8

Although the fever subsided, his brain was hit by the high temperature inside and outside. Jiang Kuo didn't take a taxi specifically and asked Da Cannon to help him sweep a shared electric car and drive it back, wanting to take a breather and wake up.

But when I returned to the dormitory corridor, I still felt drowsy and felt like a ball of cotton soaked in water.

It is rare that there is no one in the corridor at this time today. I don’t know if it’s because I have to check the bed.

When Dapao advised him to return to the dormitory as soon as possible, he was reluctant. The person who was still showing off his power in the dormitory on the day of his registration suddenly became so honest and steady, and he was very rebellious.

Jiang Kuo had never lived in the school and didn't know what the procedure was for the bedroom check. He could tell the importance of the bedroom check based on Tang Li's anxiety, so he finally came back to give Tang Li a face. After all, this was the first time to check the bedroom, and Tang Li was still the head of the housekeeper, although he had no idea when the head of the house was appointed.

Several people were stuck at the door of the dormitory.

At first, Jiang Kuo felt that his eyes were burned and he couldn't see clearly, but when he approached, he found that he was right. The few people stood in the door frame, one in front and two in the back.

During the more than ten steps Jiang Kuo walked to the door, they were inlaid in the door frame in a triangle, neither entering nor leaving.

"Ran Jean." He gently touched the arm of the man leaning outside the back row.

The door frame trio turned around and looked at him at the same time.

Jiang Kuo also glanced at them, probably because he was checking the bed?

But no one got out of the way.

He didn't speak either.

Just looked at him with a serious face.

What to do?

Jiang Kuo was too lazy to think about what was going on. This was his dormitory. He had already thought about it very carefully without pulling people away and going inside.

So he turned sideways, knocked away the person blocking his way with his shoulders, and entered the dormitory.

The three roommates were each standing at their desks. It seemed that the six people were having some kind of eye contact before he entered the house.

Seeing him coming back, Tang Li was obviously relieved and whispered: "I helped you fold the clothes on the bed, afraid that you wouldn't be able to clean up when you come back."

Jiang Kuo was very disgusted with someone touching his things, so he frowned his eyebrows reflexively, but quickly lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Thank you."

"Tell him something, the head of the house." The person standing at the door walked in at this time.

"Jiang Kuo," Tang Li pointed to these people, "This is the senior who came to check the dormitory. During the military training, he checked the dormitory every day and asked everyone to rest in the dormitory. He could not go out without special circumstances. He should keep the dormitory hygiene and put the items neatly..."

Jiang Kuo glanced at his territory and found that just a few pieces of clothes were fragmented, and it was difficult to be untidy.

"Don't hang your clothes here." No. 1 Cha Yu pointed to the hook at the door.

Everyone in the room was silent, and Jiang Kuo sat on the chair next to Li Zirui's table.

"Jiang Kuo." Li Zirui called him in a low voice, and his hand shook backwards quietly.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Whose clothes?" No. 1 asked, "Don't hang them here!"

Jiang Kuo then realized that what he was talking about was the military training uniforms and tops he hung there. He was a little confused: "Why?"

"No, keep it clean," said No. 2, "and fold the clothes."

"I hang it there to keep it clean," said Jiang Kuo, "I just threw it on the ground for the sake of cleanliness."

"Remember." No. 1 said.

Number 3 immediately lowered his head and wrote on the notebook in his hand.

"Take it down and take it down," Tang Li hurried over and took off the clothes, "We are not very clear that we can't hang clothes here."

"What can that hook be hung?" Jiang Kuo took the clothes handed to him by Tang Li and put them on the table.

No. 1, 2, and 3 said nothing.

Jiang Kuo stood up, took the bag on his desk, went over and hung it on the hook, and looked at them: "This?"

Before they could speak, Jiang Kuo pulled out another power bank from his bag and hung up: "Or this?"

"Take it down!" No. 3's voice fell.

"What do you have?" No. 1 asked.

"I have no objection," said Jiang Kuo, "I only have questions, and only one question - what exactly can be hung here?"

He was sure that No. 1, 2, 3 knew the correct answer, because the correct answer was to hang clothes and hats, because the thing that every family had, its name was the cloak hook.

But the people in the room didn't speak, and fell into a brief, embarrassing and more tense atmosphere.

"Who's this bed?" No. 2 knocked on the bed frame, suddenly ending the unpleasant previous topic.

But with a random knock, the second unpleasant one immediately started.

Perhaps no one expected that Jiang Kuo could not get around this.

"My." Jiang Kuo turned around while standing in front of the hook that was full of him.

No. 2 pointed with an unhappy look: "Put the clothes into the cabinet."

This time, Jiang Kuo didn't ask why, and there was no answer anyway. Of course, his answer must be no. He opened his wardrobe and showed it: "The cabinet can't be put down."

"You solve this yourself. Will it be useful to tell me? I don't care about yours!" No. 1 said, "Clothes can't be piled on the bed!"

