In the dimly lit hall, there were neat rows of computer screens, only a few sporadic ones emitting dazzling light. The faces in the halo are all youthful, and should be full of vigor, but at this moment, most of them are covered with a decayed and dying atmosphere, which makes them have a kind of elegance and depth that does not match their age.
Song Fei is one of them, but he insists that this Internet cafe is the fault of this result that is completely contrary to the temperament of socialist successors—sofa seats with mottled and peeling leather surfaces, computer desks with original colors that are extremely difficult to identify, and gaps hidden The grimy black keyboard, the wired mouse that doesn't slide smoothly at all, and the extremely weak light of the feces-yellow dome light are divine assists. Even if Pan An sits here again, he will definitely have a 360° full dead angle.
In the post-Internet cafe era where smartphones are everywhere, this store still stands proudly as it was at the beginning of the millennium. Every time Song Fei stepped in, he had the illusion of going back in time, as if he had returned to the third grade of elementary school. During those glorious days when my parents were asleep and sneaked away to play games in Internet cafes at night. Of course, that glorious period ended in a fat beating from a loving father. But to be honest, the decoration of the Internet cafe back then was even more avant-garde than the current one.
Nowadays, not many people come to the Internet cafe. Song Fei thinks that this shop can last until now, thanks to their school’s system of turning off the lights and disconnecting the Internet. Although the mobile phone can still connect to the data after the power is cut off, but as a high-self-disciplined group who has not been casually every time they see the prompt "It is recommended to browse with wifi, local tyrants please feel free", if you want to watch a live game in the middle of the night? No, we can only turn to this only Internet cafe within a radius of ten miles.
"Han Ye often dreams~~You have white hair and youthful face~~I have been here for thousands of years~~Who will let you accompany~~Walking west and singing all the way..."
The desolate and rough rock and roll male voice suddenly sounded, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet hall where there were not many people. Although it was his cell phone ringing, Song Fei was still taken aback. The caller ID was Wang Qingyuan.
"What's the matter?" As a roommate and a buddy, Song Fei knew that with the character of the other party, it would not be okay to call and harass her.
"Hurry up and check the dormitory." Wang Qingyuan said concisely.
Song Fei's first reaction was to look at the time on the monitor: "It's past ten o'clock!"
"It's just right for this check, and 100% of those who haven't come back will not return overnight."
"Damn!" In what year did he check the night and he didn't return home, and this was really the first time Song Fei came out this semester for a night out, and the aiming was not so accurate!
Not daring to delay for a second, Song Fei resolutely turned off the phone—live matches are precious, and the comprehensive test score is higher. If the counselor remembers you, there will be nowhere to cry in the next few years.
Song Fei's university is located on the outskirts of the city, 20 to 30 miles away from the city center. It was originally a county with a vast expanse of barren mountains and mountains. With the expansion of the city in the past two years, it has transformed into a new campus of many universities in the city. It's called a university town, but it's still terribly barren, and all kinds of supporting facilities around it haven't been built yet, especially Song Fei's school is the innermost part of a new campus. Going forward, it's completely deserted, and going back, it's the closest friend school. There are still four stops. The school faces south from the north, and there are some shops on the south side of the main road opposite the main entrance. The other three sides are pastoral scenery, which makes the students feel unloved.
Song Fei's Internet cafe is also at this location, so after coming out, he crossed the road and walked into the school gate.
However, the long journey has only just begun.
The city center is very expensive, so the old campus always seems cramped, but in the new campus, this kind of trouble does not exist at all. Do you want to run long distance? Why bother to go around in circles on the playground. From the school gate to the dormitory building, realize your dream of the oriental deer!
tick.
There was a crisp notification sound from WeChat in his pocket. Song Fei, who was acting like a deer, continued to run wildly through the night, and took out his mobile phone to read the voice message. It was still Wang Qingyuan: "Where are you? We have been found." This is the level, this time it is the student union of the school and the departments to investigate together, the battle is not small."
