Chapter 32
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In the second round of the big battle of the vending machine, the small partners of class 1 absorbed the experience of Song Fei, and at the same time, they also took care of the rear, so they won the third floor very smoothly. The whole process was just like the copy and paste in the first round.
After a short break, the students who have greatly increased their confidence will start the third round of stampede. The second floor is different from the third and fourth floors, and most of them are large borrowing rooms and self-study rooms. My friends are very optimistic. If there are zombies in the strategic area, we should clean them first. If we can't clean them, we should change the room nearby. Anyway, as long as we can let Song Fei, who is in charge of attacking the East and the west, have a hiding place in general.
However, they thought of all the possible accidents, but missed one.
It's an audio-visual collection and projection room on the second floor, located in the southwest corner, roughly perpendicular to the position of Song Fei in the first round of the previous battle. However, unlike the bright and clean windows in the archives, the curtains here are drawn all the year round due to the need to show materials, and the curtains are specially selected, with heavy material and few light transmission.
It's not open to students. It's the first time for them to enter. It's the same way as a closed shelf library. Knock on a small piece of glass and open the window. But this time, one more step is to lift the heavy curtains.
It was Qi Yan who did it. I don't know when, he became the default forward of class 1 of wusheng. All collective actions are in the front. He has no regrets and everyone trusts him very much. Therefore, when Qi Yan opened the curtain but didn't step in, everyone knew that it was wrong.
Soon, a bad smell came out. Without the closure of the glass, without the curtain cover, the taste is directly disgusting.
The first reaction of the guys was zombies. But looking back on the close combat with the zombies since the accident, although they also had the smell of rotten food, they were far from so strong.
Finally, Qi Yan turned aside, and everyone saw that under the dazzling light for some time, five students' bodies curled up in the corner.
They cuddle closely together, maybe they have died too long, and their facial features and body posture are deformed. But they were not hurt. Even if they didn't approach, they could see clearly. They were intact from head to foot, just like this video room, with white walls and bright floors.
They are trapped here alive.
Lindley was the first to cry. She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to suppress her sobs, but she couldn't stop her tears and got wet through the back of her hand.
They couldn't bear to see it again. They turned their backs and breathed the cold air.
Qi Yan put down the curtain and said nothing for a long time.
For more than half a month, they have seen too many zombies, from extreme fear to slight fear, from extreme nausea to complete habituation. But for students, it's still not good. They have also seen students gnawed, students jump, but the former happened, most of them to run for their lives, the latter happened, when it was late at night. There is not a time like now, so close and clear, so direct and tragic, as if closed eyes, can return to the pain and despair of that moment.
After a while, Qi Yan went in again and pulled down the curtain. Then, the wide curtain gently covered the body, and the corner turned into a chaotic dark red.
From the beginning to the end, both Qi Yan and his friends who watched him do all this were quiet and silent.
Perhaps in their hearts are thinking of the same thing - once tragic can be covered by them, but the way ahead, when they sad day, who will let them rest in peace?
The battle on the second floor didn't take shape. The direct reason for people to give up is that there are too many zombies. In fact, they already had this feeling when they cleaned up the last two points and started to test tactics at fixed points, which was exactly what they expected. The noise of zombies running on the second floor is enough to cover the mobile phone bell. Some zombies can be involved in this way, but certainly not all of them, or even more than 60%. In this case, it is very dangerous to smash the vending machine and block the stairway.
When we realized that it was not feasible, we decided to give up and return to the closed shelf library.
Any scheme has the possibility of failure, far from speaking, just say to express point, they changed several plans in a row. But there is no time like this, let their fighting spirit also follow the rout.
The reason is tacit, but no one is willing to explain it.
All afternoon after returning to the library, everyone was quiet, either sitting by the window, or lying on the books, or leaning against the corner, or hiding in the bookshelf. They had no communication with each other and fell into a heavy depression tacitly.
Until six in the evening, night falls.
In the past, the campus at this time should be in full bloom, but after the outbreak of the corpse tide, the lights are always on, regardless of night and day, and the lights are always off, regardless of day and night.
There are more dead than bright.
