Into the enchanting high school by mistake: training camp for handsome men

Chapter 134 Confession: Uemori Daitenjin is not joking [6]

What should I do... I actually let Uemori Daitenjin say something like 'who cares about you', although it seems to others that he is definitely angry at the moment, but it seems to me that it is just arrogance...

"That...Senior Uemori?" I reached out and touched the black door, and put my ear close to it.

"..." What answered me was the usual silence and a soft 'hum'.

= =... What to do, how to treat Tsundere disease.

Regardless of the sulking here or the arrogant Uemori God, the red liquid accumulated under the lower abdomen has burst. If it is not resolved quickly, it will not be solved casually today.

The elevator descends to the second floor, in front of the door of bedroom 2012.

Standing in front of the familiar door, I actually had a feeling of retreating. I retracted my outstretched hand many times, and the key jingled in the palm of my hand.

However, everything is not important, aunt is the most important.

'Kacha' - the door was opened, and a burst of sour smell made my heart skip a beat.

He took off his shoes and hurriedly ran from the corridor into the living room.

'Bang Dang' - The beer on the sofa in the living room falls to the floor with a loud bang.

Hey, hey, isn't it, I've only been away for a day, and such a gorgeous peacock uncle has turned into an old desert ostrich ==...

I took out the handkerchief in my pocket and squeezed away the messy objects on the ground, wiped the beer that spilled on the ground, and stood in front of the silver-haired man who collapsed on the sofa.

Half of his pretty face is covered by silver bangs, and the small dining table in the living room is full of canned beer... = = Even the canned beer is an English brand that I can't touch in my life, you bastard Qi Dinglan, you Is it really decadent rather than playing big names?

How much of this kind of wine did he drink? I glanced at the degree of that wine, and suddenly I couldn't look directly at the bastard's drinking capacity.

"Hey—wake up." I stretched out my hand to push him, but I was grabbed by the wrist. I felt the hairs all over my body stand on end, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"Luo Xiaoyi...you're finally back?" He straightened up slowly, grasping my wrist with both hands, like the expression of a child who hasn't gotten candy for a long time when he sees candy, although... his face is expressionless.

I couldn't see his eyes...but I could fully feel the huge stench coming from him, accompanied by the smell of alcohol.

"Hey, let go." I felt that I also smelled of his wine.

"...Don't." He simply stuck his hands and feet up.

= =... Qi Dinglan, can I spit on you?Take a deep breath... I shouldn't be messing with a drunk jerk.

"Hey..." It's too smelly, and it also smells like my aunt...

"...Luo Xiaoyi, don't go." He paused, seemed to think for a while, and then choked out such a sentence, alas... Why did I suddenly feel so pitiful for him?
I hesitated and stretched out my hand to touch his head: "Hmm - good boy, let's take a shower first."

"...Mmm." The tall figure dragged me for a while before turning around and walking into my room. The sound of water coming from the bathroom made me breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he strode into the room, quickly packed his luggage, put on my little Hushubao, turned his head to look at the half-open door of his room, and lowered his brow...I...shouldn't have stayed...

Almost in the middle of taking a shower, Qi Dinglan heard the loud closing sound of the door. She was startled. It was terribly empty. She rushed into the living room without even putting on a bath towel, but she couldn't see that guy's short... warm figure.

He covered his head, ruffled his wet silver hair, and curled up on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)