Zombie University

Dark hall, rows of neat computer screens, only a few scattered glare. The faces in the halo are very green and should have been full of vitality, but at the moment most of them are shrouded in a decayed breath of wood, which makes them feel a kind of elegance and deepness that does not match the age.

Song Fei is one of them, but he insists that this result is completely contrary to the temperament of the socialist successor. It is the pot of this Internet cafe-the sofa seat with a mottled and peeled leather surface. It is extremely difficult to recognize the original color of the computer desk. A black keyboard with dirt and dirt, a wired mouse that has completely slid smoothly, and the god-assistance of the extremely faint light and **** yellow ceiling light, even if Pan Ansai sat here, it would also be forced to 360 °.

In the post-Internet cafe era where smartphones are already everywhere, this store is still proudly standing at the beginning of the millennium. This makes Song Fei have the illusion of going back in time every time he steps in, as if he had returned to the third grade of primary school. During that night, while my parents were asleep, they ran to the glorious years of playing games in Internet cafes. Of course, that part later terminated at the brilliant fatherly meal fat beat. But to be honest, in that internet cafe, the decoration was more avant-garde than it is now.

Today, not many people come to Internet cafes. Song Fei feels that this store can persist until now, and must thank their school for turning off the lights and the network. Although the mobile phone can still connect to data after power off, as a reminder of "recommended browsing under wifi, local tyrants please feel free" every time there is no random high self-discipline crowd, if you want to watch a game live in the middle of the night You can only rely on this only Internet cafe within ten miles.

"Hang Ye often dreams ~~ You are so beautiful ~~ Go here for thousands of years ~~ Who will let you accompany ~~ Sing along the way to the west ..."

The desolate and rude rock boy sounded suddenly, especially abrupt in the quiet hall of few people. Although it was his own cell phone ringtone, Song Fei was taken aback, and the caller ID was Wang Qingyuan.

"What's the matter?" As both a roommate and a buddy, Song Fei knew that it would be fine to call and harass with the other person's personality.

"Hurry back and check the dormitory." Wang Qingyuan said concisely.

Song Fei's first reaction was to look at the time on the display: "It's too **** ten o'clock!"

"It's good to check at this point, the one hundred percent of the nights that have not come back do not return home."

"Rely!" It is still the first time for Song Fei to come out for a night in this semester, and it is not so accurate to aim!

Don't dare to delay for a second, Song Fei decisively withdrew from the plane-the live broadcast is very valuable, and the comprehensive test evaluation is higher. If the counselor remembers you, there will be no place to cry in the next few years.

Song Fei ’s university is located on the outskirts of the city, twenty or thirty miles from the city center. It was originally a county, a large area of ​​wild mountains and wild mountains. With the expansion of the city in the past two years, it has transformed into a new campus for many universities in the city. Its name is the University City, but it is still terrible, and the various supporting facilities have not yet been set up. Especially Song Fei and their school are the innermost of the new campus, and then go forward completely deserted, walk back to the nearest friend school It has to be four stops. The school sits north and faces south, and there are a few shops across the road from the main road on the south side. The other three sides are the idyllic scenery, which makes the students of Xinxin have no love.

Song Fei Bao Ye ’s Internet cafe is also in this position, so after crossing the street, he flashed into the school gate.

But the long journey has just begun.

The city center is full of money, so the old campus always seems to be cramped, but the new campus has no such problems. Do you want to run long distance? Why should the playground go around in circles. From the entrance of the school to the dormitory building, fulfill your dream of oriental deer!

Tick.

A crisp reminder from WeChat came from his pocket. Song Fei, who was screaming as a deer, continued to sprint down the night while pulling out his phone to read the voice message, or Wang Qingyuan: "Where have we been? We have been found At this level, this time it is a joint investigation between the school and the student union. The battle is not small. "

"I just passed the physics building ... huh ... help me cover ... minutes!" After releasing your thumb, the message was sent successfully.

Song Fei hurriedly put his mobile phone back and released himself more energetically.

Seven minutes later, the dormitory of No. 2 Building No. 440 in Men's Bed finally waited for his wanderer, but the foreign insult had invaded, and the wanderer was slamming into the arms of others.

"Song Fei, are you back?" Teacher Jia, the counselor of the School of History and Culture standing in the middle of the dormitory, smiled.

"Good night, Teacher Jia!" Classmate Song from the Tourism Management Department of the School of History and Culture standing at the door of the dormitory was full of enthusiasm.

Teachers and students stared at each other for a few seconds, the former first asked: "Where did you go?"

The latter did not hesitate: "Toilet."

As soon as he exited, Song Fei saw the foreheads of the other three roommates, rolled his eyes, rolled his eyes, and was half cold.

Sure enough, Teacher Jia's smile subtle: "They said that you want to eat instant noodles but the dormitory kettle is empty. Just one of the dormitory rooms upstairs has a classmate who has chosen the same elective course as you. Borrowing hot water, but because they do n’t know which dormitory this student is in, they ca n’t go up to call you and you just borrowed hot water so you did n’t bring your cell phone. ”

Song Fei swallowed hard: "The reason for not being in the dormitory is really ... full of meticulous details."

Mr. Jia glared at him angrily, obviously already knowing it well. None of the people who can be instructors this year are ordinary people. Every day, they are fighting with hundreds of students, and ordinary people have become blood warriors.

Song Fei smiled happily, and passed away without a skin or face.

Mr. Jia no longer ignored him, walked to the door, and sincerely greeted the student union officers who had checked to the end of the corridor: "Student, the toilet in the historical institute 440 is back--"

Soon, four school student union members returned with pens and small books. Song Fei was holding a glass of water and suddenly saw a familiar face, choked directly, and almost coughed up his lungs.