"That's folded." Jiang Kuo glanced at him. Tang Li was a careful person. His clothes were folded very flat, and they were all the same in size.

"Why don't you put away the clothes that were scattered on the balcony?" No. 1 didn't follow his words, "Is it very good?"

Tang Li and Ma Xiao quickly ran to the balcony and took off the clothes they had been hung. Ma Xiao's pants looked wet.

"Don't just wash clothes, just collect them neatly!" No. 2 went to the bathroom, "During the military training, you didn't stack tofu blocks according to the military requirements. Is it so difficult to put things neatly?"

The three people in the dormitory quickly went to sort out the toiletries. In Jiang Kuo's opinion, it was obviously already sorted out. Now they just picked it up and put it down.

Number 3 was recorded on the notebook.

Jiang Kuo stood still and didn't move, his head began to feel a little swollen and painful, and his neck and shoulders were also sore.

The stamina of fever is showing little by little.

Originally, he thought that the end of the balcony toilet after turning around, No. 1 stepped on the stairs beside Jiang Kuo's bed.

Then he walked up two levels, reached out and picked up the clothes that Tang Li had folded for him, and walked down the stairs.

Jiang Kuo became popular immediately. This staircase is used to go to bed. They usually take off their shoes before stepping up. Now No. 1 directly prints two gray-white marks.

And he took his clothes directly.

"This classmate," No. 1 shook at him with his clothes, "It's not that we target you, but that most of the problems in your dormitory are due to you. I hope you can cooperate and not affect the entire dormitory."

Jiang Kuo was silent for two seconds, grabbed the clothes in No. 1's hand, bent down and wiped the stairs that were dirty by No. 1, and then threw the clothes into the trash can next to him.

"What do you mean?" Everyone's anger gathered on their heads. Jiang Kuo's action made No. 2 explode first, and he suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

Jiang Kuo closed his eyes, and he almost jumped up again.

"It's not a chair," Li Zirui's face was not very beautiful, but she quickly smoothed out the situation. She went over and wanted to take out the clothes from the trash can, "Let's put it in after you're ready."

Jiang Kuo stretched out his foot and hooked the trash can and stepped on the edge of the can: "It's not interesting, it's just throwing garbage. Can the trash can be thrown away by senior?"

"Jiang Kuo!" Li Zirui pressed his voice, looking unhappy, but this was a tough expression that he could have to bear if he could hold on to the bed.

"Don't show off with us," said No. 1. "This is a school, who do you show off your airs!"

"Show it's for you three," said Jiang Kuo, "so obvious."

"There is no rules at all, and it's quite good to talk," No. 1's eyebrows jumped, "If you check the bed, you are not in the dormitory, you are "indiscriminate" and you are provoking words, and you create conflicts. What else can you do?"

"This." Jiang Kuo grabbed No. 1's collar.

Duan Feifan did not expect that Lu Haobo would join the student union. Last year, this person made Dong Kun, who has always been a good-tempered, say, "If this person is able to join the student union, I will smash the student union office directly."

And Lu Haobo would fly out of the 119 dormitory with his stomach covered, which Duan Feifan even unexpectedly.

"Oh!" He turned over from the recliner and jumped out of the dormitory, kicked the door opposite, "Get out to watch the show."

The door opened immediately. Duan Feifan knocked on both sides of the dormitory doors while walking in. Soon the dormitory doors behind him opened, and people kept walking out.

The other two in the bed and bed check group also came out of 119, but they did not come out alone, they were hugged together with people, and they couldn't tell whether they were fighting or just hugging each other for a while.

"Everything goes back!" Lu Haobo stood up and saw Duan Feifan and a bunch of people watching the fun over there. He pointed at him and shouted, "Duan Feifan, what do you want to do?"

"Look," Duan Feifan walked to the door 119, "Do you want to help senior?"

The four people who came out of the dormitory finally separated with difficulty. The two people in the dormitory inspection team also had 119 fat man and Tang Li. Tang Li had a fight, and the fat man was actually fighting.

However, the fat man's tactical actions were obviously not good, so he could kick Lu Haobo out? And he also saw that Lu Haobo had a scratch on his face.

When I looked into the dormitory, a figure blew out with his fist like a wind. When I saw that the stance was just heading straight to the bed group.

Duan Feifan stretched out his arms sideways and held the man in his waist.

So many people are watching, I can’t do anything anymore. Brothers, no one in the bedside inspection team has moved again.

This person is also 119 and doesn't talk much. Every time Duan Feifan opens the door for ventilation, he can see him go out to throw garbage, and he can throw it 800 times a day.

Very fierce?

"Ma Xiao! Ma Xiao!" Tang Li hurried over and hugged this person again, "Everyone calm!"

There were too many people at the door of the dormitory. Duan Feifan took two steps back, stopped in front of the window, and saw the only person who was still in the dormitory.

Jiang Kuo stood there facing the dormitory door, moving his right wrist.
To be continued...