Ch 7

Facing Lou Cheng’s ridicule, Ding Xuerun was unmoved and glanced indifferently and said, “If you’re so capable, let’s compete in studying?”

Lou Cheng laughed, the kind of idiot-looking smile, and said: “How do you study better than me? We are evenly matched, little illiterate.”

Picking up the bright strawberries of similar size from the bowl and placed them in a row on the table. He gestured and said, “Xiao Ding, brother is three times thicker than this, have you seen it?”

Ding Xuerun took off his glasses. He couldn’t see exactly how big the strawberry was in Lou Cheng’s hand, but he had no intention of arguing with Lou Cheng about this kind of mentally retarded problem.

Lou Cheng didn’t find him boring when he didn’t reply, but he was even more curious, so he stared at his trousers and had a thought to expose him.

After soaking the strawberries for a while, Lou Cheng cheerfully poured out the water and easily picked up a chair with one hand and placed it at his table, calling Ding Xuerun to eat.

But Lou Cheng stopped after eating two of them. He didn’t seem to like eating these, so he pushed the glass bowl to Ding Xuerun’s side a little bit and said, “You eat more, don’t waste it.”

Ding Xuerun didn’t wash all of them. He had calculated that he would only eat two or three, but Lou Cheng ate too little, so he had to take care of the rest. This season’s winter strawberries are big and red, and the taste is very sweet.

Lou Cheng looked at his lips, which were stained red with strawberry juice, and thought that Xiao Ding’s eyes were beautiful, and so were his lips. He had no idea Ding Xuerun’s lips shape was known as diamond lips, and he just thought it was beautiful.

He thought to himself that if Xiao Ding was a top student, then he would be so attractive that he would make up for his shortcoming in height, or at least there would be no shortage of girls’ love.

He thinks Xiao Ding is short, and that is also when compared with him, but he is also on the average line when compared to other boys in the school.

But Xiao Ding is not only not a top student, but also an ignorant primary scum! After Lou Cheng became a deskmate with him, he often saw him playing with his cell phone in class.

The window was half open, and a gust of wind blew in. It crept into Ding Xuerun’s pajamas from all directions. He shivered like a withered leaf in the wind and rubbed his arms.

Lou Cheng saw it and said, “Is it cold? Why are you wearing so little?.”

Now it’s just November, D city has begun to cool down, but the school’s hot air-conditioner is usually turned on after the beginning of winter.

While many schools still use heaters, Liu Zhong high school already used hot air-conditioners.

Ding Xuerun shook his head: “The pajamas have been washed, but they haven’t dried yet.”

“Then put on a coat.” Lou Cheng stared at his exposed collarbone. It was the first time he saw a boy as white as Ding Xuerun. There is another boy of this type in their class who is too feminine, but Xiao Ding is not feminine. Although he is thin and weak, he has a pale and thin gentleness. He looks like a good student.

To be honest, none of the top students in the class have Ding Xuerun’s cool and arrogant temperament, and he is not as old as he is.

Seeing that he was not moving, Lou Cheng said: “You put on a coat, I’m going to take a shower.”

He directly took off his clothes, pants, and had only a pair of underpants on his body. His well-proportioned muscles were tightly attached to the body that had been exercised all year round.

Lou Cheng walked arrogantly past Ding Xuerun.

When he walked to the balcony, his head accidentally bumped into Ding Xuerun’s clothes. Lou Cheng stretched his hand to draw the curtains and suddenly smelled a very comfortable soap scent, which was a bit moist in the rainy season. Lou Cheng raised his head, Ding Xuerun’s school uniform, pajamas, underwear, and socks were hanging on it.

It suddenly dawned on him that the faint aroma on Xiao Ding’s body was the smell of laundry soap.

When Lou Cheng came out, he saw Ding Xuerun sitting upright, with his back straight and his head slightly hanging down while doing homework. He was thin, wearing a slightly loose school uniform coat, and wearing a black half glove on his right hand.

Lou Cheng walked up to him with steamy water and took a look: “What are you writing?”

That is a test paper.

Lou Cheng saw those formulas and thought it was homework. He couldn’t believe it: “Mathematics homework?  Are you crazy?”

“It’s physics.” Ding Xuerun kept holding his mobile phone with a selfie stick and pointed it vertically at the table. He turned off the microphone, so no matter what he said here, the people in the live broadcast room couldn’t hear it.

