What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 54 Equipment Room

The sky gets dark late in winter, and the sky is still dark blue at about 5:30 in the morning.

Tan Jingyang was woken up by the sound of Cheng Zui closing the door lightly. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the electric radiator he bought from the second-hand market for about two hundred yuan. The little red light above jumped up and down, as if trying to prove that he was working seriously. However, it really doesn't do much.

Today seems to be colder than yesterday. Tan Le buried half of his face in the quilt and slept soundly in the dim light. Tan Jingyang gently stood up and leaned against the head of the bed, reaching out to turn the lamp to the darkest level.

From last night to just now, he and Cheng Zui had barely exchanged a few words, and he didn't even say a word to him when he left.

Tan Jingyang knew that Cheng Zui had objections to his approach, but he couldn't say anything more when he saw how insistent he was. Of course he understood that the other party was thinking for him from his own standpoint, but now he only wanted to be arbitrary.

"Bang bang-"

There was a knock on the door outside, Tan Jingyang frowned, wondering if Cheng Zui forgot to bring something and came back to pick it up. He responded by walking to the door and unlocking it, and was obviously taken aback when he saw the person coming.

"The community brings warmth." Ji Zhun stood at the door holding soy milk and fried dough sticks, with the cold morning air on his body.

He sideways walked into the room from Tan Jingyang's side, put the breakfast on the table, turned his head and gave Tan Jingyang his chin: "Don't be dazed, tell Xiao Le to get up and eat." The surprise in Tan Jingyang's eyes faded, and the corners of his lips couldn't

help Faint rise.

"So sweet?" He closed the door with his left hand, turned back to the window and opened the curtains.

"Otherwise, what should I do, let you, a disabled person, cook with your feet?" Ji Zhun shrugged, "If you do it, I might not eat Xiaole."

Tan Jingyang lowered his head and smiled, and walked to Tan Le's small room Kicked his ass on the edge of the bed: "Puppy, it's time to eat."

"Um..."

Tan Le responded with difficulty and rubbed his sleepy eyes. After seeing Jijun sitting at the dining table, he instantly became energetic.

"Brother Zhun, are you here again?"

Ji Zhun laughed: "What is 'again'?" He hooked his fingers at Tan Le, "Hurry up and wash up, the fried dough sticks are freshly fried and still warm." "

Yeah !"

Tan Le jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, kicked off his slippers and ran into the bathroom.

Jizhun raised his eyes to look at Tan Jingyang again: "Why are you still standing there? Go wash up."

Tan Jingyang moved his gaze down to his arm, then slowly retracted it, looked into Jizhun's eyes and said, "Come on, come on!" Now, the service will be in place?"

"Heh." Ji Zhun nodded with a sneer, "Sure, please come to the toilet? Master Tan."

The towel that helped Tan Jingyang take a bath last night was not wrung out, and it was so cold at the moment Heartbreaking. Ji Zhun turned on the water heater, washed and wrung out the towel again, and then wiped it randomly on Tan Jingyang's face.