Song Fei leaned against the side of the bookshelf, facing the window, looking into the night sky. In order to forget the tragedy of the video studio, he forced himself to think about the small town in his hometown. It's a comfortable city. There are no scenic spots or former residences of great people. There are only people who live and work in peace and contentment. The traffic flows on the road which is not too wide. The buildings on both sides of the road are not fancy. Even the railway station in the center of the city is simple and simple.At this moment in the small city, are there countless people looking out of the window, do not know where tomorrow is, or still live and work in peace and contentment, Wanjiadenghuo?
Song Fei hopes the latter.
Looking down, the mobile phone still has no signal.
He still insists on charging it every day. He always feels that it will ring at an unexpected moment.
Why?
Song Fei's bored finger on the screen suddenly stopped, surprised and blurted out: "today is new year's Day!"
One sentence attracted the attention of all the little friends. It's just like the surface of the lake with a thin layer of ice is smashed by the stones, and the water is surging. Everyone took out their mobile phones one after another - except for a few of them - and turned on the screen to unlock them. It was an amazing January 1.
The first day of the new year.
They spent three-quarters of this wonderful day in adventure, excitement, fighting, sadness and depression. When they found out, there were only six hours left for them.
Eight people looked at each other, including Song Fei, and couldn't find the right expression for a moment. blank? Bitter? Happy? Joy? be able neither to cry nor to laugh? It doesn't seem right.
Chou chuckled bitterly and muttered to himself, "New Year's day, ah, it's ironic."
You know what he meant.
God gave them the new year's first gift - spoiler.
"We'll end up like that." Josch said what had been in everyone's heart all afternoon, but no one dared to say.
The boys were silent.
Only Song Fei, like everyone else, thought about this question all afternoon, but his answer was, "No."
There is no pretending brave high spirited, only calm tenacity.
Wang Qingyuan squinted at him and deliberately said, "a good start is half the success. It seems that the beginning of our new year is not very good."
Song Fei put his mobile phone back in his pocket, and he said, "we didn't find that it was new year's day before, it's not.". So our new year, from now on
"Xing -" Wang Qingyuan shrugged his shoulders. The echo of the elongated voice seemed helpless, but he already had a smile in his eyes.
Qi Yan is even more nimble. He has already piled his spoils on the "book shop". Now he sits cross legged and looks up at his comrades in arms: "what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
No matter how silly my friends are, they can see clearly. They can sing a song and get the ducks on the shelves The three of you are able to get together!
"No matter what happened, from now on, it's the past tense." Song Fei raised AD calcium milk and said, "let's drink to our old age again, cheers!"
AD calcium milk, red bull, boiled water and other different drinks collide in the air, making a sound that is not clear at all. People who drink cheers have the same light of hope in their eyes -
"Happy New Year!"
Repressed one afternoon, at this time, class 1 of Wu Sheng is like the college entrance examination students who have been waiting for the list for many days. Go to the future of his mother, I want to spend the summer vacation now!
After a symbolic drink of "wine", the people opened the bowl noodles which had been soaked for a long time. In an instant, the old jar of pickled cabbage filled the library. The taste is so kind and familiar, warm and reassuring that everyone who is immersed in it feels that they should live another 500 years.
"This is our second festival after the accident." Luo Geng took a big mouthful of noodles and swallowed without chewing. "No matter what you think, I feel better than last time. At least there are more people in our team now than last time. Two vending machines have also been smashed successfully. We haven't met such bastards as last time. So next Festival, next Festival, our situation will only get better and better, really. "
Josie was drinking instant noodle soup. He was so worried that he almost burned his tongue: "why do we have to spend the next holiday together? Can't we wait to rescue the whole class? "
Luo Geng thought seriously and nodded: "this proposal is OK."
Josch black line, WTF almost exits.
The comrades in arms burst into laughter. Enough of laughter, just talk about the canteen battle. After all, the only choice is the canteen.
In fact, there is a general plan, only actions on some key points need to be discussed and deliberated. Because even eating and drinking, we are not so serious. We don't know where to talk and where to talk. As a result, we talk about the decoration of the dining hall.
is definitely make complaints about the outer glass curtain wall, and the hate value of its comrades is breaking through the sky. Then there are doors, windows, glass, marble floors, and even row seats. Anyway, there is nothing that can satisfy the friends.
