Survival Qualification Test

"Ha, ha..."

Yuan Rong opened his eyes violently, and the dream was full of "horror" that taught people to be so scared that he could not escape his vocal scream.

The room is very dark. The dim light hit the white wall through the curtains, like tears on the face of a sculpture of a pitying martyr in a church. In the sultry, there is no biological breath other than him, exudes decadent silence.

The air conditioner is still on, making a lazy buzz. The coastal city is not so cold just after New Year's Day. This hot air is also useful.

The alarm clock of the mobile phone suddenly rang loudly, which made the original thoughts that quickly contained millions of miles quickly return.

The large black inorganic characters on the lock screen stinged and hurt his retina, reminding him emotionally.

Oh, yes, I am...I... it's time to go to class.

He gasped, slowly soothing Matsushita's tense spirit, and then got out of bed to wash.

Yuan Rong was late for class. For the first time in the world, the teacher was very good-tempered. Seeing Yuan Rong still looked like he didn’t wake up. Bai Jing Xiao blushed, and his curly hair was a little messy. Don’t study so late, it will affect the next morning class."

Originally shy and shy, Yuanrong apologized again, and found a seat in the penultimate row of the classroom.

He actually sits in the front row all the time, but his condition is so bad today, he is very uncomfortable when the large screen showing the courseware flashes.

He had a nightmare of the night. There are all kinds of messy things. After waking up, he has a terrible headache, especially the temple. The stinging pain makes it difficult for him to think, even with anxiety and anxiety.

He is not a dreaming physique. The sky and haze outside the window are so dark. The dark clouds are smeared with a cool tide. This weather has been going on for several days. It always has to be down. The mental depression caused by the low air pressure may be this. the reason.

When the old lady talked about the excitement, her voice was a little trembling, and the sharp tone seemed like a wooden saw slipping on the iron skin, making the eardrums uncomfortable to hear.

"...The image of the **** of death is different between ancient and modern China and foreign countries. Hua Xia's magistrate, ox-headed horse face, and farther away the king are all related to human death. Hua Xia defines'death' as ​​the soul is separated from the flesh and returned to reincarnation. What about the West, I The Nordic theology mentioned earlier has more specific responsibilities: REAPER, soul harvester, he is so hooked, you soul will follow, like a civil servant, a large group of organized and disciplined Groups. In the Christian side, death is subject to judgment, and it is different from other systems. You are a good person, go to heaven; bad people, go to hell, so decisive. So Christian'death', we accurately call it The trial after the end of life is more appropriate..."

They are actually studying securities investment, but this old lady is always going to get involved in religion, and she can't get back after ten minutes of digression. She was thin and thin, and her eyes were very bright and bright. At the moment, she was dancing with bare hands on the big screen. There was always a feeling of discomfort.

"Ancient people think that death is not a good thing, and it is divided into evil camps, and all **** and harem are going to stay in the light. The teacher sees, in fact, there is nothing high and low between God and God. Yes, it’s just human beings. If they are afraid of death, they will maliciously divide it into evil.

Boys from the same profession spit out: "Lao Li really shouldn't teach this class, Qu Cai, she went to work as a MLM narrator, the head of a cult, and earned more than the lecture."

Another boy said with a smile: "Don't tell me, she said something very reasonable, but put the dead to the mouth, and the listeners are panic."

Yuan Rong turned his pen stunned, and the person next to him accidentally turned him away, before he recovered and reluctantly echoed: "Yes, yes. But she is a metaphor, civil servant, quite interesting..."

A strange image suddenly appeared in his mind. It was a tall man wrapped in a black robe. The hood was pressed very low, and he could only show a firm jaw and a straight nose bridge. He is very tall, about one meter and nine, and his cold and lonely death is slowly escaping outward, to devour everything...

In the midst, the illusion seemed to feel his gaze. The man suddenly raised his head. Yuanrong tried to see his face clearly, but he couldn't remember it anyway. He even felt the bitter cold ice...

On the podium, the skinny old lady was still chattering, and her thoughts had spread to the ancient Roman Empire in BC, talking about slaves, mountain-rich gold mines, and messy relationships between men and women.

All the buzzing noises came and went in their original ears, leaving no trace.

