Qi Yan won the second place in the end, and the first place was from the School of Literature. At first, no one took the unpretentious boy into consideration, but when he ran to the last five laps, he and Qi Yan had completely thrown away the remaining opponents. Qi Yan had a long legs, a large pace, a steady rhythm, and a pleasing eye. The classmate was shorter than Qi Yan, and his stride was inferior, but his victory was due to frequency, and he had a unique sense of perseverance when running.

Song Fei held his cell phone, but he almost never left the field in the second half. He could see that Qi Yan had done his best, but in the end he followed the other party three steps to cross the finish line. On the radio, congratulations to the first place in the School of Literature and the second place in the School of Biotechnology, and also reported the athlete's name. Song Fei didn't listen much, and focused all his attention on Qi Yan.

The man bent down and leaned on his knees, and kept breathing. Song Fei knew that he was extremely tired, and finally sprinted to the limit. If it were him, Song Fei thought, he would definitely be lying on the ground in a big shape with a bang, loving whoever he loved. But that was Qi Yan, and he had to maintain his image at any time, and he didn't know whether this almost perverted self-discipline was caused by nature or acquired cultivation.

The finishing line is near Song Fei and the others' area. If Qi Yan looked at it at this time, he would definitely look at Song Fei. Moreover, Song Fei and the others are all in their white robes, it is difficult not to lock them. But from the beginning to the end, Qi Yan turned his back to this side until he left the venue, and he didn't take a look.

No matter how much I complain, Song Fei is still a pity for him. With this guy's personality, not winning the first place is like failure, and there is no difference between the second or the last place. When I think about it this way, I feel a little sad when I look at the lonely back.

The sports meeting lasted for two days. The next afternoon, the sports students who were busy with event organization, referees, scorers and other key positions finally transformed into sweeping monks - the exhibition competition began.

Usually, 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 will still make you dumbfounded. It is almost a gust of wind that blows through the front of you, and you don’t have time to see the figure. You can only use your naked eyes to pursue the noise and dust that is brought up behind the athlete.

In the end, the students of 440 came to the conclusion that if you have a specialized in your profession, we should practice Tai Chi well.

As the sports meet ended, the weather gradually became colder. Some of the hardy broad-leaved trees on campus have begun to turn yellow. Occasionally, a few of them fell on the pine and cypress that were still standing proudly in the wind. The golden leaves are paired with dark green pine needles, which are of a unique beauty.

Song Fei returned to his exclusive regular routine - taking compulsory courses, escaping elective courses, chasing new episodes, and browsing his mobile phone. But after a week, he felt awkward. Originally, Wang Qingyuan was the only one in the dormitory who either read books or did questions every day. Xiangyang usually used his mobile phone to be intimate with his wife, while Ren Zhe was difficult to see him from morning to night, either flirting with his juniors or on the way to flirting with his juniors. But in recent days, the 440th day was full, and except for Song Fei holding his notebook, the remaining three were all at their desks and hardworking. Just from the back, the word "diligence" could be seen.

There was no class this afternoon, and Song Fei woke up until the evening. It was a wonderful time, but it ended with a tragic ending with "awakening in a strange and terrifying silence". The reason for saying this is because this silence is not pure silence, but a subtle low decibel sound of 99% silent 1% subtle low decibel sound. This low decibel is a combination of occasionally flirting with books and rustling paper on the nibble of the pen. It is particularly "inspiring" in the background of 99% quiet.

When Song Fei sat up on the upper bunk, the sunset was just right. 440 was shrouded in a warm and soft halo, together with a "confused person" on the upper bunk and three "good students" off the table. The backs of the roommates working at their desks perfectly coincided with their ex-boyfriend at this moment. The weather-beaten classmate Song felt a sense of terror that he had just left the tiger's den and entered the wolf's den.

"Well," Song Fei cleared his throat and asked carefully, "Well, can I interrupt you two?"

The words were said to the three people, but Wang Qingyuan did not move in a tacit understanding, while Xiangyang and Ren Zhe looked up enthusiastically—

"What's wrong?"

"What are you doing?"

Song Fei was very pleased. At least his roommates still had accurate positioning.

"It's up to me to ask you two, are you still possessed by evil spirits? Are you trying so hard to go to heaven?"

Ren Zhe gave Xiangyang a look and signaled, you said.

The latter nodded and looked upwards, earnestly saying: "Brother, I will sharpen my guns in the face of battle, and I will be shining if I don't feel happy."

Song Fei seemed to see the real questions on the other party's table emitting colorful rays that were shining with their eyes.

"The problem is that haven't you both passed the Level 4?!" This was very sad, but Song Fei didn't care. He wanted to defend the dignity of "the only iron-blooded man who disdains to pass the Level 4."

However, the two roommates looked at each other in detail and finally responded unanimously: "Yes, so we are reviewing CET-6."

