It is precisely because of such parents that Zheng Wencheng has always been content with ordinary people, because his parents are role models among ordinary people. He likes his parents, and naturally likes the ordinary things revealed in his parents' bones.

His life so far is just like his parents' lives. Although it cannot be considered smooth sailing, at least he has never made enemies or had disputes with others. Although as all his classmates will evaluate him, Zheng Wencheng is indeed a very inconspicuous person in the class and has a very thin presence, this kind of low-key is not a good thing. At least he will not say the wrong things because of excessive words, and thus reduce the students in the class's favorability for him.

It’s good to be ordinary. This is the creed that Zheng Wencheng has been living until now, but until this moment, his creed was ruthlessly broken.

He didn't know what kind of appearance he should face his parents again, but his parents were still as sharp as ever and knew his every move. Even if he wanted to lie to them and hide the changes in his body, they would easily see through them.

Ordinary people are summarized by his parents through many years of life experience, which is considered a kind of wisdom in life. It is precisely because his parents are smart people who can summarize experiences from their own life journey and pass them on to the next generation so that they can avoid detours, so that they can have such a keen sense and sense of smell.

From childhood to adulthood, when Zheng Wencheng did bad things, he never hid them from his parents, whether intentionally or not. This time, the same is true. However, now Zheng Wencheng has grown up and has the ability to judge right and wrong, so his parents do not continue to supervise and urge him like before. Since Zheng Wencheng himself does not want to mention these things, they naturally will not interfere as parents. At Zheng Wencheng's age, as parents, they clearly know that as long as they can become the backing of their children and an eternal safe haven, as parents, their responsibilities have been fulfilled.

After wiping away his tears, Zheng Wencheng stood up from the floor. Cheng Tianhao should be back soon. Before that, he had to sort out his crying makeup first, because he had no reason to worry about his roommates.

When he walked into the bathroom, Alex, who was thrown on the phone by him on the bed, murmured again:

"Humans are really interesting creatures. Maybe I will look forward to the scene when the poor mother knows the truth."

"Chengzi, why are you still in the dormitory?" Cheng Tianhao, who came back from class, opened the door and saw Zheng Wencheng sitting on the bed and reading the novel quietly.

Zheng Wencheng raised his head and said hello to his roommate's arrival.

"What's wrong with you today!" Cheng Tianhao sat on Zheng Wencheng's bed without saying a word: "I heard that you didn't go to the general education class in the afternoon, and the teacher seemed to have called this class. The classmates in our class who took the class with you all thought it was quite strange! By the way, have you had dinner? Why do I think you seem to have eaten nothing since noon??"

Zheng Wencheng responded with an embarrassing smile: "Don't worry, I have a good meal. I'm not feeling well today, so I didn't go to class!"

"Since that's the case, tell me, I'll go to the hospital office to ask for instructions and ask for a leave note to come back! It's a pity for a student as good as you to lose points for taking leave because of being uncomfortable! Don't you want to continue to receive scholarships and live a college life like last semester, without relying on your parents?"

Cheng Tianhao is a typical sporty sunny boy. He is more noisy than Zheng Wencheng. His noise is rare among his peers, but this person will never. Although he talks a lot, he will never deliberately sarcastically mock others. Similarly, he will not be as annoying as some students who don’t talk much but are rude and say sarcastic words that tease others. His speaking angle is always based on the direction of caring and considering others, including when talking to Zheng Wencheng now. If Zheng Wencheng is really uncomfortable enough to not want to speak, he will quietly put down his schoolbag and go out to play basketball, leaving the dormitory to Zheng Wencheng alone, so that he can rest in peace.

"Well... I'm right, but I guess my body will be almost better tomorrow, so it doesn't matter much!" Zheng Wencheng temporarily closed the novel and placed it on the edge of his pillow.

Just as Zheng Wencheng put away the book, Cheng Tianhao accidentally glanced at the title of the novel he was reading, and then he frowned.

