Chapter 4
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Qi Yan won the second place in the end, and the first place was from the College of Arts. At first, no one looked at the ugly boy, but when they ran to the last five laps, he and Qi Yan had completely thrown away the rest of their opponents. Qi Yan is tall and has long legs. He runs with a big stride, steady rhythm and pleasing to the eye. He is a head shorter than Qi Yan. He is inferior in stride, but better in frequency. He has a different kind of perseverance in running.
Song Fei holds his mobile phone, but in the second half of the game, he hardly leaves the field. He could see that Qi Yan had tried his best, but he finally followed his opponent and crossed the finish line three steps later. On the radio, I congratulated the College of liberal arts and the College of biological sciences for being the first and the second. I also reported the names of the athletes. Song Fei didn't listen to them very much. All his attention was focused on Qi Yan.
The man bent down on his knees and couldn't hold his breath. Song Fei knew that he was exhausted to the extreme, and the final sprint was to fight to the limit. If I were myself, thought Song Fei, I would be lying on the ground with a big bang and love someone. But it was Qi Yan who wanted to keep his image at all times. He didn't know whether this kind of self-discipline was caused by nature or cultivated.
The finish line is near Song Fei's area. If Qi Yan looks at it at this time, he can definitely look at Song Fei. Moreover, Song Fei and his white robes are hard to lock. But from the beginning to the end, Qi Yan turned his back to this side. Until he left, he didn't look at it.
make complaints about Tucao, Song Fei still make complaints about him. With the character of this product, failure to win the first is equal to failure, and there is no difference between the second and the last. If you think about it like this, you will feel a little frustrated when you go to see that lonely figure.
The sports meeting lasted for two days. In the afternoon of the next day, the students of the sports department who had been busy in the key positions of event organization, referee, scorer and so on finally changed into floor sweepers - the performance competition began.
Usually, there is no harm without comparison, but when the gap between the two is too wide, even if the weak is removed, the strong will still make you gape. It's almost like a gust of wind, whistling in front of me. There's no time to see the figure, so I can only use my naked eyes to trace the noisy dust behind Jian'er.
In the end, 440 students come to the conclusion that there is a specialty in martial arts. Let's practice Tai Chi well.
With the end of the sports meeting, the weather is getting cooler. Some hardy broad-leaved trees in the campus have begun to turn yellow. Occasionally, a few of them fall on the tall and upright pines and cypresses with the wind. The golden leaves with dark green pine needles have a unique beauty.
Song Fei returned to his own regular work and rest: taking compulsory courses, skipping elective courses, chasing new fans, and brushing mobile phones. But after a week, he felt uncomfortable. Originally, Wang Qingyuan was the only person in the dormitory. Every day, he was either reading or writing questions. Xiang Yang usually made friends with his daughter-in-law on his mobile phone, while Ren zhe was very difficult to see him in class from morning to night. He was either teasing Xuemei or on his way. But in recent days, 440 days full, and in addition to Song Fei holding a notebook, the rest of the three are hard at the desk, light from the back can see the word "diligent".
There was no class in the afternoon. Song Fei realized that it was a good time in the evening, but he ended up with "waking up in a strange and terrible silence". The reason for this is that this silence is not pure silence, but 99% silence + 1% subtle low decibel sound. This low decibel is a combination of occasional book flipping and NIB scratching. It is particularly "exciting" under the background of 99% silence.
When Song Fei sat up in the upper berth, the setting sun was just right. 440 is shrouded in a warm and soft halo, together with a "muddleheaded" in the upper bunk and three "good students" at the next table. At this moment, the backs of roommates working at their desks perfectly coincide with their ex boyfriends. The weather beaten classmate song has a thrilling feeling of "just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's Den".
"Well," Song Fei cleared his throat and asked cautiously, "well, can I interrupt you two?"
The words were said to three people, but Wang Qingyuan didn't move with tacit understanding, while Xiang Yang and Ren zhe raised their heads enthusiastically -
"what's the matter?"
"What for?"
Song Fei is very pleased, at least the roommates are still accurate in their positioning.
"It's up to me to ask you two. Are you possessed or possessed? Do you want to go to heaven so hard?"
Ren zhe gives Xiangyang a look, a sign, you say.
The latter nodded, looked up and said, "brother, I'm not happy
Song Fei seems to see the real topic on the other side's desk is emitting the colorful glow of blinding eyes.
"The question is, haven't you both passed level Four?" It's sad to say this, but Song Fei can't care about it. He wants to defend the dignity of "the only real man who disdains grade 4".
But the two roommates looked at each other, and finally agreed: "yes, so we are reviewing CET-6."
It's Song Fei's turn to be silly. He suspects that he has a auditory hallucination: "are you two going to take CET-6? Yangzi, didn't you say that you won't touch any English books in your life after CET-4! Ren Zhe, Chinese should be popularized all over the world. Did you say that
Xiangyang put down his pen, as if recalling the past, Xiaoxiao Sasa, distant eyes blurred. A moment later, he looked at Song Fei and sighed, "young man, you don't understand. There is a kind of assiduousness that makes your daughter-in-law think you should be assiduous."Song Fei swallows his saliva and suddenly wants to give his classmates a comforting hug.
"And you? You don't have a daughter-in-law. " Xiangyang's helplessness can be understood, Ren Zhe's efforts have no reason.
Don't want Ren Zhe to shake elegant hair: "brother, haven't you seen the reality clearly, you can rely on academic performance to tease younger sister's time is less than three years, young don't work hard, old man is sad!"
Song Fei swallows his saliva again, and finally feels that if he wants to sleep, he should be punished.
"I'll go downstairs and get some water. Who wants to take it with me..." Song Fei jumps out of bed and decides to go to the boiling water room to calm down.
Wang Qingyuan: "no need."
Ren zhe: "just finished at noon."
Xiang Yang: "I'll go later and have a meal in the canteen."
As soon as I entered the University, I was a passer-by. He doesn't even need to fight for water. Song Fei is sad.
After being confiscated and criticized by the director, Song Fei's dormitory is very self-contained. These days, they go downstairs to fetch water with a thermos. Song Fei is ready to eat first, then draw water, so he puts the emerald green thermos in the sea like thermos array in front of the door of the water room, and leans under the window sill of the water room. One is that the position is easy to remember, and the other is that the window has a guardrail, which is convenient for him to lock the thermos with the iron railing with the bicycle lock he carries.
How painful it is to understand the fire prevention, theft prevention and dropping prevention pot.
The canteen just arrived at five o'clock is cold and clean, and the dishes are not complete, let alone the students. At a glance, there were only a few heads, and the rest were rows of empty plastic stools. Song Fei went straight to the first window, had a meal, and then moved to the second window. Sure enough, the new dishes could not wait to be put out.
