Zombie University

Two days after that, Song Fei once again saw Qi Yan in an optional course worth 2 credits called "Classic Movie Appreciation". The tightness of this lesson is comparable to the Spring Festival train ticket. When the class is selected, the quota is second. Song Fei and their entire dormitory card click on the mouse at the same time. Finally, only Song Fei wins the prize. After finishing the first lesson, Song Fei knew that he had chosen the right one. The teacher is amiable, and the name is called when the bell is a dozen, and the lights are turned off when the name is called. Whether you concentrate on the matter or make up for sleep at the desk, no one asks. And to be honest, the classrooms that do n’t turn on the lights are really sleeping paradise. Song Fei has clearly been sleepy several times, squinting for a while.

When the class was selected at the end of last semester, the two of them were okay, so many classes were chosen together. After breaking up this semester, they often looked up and did not see their heads down.

In this lesson, Qi Yan sits in the first row as always, and Song Fei sits in the last row as usual. The reason why they are so far away is that they have no connection with the past that they missed as much as they missed. They are purely heartfelt choices. Although they only took classes together after breaking up, and they were only electives, Song Fei believes that the compulsory courses on the goods must be the same. The same is true of Wang Qingyuan. Perhaps in the heart of Xueba, the closer to the blackboard, the easier it is to be hit by knowledge. He, a backward element who has been flying at low altitudes in various subjects for many years, cannot understand the high ambitions of the default scholarship recipients. So, fortunately, they broke up this semester, otherwise the two of them who have finally started to teach together side by side may have to decide how many times to tear in the front row or back row. In the last semester, if I went to the library for self-study, I had many unpleasant incidents.

Ca n’t fall in love with the three views?

Study is not the only way to **** deadly! ! !

It was also bad luck. There was no water splash in the school for illegal use of electrical appliances. It is impossible to estimate. So finally, Mr. Jia, who was at ease, popped out and carried out their dormitory on the nightly name on the weekend. There was a good meal in front of the second graders of the college. The depressiveness of the embarrassing to the next class is not gone. Today, the teacher who has always been kind and kind and elective has no idea what the wind is, and a horror movie is released. No, the horror movie is summarized by Song Fei. The teacher ’s wording is “Xiandian movie”, and the movie is changed to the line of the true gentleman. Before the broadcast, he eloquently introduced his experience of watching similar movies for more than ten years. Finally It is concluded that all cult films on the market now have to call this ancestor. Song Fei looked at the teacher's bright eyes and strongly suspected that the first few lessons were clearly written on the lesson plan. Today, this lesson may be a hidden egg.

Eggs are so exciting, the director is carrying a heart that avenges society, plasma splashing, and stumps flying. And it is indeed a master director, not only destroying your physiology, but also tormenting your psychology. In the end, Song Fei couldn't bear it, and decisively retreated early. When she slipped out of the back door, there seemed to be a few female students who cast contempt, and Song Fei admired these girls, all real men. Many known buddies also like this kind of film, but he really can't do it. It's like someone who dares to grab a mouse with his bare hands, but is afraid to step on a bug with his feet.

Anyway, I got a name. When humming Xiaoqu'er to the cafeteria, Song Fei thought happily that he didn't have to wait for dinner this time.

As a result, I just sat down and ate a bite of the newly-developed orange stewed chicken by the chef-the canteen early adopter was one of Song Fei ’s boring campus life, one of the few happy sources of life, and even more commendable was the success of the new masked fusion master The rate is very high, at least six times out of ten new dishes are still delicious-I received Qi Yan's WeChat.

【The teacher named again. 】

The sweet and sour chicken was bitter.

Song Fei looked at the time. It should be just after class. He speculated that the other party was unwilling to kill him with the most malicious intentions. He insisted on disgusting himself, so he resolutely replied-[Come on, name it once in class, come again after class, sick ? 】

The other party's reply is concise and simple-[um. 】

Song Fei was a little bit bottomed out, asking a circle and finally contacting a classmate of the Academy of Physics from Xiangyang. The answer given by the other party was full and detailed-[Yeah, not only the name, but also, today I did n’t You do n’t have to take the exam directly, you ca n’t pass it. 】

Does Qi Yan want to be sick? Song Fei doesn't know.

