"It's okay, it's okay," Ding Zhe said as he walked out, "You lie down, we have some tricks."

Jiang Kuo was not polite either. He poured the quilt in his arms and pulled it a little while, but he didn't care whether it was not covered. He has not stopped until now. He felt very tired now. When he lay down like this, he suddenly felt a soreness on his back.

It seemed that it was not Lu Haobo who was beaten just now but him.

"I'm going to die and stand there and stop moving!" Duan Feifan cursed on the bed with his cell phone.

"Let's die first," said Dong Kun, "the wealthy father has packed it up first."

Jiang Kuo waved his hand, too lazy to say anything.

Ding Zhe quickly returned to the dormitory. Jiang Kuo opened his eyes a crack and was surprised to find that he was carrying a recliner in his hand.

"Don't I know where there is a warehouse?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Uncle Zhao took it," said Ding Zhe, "Just sleep with that one. That one was bought by Feifan for huge sums of money, and it was the most comfortable."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo closed his eyes.

It’s better to have air conditioning. As long as the temperature is right when he sleeps, no sound or light is affected. Duan Feifan and others are not very active when playing games, so they just occasionally say a few words.

He fell asleep shortly after a while.

"I'm back to the dormitory," Dong Kun yawned, "I'm so annoyed for class tomorrow morning."

"How about you go to military training," Duan Feifan said.

"You asked for it yourself," Ding Zhe put on a blanket, "I said I don't have to go, I have to suffer. If you feel bored, it's great if you go to the classroom to chat with us."

"Come on," Duan Feifan said, "Then I'll go to military training."

"Let's go." Dong Kun patted Ding Zhe.

"The wealthy father won't be frozen, right?" Ding Zhe glanced at Jiang Kuo, who was sleeping like he was confused. "This air conditioner in this room is really awesome. I feel that it's not going to rain or snow outside."

"Are you going to get out?" Dong Kun asked.

"I've hit a few thunders," Duan Feifan got out of bed. "God may feel embarrassed to put this little movement."

"Let's go." Ding Zhe and Dong Kun yawned Lian Tiandi out of the dormitory.

A stream of thunder came from outside, and a bolt of lightning came.

Duan Feifan walked to the window and looked out. There were lightning lightnings that were silent in the distance, one after another, and then connected into pieces.

It seems that it should be about to cool down next time. After a few rains, Jiang Kuo may be looking for heating all over the world again in a month.

I don’t know how long it will take to hold the rain today, and the thunder is not very exciting.

Duan Feifan yawned, spread his arms and stretched.

When I stretched my waist halfway, a thunder suddenly sounded, as if it was blowing up above my head.

Duan Feifan was startled and his arm suddenly pulled back, feeling that he had a sudden breakdown.

"Fuck." He turned around.

Behind him was a man.

His face is pale.

The eyes were empty.

When lightning flashed, it became even whiter.

Although he had already realized that this was Jiang Kuo while being frightened, he still couldn't help it.

"Ah!" he shouted, and this time really scared him.

After two seconds, Jiang Kuo seemed to come back to his senses, jumped on the spot, and shouted: "Your uncle!"

"Your uncle!" Duan Feifan looked at him, "Can you make some noise when you get up? Who do you want to scare to death here?"

"Is it thundering?" Jiang Kuo recovered and asked, "I woke up in fear."

Duan Feifan discovered that this person had a very magical thing, that is, he could ignore the other person's words and emotions at any time and anywhere. As long as he wanted to say the next sentence, no matter what the previous sentence was, he would just pinch it to you.

Duan Feifan was halfway through the fire and he was knocked back.

"Is it going to rain?" Jiang Kuo walked to the window excitedly.

"Yes." Duan Feifan glanced out the window.

"There is no need for military training tomorrow, right?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Why?" Duan Feifan said, "You can also sing a song in the auditorium for a day if it rains, and you won't want to train military training?"

Jiang Kuo looked back at him.

"If you don't want to do military training, just ask for leave. What about fever?" Duan Feifan sat on another recliner.

"I fainted on the first day of military training and asked for leave the next day," Jiang Kuo said, "Do I want to be faced?"

"What are you going to do with such face?" Duan Feifan smiled, "If I can't hold on tomorrow, I'll faint again..."

"Not to it," Jiang Kuo picked up the thermometer on the table and pressed it on his forehead. "I feel it's OK now."

"How many?" Duan Feifan asked.

"37.8," said Jiang Kuo, "it began to retreat."

"Very optimistic." Duan Feifan took a piece of clothes to take a shower.

After taking a shower and washing up, I thought Jiang Kuo should have fallen asleep.

When he came out, he saw Jiang Kuo leaning on the recliner with his arms and eyes open.

"Don't sleep anymore?" He turned off the lights in the house, climbed onto his bed, stretched comfortably.

"It scares you." Jiang Kuo said.

"Get some face," Duan Feifan said, "I made a thunder scare and shivered. When you turn around, you tremble again. I haven't finished scolding."

"Is it raining?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifan closed his eyes, "Stop talking."

He can't sleep at this time, so he has to wait three or four o'clock. If Dong Kun and Ding Zhe were here, they could chat until midnight.
To be continued...