Not two days after that, Song Fei met Qi Yan again, in an elective course worth 2 credits called "Classic Film Appreciation". The demand for this class is comparable to that of train tickets during the Spring Festival travel season. When choosing a class, the number of seats was sold out in seconds. Song Fei and the others in the dormitory were stuck clicking the mouse at the same time. In the end, only Song Fei opened up and won the prize. After the first class, Song Fei knew he had chosen the right one. The teachers are amiable, roll call as soon as the class bell rings, turn off the lights and play a movie after the roll call, and they don't ask whether you concentrate or sleep at your desk. And to be honest, a classroom with no lights on is really a paradise for sleeping soundly. Several times, Song Fei squinted when he was clearly not sleepy.
The two of them were still alive when they were choosing courses at the end of last semester, so many courses were taken together. After breaking up this semester, they often looked up and looked down. It was really sad and romantic.
In this class, Qi Yan sat in the first row as usual, and Song Fei sat in the last row as usual. The reason why the distance is so far away has nothing to do with the past events that the two of them miss when they meet, it is purely a heartfelt choice. Although they only took classes together after they broke up, and they were only electives, but Song Fei believed that they would definitely do the same when they were taking compulsory courses. The same is true for Wang Qingyuan. Perhaps in Xueba’s heart, the closer he is to the blackboard, the easier it is to be hit by knowledge. A backward person like him who has been flying low in various subjects all the year round cannot understand the lofty aspirations of scholarship recipients by default. So, fortunately, we broke up this semester, otherwise the two of them who finally started to attend classes side by side would have to fight over how many times they would sit in the front row or the back row. In the last semester, there were countless times of unhappiness just because of whether to go to the library for self-study.
You can't fall in love if you don't agree with the three views
Disagreements in learning are fatal! ! !
It was also unlucky. The use of electrical appliances in violation of regulations did not cause any splashes in the school. It was a good meal in front of the sophomores of the college. The depression of being ashamed to be thrown into the next class is still there. Today, this elective teacher who has always been honest and kind, got caught up in something and played a horror movie. No, horror movies are summarized by Song Fei. The teacher used the word "cult movies", and changed the line of showing a movie without talking about a real gentleman. I came to the conclusion that all the cult films on the market now have to call this one the ancestor. Looking at the teacher's shining eyes, Song Fei strongly suspected that the previous lessons were clearly written in the lesson plan, but today's lesson might be a hidden easter egg.
The easter eggs are too exciting, the director has a heart of retaliating against the society, blood splashes and stumps fly. And as expected of a master director, he not only tortured you physically, but also tortured your psychology. In the end, Song Fei couldn't bear it anymore and resolutely left early. When sneaking out from the back door, there seemed to be a few female classmates who cast contemptuous glances. Song Fei admired these girls, they were all real men. Many buddies I know also like this kind of film, but he really can't do it, just like someone who dares to catch mice with bare hands, but is afraid of stepping on insects with his feet.
Anyway, the roll call was done, and when Song Fei went to the cafeteria humming a little tune, Song Fei was still thinking flatteredly that it would be cool to not have to queue for meals at this time.
As a result, I just sat down and took a bite of the orange stewed chicken newly developed by the chef. Trying something new in the cafeteria is one of the few sources of happiness for Song Fei’s boring campus life. What is even more commendable is the success rate of the new-style fusion cuisine master who has never been masked. Very high, at least 6 out of 10 new dishes tasted good - just received a WeChat message from Qi Yan.
[The teacher called the roll again.]
The chicken, which was originally sweet and sour, turned bitter in an instant.
Song Fei looked at the time, it should be just the end of get out of class now, he speculated with the greatest malice that the other party was a wicked person, obsessed with wanting to disgust himself, so he replied decisively - [Come on, roll call as soon as class starts, come again after class, sick?]
The other party's reply was concise—[Yes.]
Song Fei was a bit lost, and after asking around, he finally got in touch with a classmate from the physics school from Xiangyang, and the other party gave a full and detailed answer—[Yeah, not only called the roll call, but also said that I didn’t come today If you don't have to take the exam, you will definitely fail.]