But the elective teacher is really love for this film! What is love? If you can't appreciate the beauty of my sweetheart, I will let you hang on to Tianming! ! !

2 points are gone.

The two-month class is in vain.

Song Fei no longer had an appetite, and cooked Wang Qingyuan as usual, and took his head down to the dormitory.

As soon as I entered the door, the classmate Wang who had just finished the sixth grade test and was waiting for feeding not only did not express gratitude, but also made up a knife: "I will take the fourth and sixth grades in another month and a half, do you see it?"

Song Fei can apply for level 4 after their university semester. Wang Qingyuan passed the high score. In this semester, he directly applied for level 6. Song Fei perfectly avoided the passing line. To be precise, it kept a very remote safe distance, so This semester, continue.

Wang Qingyuan looked at his expression and knew that there was nothing to review. He sighed with hatred and iron: "If you really don't plan, don't sign up and spend money."

Song Fei also distressed the money, but: "It seems so uncommon for everyone to report me or not."

Wang Qingyuan glanced at him: "Your score is even more uncommon."

Song Fei brought his lunch back to his hands with his hands: "Brother, eat while it's hot."

Wang Qingyuan is no longer nonsense. If you do n’t want to learn this kind of thing, it ’s useless for others to say that you have broken your mouth.

After playing on the phone in bed, Song Fei was sleepy. He squinted, Xiangyang wondered when he would come back, and was sitting on the bed playing with the phone.

Song Fei only needs to glance at it to know that he is still arguing with his girlfriend-the domineering expression of that expression that he ca n’t wait to break the screen is exactly the same as himself last night.

Xiangyang ’s girlfriend came from a foreign language university four stops away somehow. The girls ’freshman year and Xiangyang sophomore year are all the time when the course is tight. You can only see the stitches running at the same time. Just two months after the exchange, it was like glue, but since last week, the two have fallen into a semi-cold war.

"Not coaxed yet?" Song Fei decided to care about his roommate.

Xiang Yanggang ordered to send, and the phone threw it aside. A look of "you don't understand" looked at Song Fei: "It's difficult to make a sister, difficult to go to high mountains, difficult to coax a girl, difficult to go to Qingtian!"

"Stupid," Song Fei's trick, "What's the use of just talking sweet words, you have to get something affordable, give gifts."

Xiangyang squinted over: "You give me money?"

Song Fei silently turned his head to look out the window. He can pay, but he can't pay.

Wang Qingyuan closed the English-Chinese Dictionary, suggesting: "Let her just come, don't you just want to see our games, how big is it."

"Either you do n’t have any one of you," Xiang Yang felt it necessary to talk to the bachelor roommates about science. "The girl said she wanted to come to the Games. The subtext is to see you. If you really do n’t have any projects, it ’s OK. You two outing ... "

"This is not over." Wang Qingyuan is unknown.

"But I have a project!" Xiang Yang Yang Tian Chang Xiao, and then began a super imitation show, "turn back to my object to communicate with sisters, hey, are you going to see the boyfriend sports meeting tomorrow? I'm going to hey too. Are you male What project does your friend participate in? Sprint relay. What about your boyfriend? Gossip Tai Chi fan. "

Wang Qingyuan: "..."

Song Fei glanced at the big red fan lying beside the pillow, choking silently.

Tai Chi fans and military boxing are the traditional sports of the school. It is said that it has a glorious history for decades. Every time the sports meet, all colleges will be in full battle, and they will not rest without first and second. However, as new students of the new era entered school one after another, this collective project was met with more and more strong resistance. It was mainly time-consuming and labor-intensive. It took a lot of freshmen and two to participate in the group, which really won the ranking. There are no more points than other single projects. No one wants to get up early and practice hard for a few months to make the school leaders have fun and lively fun. With this time, it is better to practice running and throwing things. Department glory. Over time, these two gradually degenerate into performance projects. At first, several departments participated. In the past two years, it has been fixed as a Taiji fan in the history school and a military boxing in the school of mathematics.

