After finishing most of the remaining pack of cigarettes, my mood gradually calmed down. I returned to the dormitory, covered myself with the quilt, and went to sleep.
The other three people in the dormitory looked at each other in confusion.
what happened?
What's going on?
Since he started filming the movie, Lu Hao rarely returned to the dormitory, except when he occasionally worked overtime too late, or when there was a group activity like someone's birthday in the dormitory.
You smell of alcohol today... Did you suffer a breakup?
"Director Lu, what's wrong?"
Zhou Jian couldn't help but ask.
His address is also interesting. If he calls him Mr. Lu, since we are all classmates, it is not appropriate. If he calls him Director Lu, it seems not friendly enough. Adding the "er" at the end makes it both prestigious and more friendly. It is just the right size, which is the comfort level in his mind.
Of course, you have to know that before in the dormitory, Zhou Jian always called her "Lu'er".
"No, I just drank too much."
Lu Hao lifted the quilt, revealing his head, and explained.
"oh?"
Three tones.
Shows doubt.
Lu Hao: ...
"Go away, really don't have any. Do you have any cigarettes left? Give me one."
Zhou Jian threw over a pack of cigarettes.
Click.
Click on it.
A long puff of smoke.
"You're still saying it's not for the girl? Come on, come on, tell me what's going on. Today, I'll be your personal relationship consultant for free. Trust my expertise in the field of relationships. I, Zhou Jian, have achieved the Hundred Kills feat."
Zhou Jian moved a small stool, sat at the head of Lu Hao's bed, and said in a very showy manner.
Lu Hao: ...
The other two: ...
Killing a hundred people, this is really explosive.
Are you going to die?
Lu Hao covered his head again and didn't want to pay any attention to him.
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