"It's early today." The aunts who have been cooking in this area all the year round know Song Fei. There are many students who dare to challenge new dishes, but few of them always come to challenge. As time goes by, she can't bear to show her "shaking wrist" skill when she is serving dishes.
"Well, no class." Song Fei smiles cute, but in fact all his attention is on the dishes. The new red and white dishes remind him of practicing tai chi fan. However, even though he reads countless dishes, he still can't eat right now. "Auntie, what's this today?"
"Fried rice cake with watermelon."
"OK, I'll have Mapo Tofu."
Song Fei likes to taste new things, but he is not absent-minded.
In the middle of the meal, the canteen began to serve people. It was at least half an hour before the peak, so Song Fei didn't care too much and continued to eat his own food. Until someone sits down opposite.
Song Fei's first reaction was to frown. He looked up and wanted to say that there were lots of places on the other side of the class. Why did you squeeze with me? But Qi Yan's face choked in an instant. Fortunately, he ate tofu instead of meat, so he just managed to swallow it.
"What a coincidence." Qi Yan smile, or that unity and fraternity.
Song Fei glanced at the red and white on his plate. He couldn't help but asked, "do you ask what kind of food it is? You just hit it?"
Qi Yan didn't even think about it: "don't ask. You can see at a glance that watermelon fried rice cake."
Song Fei has nothing to say but admiration.
OK, I don't know how to find out. The problem is: "you didn't have such a strong taste before..." I remember when they were together, every time they cooked new dishes, they could make each other speechless.
Qi Yan Leng next, bow to begin to eat: "occasionally also change taste."
Song Fei couldn't see his expression clearly. He just felt that the atmosphere between the two people was a little strange, but he couldn't tell where it was. Fortunately, this difficult subtlety was soon blown away by the other party's "hard to say" expression.
Song Fei kept smiling: "come on, hero, give me a taste."
Qi Yan spits out the New Year cake and for the first time gives it a word: "fuck."
All the Shencai that forced Sanhao students to swear were finally given to the remnant cart. Qi Yan forcibly scraped one third of Song Fei's Mapo Tofu. Even if aunt Da Cai didn't cut it, she couldn't help sharing it. Moreover, when they ate the same dish, it seemed that something was wrong. Later, song Feishi couldn't carry it, so he went to fight a kung pao chicken. As a result, Qi did not see it at all, and the chopsticks poked at the diced chicken.
Song Fei was angry: "which do you eat?"
Qi Yan's face stained with rice grains was full of blankness and innocence: "can't we eat together..."
Song feiji, thinking about it, seems that he can only answer like this: "nothing can't..."
Qi Yan began to laugh again. With rice grains in the corner of his mouth, his face went up several steps miraculously.
Song Fei is about to be blinded, so he doesn't look at him any more and lowers his head to pull the rice.
In fact, when Qi Yan didn't hate him, it was very good. Just like now, he was soft and cute in his handsome and cute in his handsome. Just at that time, he once dreamed of being on it Forget it. Don't mention the past. Life has been stormy.
"By the way, don't go out these days when you're OK." Qi Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks, what soft cute has long gone, and it is the usual imperative sentence.
Song Fei subconsciously wants to sing the opposite tune: "use your tube."
Qi Yan frowned. He could see that he was trying to be patient and keep calm: "a classmate of Archaeology Department died, do you know?"Song Fei was shocked: "really dead? Not to say that he lost contact, but also that he dropped out of school. "
Qi Yan was defeated by him: "you live with him on the same floor. How can you fool him so easily. What's in your head is tofu or paste! "
Both options are not very popular with song.
But Qi Yanshuang finds that he is too tired to be influenced by love, and he still feels comfortable: "it's really dead, and it's a broken body. When he finds it, he has half a leg left, and it's still DNA identification."
Song Fei still had doubts: "it's like you saw it with your own eyes."
"I listened when the Dean discussed it."
Song Fei is silent. Qi Yan will never beat around the Bush, but he will not be alarmist. He thought of the photo again, and then looked at Mapo Tofu and kung pao chicken, he lost his appetite completely.
Qi Yan didn't know Song Fei's psychological shadow, and continued: "that happened at the gate of the University of science and technology the day before yesterday. I always feel that our university town is not peaceful recently. You'd better go out as little as possible."
What's the matter with the University of science and technology
Qi Yan pick eyebrow: "gnaw a face that, don't you know?"
"Wait, wait," Song Fei felt cold. "What's that, say it again?"
"Gnawing face," Qi Yan understood his needs very well and repeated every word clearly, "the videos are all going crazy on Weibo, don't you see?"
Song Fei shakes his head blankly. There are 10000 hot spots in his microblog every day. He usually receives 9999, but if not, he leaves out the only one.
Without saying a word, Qi Yan took out his mobile phone, opened his microblog and found a video that had not been deleted for him to watch.
There is no WiFi in the canteen. Song Fei is very distressed at the thought of the traffic. But soon, he didn't care about it. The video is not clear and the picture is very blurred. It can be seen that one person falls on another person and seems to be gnawing, but it can also be understood as a kiss. If you ignore the scream of the "kiss" person and the exclamation of the photographer.
The video was only ten seconds long, and it stopped suddenly.
Song Fei points to the following comments. The top comment is a revelation that the man was killed by the police, but the victim suddenly stood up to attack the police. The police were helpless and killed him. Later, the injured police were picked up by 120.
"True or false?" Song Fei pointed to the information and asked.
Qi Yan shook his head honestly: "I don't know."
Song Fei looks down again. Most people suspect that both the gnawing person and the gnawed person are addicted to drugs. In the illusion of drugs, one first attacks the other, and then the one who attacks the other gets free. They also begin to be driven by the illusion and attack madly. There is also a connection in the back. It is a similar case in foreign countries. The drug addict attacked the tramp and gnawed his face. In the end, the drug addict was killed and the tramp was seriously injured. However, quite a number of people coax, saying that this is a zombie film, which can be chewed up and attacked, and absolutely forced to be infected. There are also enthusiastic netizens who supplement several domestic videos, saying that they are Street Photos of suspected outbreak of biochemical crisis from all over the country collected on the Internet, shaking mirrors of Yishui, and passers-by of Yishui being attacked, which are far and near, pixels High and low, it looks like a masterpiece of different people, different mobile phones and different places. Finally, this part of netizens concluded that the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear explosion have come, and it's time to stage "2012".