Song Fei didn't know if Qi Yan wanted to disgust him.
But the teacher of this elective course absolutely loves this film! What is love? If you can't appreciate the beauty of my sweetheart, I'll let you fail until dawn! ! !
2 points gone.
Two months of class wasted.
Song Fei no longer had any appetite, so he brought Wang Qingyuan a meal as usual, and carried him back to the dormitory dejectedly.
As soon as he entered the door, student Wang, who had just completed the real test papers of CET-6 and was waiting to be fed, not only did not express his gratitude, but also made up for it: "In one and a half months, CET-4 and CET-6 will be taken, have you seen it?"
Song Fei and the others can apply for CET-4 in the first semester of college. Wang Qingyuan has passed the high-score, and this semester directly applies for CET-6. Song Fei perfectly avoided the pass line, to be precise, kept a very long safe distance, so This semester, continue.
Looking at his expression, Wang Qingyuan knew that he hadn't reviewed anything, and sighed bitterly: "If you really haven't prepared, why don't you sign up, and it's a waste of money."
Song Fei also felt sorry for Qian, but: "Everyone reports me but I don't, it seems so out of place."
Wang Qingyuan glanced at him: "Your score is even more out of gregarious."
Song Fei brought the lunch back to him with both hands: "Brother, eat it while it's hot."
Wang Qingyuan didn't talk nonsense anymore. If he didn't want to learn this kind of thing, it would be useless for others to talk nonsense.
Lying on the bed and playing with the mobile phone for a while, Song Fei became sleepy, squinted, and Xiang Yang came back at some time, sitting on the bed and playing with the mobile phone.
Song Fei only needs to take a look to know that he is still arguing with his girlfriend—the expression on his expression and the domineering desire to smash the screen are exactly the same as his own last night.
Xiangyang's girlfriend was hooked up by him from the University of Foreign Languages four stops away. The girl is a freshman and Xiangyang is a sophomore. Both of them are at the time when the courses are tight, plus "different places", so except for weekends, they usually want to see each other. They can only race against time at the same time. They had just been dating for two months, and it was the time when they were like glue, but since last week, the two have fallen into a semi-cold war state.
"Haven't coaxed him well yet?" Song Fei decided to care about his roommate.
Xiang Yanggang clicked send, threw the phone aside, and looked at Song Fei with a "you don't understand" expression: "It's hard to pick up a girl, it's hard to go up a mountain, it's hard to coax a girl, it's hard to go up to the blue sky!"
"Stupid," Song Fei made a move, "What's the use of just talking sweet words, you'll get something good, a gift."
Xiang Yang squinted: "You give me money?"
Song Fei silently turned his head and looked out the window. He can give advice, but can't pay.
Wang Qingyuan closed the English-Chinese Dictionary, and suggested: "Just let her come, don't you just want to watch our sports meeting, what a big deal."
"Why don't you two want it?" Xiang Yang felt that it was necessary to educate the bachelor roommates, "The girl said she wanted to come to the sports meeting, and the subtext was that she wanted to come and see you. If you really don't have a project, that's fine. Take a step back and just be You two went on an outing..."
"This is the end." Wang Qingyuan didn't understand why.
"But I have a project!" Xiang Yang yelled up to the sky, and then started a super imitation show, "Afterwards, my girlfriend communicated with my sisters, hey, you want to go to the boyfriend sports meeting tomorrow? I'm going too. Is that right, your boyfriend What event is your friend participating in? Sprint relay. Where is your boyfriend? Eight Diagrams Tai Chi Fan."
Wang Qingyuan: "..."
Song Fei glanced at the big red fan lying beside the pillow, speechless.
Tai Chi Fan and Military Sports are the school's traditional competitive sports. It is said that they have a glorious history of decades. Every time there is a sports meeting, all the colleges must participate in the battle, and they will not stop until they get first and second. However, as new students from the new era entered the school one after another, this group project encountered more and more strong resistance, mainly because it was time-consuming, labor-intensive and labor-intensive. Freshmen and sophomores participated in a group, and it really won the ranking. The points are not much higher than other individual events. No one wants to get up early and practice hard for a few months just to make the school leaders have a good time. Department of glory. Over time, these two gradually degenerated into performances. At first, several departments participated, but in the past two years, it has become Taiji Fan of the School of History and Military Sports of the School of Mathematics.