"The world is out of character? What a heavy name, what do you mean?"

"Eh?" Zheng Wencheng was stunned for a moment, then realized that his roommate had changed the subject on his own. He glanced back at the novel and said lightly: "It's nothing, just take a look!"

"Hey..." Cheng Tianhao took the novel from near the head of the bed with a tone of distrust, and then roughly flipped through the contents.

"Wow...what is this...why is the protagonist of the novel going to commit suicide!"

"Uh... This is a novel similar to an autobiography by the author. The author of this book, Osamu Dazai, ended up committing suicide!"

Cheng Tianhao raised his head in surprise: "Why do you love reading this type of books? Didn't you just read some literary and fresh works before? What do you think of Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights, Les Miserables, etc."

Zheng Wencheng smiled awkwardly again: "I just like classics more. Not only foreign names, but also Chinese classics. But I have nothing to do recently, so I just went to the library to borrow such a book and came back!"

After hearing this answer, Cheng Tianhao subconsciously turned over the book size of primary school Chinese books and looked at the book cover: "Is this a library book? It looks so new!"

Zheng Wencheng was impressed by his roommate's keen insight. This book was indeed bought by him in the school bookstore in the evening, not from the library. The reason why he bought this book is naturally self-evident. In his heart, he is already completely different from humans, and it can even be said to be a monster whose life trajectory runs contrary to humans, so he naturally has no right to be a human being. The disqualification in the world just means to describe himself. It is precisely because the emotions he contains now are the same as the emotions he contained when Dazai Osamu wrote this book, he was extremely disappointed with the world and powerless to do anything about his situation, so he sincerely bought this book for souvenirs.

In the past, he naturally didn't like to read these pessimistic and negative energy books. This is why he only read the first sixty chapters of Dream of the Red Chamber and did not read it any further. But now, in order to heal his inner grief, he can only use this method similar to external stimulation to calm his heart a little. By savoring other people's lives, he can relieve his depression about his own life.

But he didn't want his roommate to know about this matter, whether it was the fact that he became a monster or the fact that he became depressed. He still hoped that he could get along with his roommate as usual. Even if the relationship between the two could not return to the past, at least, Zheng Wencheng wanted to keep this harmonious daily life.

So he continued to lie: "The library seems to have entered some new books recently. If you have time, you can also go and have a look!"

"Forget it!" Cheng Tianhao threw "The Disqualification in the World" casually and threw it on Zheng Wencheng's desk. Just when Zheng Wencheng sighed that he is worthy of playing basketball and his opponents are very clear, Cheng Tianhao fell on Zheng Wencheng's bed and continued: "I'm really not interested in reading books and other things. If you have that time, it's better to play basketball more!"

Zheng Wencheng had no choice but to respond to him with a wry smile.

As the saying goes, the truth is different and they don’t work together. For literary youth like Zheng Wencheng, there is really no way to understand why sports boys have to spend a lot of time and sweat on the sports field. No matter how much they practice or how hard they try, they are no longer able to become athletes and be selected into a regular team. So in the final analysis, aren’t their actions only classified as play? What is the significance of this waste of time and what helps them in the future?

Of course, Cheng Tianhao probably didn't understand why Zheng Wencheng only likes to stay in the dormitory, either studying the contents of the book or reading novels quietly. In his opinion, what is the meaning of this slow and passionless behavior? He can't exercise or relax. He just stays like this. If he wants to sit for a day, he may get sick directly from boredom.

However, although the two have different thoughts, no one has raised any opinions against each other. On the one hand, it is because they have only been together for a year and are not very familiar. On the other hand, they are both psychologically mature and mentally sound adults, and naturally understand the principle of "everyone has different preferences" and forcefully denies other people's preferences. There is no difference between that kind of behavior and simple searching for trouble. This kind of person should be thankful that he is not beaten on the street without being beaten.