Song Fei didn't believe in the end. In 1999, when the earth was destroyed, his father was as good as glue. At the age of two, he was healthy and strong. In 2012, when the end of the world came, he naively believed that the result of releasing himself was that he was at the bottom of the final term and was beaten by his father. Now he adheres to the scientific outlook on development and strives to build a harmonious society.
But the vicious case is obvious, and there are two cases in one meal. The University of science and technology is close to the University of foreign languages, and it's also very close to them. At the thought that such a thing happened around him, Song Fei felt numb for no reason.
Having no appetite to eat, Song Fei and Qi Yan gave away their plates and left the canteen soon.
The canteen is next to the water room, the supermarket is next to the water room, and the dormitory is next to the supermarket. The four in one constitutes the whole living area.
"I'll draw water. You go back first." Song Fei doesn't know what else to talk with Qi Yan, so he just breaks up on the spot.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yan tilted his head: "coincidentally, I also draw water."
Song Fei sniffed at him with empty hands: "come on, you are good at fighting."
Qi Yan pointed to the door of the water room: "I put the kettle there."
Song Fei has a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the son of a bitch went to the root of the window with him. He saw a bright pink companion beside the green thermos with tight chains.
"You fuckin 'mean it." After all, there is no second person in the school to lock the pot with the car chain!
Qi Yan shook his head seriously: "I put it here first. Didn't you see it when you locked the pot? And because you recognized it as mine, I locked it beside me on purpose. "
Song Fei was stunned and dumb.
Qi Yan's water bottles are popular in the school. He can find more than 100 identical ones within a radius of 10 meters. Moreover, he doesn't leave his own unique mark on the pots like most of his classmates. The bright pink water bottle girl is so clean and graceful. Song Fei really can't remember whether there was this one beside him when he locked the kettle.Well, no matter whether it's true or not, it's just about half a minute to get water together.
In the blink of an eye, two male students with complicated relationships came out of the water room, carrying a heavy thermos.
Song Fei can't wait to break up on the spot for the second time: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy something, you go back first."
Qi Yan tilted his head: "coincidentally, I also buy things."
Fuck, it's just a reason to use it twice. You can't go dim sum if you change the starting point in the choice of words and sentences!!!
Song Fei swears that if he wants to say I won't buy it, he will follow me when I go back to the dormitory.
It's a draught.
Qi Yan seldom smokes, but once in a while is enough for Song Fei. His past experience tells him that the best way to deal with it is to let him smoke.
The supermarket of Song Fei's University was originally called "Xiyangyang". The school operated by itself, with a large area, but the things were incomplete and not new. Even the display was still the style of more than ten years ago. It seemed that there was no desire to buy, and it was about to close down. Later, as soon as the school gritted its teeth and began to attract foreign investment, it soon became "fenduoduo" with a new look inside, just like the pace of connecting with large international chain supermarkets, and its business flourished.
As usual, before entering the supermarket, Song Fei locked the pot beside the handrail of the stairs in front of the supermarket.
Qi Yan watched him lock the car chain again, inexplicably some distressed that small green pot: "you have written like this, don't lock it."
Different from Qi Yan's smooth body, Song Fei's thermos is marked with twelve big words in Black: Curse whirlpool inside the thermos. Whoever steals it will fail!
Song Fei shook his head, feeling that Qi Yan was still too naive: "there are many proletarian fighters in our school who don't engage in feudal superstition. It's useless to intimidate them. They can only be locked."
Qi Yan shrugged his shoulders and didn't want to listen to his unreasonable reasoning.
Ten minutes later, the two returned with a full load. Song Fei's harvest is mainly instant noodles and melon seeds. Qi Yan's is much simpler - ice cream.
Song Fei did not want to make complaints about him: "big brother, cool down today."
Qi Yan took a bite with a smile, deliberately. He's in a good mood now, sweeter than ice cream. It seems that occasionally leaving the library early is also Well, wait a minute.
Song Fei looks at Qi Yan's face which suddenly turns black, and then follows his eyes to see beside the handrail of the supermarket stairs - Xiaolv is all right, Xiaofen is gone.
Song Fei laughs, and he can't be more gloating: "let's pretend you don't want to mark it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
Qi Yan standing in the same place, where there is mood to eat ice cream.
Song Fei shakes the key with pride, shows off, hums a little song and unties the car lock: "see, I'll learn from my brother in the future, and I'll protect you Why When he picked up the kettle, Song Fei realized that something was wrong. He quickly put it down and opened the lid. Sure enough, it was empty and the hot water had disappeared.
"Damn, I'll steal 20 cents of water!"
Qi Yan put the ice cream in his mouth again and felt it was incomparably sweet.
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Qi Yan won the second place in the end, and the first place was from the College of Arts. At first, no one looked at the ugly boy, but when they ran to the last five laps, he and Qi Yan had completely thrown away the rest of their opponents. Qi Yan is tall and has long legs. He runs with a big stride, steady rhythm and pleasing to the eye. He is a head shorter than Qi Yan. He is inferior in stride, but better in frequency. He has a different kind of perseverance in running.
Song Fei holds his mobile phone, but in the second half of the game, he hardly leaves the field. He could see that Qi Yan had tried his best, but he finally followed his opponent and crossed the finish line three steps later. On the radio, I congratulated the College of liberal arts and the College of biological sciences for being the first and the second. I also reported the names of the athletes. Song Fei didn't listen to them very much. All his attention was focused on Qi Yan.
The man bent down on his knees and couldn't hold his breath. Song Fei knew that he was exhausted to the extreme, and the final sprint was to fight to the limit. If I were myself, thought Song Fei, I would be lying on the ground with a big bang and love someone. But it was Qi Yan who wanted to keep his image at all times. He didn't know whether this kind of self-discipline was caused by nature or cultivated.
The finish line is near Song Fei's area. If Qi Yan looks at it at this time, he can definitely look at Song Fei. Moreover, Song Fei and his white robes are hard to lock. But from the beginning to the end, Qi Yan turned his back to this side. Until he left, he didn't look at it.
make complaints about Tucao, Song Fei still make complaints about him. With the character of this product, failure to win the first is equal to failure, and there is no difference between the second and the last. If you think about it like this, you will feel a little frustrated when you go to see that lonely figure.
The sports meeting lasted for two days. In the afternoon of the next day, the students of the sports department who had been busy in the key positions of event organization, referee, scorer and so on finally changed into floor sweepers - the performance competition began.
Usually, there is no harm without comparison, but when the gap between the two is too wide, even if the weak is removed, the strong will still make you gape. It's almost like a gust of wind, whistling in front of me. There's no time to see the figure, so I can only use my naked eyes to trace the noisy dust behind Jian'er.
In the end, 440 students come to the conclusion that there is a specialty in martial arts. Let's practice Tai Chi well.
