Life is a Game

By the time Jiang Feng finished writing the big questions on the 6 papers, it was already past lunch time.

As soon as he looked up, Jiang Feng felt that it was dawn.

Turning his head again, Jiang Feng found that Wang Hao had fallen asleep and fell headfirst on the book, presumably falling asleep with knowledge.

According to the principles of biology, the knowledge in books with high concentration of knowledge will flow to Wang Hao's brain with low concentration of knowledge, rounded up like this, Wang Hao seems to be sleeping on the surface, but in fact he may be with Zhou Gong Study physics.

"Haozi wake up, I'm done." Jiang Feng shook Wang Hao violently to wake him up.

Wang Hao woke up suddenly, and his memory was still at the moment before he fell headfirst on the book, muttering: "Liquid crystal is a fluid liquid within a certain temperature range, and it also has optical birefringence. crystals."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"Digital Light Processing DLP technology adopts... adopts..." Wang Hao wiped his saliva, gradually recovered his sanity, and found that he still didn't remember.

"Use all-digital technology to process images." Jiang Feng said helplessly. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong. He picked up the book that had been under Wang Hao's face before.

"Optoelectronic Display Technology"

Sure enough, Wang Hao failed more than one class last year.

"Why did you fail this course? Isn't this course basically all concepts and nothing to count?" Jiang Feng questioned.

Wang Hao looked sad, and looked at Jiang Feng as a fan of meat eating: "Brother Feng, don't you remember the key points drawn by Dean Huang?"

"You still memorize the key points drawn by Dean Huang? Isn't he famous for making up the key points of the make-up exam every year?" Jiang Feng was puzzled, thinking that Wang Hao had memorized the key points drawn by Dean Huang.

Wang Hao looked sad, and the past was unbearable: "I thought...his final paper and re-examination paper would at least overlap to a certain extent, because it was too late to memorize the whole book, so I memorized the key points he had drawn."

The results speak for themselves.

Jiang Feng remembered that he had such a naive idea when he was a freshman, but that time he was lucky and barely passed the grade. Thinking of this, Jiang Feng couldn't help but patted Wang Hao's shoulder with empathy and comforted him: "It's okay, at least you can pass the make-up exam this time."

"I forgot to memorize it at the end of the term."

Jiang Feng: ...

It's hopeless, wait for death, rebuild, delay completion.

In just a few minutes, Wang Hao forgot the sadness that the make-up exam had brought him, and he was alive and well as a hero, and began to think about where to go for dinner.

"Brother Feng, it's already 3 o'clock, let's go have afternoon tea." Wang Hao suggested, he was hungry after sleeping for several hours.

Jiang Feng was thinking about it: "Food Street?"

Wang Hao nodded, and the two looked at each other with a tacit understanding. The tacit understanding between roommates for many years is reflected in this moment.

"Fang Kee Porridge Shop!"

"beef noodles!"

Jiang Feng \u0026 Wang Hao:? ? ?

"Brother Feng, what kind of noodles are you having for this afternoon tea? You must have porridge!" Wang Hao had a look of disbelief.

"I haven't eaten all day. How could I go for porridge? It must be noodles!" Jiang Feng said that those who drink porridge at afternoon tea are heretics.

Wang Hao had an idea, and came up with a plan: "Brother Feng, I remember that there is a noodle shop opposite the original shop of yours. Didn't Fangji Congee Shop take you

. Is vnxvmxnx up? Just in time, I will go to Fangji Congee Shop to pack porridge, and then go to the noodle shop to eat with you, you eat noodles and I drink porridge, perfect match! "

Jiang Feng nodded. He brought his mobile phone and Wang Hao brought money. The two left the dormitory and went to the food street to eat.

On the first day of school, and it happened to be the time for class in the afternoon, Jiang Feng didn't see anyone in the school. Most majors do not have professional courses in their senior year, and only one or two courses can be taken. In most cases, the teacher stays in the public class teaching mobile phones. As a result, there is still a professional course to be taken in the first semester of senior year.

By this time, no one is in the mood to go to class. Those who take the postgraduate entrance examination have reached the final sprint stage, and those who are looking for a job have been running around since the summer vacation, not to mention that everyone has a job hanging over their heads. Thanks to someone Very strict graduation thesis.

Fortunately, the teacher of the professional class is also a salty fish. During the summer vacation, he directly stated that everyone only needs to come to the first class, and the rest of the classes are free. Just hand in a paper at the end of the semester.

If he hadn't stayed for the first class, Jiang Feng felt that after the counselor's class meeting was over tonight, half of their class would have to leave.

Passing by the basketball court, Jiang Feng and Wang Hao couldn't help feeling a sense of schadenfreude when they saw the poor freshmen and sophomores happily playing basketball under the scorching sun.

