A bolt of lightning pierced the silence of the sky, and heavy rain fell instantly.
"Dismissed." The instructor turned around and shouted to the students who were waiting in the recovery position.
The students took their things and ran away.
I don’t know who said: "Bad luck! What scumbag swears, God can’t stand it!"
"Pfft." Lu Jinbai smiled unkindly, wanting to give him the nickname 'the first person to slap in the face'.
Shen Qinghe almost believed it, really almost!
Jiang Yao froze on the spot, with a rare hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. He took off his hat and put it on her head, and draped the clothes in his hands around her body.
Seeing this, Lu Jinbai took off his coat and put it over his head: "I'm leaving first. You can send Sister Qinghe back."
Before I could even take two steps, the coat on my head was removed.
Looking at the initiator in confusion, Jiang Yao put his coat over his and Shen Qinghe's heads and ran in the rain.
You are noble! You are amazing! Use my coat to keep out the rain!
There is another sad person tonight.
Lu Jinbai shrank his neck and ran in the rain with hatred.
Jiang Yao had no idea how much harm his small move had caused to him.
She stretched out the clothes as much as possible with her arms to ensure that Shen Qinghe could be completely covered. She smiled and shrank into the clothes, and they were already stuck together without realizing it.
It was raining hard, and a layer of white mist was splashing on the square and on the paths.
When the slanting wind blew, rain hit her face, and her vision became blurred. Insecure, she couldn't keep up with his speed, so she fumbled around with her hands, grabbing the corners of his clothes as if grasping a life-saving straw.
The two of them squeezed under their small clothes, walked through the rain, and ran downstairs to the girls' dormitory. They inevitably got wet.
Under the eaves, there were young lovers who had just come back from the rain, saying goodbye in disgust.
Jiang Yao's hair was wet by the rain and lay limp in front of his forehead. He raised his hand to push his hair back, and water drops fell on his shoulders along the hair.
Seeing that she was motionless, a pair of smart peach blossom eyes looked directly at the top of his head. He raised his hand in front of her and shook it: "What are you thinking about?"
After coming back to his senses, Shen Qinghe swatted his hand away. He failed to control the force and used too much force. The sound of the slap attracted the attention of several young couples nearby.
"I was wondering if I should go upstairs to get you some shampoo. You can wash your hair in the rain and still have water money left over." He touched his chin with his hand, considering the feasibility of this matter, and his tone was more serious than ever.
After saying that, he turned around and ran back upstairs, walking in a hurry.
The male compatriots' sympathetic eyes fell on him, and at the same time they hugged their girlfriend tightly in their arms, sighing that their girlfriends are caring and must be cherished.
The boy who had just seen his girlfriend off patted Jiang Yao on the shoulder and opened his umbrella: "Brother, come with me!"
Jiang Yao nodded slightly and refused the kindness: "Thank you, no need, I'll wait for her."
The boy hesitated to speak, his words turned into a sigh, he patted his shoulder, wishing you good luck, brother.
The people gradually dispersed, but a kind-hearted person still couldn't bear to let him get wet and asked: "Your girlfriend hasn't come down yet, why don't you come with me?"
"It's okay, you can leave first."
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Shen Qinghe came down with an umbrella and coat. All the people at the door of the building were gone and it became empty.
As if guided by something, he took two steps forward and caught a glimpse of military green from the corner of his eye.
The light was dim and blurry. He was leaning against the wall with one arm leaning against the wall and playing with his mobile phone with his head down.
The moment she looked over, she raised her head as if she had a feeling in her heart, confirming what she was thinking. Her originally deep eyes were stained with a clear smile, and the corners of her mouth were filled with laughter.
Her heartbeat was flustered for a moment, and she couldn't tell whether it was because he was waiting for her or because he was running down in a hurry.
But she knows.
I'm even sure he understands.
Understand her hard words and soft heart, understand the meaning behind her words, and understand her duplicity.
"Who are you waiting for?" I asked knowingly.