Mr. Jia was startled and spit out mercilessly: "How can you still drink badly after drinking saliva?"

Song Fei was terribly embarrassed, and quickly put the water down, he could feel Qi Yan looking at him. If he had looked back before, he would definitely look back, both have a nose and two eyes, who is worse than anyone. But now he has just "returned to the toilet" and brushed his presence so hard. In contrast, people, the backbone of the school student union, and the small red cuff inspection team, the comparison is too strong.

Fuck, so I forgot that the goods belonged to the student union.

Song Fei whispered over there, and the inspection team nodded over there, it seems to be a matter of three to five seconds, but the latter did not leave after finishing the order, to be precise, even if all of them had left, Qi Yan said Stand inside.

Not only 440 buddies, even Teacher Jia is baffled: "Is there any problem?"

Qi Yanjianmeimei, especially when smiling, is sunny and handsome, which makes people easily feel good. For example, now: "Mr. Jia, we may also check high-power electrical appliances in addition to the night. "

Qi Yan's tone is very euphemistic, obviously "must check", but saying "may", as if discussing with the interlocutor.

This slightly lower posture is very useful, and Teacher Jia immediately waved his arm: "That is a must. The school explicitly prohibits illegal electricity use, check!"

Guang said it was not enough. Teacher Jia also took the lead in patrolling with great arrogance.

Qi Yan followed and did not speak.

440's four little friends looked at each other, and all three had confidence.

The dormitory is one acre and three points, and it takes less than two minutes to check a circle. Soon, Mr. Jia finished his inspection tour, empty-handed and gratified. Qi Yan stopped at the desk under Song Fei's upper bunk, looking thoughtful.

Mr. Jia is unclear so: "What's wrong?"

Qi Yan refers to the notebook placed on the table and the computer case standing under the table: "It's a bit weird here ... Why do I need a case since I have a laptop?"

Mr. Jia said a slur. This question is super-level for him both in terms of meaning and answer.

Qi Yan squatted down, moved out of the case, and laid it flat. In the eyes of Song Fei who could not burn him, he clicked and gently removed the side cover.

Teacher Jia ’s eyes almost fell out, as if Qi Yan did not open a case but dissected an alien-he could bear it without a motherboard, a fan, a memory stick or a hard drive in the case, but it hid three It's almost two electric cookers and a hair dryer. What's more important is that his mother was discovered. How can he bear it? !

"Song, Fei !!!"

"Teacher Jia !!!"

Although the call is very affectionate and clinging to the legs, the counselor finally kicked Song Fei and signed his name after the "440 investigations of prohibited electrical appliances in Qiyan Xiaoben", including power, transparency, paper, Back.

Illegal use of electrical appliances is as common in universities as dating. At most, electrical appliances are confiscated, verbal criticism, and the whole school or even the whole school bulletin is done. But the 440 three buddies of the inspection team could not figure out how to expose the stuffing. Although the case was placed under Song Fei's table, he actually heated up quickly, and the rest were all three others. In particular, Ren Zhe, as the owner of the imported hair dryer, is simply bleeding: "What's the situation? Just know it by looking at it? Write chakra eyes!"

"It's amazing ..." Xiang Yang looked at the wreckage of the empty chassis that was still on the ground, still feeling unreal.

Wang Qingyuan glanced at Song Fei uncertainly, but did not speak.

Song Fei almost broke his teeth.

It was hard to get off the light at eleven o'clock, Song Fei, who crawled to the upper bunk, opened the WeChat under the quilt, and began to click on the phone-[Are you **** full? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

How many exclamation marks could not express Song Fei ’s desire to greet Qi Yanzu.

The other side returned very quickly— [People are in rivers and lakes, unable to help themselves. 】

【Fuck off, you are the communique! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

【Do we have a grudge? 】

One sentence left Song Feiyun dead.

Do they have hatred? Really not. Although the communication process is short and not very good, but also had a passionate time of thunder and fire, and occasionally there will be love in the bed, such as secretly showing off his illegal electrical hiding technique in the ear of the other party, even in the end In WeChat, we broke up peacefully, the cafeteria held a dinner plate in line, and we nodded to each other. Everything was very harmonious.

To this day, they tore their faces and forged a **** revenge.

The phone suddenly shook again. Song Fei thought that Qi Yan who had not received his response sent out a provocation twice, but unexpectedly it was Wang Qingyuan— [is he? 】

Wang Qingyuan was the only one in the dormitory who knew he was not straight, and knew that he had handed a bf from the same school a while ago, but he did n’t talk about it specifically, and the other party was not an inquisitive person. How long did they divide? Today's troubles may not be understood by others if they want to break their heads, but when Wang Xueba thinks about it, the truth becomes clear. As a scumbag, Song Fei's five bodies are thrown into the ground-[um. 】

【Very handsome. 】

【There is fart, can not be eaten as a meal. 】

【So what did you like about him? 】

【Generous. 】

【……】

Song Fei does not understand what this means. He feels that he may not have made it clear. His so-called generosity does not mean that he is willing to spend money on himself, but that he feels that this person is more mature and generous and does things properly. Of course, it was later discovered that these are all illusions.

Sigh, Song Fei, who raised his phone again, was going to send another one to explain to his roommate.

【Sleepy and asleep. 】

Usually this means the topic is over. Song Fei lipped his lips, and it did n’t matter what he said. Anyway, everything that happened in the past could not be talked about with Qi Yan and that person, let alone Wang Qingyuan ... wait!

Song Fei slammed the phone in front of his eyes, looked closely, and found that the “generous” for Wang Qingyuan didn't know how to shake his hand when typing, and only sent a large character past, and there was no trace of it. So the chat record at the moment is-

【What did you like about him? 】

【Big】

【……】

【Sleepy and asleep. 】

Do n’t sleep, listen to my explanation! ! !