Zhou Tongyi must be the one who spurts the most fiercely. Others spurt by feeling, and he spurts by profession. After hearing this, Song Fei felt a little sympathy for the place where the students live. He just interrupted: "Hey, you're architecture department. Architecture is not about building design. How do I feel that your knowledge covers the field of decoration? "
Zhou Junyi squinted at him: "I want to design a building. Who asked me to design it? Do you think I can be an architect after graduation. Let me tell you, 10% of our professional designers are good. The rest is either decoration or civil engineering. It's still good. There are a lot of people floating around without jobs. "Song Fei was very sad and felt the same way: "in our tourism management, do you think you can manage the scenic spots after graduation? It would be nice to be a tour guide. "
"Do you think we are too poor?" sighed Luo Geng, lying down in a big shape and looking at the ceiling in confusion. "From childhood to adulthood, we have nothing else to do but study and go to college. It's not easy to be admitted to university, and I have to worry about finding a job.... "
"I'd rather worry about finding a job now," Song Fei said with a bitter smile
It's a rotten sentence used by countless novels and movies that Song Fei once despised. Now I understand that the reason why he used it badly is because it was really accurate - if he could turn back the clock, he would reform his mind, study hard and never waste it again. Because those college life he once thought was extremely boring, but at this moment, he most wanted to restore the peace and beauty.
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In the second round of the big battle of the vending machine, the small partners of class 1 absorbed the experience of Song Fei, and at the same time, they also took care of the rear, so they won the third floor very smoothly. The whole process was just like the copy and paste in the first round.
After a short break, the students who have greatly increased their confidence will start the third round of stampede. The second floor is different from the third and fourth floors, and most of them are large borrowing rooms and self-study rooms. My friends are very optimistic. If there are zombies in the strategic area, we should clean them first. If we can't clean them, we should change the room nearby. Anyway, as long as we can let Song Fei, who is in charge of attacking the East and the west, have a hiding place in general.
However, they thought of all the possible accidents, but missed one.
It's an audio-visual collection and projection room on the second floor, located in the southwest corner, roughly perpendicular to the position of Song Fei in the first round of the previous battle. However, unlike the bright and clean windows in the archives, the curtains here are drawn all the year round due to the need to show materials, and the curtains are specially selected, with heavy material and few light transmission.
It's not open to students. It's the first time for them to enter. It's the same way as a closed shelf library. Knock on a small piece of glass and open the window. But this time, one more step is to lift the heavy curtains.
It was Qi Yan who did it. I don't know when, he became the default forward of class 1 of wusheng. All collective actions are in the front. He has no regrets and everyone trusts him very much. Therefore, when Qi Yan opened the curtain but didn't step in, everyone knew that it was wrong.
Soon, a bad smell came out. Without the closure of the glass, without the curtain cover, the taste is directly disgusting.
The first reaction of the guys was zombies. But looking back on the close combat with the zombies since the accident, although they also had the smell of rotten food, they were far from so strong.
Finally, Qi Yan turned aside, and everyone saw that under the dazzling light for some time, five students' bodies curled up in the corner.
They cuddle closely together, maybe they have died too long, and their facial features and body posture are deformed. But they were not hurt. Even if they didn't approach, they could see clearly. They were intact from head to foot, just like this video room, with white walls and bright floors.
They are trapped here alive.
Lindley was the first to cry. She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to suppress her sobs, but she couldn't stop her tears and got wet through the back of her hand.
They couldn't bear to see it again. They turned their backs and breathed the cold air.
Qi Yan put down the curtain and said nothing for a long time.
For more than half a month, they have seen too many zombies, from extreme fear to slight fear, from extreme nausea to complete habituation. But for students, it's still not good. They have also seen students gnawed, students jump, but the former happened, most of them to run for their lives, the latter happened, when it was late at night. There is not a time like now, so close and clear, so direct and tragic, as if closed eyes, can return to the pain and despair of that moment.
After a while, Qi Yan went in again and pulled down the curtain. Then, the wide curtain gently covered the body, and the corner turned into a chaotic dark red.