Lou Cheng didn’t notice his mobile phone. He didn’t know that he was doing a top student live broadcast. He thought Ding Xuerun was really crazy. He smiled and pressed his shoulder and said, “If you write well and work hard, maybe you can score 30 points in physics.”

Ding Xuerun glanced at him sideways, and smiled on his lips: “Thanks to your good luck” said Ding Xuerun.

He didn’t wear glasses, and the warm light of the study lamp shone on his snow-white face. The outline was very soft, and the eyelashes were like crow feathers. A pair of dark eyes glanced at Lou Cheng.

There was a bath towel on Lou Cheng’s back. He was wiping the water, but he suddenly paused. Then he bent over to cover Ding Xuerun’s thin back from behind.

This almost hug gesture caused Ding Xuerun’s ears to move slightly. In addition to being stiff when he is nervous, his ears move.

Lou Cheng stretched out his hand directly. Ding Xuerun didn’t know what he was going to do. He raised his hand and moved the phone away a bit so that the live broadcast would stop on his desk.

Ding Xuerun did not expect that Lou Cheng would grab his wrist.

“What happened to your hand?” Lou Cheng suddenly noticed that on Ding Xuerun’s left wrist, there was a piece of black-red, rotten flesh.

This color is new, but other scars with a lighter color can still be seen faintly, and he feels that the round shape is a bit like a cigarette butt.

And those scars with faded color are in the state of healing after being burned by the cigarette butt.

Lou Cheng only noticed it when he caught a glimpse of the cigarette case on Ding Xuerun’s desk-that it may have been burnt out by cigarette butts.

Because Ding Xuerun usually wears a watch, the wound is just covered by the watch.

“…with cigarettes?”

Ding Xuerun said nothing.

“Did you burn yourself?” The way Lou Cheng looked at him changed a little, and his face sank, “Ding Xuerun, you hurt yourself, are you fucking sick?”

“No, I burned it accidentally, don’t worry about it.” Ding Xuerun wanted to pull his hand away, but he didn’t expect Lou Cheng to clasp it so tightly that he didn’t let go of him at all.

“Lou Cheng.” He frowned, staring at him, “You let me go.”

Lou Cheng stared at him too, but Ding Xuerun was short-sighted, and those eyes appeared to be slightly absent-minded. Between them, Lou Cheng let go: “F**k, you are really sick.”

“You don’t need to care about me.” He pulled down the sleeves of his school uniform and became anxious as he was upset. He has a mild anxiety disorder, but no one knows that he has this problem.

Lou Cheng snorted coldly, “You can do it, it’s none of my business.”

He climbed onto the bed and made a lot of noise, which made Ding Xuerun’s phone almost fall off the selfie stick.

Ding Xuerun didn’t care about him. He buckled his watch, placed the phone in place, and wrote in a pencil on the draft paper: “The dorm inspector is here just now, and the roommate’s pot was found.”

After writing a sentence like this, he didn’t look at the screen and started to make a draft under the front camera, listing his own ideas for solving the problem.

Most of the people who watch Ding Xuerun’s video are from the student. Some students said: “Watching the blogger’s video is very stress-free. I’m doing my homework while watching, I write faster than usual.”

Ding Xuerun’s hands are especially white and beautiful, and his fingers are slender. His voice is gentle because he speaks softly. Sometimes he will live broadcast small classes and talk about some learning methods. Some people say that listening to him in class is more effective than listening to the teacher.

The barrage often said: “Little brother has a good voice. I just want to sleep in class, but I’ll wake up immediately after listening to your lecture!”

Ding Xuerun wrote his homework quietly because Lou Cheng had been moving around all the time, making all kinds of noises, like a primary school student venting his dissatisfaction, so Ding Xuerun had to put on a Bluetooth headset and listen to “Friends” while doing questions.

The dormitory inspector came to take a look, confirmed that they were all in person, and left.

Ding Xuerun had something on his mind, and he was so distracted by anxiety that he didn’t even bother to type a draft of his homework and finished the paper quickly.

The people in the live broadcast room were so dumbfounded, that they got the answer without any calculation.

Writing papers is a way for Ding Xuerun to reduce stress. He then wrote on the paper: “The power will be cut off right away, that’s all for today, good night.”

His handwriting is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Ding Zhaowen is a Chinese teacher who writes well on the blackboard. Ding Xuerun has practiced calligraphy since he was a child, and he is also good at pen calligraphy.

The blackboard newspapers of his previous school were all entrusted to him, and he also won awards in calligraphy competitions.