"Just passed the physics building... puff... cover me up... every minute!" Release the thumb, and the message was successfully sent.
Song Fei hurriedly put the phone back and let himself go even harder.
Seven minutes later, his wanderer finally arrived in dormitory 440, Building 2# of the male dormitory.
"Song Fei, are you back?" Teacher Jia, the counselor of the School of History and Culture, was standing in the center of the dormitory with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Jia, good evening!" Song, a student from the Tourism Management Department of the School of History and Culture, who was standing at the door of the dormitory, was full of enthusiasm.
The teacher and the student looked at each other for a few seconds, and the former asked first, "Where did you go?"
The latter said without hesitation: "Toilet."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Song Fei saw the other three roommates holding their foreheads, rolling their eyes, and felt a chill in their hearts.
Sure enough, Teacher Jia's smile became subtle: "The three of them said that you want to eat instant noodles, but the kettle in the dormitory is empty. It happens that there is a classmate in a dormitory upstairs who has taken the same elective course as you. Everyone has a better time, so you go upstairs. Borrowing hot water, but because the three of them don’t know which dormitory this student is in, they can’t go up to call you, and you just borrowed hot water, so you didn’t bring your mobile phone.”
Song Fei swallowed hard: "The reason for not staying in the dormitory is really... full of meticulous details."
Teacher Jia gave him an annoyed look, obviously knowing it already. Those who can be counselors these days are not ordinary people, fighting wits and courage with hundreds of students every day, ordinary people have become predators.
Song Fei chuckled, and passed on shamelessly.
Teacher Jia ignored him, walked to the door, and sincerely greeted the officers of the student union who had checked to the end of the corridor: "Student, the 440 toilet of the History Institute is back—"
Soon, four school student council members returned with pens and notebooks. Song Fei was drinking water from a cup when he suddenly saw a familiar face and choked, almost coughing his lungs out.
Teacher Jia was taken aback, and complained mercilessly: "How can it be difficult to drink saliva?"
Song Fei was so embarrassed that he quickly put down the water. He could feel Qi Yan looking at him. If it was before, he would definitely look back. They have the same nose and two eyes, which one is worse than the other. But right now, he just "returned from the toilet", and he has brushed his presence so hard. On the other hand, the backbone of the school's student union, and the little red cuff inspection team, the contrast is too strong.
Fuck, I forgot that it belonged to the student union.
Song Fei muttered here, and the inspection team nodded over there. Logically speaking, it took three to five seconds, but the latter did not leave after finishing the order. standing in the house.
Not only the buddies at 440, but even Mr. Jia was puzzled: "Is there any question?"
Qi Yan has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, especially when he smiles, he is sunny and handsome, which makes it easy for people to have a good impression, such as now: "Mr. Jia, this time, in addition to checking where we don't return at night, we may also need to check high-power electrical appliances. "
Qi Yan's tone was very tactful, he said "possible" despite clearly saying "must investigate", as if he was discussing with the interlocutor.
This slightly lowered posture is very helpful, Teacher Jia immediately waved his arm: "That is necessary, the school expressly prohibits illegal use of electricity, check!"
Just talking is not enough, Teacher Jia took the lead in patrolling very righteously.
Qi Yan followed behind without saying a word.
The four friends of 440 looked at each other in blank dismay, and all three were confident.
The dormitory is an acre of land, and it takes less than two minutes to check it out. Soon Teacher Jia finished his inspection, empty-handed and relieved. Qi Yan stopped by the desk under Song Fei's upper bunk, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Teacher Jia didn't understand, so he asked, "What's wrong?"
Qi Yan pointed to the laptop on the table and the computer case under the table: "It's a bit strange here... Since there is a laptop, why do we need a case?"
Teacher Jia was at a loss for words. No matter in terms of meaning or answer, this question is beyond the outline for him.
Qi Yan squatted down, took out the case, laid it flat, and under Song Fei's eyes wishing to burn him to death, he clicked and lightly removed the side cover.
