Chapter 24: Twenty-fourth Night

Wen Lang walked into the dormitory sweating profusely and went straight to the sink to wash his face with cold water.

"You're asking even though you already know the answer. What other kind of relationship could it be?"

Qiu Tingxu:? ? ?

Oh, it turns out to be a touching brotherhood.

Isn’t Wen Lang talking nonsense? If he wasn’t a good brother, would he worry about Xu Yansheng’s safety every day?

Qiu Tingxu pondered secretly.

Xu Yansheng glanced at Wen Lang, and then at Qiu Tingxu who was immersed in his own world.

He frowned, feeling something was wrong.

However, these two people's thinking patterns have always been seriously problematic, and it is not easy for him to understand.

So he stopped moving and continued to read his book quietly.

After a while, Wen Lang's surprised question was heard again.

"Oh my god, school beauty, what's wrong with your right hand? Why is it wrapped like a pig's hoof?"

Xu Yansheng paused for a moment after hearing this, then glanced at Qiu Tingxu quietly.

Qiu Tingxu lowered his head guiltily. He was used to bandaging himself, so he wrapped it very thinly for convenience and it didn't matter how it was wrapped.

When it was Xu Yansheng's turn to change the dressing and bandage, he used too much force and used too much gauze and bandage, causing his originally thin and white wrist to swell up like a pig's trotter.

Kind of funny.

No, it should be so funny that Qiu Tingxu buried his head and shook his shoulders while laughing secretly.

Wen Lang didn't understand why, but rather than laughing along, he put caring for his roommate first.

"Hey, Qiu, what are you laughing at? Is the school beauty's wrist injured? Why is it wrapped like this?"

Qiu Tingxu pointed to the bathroom and said unhappily, "Go and have a look yourself. What the hell is that glass? It's malicious and hurtful."

Wen Lang:? ? ? You make it sound like glass has self-awareness.

Confused, he walked to the bathroom and took a few looks.

Qiu Tingxu had already cleaned the glass on the ground, and he even managed to remove the few fragments embedded in the window.

The wind outside the window was arrogantly sneaking in through the unprotected window and blowing directly into Wen Lang's face.

Not big, but with a strong presence.

"Where did the glass in our bathroom window go?"

Qiu Tingxu rolled his eyes: "Unfortunately, I ran into the wrist of the school beauty this afternoon."

Wen Lang jumped out and glared at Qiu Tingxu as if he had seen a ghost: "Huh?"

There seemed to be a few big words written on his face - What nonsense are you talking about?

So Qiu Tingxu briefly told him about the tragic experience of Xu Yansheng's right wrist.

Wen Lang was very puzzled: "No, it seems that there is no problem to protect the face, but don't you think other parts need to be protected as well?"

Qiu Tingxu seemed to be smart again at this time and understood what he wanted to say in a second.

He stood up, raised his hand, and gave a chestnut to Wen Lang.

"You're the only one with a quick mind, right? What do you think about all day long?"

Wen Lang covered his head and apologized: "Ok ok ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was dirty."

"Didn't I just want to care about Xu Yansheng's trousers?"

Then he shamelessly asked about Xu Yansheng's condition: "School beauty, is your injury serious?"

After listening to their conversation, Xu Yansheng didn't want to pay any attention to him, so he turned around and faced Wen Lang.

Just pretend you didn’t hear it.

Wen Lang touched his nose and was not embarrassed.

It's a boys' dormitory, so it's normal to joke around occasionally.

But since his roommate doesn't like this kind of joke, he just needs to be more careful in the future.

"Ah Qiu, has the school beauty's injury been to the hospital? Will it affect her future life?"

Wen Lang didn't know that Qiu Tingxu's wrist had been injured before. He went out early and came back late, and Qiu Tingxu wore long sleeves in the dormitory all day long.

It is difficult to discover secrets that are deliberately hidden.

Otherwise, he would not have asked Qiu Tingxu this question. After all, the hand that knocked his head just now was Qiu Tingxu's left hand.

Very powerful.

Qiu Tingxu rubbed his knuckles and complained, "Big boy, your skull is really hard."

Wen Lang touched his still numb crown and was speechless, "How can it be not harder? Otherwise, wouldn't it be broken by you in one blow?"

Qiu Tingxu smiled gently: "How could it be, Dad loves you so much, how could he bear to let you die?"

Wen Lang pouted at him and raised his eyebrows to glance at Xu Yansheng.

