Zombie University

The matter of the students from the Department of Archaeology was only heatedly discussed in the historical academy for a long time. At night, all the instructors at all levels were uniformly talking about "the matter is under investigation. Please do n’t believe the rumors. If there are malicious rumor rumors, , Once discovered, severe punishment without credit "disappeared.

The so-called "severe punishment" of the college is nothing more than the talk of the instructor. The whole college notified the criticism that the most severe final comprehensive assessment deduction points will not rise to the height of the degree certificate of the diploma, but in this regard, no one is willing to cause unnecessary Trouble.

Later, Song Fei heard in private that the Archaeology Department did indeed have one less boy. As for the few reasons, there were "the death of a broken corpse", "lost contact with an archaeological internship", "elopement with a female teacher", "cannot afford to withdraw tuition" , "Internet addicted teenagers just don't want to study" and many other versions, Song Fei is not curious about the baby. Once he hears it, he forgets it.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the Games.

The golden autumn of November, the harvest season. The city where Song Fei University is located is located inland. Early November is a time when the breeze is pleasant and the sports meet is perfect.

Exciting march, humbly announcer, vocal sports field, block after block, full of youth, full of vitality-if you ignore those students who secretly play mobile phones in the stands.

"Now coming to us is the sports academy! Look, their neat pace! Listen, their bright slogans! They are the newborn sun, they are the future ..."

"This word is too old-fashioned." Ren Zhe couldn't hear it anymore. His mobile phone battery life is not good, and he is unwilling to get a charging treasure everywhere. Originally, I thought about the opening. I watched it for a while. I was really bored and played again later. I could save some electricity. The result was 100% online. The violent blow of the entry word coming down.

Just after playing a mobile game, Xiangyang was speechless: "You really listen."

Ren Zhe glanced enviously at the roommate ’s invincible endurance mobile phone, arguing whether he would love the country when he changed his phone next time: "The word is almost, but the sister who holds the card is seductive."

History Academy is a freshman in the admission square team, so now they can sit in the stands and comment on others.

Song Fei tweeted Weibo for a while, and felt that it was n’t very exciting. He listened to Ren Zhe and looked at it conditionedly. They were in the second area after the rostrum came over. At this time, the square array of the sports institute came right in front of their area. As expected, the girl ’s waist was legs and legs, not fat or thin, and the lines were very beautiful, although the facial features were only Beautiful, but healthy and beautiful from head to toe.

The School of Journalism and Communication is followed by the Academy of Journalism. If the girl ’s waist in the sports school is waist, legs and legs, the girl in the new hospital ’s waist is waist, chest and chest, but it looks better than the chest. A face is as beautiful as a fairy. Song Fei knows something like the broadcasting and host department of the art department, not to mention the Han girls, the face value is basically above the average, and many of them are particularly obvious, but even if the girls are placed in these people, they can be seen at a glance. Yes, and her beauty is not lethal. It is a kind of soft and clean beauty that makes people feel very comfortable.

I wonder if the male students in the stands were too straight-sighted. When the girl came over, she turned and smiled at the stands.

"Bright eyes, haunting teeth, and a beautiful smile." Wang Qingyuan carried two sentences and inserted them strongly.

Song Fei didn't understand it, she was depressed, so she listened to the female voice in the big horn more and more ——

"Now coming to us is the School of Life Sciences! The sea is wide, the sky is high, and the birds are flying ..."

What the announcer said later, he didn't listen to it at all, just patrolled for someone. Unfortunately, I didn't find a familiar figure in the box team. Perhaps they were also in the freshman year in the square of their hospital. Song Fei was a little lost in thought as the team watching the Academy of Biosciences walked away.

The breeze suddenly rose.

Song Fei was blown up with a shock, and suddenly reacted, rely on, to find out what the **** did, break up was brought up by himself, and now I am worried about it too much.

Shaking his head, Song Fei directly went to Xiang Yang to distract: "Yang Zi, when will your girlfriend come?"

After a bit of death, Mrs. Xiang won a great victory. Not only did Xiang Yang open the door and agreed to bring her sister to the sports meeting, she also asked her to tragicly tell her to participate in the gossip Tai Chi fan. Unexpectedly, the girl was looking forward not only to come by herself, but also to bring two roommate girlfriends.

