Wang Qiang joked: "Chen Zhipeng, if you want to keep your position in Lin Ke's heart, you must be like Xiaomai, doing evil everywhere and bullying others!"
The dormitory burst into laughter, and everyone said: "Chen Zhipeng, don't forget your brothers when you get mixed up in the future."
These were all jokes in themselves, and I thought they were quite interesting, so I laughed a few times along with everyone. I accidentally looked at Chen Zhipeng and found that he looked thoughtful, and I couldn't help but wonder, could this guy really be planning to do this?
What?
I didn't know what Chen Zhipeng was thinking at the moment, but he always wanted to do something to nip things in the bud, so he said lightly: "I hate gangsters very much. If anyone in our dormitory gets involved, don't blame me."
Heartless and unjust." I said these words at this moment without mentioning names, but everyone's hearts were clear, knowing that I was clearly targeting Chen Zhipeng, and they were speechless.
"No way." Chen Zhipeng smiled: "I still want to study hard."[
I was very satisfied with Chen Zhipeng's answer and hoped that he meant what he said, so I changed the topic and continued to discuss girls' matters.
This topic is a long-lasting topic in the boys’ dormitory.
Little Glasses said regretfully: "Why do girls nowadays like those little gangsters? I don't even dare to curse out my mouth. Could it be that I will never have a wife in my life?"
The little glasses looked up at the ceiling of the dormitory, with a hint of sadness.
"You can't say that." As soon as Wang Qiang spoke, the whole dormitory became quiet, and his appeal was much greater than mine: "Girls are just obsessed with boys who have special characteristics. Either you are very good at fighting, or you are very good at basketball, or
You are very good at the piano, and you always have some skills that are different from others, so that you can attract the attention of girls."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and I looked sideways at Wang Qiang again. This guy spoke clearly and clearly. He was born to look like a leader but was not annoying. It seemed that he was not a fool after all. I should learn more from him in the future.
At this time, Little Glasses interrupted and asked: "What if you are particularly good at studying?"
Everyone fell silent at this sentence, as if it touched a painful point.
I said regretfully: "In No. 1 Middle School, studying well is really not a feature..."