After two days, Song Fei met Qi Yan again, in an elective course worth 2 credits called "Classic Movie Appreciation". The tightness of this class is comparable to that of the Spring Festival train ticket. When choosing the course, the quota is gone in seconds. Song Fei and his whole dormitory clicked the mouse at the same time. In the end, only Song Fei won the prize. After the first class, Song Fei knew that he had chosen the right choice. The teacher was kind and called the name as soon as the class bell was ringing, and when the name was clicked, the lights turned off the lights and played the movie. No matter whether you are focused or sleeping at the desk, people would not ask. To be honest, the classroom without turning on the lights is really a paradise for sleeping soundly. Several times Song Fei was not sleepy and squinted.

When they were choosing classes at the end of the semester, they were still fine, so they chose many classes together, which led to the fact that 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, there is no connection between the past that is as missed as the two of them, is purely a heartfelt choice. Although they only attended classes after breaking up, and it was just an elective, Song Fei believed that the product was definitely the same when taking compulsory courses. Wang Qingyuan was the same. Perhaps in the mind of the top scholar, the closer they were to the blackboard, the easier it was to be hit by knowledge. He, like a backward person who flew through various subjects all year round, could not understand the ambitions of the scholarship recipients. So, fortunately, they broke up this semester, otherwise they would have to tear up many times for sitting in the front or back rows. Last semester, just to go to the library to study for self-study.

If you have different views on the three aspects, you cannot fall in love?

If you have a bad view of learning, you will be fatal!!!

It was also unlucky. The illegal use of electrical appliances did not cause any splash in the school, and it was probably incomplete. So Teacher Jia finally came out with peace of mind and took out their dormitory on a regular late-name call on the weekend and was very popular in front of the entire second-year classmate of the History Academy. It was embarrassing that the depression of the next class had not yet passed. Today, this always kind and kind elective teacher didn't know what was going on, so he played a horror movie. No, the horror movie is

Song Fei summarized that the teacher's words were "cult films", and he changed the route of playing the film without saying anything. Before playing it, he introduced his similar film viewing experience for more than ten years. Finally, he concluded that all the cult films on the market now have to be called ancestors. Song Fei looked at the teacher's eyes and strongly suspected that the previous few classes were clearly written on the lesson plan, and today this class may be a hidden easter egg.

The easter egg is so exciting. The director has a heart of revenge on society. His plasma splatters everywhere and his limbs fly. He is also a master director. Not only does he destroy your physiology, but also torture your psychology. In the end, Song Fei couldn't stand it and decided to leave early. When he slipped out of the back door, there seemed to be a few female classmates who looked at him with contempt. Song Fei admired these girls, all of whom were real men. Many friends I know also liked this kind of movie, but he really couldn't do it. Just like someone dared to catch mice with his bare hands, but he was afraid of stepping on insects with his feet. After a hundred people, everyone has their own fatal holes.

Anyway, I had already ordered the name and when I went to the cafeteria with a small song, Song Fei was still happy to think that I didn’t have to wait for a meal at this time, so it was a pleasure.

As a result, I just sat down and ate the chef's newly developed orange stewed chicken. The canteen tasted fresh is one of the few sources of happiness in Song Fei's boring campus life. What's even more commendable is that the new fusion dish master who is not a mask is very successful. At least six of the new dishes were delicious. I received Qi Yan's WeChat.

The originally sweet and sour chicken became bitter in an instant.

Song Fei looked at the time. It should be just over now. He speculated with the greatest malicious intention that the other party was thief and persistently wanted to disgust himself, so he replied decisively-

The other party's reply is concise-

Song Fei was a little confused, and asked after asking around for a while and finally contacted a classmate from Xiangyang. The other party gave a full and detailed answer-

Didn't you know whether Qi Yan wanted to disgust him or not?

But this elective teacher is absolutely true love for this film! What is love? If you can’t appreciate the beauty of my sweetheart, I will let you fail until dawn!!!

