Qi Yan won the second place in the end, and the first place was from the Faculty of Arts. At first, no one paid much attention to the unattractive boy, but in the last five laps, he and Qi Yan had completely thrown off the remaining opponents. Qi Yan is tall and has long legs. He runs with long strides and a steady rhythm, which is pleasing to the eye. This student is a head shorter than Qi Yan. He has a disadvantage in stride length, but he wins in frequency. He has a kind of perseverance in running.
Song Fei clutched his phone, but he hardly took his eyes off the field during the second half. He could see that Qi Yan had tried his best, but in the end he followed the other party three steps and crossed the finish line. On the broadcast, congratulations were given to the first place in the Faculty of Arts and the second place in the Faculty of Biological Sciences, and the names of the athletes were also reported. Song Fei didn't listen much, and all his attention was on Qi Yan.
The man was bending over and leaning on his knees, panting unceasingly, Song Fei knew that he was exhausted to the extreme, and the final sprint was simply trying to the limit. If it were me, Song Fei thought, right now she would be lying on the ground in a large font with a bang, loving someone. But that's Qi Yan, who has to maintain his image at all times, and he doesn't know whether this almost abnormal self-discipline is innate or cultivated.
The finish line is near Song Fei's area, if Qi Yan looks over at this time, he can definitely meet Song Fei's eyes. And with Song Fei and the others all wearing big white robes, it's hard not to lock them in. But from the beginning to the end, Qi Yan kept his back to this side, and didn't even look over until he left.
The complaints belonged to the complaints, but Song Fei felt sorry for him. With this guy's character, not getting first place is tantamount to failure, and it doesn't make any difference whether he is second or last. Thinking about it this way, looking at that lonely back again, it feels a little disappointing and distressing.
The sports meeting lasted for two days. In the afternoon of the second day, the students of the sports department who had been busy in multiple key positions such as event organization, referees, and scorekeepers finally transformed into sweeping monks—the exhibition game began.
Under normal circumstances, there is no harm without comparison, but when the gap between the two is too great, even if the weak one is removed, the strong one will still make you dumbfounded. It was almost like a gust of wind, and it blew past in front of him all at once, and there was no time to see the figure, so he could only use his naked eyes to follow the noisy dust that was brought up behind Jianer.
In the end, the 440 students came to a conclusion—there is a specialization in the art field, so let's practice Tai Chi well.
With the end of the sports meeting, the weather is getting cooler. Some hardy broad-leaved trees on campus have begun to turn yellow. Occasionally, a few pieces of them will fall with the wind to the tall and straight pines and cypresses. The golden leaves and dark green pine needles are very beautiful.
Song Fei resumed his exclusive regular routine - taking compulsory courses, skipping elective courses, catching up with new episodes, and swiping his phone. But after a week, he felt awkward. Originally, Wang Qingyuan was the only one in the dormitory who was either reading books or doing homework every day. Xiang Yang usually used his mobile phone to make out with his daughter-in-law. Ren Zhe hardly saw him from morning to night except in class. On the way to flirt with schoolgirls. But in recent days, the 440 days are full, and except for Song Fei who is holding a notebook, the other three are working hard at their desks, and the word "diligence" can be seen just from their backs.
There was no class this afternoon, Song Fei felt that it was a good time in the evening, but it ended tragically with "waking up in a strange and terrifying silence". The reason why I say this is because this kind of silence is not pure silence, but 99% silence + 1% subtle low-decibel sound. This low-decibel sound is a combination of occasional flipping of books and scratching of paper with the tip of the pen. In the background of 99% quiet, it is particularly "exciting".
When Song Fei sat up on the upper bunk, the sun was just setting. 440 was shrouded in a warm and soft halo, together with a "dumb person" on the upper berth and three "good students" on the lower table. The backs of the roommates working at their desks perfectly coincided with their ex-boyfriends at this moment, and the weather-beaten classmate Song felt a sense of horror that "just out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den".
"Cough," Song Fei cleared his throat, and asked cautiously, "Well, can I interrupt you two?"
The words were addressed to three people, but Wang Qingyuan remained silent in a tacit understanding, while Xiang Yang and Ren Zhe raised their heads enthusiastically—
"What's wrong?"
"What are you doing?"
Song Fei was relieved, at least the roommates still accurately positioned themselves.
"It's time for me to ask you two, are you bewitched or possessed, do you want to go to heaven so hard?"
Ren Zhe gave Xiang Yang a look, indicating, you say.
The latter nodded, looked up, and said earnestly: "Brother, sharpen your guns before the battle, don't be unhappy."
Song Fei seemed to see the real questions on the other party's desk exuding colorful rays of light that blinded his eyes.