Turning off the live broadcast and taking down the phone, Ding Xuerun pinched his temples, stood up, and looked up. Lou Cheng seemed to have been sulking at this moment, and he did not continue to make a restless fuss. Ding Xuerun took off his school uniform and hung it in the closet, then opened the drawer and took something. He came out with a cigarette and a lighter and walked into the toilet.

The bathroom in the dormitory of Liu Zhong high school is small, with just a small squatting toilet and a shower,  which is only two flats in total.

However, the washbasin outside is quite spacious, with a large mirror and two large sinks. Basically, Ding Xuerun’s toiletries are placed on it.

Ding Xuerun loves cleanliness. He basically uses this dormitory by himself. The bathroom is cleaned every day, and the garbage is taken out every day, so it is very clean.

As soon as he entered the bathroom dormitory, the power was cut off and the lights went out. Shout-outs could be heard somewhere in the dormitory building and the dormitory plunged into complete darkness.

Ding Xuerun closed the door in the dark, lit the cigarette with a lighter.

Lou Cheng was lying on the bed and searched on his mobile phone: “What kind of psychology is self-harm?”

As a result, a lot of pictures popped up all at once, all of which were depressing and disgusting to look at.

Lou Cheng felt that his young soul had been impacted.

He patiently took a look at it for a while and then found that this was a sign of stress and paranoia, and the conditions described by those people on the Internet seemed to be very serious, cutting himself in the arm with a knife, which was shocking.

So Xiaoding’s situation is very minor.

Lou Cheng felt a little better.

He saw an expert answer saying: “If you find that you have a tendency to self-harm, you must seek medical attention as soon as possible.”

However, Lou Cheng still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and couldn’t understand what he felt. He was a little angry and didn’t know why. His mood was a little strange.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled the smell of smoke coming from the balcony.

“It’s stinks.” Lou Cheng sat up from the bed.

He was holding his nose and his face was so gloomy. After sitting for a few seconds, he suddenly turned over and got out of bed, and scolded, “Damn it, what a psycho.”

He strode over and twisted the doorknob, but the toilet door was locked from the inside.

Lou Cheng couldn’t open the door and started smashing the door: “Come out.”

Ding Xuerun was very calm and opened the door, with a cigarette in his hand, his expression indifferent: “What?”

“It stinks.” Lou Cheng held his breath and grabbed his hand.

Ding Xuerun is determined not to wear his school uniform when he smokes. He will not allow any evidence to be on the school uniforms.  The weather is cold and so were his wrists. Lou Cheng is afraid of pinching his wounds, so he is holding his palm.

When he saw that Ding Xuerun was wearing a watch on his hand, he was relieved that he did not burn himself. But at the same time he felt so angry: “Sick, you are sick, surnamed Ding, your cigarette butt is so hot that the flesh is rotten, even if you don’t put on band-aids, you still wear a watch to cover it during the day, are you stupid?”

“What a fool,” he said affirmatively.

Lou Cheng has a sweaty physique. He is a sweaty hand. Even if he doesn’t do anything, he will sweat on the palms of his hands. He pulls Ding Xuerun’s white hands.

Ding Xuerun took another puff with the cigarette in his right hand. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke and sprayed it on Lou Cheng’s face.

The whole school’s power was cut off. After the curtains were closed, there was only a thin moonlight in the dormitory, and the orange light from cigarette butts faintly and hazily illuminated his cold but slightly raised face.

Lou Cheng looked down at him, looked into his dark eyes, and cursed: “You are sick.”

“Lou Cheng.” Ding Xuerun stared at him. In fact, he couldn’t see clearly, because his eyesight was not good, and coupled with the darkness, there was only a very vague handsome outline. Because he couldn’t see clearly, he looked at him very carefully and tried to get a good look at him.

Lou Cheng glared at him and said, “What do you want from me?”

He thought that Ding Xuerun was half-blind. After taking off his glasses, the man he thought was half-blind had such deep and beautiful black eyes with stars in them.

Ding Xuerun at night and Ding Xuerun during the day are like two completely different people.

A wisp of smoke was sprayed from Ding Xuerun’s mouth onto his face.

It was as if he had been strangled by the throat. He thought he had been exposed to a second-hand smoker, so he looked ugly, and he cursed: “It stinks, are you smoking shit! It choked Lao Zi.”

“Lou Cheng,” Ding Xuerun called him again. He paused, felt the temperature and moisture in the palm of his hand, and muttered in the darkness: “What is the sticky thing on your hand?”