2 points are gone.

Two months of class went in vain.

Song Fei had no appetite anymore, so he gave Wang Qingyuan a meal as usual, and took it back to the dormitory with a dejection.

As soon as he entered the door, Wang, who had just finished the CET-6 real test and was waiting to feed him, not only did not express his gratitude, but also made up for it: "I will take the exam in another month and a half. Have you seen it?"

Song Fei and his team can apply for the fourth grade in the first semester of their college degree. Wang Qingyuan passed the score with high scores and directly applied for the sixth grade this semester. Song Fei perfectly avoided the passing line. To be precise, he retained a very long safe distance, so this semester, continue.

Wang Qingyuan knew that he hadn't reviewed anything when he saw his expression. He sighed with regret: "If you really don't prepare, just don't sign up, and it will be useless."

Song Fei also felt sorry for the money, but: "Everyone reports me but not me, it seems so unsociable."

Wang Qingyuan glanced at him: "Your score is even more unsociable."

Song Fei delivered the lunch he brought back to him with both hands: "Brother, eat while it's hot."

Wang Qingyuan didn't talk nonsense anymore. If he didn't want to learn such things, it would be useless for others to talk nonsense.

After lying on the bed and playing with his cell phone, Song Fei became sleepy and narrowed her head. Xiangyang was back at some point and was sitting on the bed playing with his cell phone.

Song Fei only needed to take a look and knew that he was still arguing with his girlfriend - his expression and domineering aura that wanted to break the screen was exactly the same as he was last night.

Xiangyang's girlfriend was a foreign language university that he had hooked up from four stops. The girl was in the freshman year and Xiangyang's sophomore year. Both of them were in a tight course and was "apart from other places", so except for weekends, they could only meet each other when they wanted to meet each other. They had just been dating for two months, and it was a time of ties, but since last week, the two fell into a semi-cold war.

"Have you coaxed it yet?" Song Fei decided to care about his roommate.

Xiang Yang clicked the sender and threw his phone to the side. He looked at Song Fei with a look of "You don't understand": "It's hard to make a girl, it's hard to go up to the mountains, it's hard to coax her sister, it's hard to go up to the blue sky!"

"Stupid," Song Fei advised, "What's the use of just saying sweet words? You have to come and give gifts."

Xiangyang came over with his eyes squinted: "Give me money?"

Song Fei silently turned his head and looked out the window. He could give advice, but he couldn't pay.

Wang Qingyuan closed the English-Chinese dictionary and suggested: "Just let her come, don't you just want to see our sports meet? What a big deal."

"Or why don't you two want them?" Xiangyang felt it was necessary to share some popular science with his single roommates. "The girl said she wanted to see the sports meet. The subtext was to see you. If you really don't have a project, it's okay. Take a step back and think you are on an outing..."

"Isn't this going to end?" Wang Qingyuan didn't understand why.

"But I have a project!" Xiangyang whistled up to the sky, and then started a super imitation show. "Look back, my partner communicated with his sisters. Hey, are you going to see your boyfriend's sports meeting tomorrow? I want to go too. Is that right? What kind of project is your boyfriend participating in? Sprint relay. Where is your boyfriend? Gossip Tai Chi Fan."

Wang Qingyuan: “…”

Song Fei looked at the big red fan lying next to the pillow, choking speechlessly.

Tai Chi Fan and Military Boxing are traditional competitive events in the school. It is said that it has had a glorious history for decades. Every time at the sports meeting, all colleges will inevitably go to the stage and will not give up without making a first and second. However, as one batch of new students in the new era enters the school, this collective project has been increasingly strongly resisted, mainly because it is time-consuming and labor-intensive and labor-intensive. It is a group participation in the whole group, but it really gets the ranking and the points are not much higher than other single-person events. No one wants to get up early and work hard to practice for a few months to make the school leaders enjoy the fun. It is better to practice running and throwing or something else to actually win glory for their departments. Over time, these two gradually degenerate into performance events. At first, several departments participated, but in the past two years, it has been fixed into Tai Chi Fan and Military Boxing of the School of History and the School of Mathematics.