It was Song Fei's turn to be stupid. He suspected that he had auditory hallucinations: "You two want to take the CET-6 exam? Yangzi, didn't you say that you won't touch English books in your life after CET-4? You won't touch compulsory courses! Ren Zhe, the whole world should popularize Chinese. Did you say this?"

Xiangyang put down his pen, as if he had recalled the past years, his eyes were free and unrestrained. After a moment, the blur was gone, 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 tells your wife that you should work hard."

Song Fei swallowed his saliva and suddenly wanted to give Xiang a comforting hug.

"What about you? You don't have a wife anymore." Xiangyang's helplessness was understandable, and Ren Zhe's efforts were unreasonable.

I don’t want Ren Zhe to shine his elegant hair: “Brother, have you not seen the reality clearly yet? There are only less than three years left to flirt with girls based on your academic performance. If you don’t work hard at a young age, you will be sad if you are old!"

Song Fei swallowed again, and finally felt that he wanted to sleep and was indeed punished for his crime.

"I'll go downstairs to get some water. Who would take it?..." Song Fei jumped out of bed and decided to go to the boiling water room to calm down.

Wang Qingyuan: "No."

Ren Zhe: "I just finished the fight at noon."

Xiangyang: "I'll go and have a meal at the cafeteria."

As soon as I entered the school, I was as deep as the sea. From then on, the poor student was a passerby. I didn’t even have to fetch water. Song Fei was sad from it.

Since it was confiscated and the instructor criticized it, Song Fei and his dormitory were very obedient. They carried the thermos downstairs to fetch water for a while. Song Fei was about to have a meal first and then fetch water, so he put the emerald green thermos into the vast sea-like thermos array in front of the water room door, and leaned carefully under the windowsill of the water room. First, this position is easy to remember, and second, the windows have guardrails, which makes it easier for him to lock the thermos and the iron railings with his carry-on bicycle lock.

What a painful understanding of fire, theft and loss of pots.

The canteen was deserted and was not fully prepared, let alone the students. At first glance, there were only a few heads, and the rest were rows of empty plastic stools. Song Fei walked straight to the first window, made the rice first, and then moved to the second window. Sure enough, the new dish was impatient to be put out again.

"It's pretty early today." The aunt who has been cooking in this area all year round knows Song Fei. There are students who dare to challenge new dishes, but there are only a few people who come to challenge them. Over time, she can't bear to use the "wrist shaking" skill when serving dishes.

"Well, there is no class." Song Fei smiled well and cutely, but in fact he was all focused on the dishes. The new red and white dishes evoked his good memories of practicing Tai Chi Fan, but even though he had read countless dishes, he was a little confused at the moment, "Auntie, what is this today?"

"Fried rice cake with watermelon."

"Okay, I'll have a portion of Mapo tofu."

——Song Fei likes to try new things, but he is not stupid.

Halfway through the meal, the cafeteria gradually began to be served, and there was at least half an hour before the peak period, so Song Fei didn't care too much and continued to eat his own until he sat down opposite him alone.

Song Fei's first reaction was to frown. He looked up and wanted to say that there was a place for his classmates. Why did you squeeze with me? But when he saw Qi Yan's face, he choked instantly. Fortunately, he ate tofu instead of meat, so he barely swallowed it.

"What a coincidence." Qi Yan smiled, still in the same unity and friendly manner.

Song Fei glanced at the red and white on his plate, couldn't help but ask, "You ask what kind of dish is this, do you just beat it?"

Qi Yan didn't even think about it: "No need to ask, you can tell at a glance that the rice cakes fried with watermelon."

Song Fei was speechless and only admired.

OK, I won’t pursue what I can see. The problem is: “You didn’t have such a heavy taste before…” I remember when the two of them were together, every time they cooked new dishes, they could make each other speechless.

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and started eating: "I also change my taste occasionally."

Song Fei couldn't see his expression clearly, and only felt that the atmosphere between the two people was a bit strange, but there was no way to say what was the strangeness. Fortunately, this unbearable subtlety was quickly blown away by the other party's "unspeakable" expression.

Song Fei held back his smile: "Come on, the hero, give me a taste."

Qi Yan spit out rice cakes and gave a word for the first time: "Fuck."

The magical dishes that forced the Sanhao students to swear words were finally given to the leftover cart. Qi Yan scrambled one-third of Song Fei's Mapo tofu. Even if the aunt who took the food didn't deduct it, she couldn't help sharing it like this. Moreover, when the two of them had eaten one dish, it seemed that something was wrong. Later, Song Fei couldn't bear it, so he went to get another Kung Pao chicken. As a result, the classmate Qi was not at all and poked the chicken again.

Song Fei was angry: "Which one do you eat!"

Qi Yan's face, which was covered in rice grains, was full of confusion and innocence: "Can't you eat it together..."