With the end of the sports meeting, the weather is getting cooler. Some hardy broad-leaved trees in the campus have begun to turn yellow. Occasionally, a few of them fall on the tall and upright pines and cypresses with the wind. The golden leaves with dark green pine needles have a unique beauty.
Song Fei returned to his own regular work and rest: taking compulsory courses, skipping elective courses, chasing new fans, and brushing mobile phones. But after a week, he felt uncomfortable. Originally, Wang Qingyuan was the only person in the dormitory. Every day, he was either reading or writing questions. Xiang Yang usually made friends with his daughter-in-law on his mobile phone, while Ren zhe was very difficult to see him in class from morning to night. He was either teasing Xuemei or on his way. But in recent days, 440 days full, and in addition to Song Fei holding a notebook, the rest of the three are hard at the desk, light from the back can see the word "diligent".
There was no class in the afternoon. Song Fei realized that it was a good time in the evening, but he ended up with "waking up in a strange and terrible silence". The reason for this is that this silence is not pure silence, but 99% silence + 1% subtle low decibel sound. This low decibel is a combination of occasional book flipping and NIB scratching. It is particularly "exciting" under the background of 99% silence.
When Song Fei sat up in the upper berth, the setting sun was just right. 440 is shrouded in a warm and soft halo, together with a "muddleheaded" in the upper bunk and three "good students" at the next table. At this moment, the backs of roommates working at their desks perfectly coincide with their ex boyfriends. The weather beaten classmate song has a thrilling feeling of "just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's Den".
"Well," Song Fei cleared his throat and asked cautiously, "well, can I interrupt you two?"
The words were said to three people, but Wang Qingyuan didn't move with tacit understanding, while Xiang Yang and Ren zhe raised their heads enthusiastically -
"what's the matter?"
"What for?"
Song Fei is very pleased, at least the roommates are still accurate in their positioning.
"It's up to me to ask you two. Are you possessed or possessed? Do you want to go to heaven so hard?"
Ren zhe gives Xiangyang a look, a sign, you say.
The latter nodded, looked up and said, "brother, I'm not happy
Song Fei seems to see the real topic on the other side's desk is emitting the colorful glow of blinding eyes.
"The question is, haven't you both passed level Four?" It's sad to say this, but Song Fei can't care about it. He wants to defend the dignity of "the only real man who disdains grade 4".
But the two roommates looked at each other, and finally agreed: "yes, so we are reviewing CET-6."
It's Song Fei's turn to be silly. He suspects that he has a auditory hallucination: "are you two going to take CET-6? Yangzi, didn't you say that you won't touch any English books in your life after CET-4! Ren Zhe, Chinese should be popularized all over the world. Did you say that
Xiangyang put down his pen, as if recalling the past, Xiaoxiao Sasa, distant eyes blurred. A moment later, he looked at Song Fei and sighed, "young man, you don't understand. There is a kind of assiduousness that makes your daughter-in-law think you should be assiduous."Song Fei swallows his saliva and suddenly wants to give his classmates a comforting hug.
"And you? You don't have a daughter-in-law. " Xiangyang's helplessness can be understood, Ren Zhe's efforts have no reason.
Don't want Ren Zhe to shake elegant hair: "brother, haven't you seen the reality clearly, you can rely on academic performance to tease younger sister's time is less than three years, young don't work hard, old man is sad!"
Song Fei swallows his saliva again, and finally feels that if he wants to sleep, he should be punished.
"I'll go downstairs and get some water. Who wants to take it with me..." Song Fei jumps out of bed and decides to go to the boiling water room to calm down.
Wang Qingyuan: "no need."
Ren zhe: "just finished at noon."
Xiang Yang: "I'll go later and have a meal in the canteen."
As soon as I entered the University, I was a passer-by. He doesn't even need to fight for water. Song Fei is sad.
After being confiscated and criticized by the director, Song Fei's dormitory is very self-contained. These days, they go downstairs to fetch water with a thermos. Song Fei is ready to eat first, then draw water, so he puts the emerald green thermos in the sea like thermos array in front of the door of the water room, and leans under the window sill of the water room. One is that the position is easy to remember, and the other is that the window has a guardrail, which is convenient for him to lock the thermos with the iron railing with the bicycle lock he carries.
How painful it is to understand the fire prevention, theft prevention and dropping prevention pot.
The canteen just arrived at five o'clock is cold and clean, and the dishes are not complete, let alone the students. At a glance, there were only a few heads, and the rest were rows of empty plastic stools. Song Fei went straight to the first window, had a meal, and then moved to the second window. Sure enough, the new dishes could not wait to be put out.
"It's early today." The aunts who have been cooking in this area all the year round know Song Fei. There are many students who dare to challenge new dishes, but few of them always come to challenge. As time goes by, she can't bear to show her "shaking wrist" skill when she is serving dishes.
"Well, no class." Song Fei smiles cute, but in fact all his attention is on the dishes. The new red and white dishes remind him of practicing tai chi fan. However, even though he reads countless dishes, he still can't eat right now. "Auntie, what's this today?"
"Fried rice cake with watermelon."
"OK, I'll have Mapo Tofu."
Song Fei likes to taste new things, but he is not absent-minded.
In the middle of the meal, the canteen began to serve people. It was at least half an hour before the peak, so Song Fei didn't care too much and continued to eat his own food. Until someone sits down opposite.
Song Fei's first reaction was to frown. He looked up and wanted to say that there were lots of places on the other side of the class. Why did you squeeze with me? But Qi Yan's face choked in an instant. Fortunately, he ate tofu instead of meat, so he just managed to swallow it.
"What a coincidence." Qi Yan smile, or that unity and fraternity.
Song Fei glanced at the red and white on his plate. He couldn't help but asked, "do you ask what kind of food it is? You just hit it?"
Qi Yan didn't even think about it: "don't ask. You can see at a glance that watermelon fried rice cake."
Song Fei has nothing to say but admiration.
OK, I don't know how to find out. The problem is: "you didn't have such a strong taste before..." I remember when they were together, every time they cooked new dishes, they could make each other speechless.
Qi Yan Leng next, bow to begin to eat: "occasionally also change taste."
Song Fei couldn't see his expression clearly. He just felt that the atmosphere between the two people was a little strange, but he couldn't tell where it was. Fortunately, this difficult subtlety was soon blown away by the other party's "hard to say" expression.
Song Fei kept smiling: "come on, hero, give me a taste."
Qi Yan spits out the New Year cake and for the first time gives it a word: "fuck."