"The problem is, haven't you both passed the fourth level?!" It was very sad to say this, but Song Fei couldn't care less, he wanted to defend the dignity of "the only iron-blooded man in 440 who disdains to pass the fourth level".
The two roommates looked at each other because of the words, and finally responded unanimously: "Yes, so we are reviewing the sixth grade."
It was Song Fei's turn to be stupid. He suspected that he had auditory hallucinations: "You two are going to take the CET-6 exam? Didn't you, Yang Zi, say that you will never touch English books in your life after CET-4? You won't even take the compulsory courses! Ren Zhe , Chinese should be popularized all over the world, is that what you said?"
Xiang Yang put down his pen, as if he was recalling the past, he was chic and unrestrained, with distant and blurred eyes. After a while, the confusion dissipated, leaving only desolation. He looked at Song Fei and sighed quietly: "Young man, you don't understand. There is a kind of hard work that makes your wife feel that you should be hardworking."
Song Fei swallowed, and suddenly wanted to give classmate Xiang a comforting hug.
"What about you? You don't have a daughter-in-law, right?" Xiang Yang's helplessness is understandable, but Ren Zhe's efforts are groundless.
I don't want Ren Zhe toss his flowing hair: "Dude, haven't you seen the reality clearly? You only have less than three years left to seduce girls by relying on your academic performance. If you are young and don't work hard, the boss is just sad!"
Song Fei swallowed again, and finally felt that he deserved to be punished for wanting to go back to sleep.
"I'm going downstairs to get some water, does anyone want to bring it..." Song Fei jumped out of bed, and decided to go to the boiling water room to calm down.
Wang Qingyuan: "No need."
Ren Zhe: "Just finished playing at noon."
Xiang Yang: "I'll go later and have a meal in the cafeteria."
As soon as he entered the school, the school was as deep as the sea, and from then on, the scumbag was a passerby. Song Fei didn't even have to fetch water by himself, and Song Fei felt sad.
Ever since they were confiscated and the instructors named and criticized them, Song Fei and his dormitory have been very law-abiding. They have been carrying a thermos downstairs to fetch water these days. Song Fei was going to eat first, then fetch water, so he put the emerald green thermos pot in the ocean-like array of thermos pots in front of the water room door, and leaned thoughtfully under the window sill of the water room. One is that this location is easy to remember, and the other is that there are guardrails on the windows, so that he can use the bicycle lock he carries to lock the thermos firmly with the iron railings.
Fireproof, anti-theft and anti-lost pot, what a painful realization.
The cafeteria just arrived at five o'clock was deserted, and the dishes were not yet fully served, let alone the students. At a glance, there were only a few heads, and the rest were rows of empty plastic stools. Song Fei went straight to the first window, made rice first, and then moved to the second window. Sure enough, the new dishes were impatient. put out.
"It's quite early today." The aunt who cooks in this area all year round knows Song Fei. There are students who dare to challenge new dishes, but there are very few who come to challenge. As time goes by, she can't bear to serve dishes. It's time to cast the "Wrist Shake" skill.
"Well, there is no class." Song Fei smiled cutely, but he was all focused on the dishes. The new red and white dishes brought back fond memories of him practicing Tai Chi Fan, but even though he read countless dishes, he couldn't I was also a little uncertain, "Auntie, what is this today?"
"Watermelon fried rice cake."
"Okay, I'll order a mapo tofu."
—Song Fei likes to try new things, but he is not short-hearted.
Halfway through the meal, the cafeteria gradually began to fill up, and there was at least half an hour before the peak, so Song Fei didn't care too much and continued to eat his own. Until a person sat down opposite.
Song Fei's first reaction was to frown, and when he raised his head, he wanted to say that the classmates had plenty of seats, why bother squeezing me, but when he saw Qi Yan's face, he choked for an instant, but luckily he ate tofu instead of meat, so he managed to swallow it.
"What a coincidence." Qi Yan smiled, still showing unity and friendship.
Song Fei glanced at the red and white dish on his plate, couldn't hold back, and asked, "You ask what kind of dish it is, so you just eat it?"
Qi Yan didn't even think about it: "You don't need to ask, you can tell at a glance, fried rice cakes with watermelon."
Song Fei was speechless, only admired.
Okay, let’s not pursue what you can see. The question is: "You didn’t have such a heavy taste before..." I remember that when the two were together, every time they made new dishes by themselves, they would make each other speechless.
Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and began to eat: "Occasionally, I also change the taste."
Song Fei couldn't see his expression clearly, but felt that the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell where it was. Fortunately, this unbearable delicacy was quickly blown away by the other party's "difficult to explain" expression.
Song Fei suppressed a smile: "Come on strong man, give me a taste."
Qi Yan spat out the rice cake, and gave a word for the first time: "Fuck."