One article, one reason, one softness and one rigidity, I do n’t know whether it is the mandatory name of the school leader or the college leader who really loves it or whether there is such a disaster in the lives of the two colleges.

What is even more outrageous is that in order to perform powerfully, the Tai Chi fans purchased by their institute this year are stainless steel fan bones, covered with red silk fan surfaces, and they will be clamoring, how strong and strong, and how strong and windy. wind.

The bleak silence spreads, this is a sad topic, no one can retreat.

"Ren Zhe." In the sad quiet, Song Fei found that 440 was missing a general.

Xiang Yang shrugged: "What else can I do, one day tour?"

The one-day campus tour is a magic weapon developed by the boys of their tourism management department. It is usually only for the first-year students in the same school. The operation process is basically that the seniors formulate an intra-school tour route on the grounds of "professional internship", and then start to top With a harmless smile of humans and animals, the freshman young girl who is not involved in the world is captured. Right now at the end of October, it is the prime time for the best time to cheat when the school girl has just entered school.

"Fuck! Real and false!" Xiang Yang screamed, and then turned over from the upper bunk, opened the door of the dormitory and started to probe the brain.

Song Fei, who was sitting on the bed, startled, stared at the roommate's head and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xiangyang was unreasonable and continued to look hard. Song Fei was aroused curiosity and also jumped down to follow him with the probe.

The corridor of the male dormitory is long and narrow, and there are dozens of dormitory on both sides, which can hardly be seen at a glance. 440 is located to the west, and now there are some people vaguely visible at the end of the east corridor, but the distance is too far to see.

"I'm going, it seems to be the real thing." Zhao Jinxin, who is next to 441, also opened the door, and at the sight of the two students in the same class, they were probing their brains and communicating quickly.

Song Fei is getting sick quickly. This is called a curious, clawed one: "What the **** is that!"

Behind Wang Qingyuan also came: "Look at the group by yourself."

Song Fei They have a college WeChat group. Because of the large number of people, Didi is all day and night, most of them are not serious, and later Song Fei was blocked. At this moment, when I heard Wang Qingyuan talking about the group, he had this conditioned reflex. He hurried back to touch his mobile phone and turned it on. The screen was full of "I fuck" "I go" "This fucking", regardless of being in the group The counselors saw what mood they were watching. Song Fei has been turning up more than a hundred times, only to see the right thing-a classmate in the 402 dormitory of the Department of Archaeology has been out of contact for four days. The college has been concealed from not reporting to the school. After the classmate's computer bag and half-legged person, it is now suspected that the classmate has been killed. The police are inspecting the classmate's life objects in 402, and the three roommates have been interviewed separately.

I want to say that Song Fei still had expectations before watching it. After reading it, I felt really boring. Something may be true, or the police will not come, but the most likely thing is that you have lost something and the owner has called the police. This kind of thing is not uncommon in dormitory buildings. What is the most compelling reason for losing the association is to read more social news. Rumors like this kind of school talk can be seen in a circle of friends in a day, all of them are like being on the scene, and half of the mother's legs, you can bear the picture.

As if to kill Song Fei, following the news that no more than ten of the classmates had been reported, someone sent a "live picture suspected of coming from the reported classmates".

The picture is blurry, the small picture is completely fake, Song Fei's hands are cheap, not to look at it, the result is a leg that can be absolutely distinguished when you take a picture and shake it again without focusing on the focal length. Only the calf and feet were left, and the calf was bloody, but the white Nike shoes on the feet were extremely dazzling under the blood color that had solidified and blackened.

Song Fei was sick.

He still firmly believes that this so-called "live picture" is only found everywhere on the Internet, but desperately, it evokes the "classic movie" that he has appreciated, and the two overlap, and his stomach begins to roll sourly.