All the Shencai that forced Sanhao students to swear were finally given to the remnant cart. Qi Yan forcibly scraped one third of Song Fei's Mapo Tofu. Even if aunt Da Cai didn't cut it, she couldn't help sharing it. Moreover, when they ate the same dish, it seemed that something was wrong. Later, song Feishi couldn't carry it, so he went to fight a kung pao chicken. As a result, Qi did not see it at all, and the chopsticks poked at the diced chicken.
Song Fei was angry: "which do you eat?"
Qi Yan's face stained with rice grains was full of blankness and innocence: "can't we eat together..."
Song feiji, thinking about it, seems that he can only answer like this: "nothing can't..."
Qi Yan began to laugh again. With rice grains in the corner of his mouth, his face went up several steps miraculously.
Song Fei is about to be blinded, so he doesn't look at him any more and lowers his head to pull the rice.
In fact, when Qi Yan didn't hate him, it was very good. Just like now, he was soft and cute in his handsome and cute in his handsome. Just at that time, he once dreamed of being on it Forget it. Don't mention the past. Life has been stormy.
"By the way, don't go out these days when you're OK." Qi Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks, what soft cute has long gone, and it is the usual imperative sentence.
Song Fei subconsciously wants to sing the opposite tune: "use your tube."
Qi Yan frowned. He could see that he was trying to be patient and keep calm: "a classmate of Archaeology Department died, do you know?"Song Fei was shocked: "really dead? Not to say that he lost contact, but also that he dropped out of school. "
Qi Yan was defeated by him: "you live with him on the same floor. How can you fool him so easily. What's in your head is tofu or paste! "
Both options are not very popular with song.
But Qi Yanshuang finds that he is too tired to be influenced by love, and he still feels comfortable: "it's really dead, and it's a broken body. When he finds it, he has half a leg left, and it's still DNA identification."
Song Fei still had doubts: "it's like you saw it with your own eyes."
"I listened when the Dean discussed it."
Song Fei is silent. Qi Yan will never beat around the Bush, but he will not be alarmist. He thought of the photo again, and then looked at Mapo Tofu and kung pao chicken, he lost his appetite completely.
Qi Yan didn't know Song Fei's psychological shadow, and continued: "that happened at the gate of the University of science and technology the day before yesterday. I always feel that our university town is not peaceful recently. You'd better go out as little as possible."
What's the matter with the University of science and technology
Qi Yan pick eyebrow: "gnaw a face that, don't you know?"
"Wait, wait," Song Fei felt cold. "What's that, say it again?"
"Gnawing face," Qi Yan understood his needs very well and repeated every word clearly, "the videos are all going crazy on Weibo, don't you see?"
Song Fei shakes his head blankly. There are 10000 hot spots in his microblog every day. He usually receives 9999, but if not, he leaves out the only one.
Without saying a word, Qi Yan took out his mobile phone, opened his microblog and found a video that had not been deleted for him to watch.
There is no WiFi in the canteen. Song Fei is very distressed at the thought of the traffic. But soon, he didn't care about it. The video is not clear and the picture is very blurred. It can be seen that one person falls on another person and seems to be gnawing, but it can also be understood as a kiss. If you ignore the scream of the "kiss" person and the exclamation of the photographer.
The video was only ten seconds long, and it stopped suddenly.
Song Fei points to the following comments. The top comment is a revelation that the man was killed by the police, but the victim suddenly stood up to attack the police. The police were helpless and killed him. Later, the injured police were picked up by 120.
"True or false?" Song Fei pointed to the information and asked.
Qi Yan shook his head honestly: "I don't know."
Song Fei looks down again. Most people suspect that both the gnawing person and the gnawed person are addicted to drugs. In the illusion of drugs, one first attacks the other, and then the one who attacks the other gets free. They also begin to be driven by the illusion and attack madly. There is also a connection in the back. It is a similar case in foreign countries. The drug addict attacked the tramp and gnawed his face. In the end, the drug addict was killed and the tramp was seriously injured. However, quite a number of people coax, saying that this is a zombie film, which can be chewed up and attacked, and absolutely forced to be infected. There are also enthusiastic netizens who supplement several domestic videos, saying that they are Street Photos of suspected outbreak of biochemical crisis from all over the country collected on the Internet, shaking mirrors of Yishui, and passers-by of Yishui being attacked, which are far and near, pixels High and low, it looks like a masterpiece of different people, different mobile phones and different places. Finally, this part of netizens concluded that the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear explosion have come, and it's time to stage "2012".
Song Fei didn't believe in the end. In 1999, when the earth was destroyed, his father was as good as glue. At the age of two, he was healthy and strong. In 2012, when the end of the world came, he naively believed that the result of releasing himself was that he was at the bottom of the final term and was beaten by his father. Now he adheres to the scientific outlook on development and strives to build a harmonious society.
But the vicious case is obvious, and there are two cases in one meal. The University of science and technology is close to the University of foreign languages, and it's also very close to them. At the thought that such a thing happened around him, Song Fei felt numb for no reason.
Having no appetite to eat, Song Fei and Qi Yan gave away their plates and left the canteen soon.
The canteen is next to the water room, the supermarket is next to the water room, and the dormitory is next to the supermarket. The four in one constitutes the whole living area.
"I'll draw water. You go back first." Song Fei doesn't know what else to talk with Qi Yan, so he just breaks up on the spot.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yan tilted his head: "coincidentally, I also draw water."
Song Fei sniffed at him with empty hands: "come on, you are good at fighting."
Qi Yan pointed to the door of the water room: "I put the kettle there."
Song Fei has a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the son of a bitch went to the root of the window with him. He saw a bright pink companion beside the green thermos with tight chains.
"You fuckin 'mean it." After all, there is no second person in the school to lock the pot with the car chain!
Qi Yan shook his head seriously: "I put it here first. Didn't you see it when you locked the pot? And because you recognized it as mine, I locked it beside me on purpose. "
Song Fei was stunned and dumb.
Qi Yan's water bottles are popular in the school. He can find more than 100 identical ones within a radius of 10 meters. Moreover, he doesn't leave his own unique mark on the pots like most of his classmates. The bright pink water bottle girl is so clean and graceful. Song Fei really can't remember whether there was this one beside him when he locked the kettle.Well, no matter whether it's true or not, it's just about half a minute to get water together.
In the blink of an eye, two male students with complicated relationships came out of the water room, carrying a heavy thermos.
Song Fei can't wait to break up on the spot for the second time: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy something, you go back first."
Qi Yan tilted his head: "coincidentally, I also buy things."
Fuck, it's just a reason to use it twice. You can't go dim sum if you change the starting point in the choice of words and sentences!!!
Song Fei swears that if he wants to say I won't buy it, he will follow me when I go back to the dormitory.
