Demon Change the Earth

　　 Now is the time for college freshmen to start their journals. Some theft gangs specialize in students like Ma Liang who are on the road alone. First, they are rich in oil and water (tuition and living expenses). Second, the risk factor is relatively low, and they are easier to succeed.

　　Who left him alone.

　　 But Ma Liang’s parents divorced very early, and they both formed a happy family. He grew up with his grandfather since he was a child, and his father didn’t care for his mother or his wife, and he couldn’t even find someone to accompany him.

　　 The police came, and it was just a routine questioning. The theft gang had already run away. It was a mixed bag, and it was not easy to find it.

　　 This little episode will soon pass.

　　 In the early hours of the morning, the train drove into Jiangcheng Railway Station.

　　Jiangcheng, as the capital of Xiangbei Province, has a high status and reputation no matter in ancient times or in modern times.

　　Jiangcheng Railway Station is very busy and the exit is very remote. Ma Liang followed Jiang Weixia and his father and followed the flow of people to the exit hall.

　　 It was the day when freshmen reported to the university. There were more than a dozen exits with people holding banners and signs, doing the job of welcoming freshmen.

　　 "Little Ma, you and Wei Xia are fellow villagers. Please keep in touch and ask you to take care of her in the future."

　　 "Dad!"

　　 Ma Liang smiled and nodded, and said, definitely, definitely.

　　As soon as he left, Jiang Weixia pouted dissatisfiedly and said to his father: "Dad, how can you be like you? You are not afraid of him plotting against me!"

　　 Jiang Weixia’s father chuckled and said, “I think this young man is good, mature, well-educated, and not bad-looking. If he chases you, I’m not against it.”

　　 "Dad!!" Jiang Weixia stamped her foot in embarrassment.

　　 "Just kidding, kidding, look at it, your school reception is over there!"

　　 Ma Liang has already left the station and came to the reception station of the Yangtze River Science and Technology University freshmen. After showing the admission notice, a senior sister came up immediately to pick up his luggage.

　　 Ma Liang refused, and followed her to the bus for the new students. After waiting for half an hour, the car drove.

The car was full of people, all accompanied by their parents. The seniors sat in the front row. One of the round-faced girls with ponytails counted the number of people. When passing by him, he asked: "Classmate, your parent. What?"

　　Ma Liang said, "I came by myself."

　　Senior sister saw his eyes light up, and thought to herself, the quality of this freshman is very high, and she met another pleasing one.

　　 The bus quickly left the train station, and Jiangcheng in 2003 rushed towards him.

　　 The car was very lively. Everyone was talking and laughing. The seniors who picked up the station were questioned by many parents. Most of the freshmen were excited and longing for the upcoming college life.

　　 Only he is quiet.

　　 quietly looking out the window, quietly looking at the familiar and unfamiliar city, his eyes are complex and deep, silently.

　　 When I arrived at the school, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning. The weather was hot, but the main building was crowded with people outside the school gate.

　　 The heads are crowded, and the departments are like a few tables together, with a banner printed with the name of the department and a welcome slogan.

　　Ma Liang carried a travel bag, walked to the desk of the computer department, signed for registration, and asked for a list of the registration process. According to the order above, without any person to accompany him, he started running from building to building.

　　 The process is very smooth, private schools are very low-profile, from the school board to the ordinary faculty and staff are all dressed up, enthusiastic and nothing to say.

　　All resources have been put on the reception of freshmen these days.

　　 At less than 12 o'clock, Ma Liang went through the formalities and received the bedding pillows and washbasin heaters issued by the school, and the assigned dormitory number.

　　Compared to other people, he is almost familiar with the road. He lived in apartment No. 11 in Area A for three years. He moved out in the last year and lived with his girlfriend for one year.

　　 Apartment No. 11 is a red building, freshly painted, located in a dense forest, on the sixth floor, Ma Liang’s dormitory is on the fourth floor, 404, a very unlucky number.

　　 When I got to the ground, the door of the dormitory was open, and when I looked inside, there were a lot of people.

　　 As soon as he walked in, Ma Liang introduced himself: "Hello everyone, I am Ma Liang, Computer Department, Grade 03, Class 6, and everyone's classmates and roommates."

　　 The students and parents are all polite.

　　 A man with eyes ran up to help him carry his bag, Ma Liang said thank you.

　　 A fat man sat on the lower bunk and knocked on melon seeds, and said to him: "Beds and schools are divided, you are lucky, now, that's the one."

　　 Fatty refers to the lower bunk on the right by the window.

　　 There are a total of four beds in the dormitory, bunks and bunks for eight people. There is a desk on the innermost side of the window. A 21-inch color TV is placed on the desk. As for the air conditioner, bathroom, etc. There is no com.

　　 There is also a phone, which requires that old-fashioned calling card to use. When I came in, there was a greasy guy lying on the bed holding the phone and talking on the phone very gently.

　　With him, six people have arrived in the dormitory, and several parents are busy making beds, hanging mosquito nets, shopping...it’s very lively.

　　The same goes for other dormitories.

　　 Ma Liang didn't have to spend the effort to hang the mosquito net alone. After making the bed, he took off his shoes and fell on top.

After waiting for the parents to leave, the man with glasses who helped Ma Liang carry things carefully closed the doors and windows, took out a box of cigarettes, and shouted, "I'm suffocating me, whoever smokes, who smokes!" ?"

　　Ma Liang remembered, this boy seems to be called Song Shibo. He has been around for more than ten years, so he has a vague impression.

　　 Looking at the name on his bed again, it really is!

　　 Six people and five smoke, except for the one who is talking on the phone.

　　Ma Liang took the cigarette and said thank you. Song Shibo slapped him on the shoulder angrily and said, "I said, Ma, why are you so polite? It's over, it's over!"

　　 "Yes, they are all brothers in the same dormitory room. Being polite is your life." The fat man spit out the skin of the melon seeds.

　　 "Everyone introduce yourself, let me first." A boy with freckles on his face said in an authentic capital spoken language: "I am Wang Fei, a native of Shanghai, and a Manchu."

　　 "Wait, wait a minute!" Fat Guazi stopped screaming, "Going to Beijing, Manchu? Dare to let us have an eight-legged brother in our dormitory?"

　　Wang Fei smiled, raised his chin, and said: "The ancestor is inlaid with a yellow flag, the old name is Yehenala."

　　 "I know this, I know!" Song Shibo pointed at Wang Fei and exclaimed, "The old witch Cixi is the Yehenala clan!"