The divine dishes that forced the three-good students to swear were all given to the leftover cart, and Qi Yan forcibly divided up one-third of Song Fei's mapo tofu. Even if the auntie didn't skimp on the food, she couldn't help sharing it like this, and the two of them ate the same dish, and there seemed to be something wrong. Later, Song Fei couldn't bear it anymore, so he ordered another Kung Pao Chicken. As a result, classmate Qi didn't see him at all, and the chopsticks poked at the diced chicken again.
Song Fei got angry: "Which one are you eating?"
Qi Yan's face covered with rice grains was full of confusion and innocence: "Can't we eat together..."
Song Feijiu, after much deliberation, seemed to be able to answer like this: "There's nothing I can't do..."
Qi Yan smiled again, and with the rice grains on the corner of his mouth, his appearance miraculously improved several steps.
Song Fei was almost blinded by the flash, so he simply stopped looking at him and lowered his head to pick up the rice.
In fact, when Qi Yan didn't hate him, he was pretty good, just like now, handsome with soft cuteness, handsome with cuteness hidden. Just at that moment, he even fantasized about being up there... Forget it, don't mention the past, life has been full of storms.
"By the way, don't go out these few days if you have nothing to do." Qi Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks, the cuteness and cuteness had long since disappeared, and it was the usual imperative sentence again.
Subconsciously, Song Fei wanted to sing the opposite: "It's up to you."
Qi Yan frowned, and could see that he was trying to endure and keep calm: "A classmate in the Department of Archeology died, did you know?"
Song Fei was shocked: "Is he really dead? Didn't he say that he lost contact, and that he dropped out of school by himself."
Qi Yan was defeated by him: "You and him live on the same floor, how can you be so foolish. Is your head filled with tofu or paste!"
Both options are very unpopular with Song.
But Qi Yan was relieved, he found it too tiring to use love to influence him, so he went back to feel comfortable: "It's really dead, and it's a dismembered body. When it was found, there was only half a leg left, and the identity was verified by DNA."
Song Fei still had doubts: "It's as if you saw it with your own eyes."
"I listened when the head of the department discussed it."
Song Fei was silent. Qi Yan will never beat around the bush, but he will not scare people either. He thought of that photo again, and looked at the Mapo Tofu and Kung Pao Chicken again, and completely lost his appetite.
Qi Yan didn't know Song Fei's psychological shadow, and continued: "The incident happened at the gate of the University of Science and Technology the day before yesterday. I always feel that our university town is not peaceful recently. You should try to go out as little as possible."
Song Fei was puzzled: "What about the University of Science and Technology?"
Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "You don't know the one who gnawed your face?"
"Wait, wait," Song Fei felt a chill all over his body, "What the hell, can you say it again?"
"Gnaw face," Qi Yan understood his needs very well, and repeated every word clearly, "The video is spreading like crazy on Weibo, didn't you see it?"
Song Fei shook his head blankly. There are 10,000 hotspots on Weibo every day, and he usually receives 9,999, but he missed the only relevant one.
Without further ado, Qi Yan took out his phone and opened Weibo to find videos that hadn't been deleted for him to watch.
There is no wifi in the cafeteria, and Song Fei feels distressed when he thinks of the traffic that is rushing, even though it belongs to the other party. But soon, he didn't care about it anymore. The video was shaky and blurry, and the picture was very blurry. One person was faintly seen throwing himself on top of another person, as if he was gnawing, but it could also be understood as a kiss. if.
The video was only ten seconds long, and it came to an abrupt end soon.
Song Fei clicked on the comments below. The hottest comment on the top was a revelation that the man who gnawed his face was shot dead by the police who arrived, but the victim suddenly stood up and attacked the police. Was picked up by 120.
"True or not?" Song Fei asked, pointing to this revelation.
Qi Yan shook his head honestly: "I don't know."
Song Fei looked down again. Most people suspected that both the gnawer and the gnawed had taken drugs. In the hallucination of drugs, one first laid hands on the other, and then the one who was shot was freed and began to be driven by the illusion. , Crazy attack. Someone later posted a link, which was a similar case abroad, where a drug addict attacked a homeless man, also biting his face, and in the end the drug addict was shot dead and the homeless man was seriously injured. However, quite a few people made a fuss, saying that this is just like a zombie movie, and it must be an infected person who can climb up and attack after being gnawed. There are also enthusiastic netizens below who added several domestic videos, saying that they were collected online. The street photos from all over the country that are suspected of a biochemical crisis, the shaking mirror of Yishui, and the attack of passers-by in Yishui. The distances vary from far to near, and the pixels vary from high to low. It looks like a masterpiece of different people, different mobile phones and different places. . Finally, some netizens concluded that the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear explosions are coming, and it is time to stage "2012".