However, just after Cheng Tianhao said this, he suddenly sat up from the bed.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he showed extremely ridiculous actions, Zheng Wencheng asked curiously.

Cheng Tianhao turned around and groped on Zheng Wencheng's bed, where he was lying just now, while muttering: "What..."

Then, he found another novel from under the quilt where Zheng Wencheng put on the bed to prevent the sheet from falling from falling from falling.

"I'm talking!" He held this novel with a hard shell seal to Zheng Wencheng to show him: "It's this thing that hurt me!"

Zheng Wencheng responded with an apology smile: "Sorry, sorry!"

Cheng Tianhao touched his thumped waist and said to Zheng Wencheng: "How many books do you have on your bed?"

"I just borrowed these books from the library. Because I was bored, I just read them casually!"

While putting the novel in front of him, Cheng Tianhao said, "Aren't you feeling uncomfortable? Why are you running out to borrow books?"

Zheng Wencheng was confused when asked, but he immediately replied casually: "Didn't I just go out for dinner? Although I said I was feeling uncomfortable, I just had a slight cold! I can still do this kind of thing, but I went out to borrow these books on the way to eat!"

"How much do you like books?" Cheng Tianhao said speechless while holding his forehead, and was about to throw Zheng Wencheng's books onto the table beside his bed like he did just now.

At this moment, he subconsciously glanced at the title of the book again.

"Uncle Tom's cottage?"

"Ah, well...a very interesting book?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, in general, it should be slave liberation. It's all kinds of experiences that an ordinary black slave experienced after being captured on a manor in southern America! It's a touching book!"

"You've finished reading it?"

"That's not. I just read the introduction, and now I've only read the beginning part!"

"Hey..." Cheng Tianhao blinked: "Why does it seem like another heavy novel?"

Of course, Zheng Wencheng knew that this novel was very heavy. Not only that, the protagonist Sam, can be said to be very unfortunate and his life was very miserable. Zheng Wencheng felt that he was like Sam in the book, and he had an inexplicable affair with misfortune, and inexplicably ended up suffering, and inexplicably might even die inexplicably.

Cheng Tianhao finally did not choose to throw the novel over, but handed it back to Zheng Wencheng.

Zheng Wencheng took the book and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Ah, I've eaten!" Cheng Tianhao said and stood up from Zheng Wencheng's bed.

Zheng Wencheng blinked curiously: "Are you going to play basketball?"

"I won't go..." Cheng Tianhao responded: "It's already dark outside, and at this time there should be many people squeezing on the basketball court. They have no chance to touch the ball, they can only shoot the ball, they are meaningless!"

"Then you want..." Zheng Wencheng continued to ask.

"Well, aren't you feeling uncomfortable today? I'll be with you in the dormitory!"

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me so much, you'd better do your own thing!"

After hearing this, Cheng Tianhao turned around and smiled heartily at Zheng Wencheng:

"Then I'll play games for a while, you can read the book slowly, I won't bother you!"

In this dormitory, only Cheng Tianhao brought a computer. Although Zheng Wencheng's home bought him a laptop, he was not very useful for the time being. When he needed to write documents or do PPT in his sophomore year, he might only move the computer from home.

By the way, because the dormitory is a double room, each student has a corresponding single desk. Therefore, the computer that Cheng Tianhao bought is an ordinary desktop computer with very superior performance and is not stuck in the game. Now that he is the only one in the dormitory, he bears the internet fee in the dormitory by Cheng Tianhao himself. Because his family is very wealthy, he has not considered the practice of co-organizing a network in several dormitories like students in other dormitories. Of course, the two have already discussed it before. Even if Zheng Wencheng moved a computer to the dormitory, Cheng Tianhao was responsible for the internet fee. After all, compared to Zheng Wencheng, a child who doesn’t even know what computer games are, Cheng Tianhao used the Internet a lot more times and time.
Chapter completed!