From the beginning to the end, both Qi Yan and his friends who watched him do all this were quiet and silent.
Perhaps in their hearts are thinking of the same thing - once tragic can be covered by them, but the way ahead, when they sad day, who will let them rest in peace?
The battle on the second floor didn't take shape. The direct reason for people to give up is that there are too many zombies. In fact, they already had this feeling when they cleaned up the last two points and started to test tactics at fixed points, which was exactly what they expected. The noise of zombies running on the second floor is enough to cover the mobile phone bell. Some zombies can be involved in this way, but certainly not all of them, or even more than 60%. In this case, it is very dangerous to smash the vending machine and block the stairway.
When we realized that it was not feasible, we decided to give up and return to the closed shelf library.
Any scheme has the possibility of failure, far from speaking, just say to express point, they changed several plans in a row. But there is no time like this, let their fighting spirit also follow the rout.
The reason is tacit, but no one is willing to explain it.
All afternoon after returning to the library, everyone was quiet, either sitting by the window, or lying on the books, or leaning against the corner, or hiding in the bookshelf. They had no communication with each other and fell into a heavy depression tacitly.
Until six in the evening, night falls.
In the past, the campus at this time should be in full bloom, but after the outbreak of the corpse tide, the lights are always on, regardless of night and day, and the lights are always off, regardless of day and night.
There are more dead than bright.
Song Fei leaned against the side of the bookshelf, facing the window, looking into the night sky. In order to forget the tragedy of the video studio, he forced himself to think about the small town in his hometown. It's a comfortable city. There are no scenic spots or former residences of great people. There are only people who live and work in peace and contentment. The traffic flows on the road which is not too wide. The buildings on both sides of the road are not fancy. Even the railway station in the center of the city is simple and simple.At this moment in the small city, are there countless people looking out of the window, do not know where tomorrow is, or still live and work in peace and contentment, Wanjiadenghuo?
Song Fei hopes the latter.
Looking down, the mobile phone still has no signal.
He still insists on charging it every day. He always feels that it will ring at an unexpected moment.
Why?
Song Fei's bored finger on the screen suddenly stopped, surprised and blurted out: "today is new year's Day!"
One sentence attracted the attention of all the little friends. It's just like the surface of the lake with a thin layer of ice is smashed by the stones, and the water is surging. Everyone took out their mobile phones one after another - except for a few of them - and turned on the screen to unlock them. It was an amazing January 1.
The first day of the new year.
They spent three-quarters of this wonderful day in adventure, excitement, fighting, sadness and depression. When they found out, there were only six hours left for them.
Eight people looked at each other, including Song Fei, and couldn't find the right expression for a moment. blank? Bitter? Happy? Joy? be able neither to cry nor to laugh? It doesn't seem right.
Chou chuckled bitterly and muttered to himself, "New Year's day, ah, it's ironic."
You know what he meant.
God gave them the new year's first gift - spoiler.
"We'll end up like that." Josch said what had been in everyone's heart all afternoon, but no one dared to say.
The boys were silent.
Only Song Fei, like everyone else, thought about this question all afternoon, but his answer was, "No."
There is no pretending brave high spirited, only calm tenacity.
Wang Qingyuan squinted at him and deliberately said, "a good start is half the success. It seems that the beginning of our new year is not very good."
Song Fei put his mobile phone back in his pocket, and he said, "we didn't find that it was new year's day before, it's not.". So our new year, from now on
"Xing -" Wang Qingyuan shrugged his shoulders. The echo of the elongated voice seemed helpless, but he already had a smile in his eyes.
Qi Yan is even more nimble. He has already piled his spoils on the "book shop". Now he sits cross legged and looks up at his comrades in arms: "what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
No matter how silly my friends are, they can see clearly. They can sing a song and get the ducks on the shelves The three of you are able to get together!
"No matter what happened, from now on, it's the past tense." Song Fei raised AD calcium milk and said, "let's drink to our old age again, cheers!"
AD calcium milk, red bull, boiled water and other different drinks collide in the air, making a sound that is not clear at all. People who drink cheers have the same light of hope in their eyes -
"Happy New Year!"
