Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 15 will not be such a coincidence

   "嗡—嗡——嗡—"

  Jun Gu looked away from the computer and landed on the vibrating mobile phone beside him.

  There are two words flashing on it: Shenci.

   Jaw paused, Jun Gu stretched out his hand to pick it up.

"What's wrong."

   "Gu Shen, I did my best for the coach..."

   Shen Ci's extremely regretful voice came from the phone.

  Jiang Xiying held something in his hand, and gave Jun Gu a "who is it" look.

  Relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the chair, Jun Gu's face was stained with a bit of surprise, the sharpened facial features were noble and elegant that could not be erased in his bones.

  It is also faintly mixed with a bit of sharpness and coldness.

   "I don't know who Coach Shen is looking for, but it's rare to see Coach Shen showing such unwillingness."

   Fingertips tapped on the table.

   Click it.

  The eyes under the frame are calm.

Over there, Shen Ci sat on the sofa, looked at the magazine in his hand, and sighed a little: "These kids don't have the good fortune to let her be a coach, so I'll leave it to you, Gu Shen, and I won't do it." meddling."

   After the bathroom door rang with the sound of unlocking, someone opened it from the inside.

  The young man was covered in thick hair, and she rubbed his fine black hair randomly with a towel twice, and a few strands of hair were messy in the air.

   Rising wisps of hot air.

  Jun Gu's position is facing the bathroom door, Gong Jiu turned around silently, met a pair of deep eyes unexpectedly.

   After a pause, Jun Gu turned his brows back and put it on the fingertips that were beating on the table: "I don't know who made Coach Shen put so much effort into recruiting, it's quite curious."

  Shen Ci made it clear to him that he should not intervene in the coaching affairs, and he has to recruit people himself.

   But now...

   seems to have failed.

  Jiang Xiying saw that Gong Jiuan had finished washing, and held the table to get the hair dryer from the other side and handed it over: "Here, Jiuan, hair dryer, you blow it first, I'm going to take a shower."

  Gong Jiuan took a shower like a girl’s house, the door was locked and the washing was slow, he came out only after he almost wiped out his snacks.

  Coach Shen...

   Pausing almost insignificantly, he pulled the towel off his head.

   Taking the hair dryer, Gong Jiu nodded silently: "Okay."

  Holding the things, Gong Jiu glanced around the dormitory, and finally saw the socket on the wall behind Jun Gu.

  He walked over slowly, bent over and inserted the end of the plug, and put it behind his head.

  Suddenly, the humming sound of the hair dryer sounded in the small room.

  Jun Gu turned his head, only seeing the thin back of the young man.

   Slowly floating the hair dryer.

  On the other side of the phone, Shen Ci raised his delicate eyebrows when he heard the buzzing sound coming from inside: "Gu Shen's side sounds very lively."

   Turning his head, Jun Gu raised his hand to take off the frame: "The new roommate blows his hair."

   "New roommate?"

   Shen Ci was a little surprised.

  Who doesn't know that Gu Shen, the youngest king in the fighting circle, has an aloof and aloof personality?

  When did Jun Gu get along so well and agree to let a stranger live in his dormitory?

   It just seems that he just heard someone inside shouting... Jiudu?

  Wait for him to think about it, Gong Jiuhan seems to be in Beijing No. 1 Middle School now, could it be...

  The next second he denied this idea.

  Shen Ci shook his head.

  This world will not be so coincidental.

   "Yeah." Jun Gu put down the frame of the mirror, turned off the computer, turned his head again, and watched the young man's unhurried movements.

   pursed his lips: "Coach Shen, is there anything else?"

  Shen Ci flipped through the magazine and smiled, "Then go to bed early."

"Um."

   Putting down the phone, Jun Gu was silent for half a second, and the buzzing sound gradually entered his ears.

   Then get up.

  Gong Jiu bowed his head silently, his eyes with lowered brows fell on his feet, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

   Exuding a bit of coolness.

  The hand holding the hair dryer has been lifted for a long time, and it is a little sour.

  Gong Jiuhan was about to lower his head when the hair dryer in his hand was taken away.

   More~

  (end of this chapter)