Chapter 68 Don't Make a Scene
"Is Cong here? I'm Aunt Wang, the dormitory supervisor downstairs."
A clear, resonant female voice came from outside the door.
It seemed that no one inside the dormitory responded.
The dormitory supervisor outside the door called out again.
Cong Chun paused for a moment, then immediately slipped on his slippers and opened the door for him.
His hair was still wet, and a clean white towel was draped over his head.
Since she didn't have a hairdryer, Cong Chun usually dried her hair thoroughly with a towel and then let it air dry naturally.
Having just taken a shower, Cong Chun was still a little damp, and with his right eyelid swollen, he really looked like a drowned rat.
Cong Chun stepped forward and opened the door, only to find that the middle-aged woman in front of him was someone he had seen downstairs when he was filling out the accommodation information form.
The middle-aged woman's name is Wang Li. She is the dormitory supervisor of their B2 dormitory building. There are two dormitory supervisors in total, and there is another supervisor surnamed Liu. Today is not her shift.
Wang Li sports the trendy short bob that's currently popular among middle-aged women. Her hair is neat and tidy, her eyes aren't big, but her nose is rather simple and honest. She has dimples on her cheeks when she smiles, making her look kind and approachable.
Cong Chun opened the door and first poked his head out, like a detector, to check the situation outside.
"Hello, Auntie, is there anything I can help you with?"
The boy's voice was clear and pleasant, like a gentle rain after a storm, sounding calm and unhurried.
The video call on my phone ended without me even realizing it.
Wang Li, the dormitory supervisor in front of him, spoke earnestly and smiled somewhat shyly.
"Cong, the light in my aunt's room is broken. Could you please come downstairs and help her install a new light bulb?"
"The school's maintenance workers finish get off work early before school starts, and Auntie hasn't finished this student information form yet."
"It's pretty simple, just rotate it up."
Wang Li was also forced to do this; she hadn't finished completing the registration form for new and returning students' accommodation information for this semester, and she had to hand it in to her supervisor tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, the light bulb suddenly broke, and it's really inconvenient without a light.
Wang Li is short, and today there are only two students staying in their building.
She originally planned to find another male classmate who was taller, but when she went to the dormitory, she found that he was not there.
So Wang Li went to find Cong Chun.
Although Cong Chun is not as tall as Duan Mingxiao, he is of average height among boys, but he is a bit thin.
Cong Chun nodded, indicating that he would be happy to help.
The light bulb in the house was broken. Grandpa used to change it, and he's been doing it ever since. Cong Chun has some experience.
So the two of them took the elevator down to the first floor of the dormitory.
Inside the elevator, the overhead light was intense, and Wang Li asked Cong Chun with concern why his eyes were swollen.
Cong Chun's eyelashes trembled slightly, she pursed her lips, and unconsciously started fidgeting with her fingers, leaving red marks on her once fair palm.
"I accidentally fell."
He lied again; Grandma will definitely spank him if she finds out.
Wang Li also has a granddaughter in school, and she felt sorry for Cong Chun when she saw the injuries on his face.
"Be careful when you walk, child."
"Such a beautiful little face, I hope it doesn't have any scars."
Cong Chun thought silently that his eyelids were just swollen and wouldn't leave scars.
Otherwise he would be even uglier.
After a while, Cong Chun arrived at the room where Wang Li, the dormitory supervisor, lived.
Wang Li held the tripod for him and shone a flashlight from below to illuminate Cong Chun's path.
Cong Chun nimbly climbed up and successfully changed the light bulb for the aunt, restoring brightness to the room.
After getting off, Wang Li thanked Cong Chun repeatedly and even slipped two Want Want Rice Crackers into his hand.
Cong Chun received the package and returned to his dormitory with a happy heart.
A moment later, Cong Chun returned to the dormitory entrance.
The dormitory was pitch black, perhaps harboring a ferocious beast waiting to tear Cong Chun to shreds the moment he stepped inside.
Cong Chun was stunned for a moment. He remembered that the dormitory lights were still on when he left.
However, it's also possible that he misremembered, or that he subconsciously turned it off.
Cong Chun, holding a Want Want Rice Cracker in his hand, stepped into the dormitory and was about to raise his right hand to touch the light switch on the wall.
His nose was very sensitive. The next second, a familiar scent swept past Cong Chun's nose. It was the cold and domineering scent of cedar, which rushed towards him and filled his entire body without warning.
This was like a silent declaration to Cong Chun.
From the unseen darkness, like an endless abyss, emerged a hand with distinct knuckles and prominent veins on the back, appearing extremely strong and powerful.