It's a draught.
Qi Yan seldom smokes, but once in a while is enough for Song Fei. His past experience tells him that the best way to deal with it is to let him smoke.
The supermarket of Song Fei's University was originally called "Xiyangyang". The school operated by itself, with a large area, but the things were incomplete and not new. Even the display was still the style of more than ten years ago. It seemed that there was no desire to buy, and it was about to close down. Later, as soon as the school gritted its teeth and began to attract foreign investment, it soon became "fenduoduo" with a new look inside, just like the pace of connecting with large international chain supermarkets, and its business flourished.
As usual, before entering the supermarket, Song Fei locked the pot beside the handrail of the stairs in front of the supermarket.
Qi Yan watched him lock the car chain again, inexplicably some distressed that small green pot: "you have written like this, don't lock it."
Different from Qi Yan's smooth body, Song Fei's thermos is marked with twelve big words in Black: Curse whirlpool inside the thermos. Whoever steals it will fail!
Song Fei shook his head, feeling that Qi Yan was still too naive: "there are many proletarian fighters in our school who don't engage in feudal superstition. It's useless to intimidate them. They can only be locked."
Qi Yan shrugged his shoulders and didn't want to listen to his unreasonable reasoning.
Ten minutes later, the two returned with a full load. Song Fei's harvest is mainly instant noodles and melon seeds. Qi Yan's is much simpler - ice cream.
Song Fei did not want to make complaints about him: "big brother, cool down today."
Qi Yan took a bite with a smile, deliberately. He's in a good mood now, sweeter than ice cream. It seems that occasionally leaving the library early is also Well, wait a minute.
Song Fei looks at Qi Yan's face which suddenly turns black, and then follows his eyes to see beside the handrail of the supermarket stairs - Xiaolv is all right, Xiaofen is gone.
Song Fei laughs, and he can't be more gloating: "let's pretend you don't want to mark it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."
Qi Yan standing in the same place, where there is mood to eat ice cream.
Song Fei shakes the key with pride, shows off, hums a little song and unties the car lock: "see, I'll learn from my brother in the future, and I'll protect you Why When he picked up the kettle, Song Fei realized that something was wrong. He quickly put it down and opened the lid. Sure enough, it was empty and the hot water had disappeared.
"Damn, I'll steal 20 cents of water!"
Qi Yan put the ice cream in his mouth again and felt it was incomparably sweet.
Qi Yan won the second place in the end, and the first place was from the College of Arts. At first, no one looked at the ugly boy, but when they ran to the last five laps, he and Qi Yan had completely thrown away the rest of their opponents. Qi Yan is tall and has long legs. He runs with a big stride, steady rhythm and pleasing to the eye. He is a head shorter than Qi Yan. He is inferior in stride, but better in frequency. He has a different kind of perseverance in running. Song Fei holds his mobile phone, but in the second half of the game, he hardly leaves the field. He could see that Qi Yan had tried his best, but he finally followed his opponent and crossed the finish line three steps later. On the radio, I congratulated the College of liberal arts and the College of biological sciences for being the first and the second. I also reported the names of the athletes. Song Fei didn't listen to them very much. All his attention was focused on Qi Yan. The man bent down on his knees and couldn't hold his breath. Song Fei knew that he was exhausted to the extreme, and the final sprint was to fight to the limit. If I were myself, thought Song Fei, I would be lying on the ground with a big bang and love someone. But it was Qi Yan who wanted to keep his image at all times. He didn't know whether this kind of self-discipline was caused by nature or cultivated. The finish line is near Song Fei's area. If Qi Yan looks at it at this time, he can definitely look at Song Fei. Moreover, Song Fei and his white robes are hard to lock. But from the beginning to the end, Qi Yan turned his back to this side. Until he left, he didn't look at it. make complaints about Tucao, Song Fei still make complaints about him. With the character of this product, failure to win the first is equal to failure, and there is no difference between the second and the last. If you think about it like this, you will feel a little frustrated when you go to see that lonely figure. The sports meeting lasted for two days. In the afternoon of the next day, the students of the sports department who had been busy in the key positions of event organization, referee, scorer and so on finally changed into floor sweepers - the performance competition began. Usually, there is no harm without comparison, but when the gap between the two is too wide, even if the weak is removed, the strong will still make you gape. It's almost like a gust of wind, whistling in front of me. There's no time to see the figure, so I can only use my naked eyes to trace the noisy dust behind Jian'er. In the end, 440 students come to the conclusion that there is a specialty in martial arts. Let's practice Tai Chi well. With the end of the sports meeting, the weather is getting cooler. Some hardy broad-leaved trees in the campus have begun to turn yellow. Occasionally, a few of them fall on the tall and upright pines and cypresses with the wind. The golden leaves with dark green pine needles have a unique beauty. Song Fei returned to his own regular work and rest: taking compulsory courses, skipping elective courses, chasing new fans, and brushing mobile phones. But after a week, he felt uncomfortable. Originally, Wang Qingyuan was the only person in the dormitory. Every day, he was either reading or writing questions. Xiang Yang usually made friends with his daughter-in-law on his mobile phone, while Ren zhe was very difficult to see him in class from morning to night. He was either teasing Xuemei or on his way. But in recent days, 440 days full, and in addition to Song Fei holding a notebook, the rest of the three are hard at the desk, light from the back can see the word "diligent". There was no class in the afternoon. Song Fei realized that it was a good time in the evening, but he ended up with "waking up in a strange and terrible silence". The reason for this is that this silence is not pure silence, but 99% silence + 1% subtle low decibel sound. This low decibel is a combination of occasional book flipping and NIB scratching. It is particularly "exciting" under the background of 99% silence. When Song Fei sat up in the upper berth, the setting sun was just right. 