Repressed one afternoon, at this time, class 1 of Wu Sheng is like the college entrance examination students who have been waiting for the list for many days. Go to the future of his mother, I want to spend the summer vacation now!
After a symbolic drink of "wine", the people opened the bowl noodles which had been soaked for a long time. In an instant, the old jar of pickled cabbage filled the library. The taste is so kind and familiar, warm and reassuring that everyone who is immersed in it feels that they should live another 500 years.
"This is our second festival after the accident." Luo Geng took a big mouthful of noodles and swallowed without chewing. "No matter what you think, I feel better than last time. At least there are more people in our team now than last time. Two vending machines have also been smashed successfully. We haven't met such bastards as last time. So next Festival, next Festival, our situation will only get better and better, really. "
Josie was drinking instant noodle soup. He was so worried that he almost burned his tongue: "why do we have to spend the next holiday together? Can't we wait to rescue the whole class? "
Luo Geng thought seriously and nodded: "this proposal is OK."
Josch black line, WTF almost exits.
The comrades in arms burst into laughter. Enough of laughter, just talk about the canteen battle. After all, the only choice is the canteen.
In fact, there is a general plan, only actions on some key points need to be discussed and deliberated. Because even eating and drinking, we are not so serious. We don't know where to talk and where to talk. As a result, we talk about the decoration of the dining hall.
is definitely make complaints about the outer glass curtain wall, and the hate value of its comrades is breaking through the sky. Then there are doors, windows, glass, marble floors, and even row seats. Anyway, there is nothing that can satisfy the friends.
Zhou Tongyi must be the one who spurts the most fiercely. Others spurt by feeling, and he spurts by profession. After hearing this, Song Fei felt a little sympathy for the place where the students live. He just interrupted: "Hey, you're architecture department. Architecture is not about building design. How do I feel that your knowledge covers the field of decoration? "
Zhou Junyi squinted at him: "I want to design a building. Who asked me to design it? Do you think I can be an architect after graduation. Let me tell you, 10% of our professional designers are good. The rest is either decoration or civil engineering. It's still good. There are a lot of people floating around without jobs. "Song Fei was very sad and felt the same way: "in our tourism management, do you think you can manage the scenic spots after graduation? It would be nice to be a tour guide. "
"Do you think we are too poor?" sighed Luo Geng, lying down in a big shape and looking at the ceiling in confusion. "From childhood to adulthood, we have nothing else to do but study and go to college. It's not easy to be admitted to university, and I have to worry about finding a job.... "
"I'd rather worry about finding a job now," Song Fei said with a bitter smile
It's a rotten sentence used by countless novels and movies that Song Fei once despised. Now I understand that the reason why he used it badly is because it was really accurate - if he could turn back the clock, he would reform his mind, study hard and never waste it again. Because those college life he once thought was extremely boring, but at this moment, he most wanted to restore the peace and beauty.
In the second round of the big battle of the vending machine, the small partners of class 1 absorbed the experience of Song Fei, and at the same time, they also took care of the rear, so they won the third floor very smoothly. The whole process was just like the copy and paste in the first round. After a short break, the students who have greatly increased their confidence will start the third round of stampede. The second floor is different from the third and fourth floors, and most of them are large borrowing rooms and self-study rooms. My friends are very optimistic. If there are zombies in the strategic area, we should clean them first. If we can't clean them, we should change the room nearby. Anyway, as long as we can let Song Fei, who is in charge of attacking the East and the west, have a hiding place in general. However, they thought of all the possible accidents, but missed one. It's an audio-visual collection and projection room on the second floor, located in the southwest corner, roughly perpendicular to the position of Song Fei in the first round of the previous battle. However, unlike the bright and clean windows in the archives, the curtains here are drawn all the year round due to the need to show materials, and the curtains are specially selected, with heavy material and few light transmission. It's not open to students. It's the first time for them to enter. It's the same way as a closed shelf library. Knock on a small piece of glass and open the window. But this time, one more step is to lift the heavy curtains. It was Qi Yan who did it. I don't know when, he became the default forward of class 1 of wusheng. All collective actions are in the front. He has no regrets