Teacher Jia’s eyeballs almost fell out, as if Qi Yan didn’t open a case but dissected an alien—he could bear it without a motherboard, a fan, a memory stick, or a hard drive, but hiding three would heat up quickly. Two electric cooking cups, a hair dryer, and more importantly, he was discovered by someone. How could he bear it? !
"Song, Fei!!!"
"Teacher Jia!!!"
Although the call was very affectionate and the hug was very persistent, the counselor finally kicked Song Fei away and signed his name on the back of "440 investigation of 6 pieces of prohibited electrical appliances" in Qi Yan's small book, Li, Tou, Paper, back.
Illegal use of electrical appliances is as common in universities as falling in love. At most, electrical appliances will be confiscated, verbal criticism, and no matter how severe it is, the whole college or even the whole school will report it, and it will be over. But the three buddies of 440 who finally sent the inspection team away couldn't figure out how to reveal their secrets. Although the case was placed under Song Fei's table, in fact, he was the only one that got hot quickly, and the rest belonged to the other three. , especially Ren Zhe, as the owner of the imported hair dryer, his heart was bleeding: "What's the situation? You can see it just by looking at it? Sharingan!"
"It's amazing..." Looking at the empty wreckage of the chassis still on the ground, Xiang Yang still felt unreal.
Wang Qingyuan glanced at Song Fei uncertainly, but said nothing.
Song Fei almost gritted his teeth.
After finally turning off the lights at 11 o'clock, Song Fei, who climbed to the upper bunk, hid under the blanket, opened WeChat, and started clicking on the phone—[Are you fucking full! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !]
No amount of exclamation points can express Song Fei's surging mood of wanting to greet Qi Yanzu.
The other end came back very quickly—[People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.]
[Get out, you are avenging your own private revenge! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !]
[Do we have any grudges?]
In one sentence, Song Fei ran out of battery.
Are they feuding? Really not. Although the communication process was short and not very good, but there were also times of passionate passion, and occasionally there would be love talk between the bed, such as secretly showing off your illegal electrical concealment skills by attaching to the other party's ear, even in the end We broke up peacefully on WeChat, and when we met in line in the cafeteria holding a plate of rice, we still nodded to each other. Everything was harmonious.
To this day, they tore their faces apart and forged a blood feud that was hot and fast.
The phone suddenly vibrated again, Song Fei thought it was Qi Yan who hadn't received a response from him and sent a second provocation, but unexpectedly it was Wang Qingyuan—[That's him?]
Wang Qingyuan was the only one in the dormitory who knew that he was not straight, and also knew that he had a boyfriend from the same school a while ago, but he didn't tell the details, and the other party was not easy to inquire about, so he didn't ask any more questions, only knowing that he was not straight. After a while, they broke up. What happened today may not be understood by others, but Wang Xueba realized the truth once he pondered it.]
[Very handsome.]
[It's for farts, it can't be eaten as a meal.]
[Then why did you see him in the first place?]
[Generous.]
[…]
Song Fei didn't understand what this little bit meant. He felt that maybe he didn't express clearly. His so-called generosity didn't mean that he was willing to spend money on himself, but that he felt that this person was more mature and generous, and he was decent in doing things. Of course, it was later discovered that these were all illusions.
Sighing, Song Fei picked up his phone again and was about to send another message to explain to his roommate, but unexpectedly, another message came over—
[Sleepy, asleep.]
Usually this means the end of the topic, Song Fei curled his lips, thinking that it doesn't matter, anyway, it's all in the past, and it can't be talked about with Qi Yan, let alone Wang Qingyuan... Wait!
Song Fei brought the mobile phone close to his eyes, looked carefully, and found that the "generous" message to Wang Qingyuan's hand trembled when he was typing. He only sent a large character, and there was no trace of Fang. So the chat log at this moment is—
[What did you like about him at the beginning?]
[Big]
[…]
[Sleepy, asleep.]
Don't sleep, you listen to my explanation! ! !