Xiang Yangsheng sighed inexorably: "At noon, let's not perform in the afternoon."

"Co-authoring is to make a special trip to see you," Ren Zhe envyed and jealous, "How can I not find this true love."

Xiang Yangte sincerely gave him a trick: "You always think about the girls of this school, this is not okay, I tell you that distance creates beauty, you have to stretch the devil's claws towards your friends."

Ren Zhe's eyes lit up: "Did your daughter-in-law say bring two girlfriends in the afternoon? What looks like, do you have photos?"

Xiangyang was wary: "I want to have a picture of my wife and girlfriends in my phone, will this case be too complicated!"

Ren Zhe rolled his eyes: "You will not look in your wife-in-law circle of friends!"

Xiang Yang slapped his head and quickly flipped the phone up. Ren Zhe immediately looked at it. Wang Qingyuan appreciates beauty, but he doesn't seem to have much interest in pursuing beauty, and Song Fei is not interested either.

The morning sports meeting passed in the midst of being salty and indifferent, because most of them were preliminaries. The people in the competition did not reach the most exciting point, and the people who watched were more interested. Except when the spiritual civilization inspection team came over, Song Fei took the time to clap his hands and waved the empty plastic bottles filled with stones. The rest of the time was spent in the games that the history school participated in. .

In addition to the martial arts boxing performance of the School of Mathematics.

As two bitter gourds on a rope, Song Fei had a special emotion for the brethren of the College of Mathematics. Especially when they saw them wearing turquoise military uniforms and hummed, this surging emotion reached the highest point.

Xinyang invited guests at noon, and took 440 with Mrs. Xiang and his two girlfriends to open a small stove at the cooking window on the second floor of the cafeteria. Xiangyang's girlfriend is very cute, with round face, big eyes, and long eyelashes, flickering in a blink, standard loli. Ren Zhe worked hard to get close to the other two sisters, but the girls didn't call him very much, but they always talked to Wang Qingyuan. When Wang Qingyuan pushed his glasses gently, it was either ah, oh, sometimes he didn't know, and the sister knew it at last, no longer asking for fun.

Song Fei is not as hungry as Ren Zhe, but no higher than Wang Qingyuan. He likes that men do not conflict with his desire to be watched by his sister. The former is a problem of sexual orientation, and the latter is a problem of charm. So when he was almost done, he asked half-jokingly, "Why don't you just ignore me?"

Two sisters, you look at me, I look at you, and I am happy.

Sister said, "You look a little bit fancy."

Song Fei just wanted to beat the drums and innocently asked sister two: "Do you think so?"

Sister II shook her head: "You don't seem to study well."

Song Fei paused for two seconds and turned back to see sister one: "You are right."

——Even if you learn scum, you have a proud stubbornness.

The first program in the afternoon is the Tai Chi fan. I want to come to the organizing committee to know that this is the most prone period of sleepiness.

440 collectively put on a flowing white tai chi suit, holding a red tai chi fan clank, and walking to the playground is the focus everywhere. From time to time, it was taken by the street, and the picture was simply beautiful.

After entering the playground and arriving at the meeting place in the corner, their eyes were white and red, and they finally gained some security.

Taking advantage of the lack of time, the Tai Chi masters stood idle in twos and threes, sneaked over to his wife, and pulled Xiangyang to the corner to call her boyfriend: "Ouba, come on!"

The fan blew away to the Ouba, and it was very difficult to fan the wind twice, and his head remained unchanged in the wind: "Look at my brother!"

Speaking, several athletes in shorts and shorts came in from the gate of the playground. After the Tai Chi fan is the game, these people also have to come in advance and wait for the check. The figure that could not be found in the morning was awesome.

Song Fei retracted the crowd without any kind of cultivation, and at the same time meditation in his heart, he could n’t see me, he could n’t see me, he could n’t see me, who saw me, who was **** ...

"Song Fei ?!"

The king **** called him.

Song Fei dared to walk over and smiled friendlyly: "Game?"