Every article is a theory, a soft and a hard one. I don’t know if it is the school leaders who force the appointment, the college leaders who really love it, or if the two of them have such a disaster in their lives, in short, the students will suffer in the end.

What is even more outrageous is that in order to be powerful in performance, the Tai Chi fan purchased by their institute this year is stainless steel fan bones, covered with a big red silk fan. When it plays, it will be as strong as it is, and it will be as strong as it is.

The sad silence spreads, and this is a sad topic, and no one can escape unscathed.

"Where is Ren Zhe?" In the sad quiet, Song Fei found that 440 was missing a general.

Xiangyang shrugged: "What else can I do? Just a day trip."

One-day tour of the campus is a magical tool developed by boys in the Department of Tourism Management. It is usually only for freshmen in the same school. The operation process is basically that seniors formulate an in-school tour route on the grounds of "professional internship", and then they start to capture the in-depth freshmen with a harmless smile of humans and animals, and call it the beauty hidden on campus. At the end of October, it is the prime time for the juniors to cheat not long after they have just entered school.

"Fuck! True or fake!" Xiangyang screamed, and then flipped off the upper bunk with a bang. He opened the dormitory door and began to poke his head.

Song Fei, who was sitting on the bed, was startled and stared at her roommate and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiangyang ignored him and continued to look around hard. Song Fei was curious and jumped down to follow him and leaned out.

The corridor of the boys' dormitory building is narrow and long, with dozens of dormitories distributed on both sides, almost invisible to see at a glance. 440 is located on the west side, and now some people can be seen at the end of the east corridor, but the distance is too far to be seen.

"I'm going, it seems that it's true." Zhao Jinxin, who was next door, also opened the door and saw two classmates poking their heads and quickly communicated.

Song Fei was about to get sick, and he was so curious that he was very worried: "What the hell is it!"

Wang Qingyuan came from behind, too: "Look at the group by yourself."

Song Fei and the others have a college WeChat group. Because there are many people, Didi all day long, most of them have nothing serious. Later, Song Fei blocked it. When he heard Wang Qingyuan say that the group, he was just the conditioned reflex. He hurried back to touch his phone and opened it. The screen was full of "I fuck", "I go", "This is the fuck", and "What the hell are you?", and he didn't care what the counselors in the group were feeling. Song Fei kept flipping up for more than a hundred pieces before seeing the important thing-a classmate in the 402 dormitory of the Archaeology Department has been missing for four days. The college has been hiding it and has not reported to the school. As a result, this morning, the student's computer bag and half of his legs were found in the weeds outside the West Gate. Now it is suspected that the student has been killed. The police are checking the student's life items in 402. At the same time, the three roommates have been questioned separately.

If you want to see Song Fei had expectations before, he felt bored after reading it. Something might be true, or the police wouldn't come, but the most likely thing is that he lost something and the owner called the police. This kind of thing is common in dormitory buildings. What is missing and killed is that he is too much social news, and he is making up there. Such rumors like a school-like rumor can be read in the circle of friends a day, all of which are like he is on the scene, and he is still half a leg, so he can do it.

As if to criticize Song Fei, the classmate revealed that there were no more than ten items below, and someone posted a "scene picture that was suspected to be from the classmate who reported the case."

The picture is blurry, the small picture is completely empty, Song Fei's hand is not bad, he has to click to see it, but the result is a piece of legs that can be identified by shaking again and not facing the focal length when taking a photo. All above the knees disappeared, leaving only the calves and feet, and the calves are already bloody and bloody, but the white Nike shoes on the foot look particularly dazzling under the blood that has solidified and blackened.

Song Fei felt disgusted.
Chapter completed!