This lesson is over, and there is a public elective course in the original capacity, called Rubik's Cube and Mathematical Modeling, special water, and no final exams. I want to listen to the teacher's little talk, and 99% of them are for mixed credits. .

Before he left, his two classmates worriedly suggested that he go to the infirmary for a look. He thanked Rong Rong for a moment, but he didn't know where to go.

Passing in front of the long glass window of the corridor, the original looked subconsciously at himself in the reflection.

Then startled.

Is this... me?

Reflected on the surface of the glass, the ambiguous people looked here with a somber expression.

"He" looks too bad, not so pale, but rather pale. A pair of elegant black eyes stared quietly at the person in front of him, the bloodshot eyes were full of blood, and there were countless complex emotions that the original content could not understand.

He involuntarily took a step forward, closer to "him".

"He" opened his mouth gently and then asked in a voice that seemed to come from all sources in the world: "Who are you?"

scare.

Yuan Rong quickly covered her mouth, saw no one around, and quickly walked out of the corridor.

This corridor has a strange design, the ceiling is a whole mirror, and the floor is smooth white marble like a mirror. When the light is strong, the heights and lows echo, and you can see countless yourself. Today's such rainy days are somewhat infiltrating-countless shadow-like mortal identities, as his messy footsteps grow larger and larger, and then shrink into a point.

Welcome to reality, the shadow in his face sneered and said to him, my dear child.

He was delayed on the road for a while. The small classroom was already full of strange students. He couldn't find his favorite place and had to find a place to sit.

There are still two empty spaces by the last row of windows, which is quite spacious. When the original contents were put together, I saw a sports backpack in one position.

The owner of the backpack is holding his sleeves, showing his strong arms, leaning against the window to play games. He may be a sports student, with a strong physique, but in any case it is winter weather, and he wears it so cool. His eyebrows were clenched, and a face that was too sharp and sharp seemed to be full of anger, and it was very difficult to get along with.

Yuanrong weighed the spacious position and the status of the dumb table, and chose to leave.

It was just that the young man seemed to have just finished a game, put down his phone and looked up to see the original appearance of turning around, pulling off the sports backpack and stuffing it into the table hole.

His expression was still extremely unpleasant, and it seemed that he would reach out to beat someone in the next second, which made Yuanrong a little uncertain about his intention.

The man tapped the phone for a while, and saw Yuan Rong standing still staring, pale as paper, and a little nervous: "Classmate, how are you? Uncomfortable?"

He stood up loudly and saw that he was about to walk long legs to pull Yuanrong. Yuanrong quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, thank you, I... just made a daze."

Seeing that he was really okay, the sports youth picked up his mobile phone to play games. The Lphone7plus he used looked like Lphone4 in the excessively large hands. His game characters seem to be dead, and the corners of his mouth are drooping, like a bullied golden retriever.

Yuanrong couldn't help but laugh in his heart, how could he think of this kind of metaphor, he was too disrespectful. However, this boy is a kind-hearted person.

He sneaked a glance at the notebook on the young man's desk. The uninhibited characters directly wrote the name on the cover: Xu Lunkai. Very nice.

This game seems to have been lost, and the bell was also used for class. Xu Lunkai sighed and put away his phone, inadvertently sweeping the original content of supporting his chin in a daze.

He whispered sharply, "Little brother, are you really okay? You look so bad, can I take you to the school hospital?"

Hara looks back and smiles awkwardly: "Thank you, I'm really okay." He paused and explained: "I haven't slept well in these two days, and I have nightmares all day, which is quite strange."

This was politely caring and greeting, but I didn’t expect Xu Lunkai to come to the spirit: "You also have nightmares? It's a coincidence. I also woke up in the middle of last night, some strange things, not during the day Watch ghost films."

Hearing this, the original face moved slightly, and he lowered his eyelashes: "Who knows, it's because of the cloudy sky, caused by low air pressure and bad breathing."

"It makes sense."

Not many people listened to this lesson. The two chatted with three words and two, and found that the topics of concern of Sanguan were close. They turned out to have exchanged social accounts at first sight. To what extent did the two cooperate with each other? When Yuan Rong said the last sentence, Xu Lunkai could talk about the next sentence he wanted to say. The big boy looked silly, but he was straight-tempered and too lazy to fight. It's the envy of Yuanrong.

After class, Xu Lunkai packed his backpack: "I will wait to hear the outstanding alumni lecture, will you go?"