Song Fei doesn't believe in the end times. He said that when the earth was destroyed in 1999, his parents were as gluey as glue, and he was healthy and strong when he was two years old; when he said that the end of 2012 came, he naively believed it. Now he adheres to the scientific outlook on development and strives to build a harmonious society.
But the vicious case is obvious, and two people are eaten out of one meal. The University of Science and Technology is next to the University of Foreign Languages, and it is very close to them. Thinking of such a thing happening next to him, Song Fei's scalp tingles for no reason.
Losing appetite for dinner, Song Fei and Qi Yan hastily delivered dinner plates, and quickly left the cafeteria.
Next to the cafeteria is the water room, next to the water room is the supermarket, and next to the supermarket is the dormitory. The four in one form the entire living area.
"I'll fetch water, you go back first." Song Fei didn't know what else to chat with Qi Yan, so he broke up on the spot.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yan tilted his head: "Coincidentally, I also fetch water."
Song Fei sneered at him who was empty-handed: "Come on, you are good at hitting."
Qi Yan pointed to the door of the water room: "I put the kettle over there."
Song Fei had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the bastard walked to the window with him, and saw a bright pink companion next to his chain-locked green thermos.
"You fucking did it on purpose." The interrogative sentence, but Song Fei was almost certain, after all, there was no second person in the whole school to lock the pot with a car chain!
Qi Yan shook his head solemnly: "I put it here first, didn't you see it when you locked the pot? I also deliberately locked it next to me because you recognized it as mine."
Song Fei was stunned, dumbfounded.
Qi Yan's water bottle is a hot item in school, and he can find a hundred or so identical ones within a radius of ten meters, and he doesn't leave his own unique marks on the water bottle like most of his classmates. The bright pink water bottle girl is just like that Clean and quiet, slim. Song Fei really couldn't remember if there was this person next to him when he locked the pot.
Well, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, isn't it just a matter of fetching water together, half a minute.
In the blink of an eye, two male students who had a complicated relationship with heavy thermos came out of the water room.
Song Fei couldn't wait to break up on the spot for the second time: "I'm going to the supermarket to buy something, you go back first."
Qi Yan tilted his head: "Coincidentally, I also do shopping."
Fuck, it’s enough to use one reason twice. You’ve changed your words and sentences anyway, can’t you take some time off! ! !
Song Fei swears, if he wants to say, then I will not buy it and go back to the dormitory, this product will definitely follow.
Absolutely a convulsion.
Qi Yan seldom has convulsions, but once in a while, it is enough for Song Fei. Past experience tells him that the best way to deal with it is to let him do it.
Song Fei and his university’s supermarket was originally called “Xiyangyang”. The school runs it by itself, and the area is quite large, but the items are incomplete and not new. Even the display is still in the style of more than ten years ago. It looks like there is no desire to buy, and it is about to go bankrupt. . Later, the school gritted its teeth and started attracting foreign investment, and soon the "joyful" became "fenduoduo".
Still the same, before entering the supermarket, Song Fei locked the pot beside the handrail of the stairs at the entrance of the supermarket.
Qi Yan watched him lock the car chain again, inexplicably feeling sorry for the little green pot: "You have written it like this, so you don't need to lock it."
Different from the smooth body of Qi Yan's pot, Song Fei's thermos bottle had twelve bold and black characters written on it with a marker—a cursed vortex inside the pot, whoever steals it will fail!
Song Fei shook his head, feeling that Qi Yan was still too naive: "There are many proletarian fighters in our school who don't engage in feudal superstitions. To treat them, it's useless to threaten them, we can only lock them hard."
Qi Yan shrugged, too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
Ten minutes later, the two returned with a full load. Song Fei's harvest is mainly instant noodle drink melon seeds, Qi Yan's is much simpler - a piece of ice cream.
Song Fei didn't want to complain about him anymore: "Brother, cool down today."
Qi Yan smiled and took a bite, as if on purpose. He is in a good mood now, sweeter than ice cream. It seems that the occasional early leave from the library is also... uh, wait a minute.
Song Fei looked at Qi Yan's face suddenly darkening in bewilderment, and then followed his gaze to look at the handrail of the supermarket stairs - Xiaolu was fine, and Xiaofan disappeared without a trace.
Song Fei laughed, and couldn't be more gloating: "I'll let you pretend not to mark it hahahaha, hurry up and eat another ice cream to get angry hahahahahaha..."
Qi Yan stood where he was, not in the mood to eat ice cream.
Song Fei shook the key triumphantly, as if showing off, and unlocked the car while humming a little song: "See, I will learn from my brother in the future, so you won't... hey?" The pot was put down, and the lid was opened. Sure enough, the inside was empty, and the hot water just filled had disappeared.
"Fuck, steal water for 20 cents!!!"
Qi Yan stuffed the ice cream into his mouth again, feeling that it was extremely sweet again.