Mo Yan took a taxi back to school.

The rain that fell on the ground last night had almost dried up. In addition to the countless fallen leaves and petals that were scraped, it showed that it had indeed experienced a storm.

Nothing else remains.

When I was passing by the playground with my bag on my back, I found that the playground was full of people and the banners in front of the stage were already hung.

It's noisy like a market.

He turned on his phone and looked at the news of the group. This afternoon, the military training report performance was really the last day of military training.

So fast.

...

He did not follow the crowd to the playground, but went directly to the dormitory building.

On the way back, I had already called my family. The house next to the school had already been down before he started school in case of emergency needs. Isn't this just used it?

He also had someone renovated the house, so he just needed to pack up the things he brought to school and take them away.

There is nothing to add.

The school’s day students’ documents were also quickly completed.

It's not bad, two weeks are enough for the first time staying in the dormitory.

...

When he returned to the dormitory, there were only two people there, and Hou Yueze didn't know what to do.

"Brother Yan, where did you go last night?" Feng Jing saw that he was back and hurried over, a little worried.

Mo Yan didn't say anything, looked down at his wrist, which was much less swelling than last night.

"fine."

"Brother Yan, don't do this. The things that happened last night have passed. Don't take them to heart. I'm fine and I'm fine at all. My hands are almost ready, look."

Feng Jing didn't take what happened last night to heart, and I don't know why Xie Yuyang's emotions fluctuated so much.

“…”

Don’t you take it to heart? Mo Yan sneered in his heart. He even remembered what happened a few years ago. It is too difficult for him to keep it in mind if he never forgets people.

He is really a very sensitive person.

This has always been the case since childhood.

"Feel sorry."

Mo Yan expressed his apology, took out his suitcase and started to pack up his things.

Feng Jing was a little helpless. What was going on? Do you want to move out?

He quickly gave Xie Yuyang a wink, what should I do about this?

Xie Yuyang was sitting next to the table reading a book. When he saw Feng Jing winking, he narrowed his eyes, pushed his glasses on his nose, and gently turned the book on the table.

"Mo Yan, what I said last night is indeed too much. I apologize to you, I'm sorry."

Mo Yan paused his hands when he packed things, looked at his already tidied clothes, and the corners of his mouth were indescribable.

"No need, you have nothing to apologize for, you are right." He didn't care about his apology.

"Does it take this humble to tell the truth these days?" No need.

I have already said it, what's the use of apology?

Just as he did cause harm to Feng Jing, he was not wrong.

If you have a bad mentality, it is more likely to cause psychological trauma and may be permanent damage.

Feng Jing is just a big heart, but it doesn’t mean he is also a big heart and doesn’t care.

“…”

The dormitory became quiet again.

Feng Jing patted his stomach and laughed a few times, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Don't do this or not. At least we have to live together for four years. It's all small matters. Just say it, don't take it too seriously."

Mo Yan has packed up the things he can take away.

The beds on the bed were rolled up.

"I'm not in this way to your eyes." Mo Yan stood up and said.

"Brother Yan, do you really want to move out?" Feng Jing said carefully. He found that his harmony was useless.

"Yes." He always said it and would not regret it.

"The house has been found. If you have time, you can go over and play." Mo Yan put on his bag, looked at his empty bed, and pushed his suitcase out.

He called Liu Yangtong.

"I'll pack up and pick me up, 8415 on the 4th floor."

"Wait until now, go up." Liu Yangtong got out of the car, lifted her hair, looked up at the dormitory building, and then walked in quickly.

...Damn it! Why there is no elevator?!

...

Feng Jing stood at the door and looked at him.

"Brother Yan..." Why did things have reached this point? He knew that Mo Yan was not such a revenge person.

"Call me if you have something to do, don't blame yourself. It's not your reason," Mo Yan pointed to his eyes. "It's its problem. I'm not suitable to live in the dormitory."

Feng Jing suddenly realized, and he said, Mo Yan is not such a stingy person.

“Is it serious?”

"Is it serious? How is it serious?" Mo Yan looked out the window and pursed his lips, "It's okay, don't worry."

...

Xie Yuyang also walked out: "Don't you say hello to Hou Yueze anymore?"

Mo Yan turned around and looked at him: "Xie Yuyang, how are I doing? You never need to point fingers."

Then he said to Feng Jing: "I invite you out for a meal another day, which is an apology."

Feng Jing looked at the two sides' disagreement.

But he still responded.

Mo Yan pushed his sunglasses and pulled the suitcase over: "By the way, Xie Yuyang, I advise you, you'd better not think about the idea of ​​Lu Yi. If you really touch him, you should know what kind of temper I have. Don't wait for him to take action, you may die in my hands."

The dormitory door was open, and the light on the sun shone in the dormitory. Xie Yuyang laughed softly with his light on his back, took off the glasses on his face, but he couldn't see the expression clearly.

"How did you think I would want to touch him?"

"Of course it's best if there is no, and if so... I can't guarantee that I will do anything." Mo Yan lowered his head and glanced at him, then turned his wrist, and the warning was very serious.

...

"Xiao Yanyan, what kind of shit dormitory are you guys?"

"Why don't you even have an elevator?"

"But I'm so tired! Do you know how much money I can make in one hour? How many people are rushing to make an appointment? You even let me be a laborer?!"

Before Liu Yangtong could walk to the door of their dormitory, she heard his voice from the corridor.

Mo Yan couldn't help but rub his temples. It would be great if this person could say less.

"Hello you guys, my little Yanyan has caused you trouble, right? I'll say sorry to you for him! Don't take it to heart, he's the master of trouble." Liu Yangtong looked at the few people at the door of the dormitory and immediately went over and said a few words.

Mo Yan threw his bedding directly into his arms.

"Noisy, shut up, leave."

Drag the suitcase down by yourself.

Liu Yangtong looked at his expensive suit and asked him to throw it onto the bedding. She smiled awkwardly at the few people: "Sorry... I'm leaving."

Mo Yan, I want to kill you!

Then he followed Mo Yan downstairs.

...

When I came, I left like this, and I left nothing.

Feng Jing looked at Xie Yuyang with a vague look on his face, and felt that he could not see through the provincial top scorer at all.

When did Lu Yi and Xie Yuyang get involved with Lu Yi? Will Mo Yan warn him like this?

Sure enough, everyone is not as simple as they appear.

...

"Hey hey, Xiao Yanyan, wait for me! Do you know how heavy it is?" Liu Yangtong never stopped from behind.
To be continued...