One essay, one theory, one soft and one hard, I don't know whether it is the school leader's mandatory nomination, the school leader's true love, or the fate of the two of them. In short, it is the students who suffer in the end.
What's even more outrageous is that in order to perform powerfully, the Tai Chi fans purchased by their academy this year are made of stainless steel fans and covered with red silk fans. wind.
A bleak silence spread, and it was a sad subject from which no one could escape unscathed.
"Where is Ren Zhe?" In the sad silence, Song Fei found that 440 lacked a general.
Xiang Yang shrugged: "What else can I do, a day trip."
The one-day campus tour is an artifact developed by the boys from the Department of Tourism Management. It is usually only for the freshmen of the same school. The operation process is basically that the seniors use the "professional internship" as an excuse to formulate an intra-campus tour route, and then start to pick up girls. With a harmless smile to capture the first-year college girl who has not been deeply involved in the world, the euphemistic name is to discover the hidden beauty of the campus. Right now, the end of October is the best time to lie to school girls not long after they enter school.
"Fuck! It's real!" Xiang Yang yelled in surprise, then rolled down from the upper bunk with a bang, opened the door of the dormitory and started poking around.
Song Fei who was sitting on the bed was startled, stared at the top of his roommate's head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiang Yang ignored him and continued to look around vigorously. Song Fei was aroused by his curiosity and jumped down to follow him to probe outside.
The corridor of the male dormitory building is long and narrow, with dozens of dormitories scattered on both sides, almost beyond sight. 440 is on the west side, and now there is a group of people looming at the end of the east corridor, but it is too far away to see clearly.
"I'll go, it looks like it's a real thing." Zhao Jinxin from 441 next door also opened the door and came out, seeing the two classmates poking their heads and chatting quickly.
Song Fei was about to fall ill in a hurry, and this was a curious, scratching heart: "What the hell is it!"
Wang Qingyuan also came from behind: "Look at the group yourself."
Song Fei and the others have a college WeChat group. Because of the large number of people, most of them have nothing to do, and Song Fei blocked it later. Now when Wang Qingyuan talked about the group, his conditioned reflex was this. He hurried back to touch the phone, turned it on, and the screen was full of "Fuck me", "I'll go" and "Fuck it", regardless of the people in the group What do the counselors think? Song Fei has been scrolling through hundreds of posts before he saw the real thing—a student in Dormitory 402 of the Department of Archeology has been missing for four days. The classmate's computer bag and half human leg are now suspected to have been killed. The police are checking the classmate's belongings in 402, and the three roommates have been questioned separately.
To say that Song Fei still had expectations before watching it, but after watching it, I really feel bored. Something may be true, otherwise the police would not have come, but the most likely thing is that something was lost and the owner called the police. This kind of thing is not uncommon in the dormitory building. What is lost contact and killed must be because I watched too much social news and made up nonsense there. You can see eight of these school rumors in Moments a day, all of which are said as if you were at the scene, and you have half a fucking leg, if you have the ability, you can post pictures.
As if just to hate Song Fei, following the classmate who broke the news, within ten posts, someone posted a "picture of the scene suspected to be from the classmate who reported the crime".
The picture is blurry, and the small picture is completely fake. Song Fei has a cheap hand, so he had to click to see it. The result is a piece of leg that can be definitely distinguished when taking a picture, no matter how shaken it is, and if it is not in focus. Only the calves and feet were left, and the calf was already bloody and bloody, except for the white Nike shoe on the foot, which was particularly dazzling under the solidified and blackened blood.
Song Fei felt nauseous for a while.
He still firmly believed that this so-called "live picture" was just found everywhere on the Internet, but helplessly, it reminded him of the "classic movies" he had watched and reviewed. When the two overlapped, his stomach began to churn.