Qiu Tingxu sighed and pretended that the problem was serious: "Well, I went to see the doctor, and he said that he injured his tendons and veins. It won't affect his life, but he won't be able to play his favorite piano anymore."

Wen Lang was shocked: "Fuck, is it so serious? What should I do?"

Qiu Tingxu lowered his eyebrows and pretended to be serious: "What else can I do? I have to give up the piano."

Wen Lang thought about the pain of giving up basketball and felt extremely sympathetic towards Xu Yansheng.

"Ah...um, Xu Yansheng, don't be sad. If you can't play the piano, you can develop other hobbies..."

Xu Yansheng silently turned a page of the book and ignored him.

Qiu Tingxu lowered his head and shrugged again.

Wen Lang looked at the book in Xu Yansheng's hand, and then looked at the books on his desk.

There was no book about piano, and suddenly I realized it.

I probably realized that Xu Yansheng's injury was not a serious problem.

But he was badly cheated, so he jumped up and was about to hit Qiu Tingxu.

"Well, Qiu Tingxu, you liar, you think I'm lying to you every day, right? I'll twist your head off!"

Qiu Tingxu dodged his attack nimbly and punched him.

The two of them filled this rather deserted dormitory with laughter.

The sound of people threatening each other and calling each other "dad" was endless.

Xu Yansheng didn't even watch them fight, but just didn't turn a page of the book in his hand for a long time.

The air conditioner was working quietly, keeping his body from feeling too hot.

But for some reason, it seemed as if a flame had entered his heart, burning up little by little, and making the blood passing through his heart warm.

I actually felt that the bustle at this moment was not harsh at all.

But I'm not used to this excitement being related to him.

At this time, Qiu Tingxu pushed Wen Lang aside and patted Xu Yansheng's shoulder gently.

Ask him: "Xu Yansheng, Wen Lang is back and he is accompanying you. I will go buy food for us. What do you want to eat?"

Wen Lang shouted after hearing this: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have brought it back to you!"

Qiu Tingxu looked at the mobile phone that Wen Lang had placed on the desk. Its owner had not had time to touch it since he came back.

"Did you bring your cell phone, my dear son?"

Wen Lang was silent, and after a few seconds he suggested, "I'll go and fight you. Xu Yansheng and I aren't that familiar with each other yet, and I'm worried that he'll feel uncomfortable. You should stay and keep him company."

Although he didn't quite understand why Qiu Tingxu was always inseparable from Xu Yansheng, he thought there must be some unexplainable reason.

Just like today when Xu Yansheng was injured, if Qiu Tingxu was not there, it is not certain whether anything big would happen.

Qiu Tingxu was deeply moved. "You are worthy of being my father's good eldest son. It is true that a son is raised for a thousand days and used for a moment. You are a filial son. Dad loves you."

The black lines on Wen Lang's forehead were almost materializing. Just when he was about to give Qiu Tingxu, the bastard, a real punch, Qiu Tingxu rejected him.

"He'll have to get used to being with you. Not only you, but there will be others in the future."

"He will not be my cage, and I will not be his chains."

He looked at Xu Yansheng, who was wearing headphones, with gentle eyes and said softly, "I hope he is safe, but I don't want him to lose his freedom."

"So my dear son, can you help me and quickly conquer this cold-hearted guy and become his good brother?"

Wen Lang was as surprised as if he had seen a ghost: "So you two are good brothers?"

Qiu Tingxu replied as a matter of course: "What else?"

Wen Lang frowned, thinking that this matter was not simple, he pursed his lips and said, "If someone didn't know, they would think you were the school beauty's mother."

The foot of Xu Yansheng's book was wrinkled by being pinched, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he took out his mobile phone and typed on it and handed it to the two of them.

——My injury is my wrist, not my leg. It’s not to the point where I can’t buy food for myself!

——Also, there’s something wrong with your brains. I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up first!

For the first time, Qiu Tingxu and Wen Lang were both awkwardly standing there.

Ah, this seems to be true.

Xu Yansheng is an eighteen-year-old boy, didn't he just injure his wrist? What are they worrying about?

Qiu Tingxu thought about what he had just said and suddenly blushed.

He covered his upper face with his hands, and whispered, "Wen Lang, forget what I just said. What kind of wise words are these? Forget them!"

Wen Lang laughed jokingly, "Yeah? Which one? The one about cages and chains or the one about safety and freedom?"

Qiu Tingxu was so angry that he growled, "Everyone!"

Xu Yansheng typed a few more lines but didn't show them.

The two people who were competing didn't notice it.