Physical education electives, whether it is yoga, taekwondo, aerobics, badminton or volleyball, are all indoors, even Tai Chi is indoors, but basketball is outdoors. Back then, Jiang Feng believed Wang Hao's nonsense - "a real man should play basketball", and chose basketball for a while, but he was almost sunburned to death in the dilapidated basketball court.

Fuck you real man, I choose interior.

Sitting in the dormitory before, I didn't feel it, but now walking outside with Wang Hao, Jiang Feng suddenly felt that Wang Hao seemed to be much thinner than last semester.

"Haozi, did you go to the gym to exercise during the summer vacation? I think you have lost a lot of weight." Jiang Feng couldn't help feeling that the power of love is really great. Wang Hao used to get fat for love, and now he is thin for love.

"In the summer vacation, I must lie at home and turn on the air conditioner. How could I go out to exercise." Wang Hao looked like a fat house, "Brother Feng, you don't know, I'm used to eating the dishes made by your family, so go back and eat again My mother's cooking, the difference is that it falls directly from Mount Everest to the Tarim Basin! I'm still alive and skinny."

"Then you have to get used to it, I guess you won't be able to eat it in the future."

"How could it be? Brother Feng, I have already found an internship in Beiping." Wang Hao looked smug.

"Oh? Which photovoltaic company?" Jiang Feng immediately looked at Wang Hao with admiration.

"Ahem, a copywriter for an advertising company."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"Look at Brother Feng, I can continue to eat your restaurant's food after I come here. How good it is, I will settle in Beiping from now on, and I won't come back." Wang Hao made a bold statement.

Jiang Feng calculated the average price of a meal in Taifeng Building in his mind, and said sincerely: "I guess you can't afford it."

"How is it possible, I can still afford a meal of fifty or sixty." Wang Hao said that he is also a rich man.

"The shredded yams I made are one hundred and eight in one plate."

Wang Hao: ...

Excuse me, goodbye.

In this way, the two walked to the food street without saying a word, and walked to the entrance of Fangji Congee Shop.

This was the first time Jiang Feng saw the Fangji Porridge Shop after the relocation. If it hadn't been for a new signboard, Jiang Feng would have thought that this was the healthy stir-fry restaurant before with two large pots at the door. The decoration has not changed at all, the tables and chairs inside have not changed, the spider plants on the window sills have not changed, and even the wooden menu boards hanging on the wall are the same as before, but the dishes on the menu boards have been replaced. Changed.

The only consolation is that the taste of the first and second owners of Fangji Porridge Shop is still good. The signboard did not continue Jiang Jiankang's previous bright red signboard, but was replaced by a log-colored wooden signboard, which looked antique and added a bit of heritage to the porridge shop.

"You go to pack the porridge, and I'll order beef noodles. I'll see you inside later." Jiang Feng walked into the shop as he spoke.

The air conditioner in the store was fully turned on, and Jiang Feng couldn't help shivering when he opened the door and entered. Master Huang was sitting on the left side squinting his eyes and watching the TV series. The sound of the TV series was playing loudly, and Jiang Feng could clearly hear a middle-aged man shouting angrily: "Comrades, go!"

Master Huang likes to watch war dramas.

Seeing a guest coming, Master Huang hurriedly paused, stood up, saw Jiang Feng, and was very pleasantly surprised: "Xiaofeng is back! How is your business moving to Beiping?"

"It's pretty good, it's about the same as when we were here." Jiang Feng said with a smile, and found a table to sit down at random, "Master Huang, a big bowl of beef noodles, slightly spicy and more chopped green onions."

"Hey, Xiaofeng eats spicy food now. It's not bad. The beef noodles must be spicy to be delicious!" Master Huang went to pull Jiang Feng's noodles.

Jiang Feng watched Master Huang's movements, and suddenly realized that Master Huang's method of making beef noodles is not pulling noodles, but stretching noodles.

It's just that Jiang Feng didn't know noodles before, thinking that as long as it was repeatedly folded and stretched, it was ramen. Looking at it now, it is obvious that Master Huang’s method is more difficult to stretch the noodles. It is no wonder that he always felt that the noodles made by Master Huang were better than other noodle restaurants.

"Master Huang, your noodle stretching skills are good!" Jiang Feng praised.

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, Master Huang was even happier: "Xiao Feng, you know how to make noodles. The noodles made from this stretched noodles are delicious and chewy, and they are paired with my beef soup that has been boiled all night. You can find them all around A University." There is no better noodle shop than my beef noodles."

Jiang Feng saw that Master Huang was more proficient in stretching noodles than Jiang Jianguo, and suddenly felt that he didn't have to wait until he went back to ask Jiang Jianguo how to stretch noodles.

Isn't there a ready-made and better master here?