Incomprehensible: "Who is it? I didn't hear the news."

Xu Lunkai smiled his eyes and said: "We have a small number of people invited by the business school. You may not be notified by the school. Jiang Yumen and Jiang Weizang. You know, the two immortals of the Jiang family, the youngest province | the secretary of the committee and the youngest The younger brother of the female colonel, his third son, what is called Jiang Qiusheng, still studying for a master's degree in the UK, started an internet company from scratch, and recently invested in logistics."

He saw no one around, and the **** mysteriously moved closer to his ears: "I heard the rumor that Xiao Jiang always wanted to use this lecture to recruit troops! You think, the young and energetic young master always thinks Build a business empire by ourselves, our school is an alma mater, and the country ranks high again, so take this opportunity to chant."

Yuan Rong thought it sounded interesting. Anyway, there was nothing else to do next, so he agreed.

Xu Lunkai said that he studied sports undergraduate and became a coach of youth badminton team after graduation. Later, he was injured and reappeared for one year after he gritted his teeth. He was admitted to the graduate school of business. He was about to graduate and was unsatisfied with several jobs. He wanted to take this opportunity to try his luck.

The original content captures the key point: "You graduate students, do not lack credits but also take the elective courses of mixed credits?"

Xu Lunkai scratched his head: "It's weird to say, in fact, I'm going to study on your own. I was going to leave that classroom, but you started the game in a crazy way, and you sat next to me, I was embarrassed to go out halfway , Just listen."

Yuan Rong scornfully raised the corner of his mouth: "That blame me for blocking your way?"

"Hey I don't mean..."

Yuan Rong teased that he had enough play, and suddenly hugged him gently, turning Xu Lunkai's two faces red: "No, brother, although you are very cute, ah, not very handsome, but I am not gay, you are not like this Great!"

Yuan Rong laughed: "I am thankful for the sudden friendship caused by the game, what do you think!"

There was a joke, Xu Lunkai's earlobe was red all the way, cute and dead, so that the original could not bear to tease and tease. Xu Lunkai grieved heaven and earth and said, "How did he provoke such a little devil, and he looked so cute!"

"The little devil fell in love with you," Yuan Rong teased him, "I can't get rid of it~"

In the conference room on the fifth floor of Shangshan Building, Yuan Rong saw the crowds waiting for entry.

He was surprised: "Are you sure you only promoted this business in the business school?"

Xu Lunkai was also dumbfounded: "I'm sure!" He looked around, but it was considered to be a staff member from a crowded person, who was a professional in his office next door, and pointed him to the staff's back room, There is a place for the two to sit down first.

Jiang Qiusheng and security personnel awaiting the announcement were sitting in the back.

As soon as the door opened, Yuan Rong's gaze changed to the young man in the center of the house.

He is casually playing with his mobile phone, his eyebrows are full of sharp eyes, and some sharp edges are blocked by the silver wire frame. He is a white face of Buddha, and he is extremely handsome. He seemed to be of mixed blood, his eyes lit by the dim light, and a hint of the embellished emerald green. It's just a pair of eyebrows frowning.

What makes people look away is his boneless sitting posture, lazily trapped in a soft sofa, like a lazy tiger taking a nap.

As soon as the two entered the door, the people in the room noticed them. A man in a fitted suit with a tall figure and a rugged face with rough lines stepped forward and whispered: "Are you?"

Xu Lunkai hurriedly explained: "We are the organizer, uh, the staff..."

Yuan Rong sighed in his heart. The brother's eloquence was really suffocating. He smiled and said: "Hello, I have long admired the name of Mr. Jiang, and it was really extraordinary at first sight."

The security officer had a sharp look, and he was about to rush out when he lost his face, but he saw the man lying on the sofa leap up and stretch his bones wantonly: "It’s okay, President Qin. You go out, me and my lovely student Let's talk."

Known as General Qin, it seems to be the head of the security company, but it is a cheerful person. His solemn eyes once again swept the uneasy Xu Lunkai, the beautiful little boy who smiled, raised his eyebrows, opened the door and went out: "There is something called I."

"OK."

As soon as the door closed, Jiang Qiusheng raised an eyebrow with interest: "So, what's the matter with me? Mao Sui self-recommends? Or... looking for me to sign?"