440 is shrouded in a warm and soft halo, together with a "muddleheaded" in the upper bunk and three "good students" at the next table. At this moment, the backs of roommates working at their desks perfectly coincide with their ex boyfriends. The weather beaten classmate song has a thrilling feeling of "just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's Den". "Well," Song Fei cleared his throat and asked cautiously, "well, can I interrupt you two?" The words were said to three people, but Wang Qingyuan didn't move with tacit understanding, while Xiang Yang and Ren zhe raised their heads enthusiastically - "what's the matter?" "What for?" Song Fei is very pleased, at least the roommates are still accurate in their positioning. "It's up to me to ask you two. Are you possessed or possessed? Do you want to go to heaven so hard?" Ren zhe gives Xiangyang a look, a sign, you say. The latter nodded, looked up and said, "brother, I'm not happy Song Fei seems to see the real topic on the other side's desk is emitting the colorful glow of blinding eyes. "The question is, haven't you both passed level Four?" It's sad to say this, but Song Fei can't care about it. He wants to defend the dignity of "the only real man who disdains grade 4". But the two roommates looked at each other, and finally agreed: "yes, so we are reviewing CET-6." It's Song Fei's turn to be silly. He suspects that he has a auditory hallucination: "are you two going to take CET-6? Yangzi, didn't you say that you won't touch any English books in your life after CET-4! Ren Zhe, Chinese should be popularized all over the world. Did you say that Xiangyang put down his pen, as if recalling the past, Xiaoxiao Sasa, distant eyes blurred. A moment later, he looked at Song Fei and sighed, "young man, you don't understand. There is a kind of assiduousness that makes your daughter-in-law think you should be assiduous."Song Fei swallows his saliva and suddenly wants to give his classmates a comforting hug. "And you? You don't have a daughter-in-law. " Xiangyang's helplessness can be understood, Ren Zhe's efforts have no reason. Don't want Ren Zhe to shake elegant hair: "brother, haven't you seen the reality clearly, you can rely on academic performance to tease younger sister's time is less than three years, young don't work hard, old man is sad!" Song Fei swallows his saliva again, and finally feels that if he wants to sleep, he should be punished. "I'll go downstairs and get some water. Who wants to take it with me..." Song Fei jumps out of bed and decides to go to the boiling water room to calm down. Wang Qingyuan: "no need." Ren zhe: "just finished at noon." Xiang Yang: "I'll go later and have a meal in the canteen." As soon as I entered the University, I was a passer-by. He doesn't even need to fight for water. Song Fei is sad. After being confiscated and criticized by the director, Song Fei's dormitory is very self-contained. These days, they go downstairs to fetch water with a thermos. Song Fei is ready to eat first, then draw water, so he puts the emerald green thermos in the sea like thermos array in front of the door of the water room, and leans under the window sill of the water room. One is that the position is easy to remember, and the other is that the window has a guardrail, which is convenient for him to lock the thermos with the iron railing with the bicycle lock he carries. How painful it is to understand the fire prevention, theft prevention and dropping prevention pot. The canteen just arrived at five o'clock is cold and clean, and the dishes are not complete, let alone the students. At a glance, there were only a few heads, and the rest were rows of empty plastic stools. Song Fei went straight to the first window, had a meal, and then moved to the second window. Sure enough, the new dishes could not wait to be put out. "It's early today." The aunts who have been cooking in this area all the year round know Song Fei. There are many students who dare to challenge new dishes, but few of them always come to challenge. As time goes by, she can't bear to show her "shaking wrist" skill when she is serving dishes. "Well, no class." Song Fei smiles cute, but in fact all his attention is on the dishes. The new red and white dishes remind him of practicing tai chi fan. However, even though he reads countless dishes, he still can't eat right now. "Auntie, what's this today?" "Fried rice cake with watermelon." "OK, I'll have Mapo Tofu." Song Fei likes to taste new things, but he is not absent-minded. In the middle of the meal, the canteen began to serve people. It was at least half an hour before the peak, so Song Fei didn't care too much and continued to eat his own food. Until someone sits down opposite. Song Fei's first reaction was to frown. He looked up and wanted to say that there were lots of places on the other side of the class. Why did you squeeze with me? But Qi Yan's face choked in an instant. Fortunately, he ate tofu instead of meat, so he just managed to swallow it. "What a coincidence." Qi Yan smile, or that unity and fraternity. Song Fei glanced at the red and white on his plate. He couldn't help but asked, "do you ask what kind of food it is? You just hit it?" Qi Yan didn't even think about it: "don't ask. You can see at a glance that watermelon fried rice cake." Song Fei has nothing to say but admiration. OK, I don't know how to find out. The problem is: "you didn't have such a strong taste before..." I remember when they were together, every time they cooked new dishes, they could make each other speechless. Qi Yan Leng next, bow to begin to eat: "occasionally also change taste." Song Fei couldn't see his expression clearly. He just felt that the atmosphere between the two people was a little strange, but he couldn't tell where it was. Fortunately, this difficult subtlety was soon blown away by the other party's "hard to say" expression. Song Fei kept smiling: "come on, hero, give me a taste." Qi Yan spits out the New Year cake and for the first time gives it a word: "fuck." All the Shencai that forced Sanhao students to swear were finally given to the remnant cart. Qi Yan forcibly scraped one third of Song Fei's Mapo Tofu. Even if aunt Da Cai didn't cut it, she couldn't help sharing it. Moreover, when they ate the same dish, it seemed that something was wrong. Later, song Feishi couldn't carry it, so he went to fight a kung pao chicken. As a result, Qi did not see it at all, and the chopsticks poked at the diced chicken. Song Fei was angry: "which do you eat?" Qi Yan's face stained with rice grains was full of blankness and innocence: "can't we eat together..." Song feiji, thinking about it, seems that he can only answer like this: "nothing can't..." Qi Yan began to laugh again. With rice grains in the corner of his mouth, his face went up several steps miraculously. Song Fei is about to be blinded, so he doesn't look at him any more and lowers his head to pull the rice. In fact, when Qi Yan didn't hate him, it was very good. Just like now, he was soft and cute in his handsome and cute in his handsome. Just at that time, he once dreamed of being on it Forget it. Don't mention the past. Life has been stormy. "By the way, don't go out these days when you're OK." Qi Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks, what soft cute has long gone, and it is the usual imperative sentence. Song Fei subconsciously wants to sing the opposite tune: "use your tube." Qi Yan frowned. He could see that he was trying to be patient and keep calm: "a classmate of Archaeology Department died, do you know?"Song Fei was shocked: "really dead? Not to say that he lost contact, but also that he dropped out of school. " Qi Yan was defeated by him: "you live with him on the same floor. How can you fool him so easily. What's in your head is tofu or paste! " Both options are not very popular with song. But Qi Yanshuang finds that he is too tired to be influenced by love, and he still feels comfortable: "it's really dead, and it's a broken body. When he finds it, he has half a leg left, and it's still DNA identification." Song Fei still had doubts: "it's like you saw it with your own eyes." "I listened when the Dean discussed it." Song Fei is silent. Qi Yan will never beat around the Bush, but he will not be alarmist. He thought of the photo again, and then looked at Mapo Tofu and kung pao chicken, he lost his appetite completely. Qi Yan didn't know Song Fei's psychological shadow, and continued: "that happened at the gate of the University of science and technology the day before yesterday. I always feel that our university town is not peaceful recently. You'd better go out as little as possible." What's the matter with the University of science and technology Qi Yan pick eyebrow: "gnaw a face that, don't you know?" "Wait, wait," Song Fei felt cold. "What's that, say it again?" "Gnawing face," Qi Yan understood his needs very well and repeated every word clearly, "the videos are all going crazy on