Song Feijiong, after thinking about it, seemed that he could only answer like this: "There is nothing to be impossible..."

Qi Yan smiled again, and with the rice grains on the corner of his mouth, he had magical appearance and went up several steps.

Song Fei was almost blinded, so he simply stopped looking at him and lowered his head to scoop the rice.

In fact, when Qi Yan didn't argue with him, it was pretty good, just like now, with a soft and cute look in his handsomeness, and a cuteness hidden in his handsomeness. At that time, he had fantasized about it on it... Forget it, don't mention the past again, life has been full of ups and downs.

"By the way, don't go out these days if you have nothing to do." Qi Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks. What a soft and cute person is gone, and it is another usual imperative sentence.

Song Fei subconsciously wanted to sing the opposite tune: "You can control it."

Qi Yan frowned, and could see that he was trying hard to endure and maintain peace: "A classmate in the Department of Archaeology died, do you know?"

Song Fei was shocked: "Is he really dead? Don't you say he lost contact? He also said he dropped out of school by himself."

Qi Yan was defeated by him: "You live with him on the same floor, how can you be so easy to fool? Is your head filled with tofu or paste?"

Both options are very unhappy with Song.

But Qi Yan was happy. He found that using love to influence him was too tired, so he still felt comfortable: "It's really dead, and it's a corpse. When he found out, he only had half of his legs left, and it was a DNA test for his identity."

Song Fei was still suspicious: "It was like you saw it with your own eyes."

"I listened when the department head discussed."

Song Fei was silent. Qi Yan never beat around the bush, but he would not exaggerate. He remembered the photo again, and looked at Mapo tofu and Kung Pao Chicken, and he lost his appetite.

Qi Yan didn't know Song Fei's psychological shadow and continued: "That happened again 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, so you should try to go out as little as possible."

Song Fei was puzzled: "What's going on in the University of Science and Technology?"

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "You don't know the one who chews his face?"

"Wait, wait," Song Fei felt cold all over, "What's the matter, please say it again?"

"Getting at the face," Qi Yan knew his needs very well, and repeated it clearly word by word, "The videos are all spreading crazy on Weibo, don't you see it?"

Song Fei shook his head in confusion. There are 10,000 hot spots on Weibo every day. He usually accepts 9,999, but he can't guarantee that the only related one will be missed.

Without saying a word, Qi Yan took out his phone and opened the Weibo account and searched for videos that had not been deleted. He asked him to watch them himself.

There is no wifi in the cafeteria. When Song Fei thought of the thrilling traffic, although it belonged to the other party, he felt very distressed. But soon, he no longer cared about this. The video was shaking and the picture was very blurry. One person could be seen vaguely on another person, as if he was gnawing, but it could also be understood as a relative. If the screams of the person being "decorated" and the exclamation of the photographer were ignored.

The video only lasted for more than ten seconds and soon came to an abrupt end.

Song Fei clicked on the comment below. The hot comment at the top was a revelation that the man with face gnawing was shot dead by the police who rushed over, but the victim suddenly stood up to attack the police. The police had no choice but to shoot him dead. Later, the injured police were picked up by 120.

"Real or fake?" Song Fei asked at the revelation.

Qi Yan shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

Song Fei looked down again. Most people suspected that the person who chewed and the person who was chewed were drugged. In the hallucinations of drugs, one attacked the other first, and then the one who attacked the man gained freedom, and began to be driven by the hallucinations and attacked madly. Someone later released a link, which was a similar case abroad. Drug addicts attacked the homeless man, and they also chewed the face. In the end, the drug addict was shot dead and the homeless man was seriously injured. However, a considerable number of people also made a fuss, saying that this was a zombie film, and was

If you can still get up and attack someone after chewing, you will definitely be infected. Below are enthusiastic netizens have added several domestic videos, saying that they are street shots collected online, suspected of a resurgence crisis, and the shaking mirror of Yishui, passers-by in Yishui were attacked, with distances and distances, high and low pixels, which look like masterpieces of different people, different mobile phones and locations. Finally, this part of netizens summarized that the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear explosions are coming, and it is time to stage "2012".

Song Fei did not believe in the end of the world. He said that the earth was destroyed in 1999, and his father and mother were inseparable. He was healthy and healthy at the age of two. He said that the end of the world came in 2012, and he naively believed that the result of letting himself go was that he was at the end of the year and was beaten by his father. Now he adheres to the scientific outlook on development and strives to build a harmonious society.

But the vicious case was obvious, and there were two meals. The University of Science and Technology was close to the University of Foreign Studies and was very close to them. When she thought that such a thing happened to her, Song Fei felt numb for no reason.

After eating without appetite, he gave the plates to Song Fei and Qi Yan quickly left the cafeteria.

Next to the canteen is a water room, next to the water room is a supermarket, and deeper next to the supermarket is a dormitory, which forms the entire living area.
To be continued...