He grabbed Cong Chun's arm and pulled him in without hesitation, instantly embracing him tightly.
Cong Chun was about to retaliate instinctively, but when he realized it was someone he knew, he stopped.
In the darkness, Cong Chun's body was completely enveloped by the intense heat of his body, leaving no gaps. There was a stillness, and the only sound was the intertwining of their breaths at each other's necks.
When Chun tried to look up, her head was buried tightly in the boy's chest.
But it was too close, too tight, and Cong Chun couldn't help but struggle for a moment.
A deep male voice entered my ears, like being immersed in ice water, accompanied by a powerful slap on my buttocks with a large hand.
Cong Chun's entire body was stiff; how could he hit himself...?
"Where else do you think you can run to?"
Cong Chun wrapped her arms around the boy in front of her.
She patted his back reassuringly; when he was little, his grandmother would always comfort him like this when he couldn't sleep.
Seemingly sensing that the boy in front of her was unhappy, Cong Chun comforted him.
You can feel the increasingly muscular back muscles on the boy's back, poised to unleash their power, in your palm.
"Young master, don't worry about me."
"I came by bus, not by running."
Cong Chun always speaks so lightly that it's impossible for anyone to get angry.
Duan Mingxiao knew from the beginning that Cong Chun, that idiot, was living at the school.
It's very simple. Cong Chun didn't hide anything; he told Steward Chen, and Steward Chen then told Duan Mingxiao.
At the time, Butler Chen's tone was still worried. Cong Chun was such a frugal child, he couldn't even bear to use a mask. When he left his job, he was still wearing a mask at home. He wondered if Cong Chun was sick.
Duan Mingxiao held the person in his arms tightly, but felt that the other person was really too hateful.
From beginning to end, he was the only one living in fear.
On the field, Duan Mingxiao brushed with death several times, but he never showed the slightest fear or dread.
But the thought of being separated from the person in front of him was unbearable... Duan Mingxiao discovered for the first time that he actually had separation anxiety disorder.
"Hmph, I... wasn't worried about you at all."
Don't leave without saying goodbye again.
Cong Chun asked silently.
"Young Master, are you afraid?"
Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment; he had a feeling that Cong Chun was doing it on purpose.
"Fear? That word doesn't exist in my dictionary."
[Nothing in this world can make me bow down yet, heh heh.]
The words had barely left his mouth when, in the next second, the lights came on.
Cong Chun immediately covered his right eye.
He didn't want Duan Mingxiao to see that his eyes were swollen.
Cong Chun felt that he looked ugly, like the sad frog emoji that the young master had sent him.
The young master will definitely laugh at him when he sees this.
Duan Mingxiao looked up at him, his gaze becoming somewhat strange.
[Could it be that Chun Chun is shy and covering her face when she sees me?]
Cong Chun breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, the young master hadn't thought of it that way.
[But a little shyness is enough, why keep covering your face?]
[Wait, could it be that I've become even more handsome?]
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao looked around. The young master was wearing a white T-shirt, and the muscles on his arms were well-defined and the veins were prominent.
[This dorm room is so small, how can anyone live here? It's practically a pigsty; even flies have to huddle against the walls to get in.]
Although Yenching University's accommodations were among the best in the country, they were still considerably smaller than the maid's room the Duan family had provided for Cong Chun.
Previously, Cong Chun lived alone in a house that was even bigger than this in the Duan family, but now four people have to live together in a dormitory.
Cong Chun glanced at the dormitory and thought it was excellent; he was very satisfied.
It's not as bad as the young master described.
Duan Mingxiao, standing to the side, grew increasingly dissatisfied, his brows furrowing deeply.
[If Chun Chun lives here, she'll have to sleep with three other guys every night. No way, absolutely not.]
The next second, the young master grabbed Cong Chun's slender wrist.
"Come back with me."
Cong Chun shook his head; he had just finished making the bed.
And he has to go to school.
"Young master, if you don't study, I will."
Duan Mingxiao raised an eyebrow, too lazy to argue with this idiot.
Who says I don't study? I'm a renowned academic superstar from Peking University!
“Living in such a small room.”
"Stupid Chun, are you planning to jump into your bed as soon as the door opens, so you don't have to walk?"
"You're coming back with me. You're not allowed to stay here. It's really too small."
The image of the shattered car wreckage flashed through Duan Mingxiao's mind, and he felt a pang of heartache, his voice unconsciously softening.
Starting today, he has decided to tone down his temper a little.
Unexpectedly, Cong Chun tugged at his hand and whispered something.
"Young master, be good, don't make a fuss."
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