Weibo, don't you see?" Song Fei shakes his head blankly. There are 10000 hot spots in his microblog every day. He usually receives 9999, but if not, he leaves out the only one. Without saying a word, Qi Yan took out his mobile phone, opened his microblog and found a video that had not been deleted for him to watch. There is no WiFi in the canteen. Song Fei is very distressed at the thought of the traffic. But soon, he didn't care about it. The video is not clear and the picture is very blurred. It can be seen that one person falls on another person and seems to be gnawing, but it can also be understood as a kiss. If you ignore the scream of the "kiss" person and the exclamation of the photographer. The video was only ten seconds long, and it stopped suddenly. Song Fei points to the following comments. The top comment is a revelation that the man was killed by the police, but the victim suddenly stood up to attack the police. The police were helpless and killed him. Later, the injured police were picked up by 120. "True or false?" Song Fei pointed to the information and asked. Qi Yan shook his head honestly: "I don't know." Song Fei looks down again. Most people suspect that both the gnawing person and the gnawed person are addicted to drugs. In the illusion of drugs, one first attacks the other, and then the one who attacks the other gets free. They also begin to be driven by the illusion and attack madly. There is also a connection in the back. It is a similar case in foreign countries. The drug addict attacked the tramp and gnawed his face. In the end, the drug addict was killed and the tramp was seriously injured. However, quite a number of people coax, saying that this is a zombie film, which can be chewed up and attacked, and absolutely forced to be infected. There are also enthusiastic netizens who supplement several domestic videos, saying that they are Street Photos of suspected outbreak of biochemical crisis from all over the country collected on the Internet, shaking mirrors of Yishui, and passers-by of Yishui being attacked, which are far and near, pixels High and low, it looks like a masterpiece of different people, different mobile phones and different places. Finally, this part of netizens concluded that the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear explosion have come, and it's time to stage "2012". Song Fei didn't believe in the end. In 1999, when the earth was destroyed, his father was as good as glue. At the age of two, he was healthy and strong. In 2012, when the end of the world came, he naively believed that the result of releasing himself was that he was at the bottom of the final term and was beaten by his father. Now he adheres to the scientific outlook on development and strives to build a harmonious society. But the vicious case is obvious, and there are two cases in one meal. The University of science and technology is close to the University of foreign languages, and it's also very close to them. At the thought that such a thing happened around him, Song Fei felt numb for no reason. Having no appetite to eat, Song Fei and Qi Yan gave away their plates and left the canteen soon. The canteen is next to the water room, the supermarket is next to the water room, and the dormitory is next to the supermarket. The four in one constitutes the whole living area. "I'll draw water. You go back first." Song Fei doesn't know what else to talk with Qi Yan, so he just breaks up on the spot. Unexpectedly, Qi Yan tilted his head: "coincidentally, I also draw water." Song Fei sniffed at him with empty hands: "come on, you are good at fighting." Qi Yan pointed to the door of the water room: "I put the kettle there." Song Fei has a bad feeling. Sure enough, the son of a bitch went to the root of the window with him. He saw a bright pink companion beside the green thermos with tight chains. "You fuckin 'mean it." After all, there is no second person in the school to lock the pot with the car chain! Qi Yan shook his head seriously: "I put it here first. Didn't you see it when you locked the pot? And because you recognized it as mine, I locked it beside me on purpose. " Song Fei was stunned and dumb. Qi Yan's water bottles are popular in the school. He can find more than 100 identical ones within a radius of 10 meters. Moreover, he doesn't leave his own unique mark on the pots like most of his classmates. The bright pink water bottle girl is so clean and graceful. Song Fei really can't remember whether there was this one beside him when he locked the kettle.Well, no matter whether it's true or not, it's just about half a minute to get water together. In the blink of an eye, two male students with complicated relationships came out of the water room, carrying a heavy thermos. Song Fei can't wait to break up on the spot for the second time: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy something, you go back first." Qi Yan tilted his head: "coincidentally, I also buy things." Fuck, it's just a reason to use it twice. You can't go dim sum if you change the starting point in the choice of words and sentences!!! Song Fei swears that if he wants to say I won't buy it, he will follow me when I go back to the dormitory. It's a draught. Qi Yan seldom smokes, but once in a while is enough for Song Fei. His past experience tells him that the best way to deal with it is to let him smoke. The supermarket of Song Fei's University was originally called "Xiyangyang". The school operated by itself, with a large area, but the things were incomplete and not new. Even the display was still the style of more than ten years ago. It seemed that there was no desire to buy, and it was about to close down. Later, as soon as the school gritted its teeth and began to attract foreign investment, it soon became "fenduoduo" with a new look inside, just like the pace of connecting with large international chain supermarkets, and its business flourished. As usual, before entering the supermarket, Song Fei locked the pot beside the handrail of the stairs in front of the supermarket. Qi Yan watched him lock the car chain again, inexplicably some distressed that small green pot: "you have written like this, don't lock it." Different from Qi Yan's smooth body, Song Fei's thermos is marked with twelve big words in Black: Curse whirlpool inside the thermos. Whoever steals it will fail! Song Fei shook his head, feeling that Qi Yan was still too naive: "there are many proletarian fighters in our school who don't engage in feudal superstition. It's useless to intimidate them. They can only be locked." Qi Yan shrugged his shoulders and didn't want to listen to his unreasonable reasoning. Ten minutes later, the two returned with a full load. Song Fei's harvest is mainly instant noodles and melon seeds. Qi Yan's is much simpler - ice cream. Song Fei did not want to make complaints about him: "big brother, cool down today." Qi Yan took a bite with a smile, deliberately. He's in a good mood now, sweeter than ice cream. It seems that occasionally leaving the library early is also Well, wait a minute. Song Fei looks at Qi Yan's face which suddenly turns black, and then follows his eyes to see beside the handrail of the supermarket stairs - Xiaolv is all right, Xiaofen is gone. Song Fei laughs, and he can't be more gloating: "let's pretend you don't want to mark it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Qi Yan standing in the same place, where there is mood to eat ice cream. Song Fei shakes the key with pride, shows off, hums a little song and unties the car lock: "see, I'll learn from my brother in the future, and I'll protect you Why When he picked up the kettle, Song Fei realized that something was wrong. He quickly put it down and opened the lid. Sure enough, it was empty and the hot water had disappeared. "Damn, I'll steal 20 cents of water!" Qi Yan put the ice cream in his mouth again and felt it was incomparably sweet.