Qi Yan nodded, then looked up and down the ex-boyfriend's shape suspiciously.

Song Fei also flicked away the fan, but there was no fan in a familiar way: "Gossip Taiji Fan."

Qi Yanle is happy, his eyes are curved like a crescent moon.

This is when Qi Yan looks the most harmless, Chunliang is really like a good person.

Song Fei almost indulged in this smile again, but fortunately the other party said: "It's cute."

Song Fei really wanted to put on nail shoes to give him a foot.

The meeting time soon arrived, the announcer broadcasted on the speaker "Please enjoy the performance brought by the School of History and Culture, gossip Tai Chi fans, let us applaud and welcome" Brushed into the center of the playground.

Qi Yan They watched the athletes who were about to compete in the next twenty or so on the side track, especially Qi Yan, it was an interesting one.

Song Fei was on his back until the music sounded, and he always went to look at it.

As the so-called one mind cannot be used for two purposes, the result of inattentiveness is that when the white crane spreads its wings, one of them does not hold firmly, and the fan flew out and hit the back of Xiangyang in front. That's the stainless steel fan bone. Although it was smashed by the fan surface, it's no more lethal than poking it in the past, but Song Feiguang also felt pain. Sure enough, Yang Yang groaned, and the tigers failed to go down the mountain, but then the man flew back with his wings spread out again, moving in a cloud and flowing with softness. Song Feixin said that this is the power of love, hurriedly ran two steps to retrieve the fan, and continued to split Huashan.

Finally, when the performance was over, Song Fei hurriedly left the playground in the line and walked out of the gate. He also saw Qi Yan having fun back and forth.

In front of this person, the image is not taller than ever. Song Fei thought violently, not much worse this time.

When he returned to the stands, Qi Yan was already on the starting line. Song Fei listened to the radio and realized that this product was actually 10,000 meters. When they were together, Song Fei was indeed pulled by this man to run the playground at night, as the name suggests, to exercise, but Song Fei did not do the exercise twice, and never died. Now think about it. From the learning model to lifestyle habits to hobbies, there is no overlap between them, and it is really amazing to be able to communicate for a semester.

The gun was started, and twenty people on the starting line ran away without any trouble.

Qi Yan is very eye-catching in the crowd. The one-meter-eight-three head, all legs under the belly button, run even more attractive, full of strength and beauty. Song Fei looked at it, and his throat was a little dry, unconsciously swallowing his saliva, withdrawing his gaze unconsciously, forcing himself to bow his head to play with his mobile phone.

He likes Qi Yan, and he was the one who first teased him. Later, when the other party agreed to communicate, he was happy for several days without falling asleep. But as the interaction deepened, the disharmony gradually increased, the most intuitive is the daily life of the two. Qi Yan is a four-point line in the classroom dormitory of the classroom library. There are classes, no self-study, and I have to exercise in the playground at night; in contrast, he has classes, no dormitory, the playground is not involved in physical education, the library It is not going at all. At first, Song Fei was able to pretend to be a good student and accompany him as a good student. It took a long time for him to stand up. Qi Yan was able to immerse himself in self-study for a day. He was sitting next to him for years. Qi Yan's profile was handsome, and he couldn't be seen as an American drama. . Later, for Fei Yan's invitation to study, Song Fei could hide. Qi Yan is not stupid, he understood it a few times, and then he started a long road of education, referred to as 怼. The general idea is that Song Fei is neither right nor wrong. Going to school is just a mess of life. If you enter the society in the future, there will be no big surprises. Song Fei was not good-tempered. After being talked about too much, he began to quarrel. This kind of quarrel has nothing to do with right or wrong. Song Fei just doesn't like the "look down" inside and outside the other party's words. Since he is so down, why did he agree to interact with himself. But Qi Yan didn't even bother to quarrel with him. Every time he fluttered, he calmed himself down and thought about the two before communicating. Song Fei suffocated every time, nowhere to send the fire, and finally failed to calm down the last time, and directly broke up.

The classmates I knew all said that Qi Yan looked good, good personality, good study, and could not pick out anything bad.

Song Fei felt that he might have left his bad things to himself.