"Wait for the shampoo delivery person."
Shen Qinghe was so angry that he turned around to leave. After hesitating for a moment, he stuffed his clothes and umbrella into his arms and trotted upstairs.
There was a small window on the landing of the second floor. I walked to the window by mistake, and my eyes stayed on the lonely pedestrian.
His figure gradually blended into the heavy rain of the night.
"What are you looking at?"
The sudden sound frightened Shen Qinghe. She took a step back and saw clearly that the person who came was a senior from the same department. She tried to conceal it and said, "It's nothing."
"Let me take a look." He squeezed to the window and looked left and right. "There's nothing!"
Shen Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief and pulled his senior sister up the stairs: "Just take a look at the rainy night."
"Are you looking at a rainy night as if you were looking at your sweetheart? That look is so longing." The senior sister held her arm, seeing her look like that for the first time, she was inevitably a little curious.
Sweetheart?
Shen Qinghe shook his head and patted his inexplicably hot little face.
How is it possible! It is impossible for her to have a crush on her brother who she watched grow up.
"Hey, then why are you going to the third floor to borrow an umbrella?"
Afraid that she would continue to ask, he explained casually: "My friends need it."
When the senior sister saw that she had regained her look of love and affection, she couldn't help but joke: "You are really suitable to be an idol."
"Because he's good-looking? Or he's good at dancing? Or because he's ambitious?" Shen Qinghe was not modest at all.
The senior sister shook her head and said seriously: "Because I have known you for so many years and I have never been in love."
"thank you."
What high-minded reason do you think it is?
The senior's laughter echoed in the stairwell, and when we reached the third floor, the senior waved goodbye.
Shen Qinghe climbed two more floors before reaching his dormitory. As soon as he put his hand on the door handle, the door opened from the inside.
Wen Jingjing met her with an umbrella and handed it to her: "I found the umbrella."
"No, I borrowed it from the senior student downstairs."
I went to the closet to pick out a nightgown and went into the bathroom.
Wen Jingjing still felt that something was fishy. Who could make her look for an umbrella in a panic and in a hurry, and let her, a lazy person, go downstairs to deliver it in person? According to her past style, she would at most throw the umbrella out of the window.
Knocking on the bathroom door: "Who are you giving this umbrella to?"
"classmate."
Something is wrong, very wrong. If it really didn't matter, I would definitely say the person's name.
When Shen Qinghe came out of the shower, Wen Jingjing was still standing at the door, staring at her with squinted eyes.
"Is there something on your face?" Looking in the mirror, there's nothing there.
Pushing Wen Jingjing back to the chair, she turned on the computer for her and poured water: "Sister, if you don't edit your video homework, you won't be able to hand it in tomorrow."
Wen Jingjing let out a cry and threw herself on the computer to catch up on her homework.
Chen Anzhi, who had finished his homework long ago, opened a bag of potato chips and distributed them to others. While eating, he chatted and gossiped: "Taoji hasn't broadcast live for three or four days. Don't you think it's strange?"
"School has just started, let's get busy." Shen Qinghe didn't look away from the computer. She stayed with the new students for too long in the afternoon, and she still had a small piece of homework left to finish.
"She just couldn't ask for a massage when she got to the dormitory, because she was afraid that too many people would see her out." Chen Anzhi took a bite of the potato chip fiercely.
She didn't blame her for her malicious speculation, Taoji often slandered Qinghe like this, and she always felt that only people who did this would think so of others.
"Yeah, right." Gu Xiao looked up from the book, pushed up his glasses, and agreed with her.
Speaking of live broadcasts, Shen Qinghe hasn’t broadcast live for several days, and he is almost running out of materials. With a sudden thought, he picked up the game phone next to him and found the monk temple:
Heye: There are people who take care of the girls whose IDs are " Jiang ". I don't know if anyone is willing to take care of me.
After sending it, put down the phone and finish the homework.
"Ding."
He reached for his phone, picked it up and saw that it was a message from Yinhe, who rarely interacted with them.