and everyone trusts him very much. Therefore, when Qi Yan opened the curtain but didn't step in, everyone knew that it was wrong. Soon, a bad smell came out. Without the closure of the glass, without the curtain cover, the taste is directly disgusting. The first reaction of the guys was zombies. But looking back on the close combat with the zombies since the accident, although they also had the smell of rotten food, they were far from so strong. Finally, Qi Yan turned aside, and everyone saw that under the dazzling light for some time, five students' bodies curled up in the corner. They cuddle closely together, maybe they have died too long, and their facial features and body posture are deformed. But they were not hurt. Even if they didn't approach, they could see clearly. They were intact from head to foot, just like this video room, with white walls and bright floors. They are trapped here alive. Lindley was the first to cry. She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to suppress her sobs, but she couldn't stop her tears and got wet through the back of her hand. They couldn't bear to see it again. They turned their backs and breathed the cold air. Qi Yan put down the curtain and said nothing for a long time. For more than half a month, they have seen too many zombies, from extreme fear to slight fear, from extreme nausea to complete habituation. But for students, it's still not good. They have also seen students gnawed, students jump, but the former happened, most of them to run for their lives, the latter happened, when it was late at night. There is not a time like now, so close and clear, so direct and tragic, as if closed eyes, can return to the pain and despair of that moment. After a while, Qi Yan went in again and pulled down the curtain. Then, the wide curtain gently covered the body, and the corner turned into a chaotic dark red. From the beginning to the end, both Qi Yan and his friends who watched him do all this were quiet and silent. Perhaps in their hearts are thinking of the same thing - once tragic can be covered by them, but the way ahead, when they sad day, who will let them rest in peace? The battle on the second floor didn't take shape. The direct reason for people to give up is that there are too many zombies. In fact, they already had this feeling when they cleaned up the last two points and started to test tactics at fixed points, which was exactly what they expected. The noise of zombies running on the second floor is enough to cover the mobile phone bell. Some zombies can be involved in this way, but certainly not all of them, or even more than 60%. In this case, it is very dangerous to smash the vending machine and block the stairway. When we realized that it was not feasible, we decided to give up and return to the closed shelf library. Any scheme has the possibility of failure, far from speaking, just say to express point, they changed several plans in a row. But there is no time like this, let their fighting spirit also follow the rout. The reason is tacit, but no one is willing to explain it. All afternoon after returning to the library, everyone was quiet, either sitting by the window, or lying on the books, or leaning against the corner, or hiding in the bookshelf. They had no communication with each other and fell into a heavy depression tacitly. Until six in the evening, night falls. In the past, the campus at this time should be in full bloom, but after the outbreak of the corpse tide, the lights are always on, regardless of night and day, and the lights are always off, regardless of day and night. There are more dead than bright. Song Fei leaned against the side of the bookshelf, facing the window, looking into the night sky. In order to forget the tragedy of the video studio, he forced himself to think about the small town in his hometown. It's a comfortable city. There are no scenic spots or former residences of great people. There are only people who live and work in peace and contentment. The traffic flows on the road which is not too wide. The buildings on both sides of the road are not fancy. Even the railway station in the center of the city is simple and simple.At this moment in the small city, are there countless people looking out of the window, do not know where tomorrow is, or still live and work in peace and contentment, Wanjiadenghuo? Song Fei hopes the latter. Looking down, the mobile phone still has no signal. He still insists on charging it every day. He always feels that it will ring at an unexpected moment. Why? Song Fei's bored finger on the screen suddenly stopped, surprised and blurted out: "today is new year's Day!" One sentence attracted the attention of all the little friends. It's just like the surface of the lake with a thin layer of ice is smashed by the stones, and the water is surging. Everyone took out their mobile phones one after another - except for a few of them - and turned on the screen to unlock them. It was an amazing January 1. The first day of the new year. They spent three-quarters of this wonderful day in adventure, excitement, fighting, sadness and depression. When they found out, there were only six hours left for them. Eight people looked at each other, including Song Fei, and couldn't find the