Si Nan was running back, wearing a fitted black tank top and camouflage pants, with a sweat-soaked towel around his neck. Hearing this, he slightly paused, glanced into the dormitory.
Zhou Rong stood by the bed, Yan Hao sat behind the desk. Both turned to look at him.
Half a second later, Si Nan nodded to Chun Cao and walked forward without a word.
“Hey, Si Xiao Nan!”
Chun Cao abruptly stopped midway, watching Si Nan’s back, and after a while, said strangely: “What’s wrong with him recently?”
Before Chun Cao could finish, Zhou Rong put down the money, turned and walked out of the dormitory, striding through the corridor and placing his hand on Si Nan’s shoulder.
His movements were swift and decisive, and Si Nan turned to speak, but before he could utter a word, Zhou Rong suddenly wrapped an arm around his waist, effortlessly lifting him up.
“…” Si Nan said in surprise, “What are you doing?”
Zhou Rong paid no attention, taking three steps in two strides back to the dormitory, and in front of Yan Hao’s dumbfounded gaze, tossed Si Nan onto the bed!
“You!
Si Nan quickly propped himself up with his elbow, but had barely squeezed out a word when he saw Zhou Rong casually grab some banknotes and say, “Oh ho—” and then scattered them all over him.
This action was truly shocking. Si Nan had never in his life been lying on a bed and pelted with cash, and for a moment was at a loss for words.
He slightly parted his lips, seeming somewhat angry, glaring at Zhou Rong.
Zhou Rong didn’t notice, suddenly throwing himself on the bed, supporting himself on the sheets and looking down at Si Nan: “Why are you hiding? Hm? What’s with the attitude these past few days?”
Si Nan: “…”
Zhou Rong was about to say something, but suddenly caught a scent at close range.
Si Nan suddenly reached out and pushed him away. Caught off guard, Zhou Rong stumbled back half a step. Si Nan rolled off the bed and coldly said, “Want to fight?”
“Zhou Rong swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving, suddenly forgetting what he wanted to say.