right expression for a moment. blank? Bitter? Happy? Joy? be able neither to cry nor to laugh? It doesn't seem right. Chou chuckled bitterly and muttered to himself, "New Year's day, ah, it's ironic." You know what he meant. God gave them the new year's first gift - spoiler. "We'll end up like that." Josch said what had been in everyone's heart all afternoon, but no one dared to say. The boys were silent. Only Song Fei, like everyone else, thought about this question all afternoon, but his answer was, "No." There is no pretending brave high spirited, only calm tenacity. Wang Qingyuan squinted at him and deliberately said, "a good start is half the success. It seems that the beginning of our new year is not very good." Song Fei put his mobile phone back in his pocket, and he said, "we didn't find that it was new year's day before, it's not.". So our new year, from now on "Xing -" Wang Qingyuan shrugged his shoulders. The echo of the elongated voice seemed helpless, but he already had a smile in his eyes. Qi Yan is even more nimble. He has already piled his spoils on the "book shop". Now he sits cross legged and looks up at his comrades in arms: "what are you waiting for? Let's go!" No matter how silly my friends are, they can see clearly. They can sing a song and get the ducks on the shelves The three of you are able to get together! "No matter what happened, from now on, it's the past tense." Song Fei raised AD calcium milk and said, "let's drink to our old age again, cheers!" AD calcium milk, red bull, boiled water and other different drinks collide in the air, making a sound that is not clear at all. People who drink cheers have the same light of hope in their eyes - "Happy New Year!" Repressed one afternoon, at this time, class 1 of Wu Sheng is like the college entrance examination students who have been waiting for the list for many days. Go to the future of his mother, I want to spend the summer vacation now! After a symbolic drink of "wine", the people opened the bowl noodles which had been soaked for a long time. In an instant, the old jar of pickled cabbage filled the library. The taste is so kind and familiar, warm and reassuring that everyone who is immersed in it feels that they should live another 500 years. "This is our second festival after the accident." Luo Geng took a big mouthful of noodles and swallowed without chewing. "No matter what you think, I feel better than last time. At least there are more people in our team now than last time. Two vending machines have also been smashed successfully. We haven't met such bastards as last time. So next Festival, next Festival, our situation will only get better and better, really. " Josie was drinking instant noodle soup. He was so worried that he almost burned his tongue: "why do we have to spend the next holiday together? Can't we wait to rescue the whole class? " Luo Geng thought seriously and nodded: "this proposal is OK." Josch black line, WTF almost exits. The comrades in arms burst into laughter. Enough of laughter, just talk about the canteen battle. After all, the only choice is the canteen. In fact, there is a general plan, only actions on some key points need to be discussed and deliberated. Because even eating and drinking, we are not so serious. We don't know where to talk and where to talk. As a result, we talk about the decoration of the dining hall. is definitely make complaints about the outer glass curtain wall, and the hate value of its comrades is breaking through the sky. Then there are doors, windows, glass, marble floors, and even row seats. Anyway, there is nothing that can satisfy the friends. Zhou Tongyi must be the one who spurts the most fiercely. Others spurt by feeling, and he spurts by profession. After hearing this, Song Fei felt a little sympathy for the place where the students live. He just interrupted: "Hey, you're architecture department. Architecture is not about building design. How do I feel that your knowledge covers the field of decoration? " Zhou Junyi squinted at him: "I want to design a building. Who asked me to design it? Do you think I can be an architect after graduation. Let me tell you, 10% of our professional designers are good. The rest is either decoration or civil engineering. It's still good. There are a lot of people floating around without jobs. "Song Fei was very sad and felt the same way: "in our tourism management, do you think you can manage the scenic spots after graduation? It would be nice to be a tour guide. " "Do you think we are too poor?" sighed Luo Geng, lying down in a big shape and looking at the ceiling in confusion. "From childhood to adulthood, we have nothing else to do but study and go to college. It's not easy to be admitted to university, and I have to worry about finding a job.... " "I'd rather worry about finding a job now," Song Fei said with a bitter smile It's a rotten sentence used by countless novels and movies that Song Fei once despised. Now I understand that the reason why he used it badly is because it was really accurate - if he could turn back the clock, he would reform his mind, study hard and never waste it again. Because those college life he once thought was extremely boring, but at this moment, he most wanted to restore the peace and beauty.
