Don’t be a licking dog when you are reborn.

There is no shortage of night owls on the university campus, and Monsoon, who is sleeping soundly in bed, has no idea.

Before he could take off his poor reputation, he was already labeled as a scumbag.

Because I slept too late, I couldn’t get up early on the second day of the monsoon.

Not only did I not go for a morning run, my roommate even brought me breakfast.

My roommates don’t like to visit campus forums very much, so they are not very clear about campus online things.

Moreover, the post on the campus website seems to be very popular and has been pushed to hundreds of floors.

In fact, the actual number of students may not be even one percent of that of Shanghai University of Science and Technology.

Things still need some time to ferment.

Monsoon has no idea...

In the next few days, the freshmen almost spent their time in painful military training.

Daily training can basically exhaust people to death. It's really hard to find time to do other things.

Even Ji Fengwennuan, who has a lot of physical strength, has much less time to chat because he has to maintain the studio and edit Ou Shaoyu's scumbag PPT.

At least the two of them stopped going for morning runs, and the establishment of a company was also on hold.

Both of them meant to continue after military training.

On the seventh day of military training, all the freshmen breathed a sigh of relief.

On the afternoon of the seventh day, the basic military training was completely over, and the first half of the most arduous military training was finally over.

Next is skill-based training, although there is also training content such as comprehensive training.

But compared with the hard basic training of the past few days, the intensity is no longer at the same level.

And after the seventh day of training, a small party during military training will be held at 7 p.m.

It can be regarded as a rest for the freshmen, enlivening the atmosphere of military training, and relaxing.

There will be various performances at that time.

It was the one Mu Wanqiu had invited them to watch and cheer for.

After getting his phone back, Ji Feng was about to send a message to Nuan Nuan, asking her to go out for dinner, and by the way, tell her about the afternoon party to support Mu Wanqiu.

But as soon as he got the phone, Ji Feng felt something was wrong.

It's the girls in the class, they seem to be eating melon together, and then pointing at themselves.

"That's him, right? The monsoon of our class."

"I heard he's a scumbag."

"No wonder I don't talk to the girls in the class."

Monsoon:? ? ?

Only then did Ji Feng realize that there was something wrong with the way the girls in the class looked at him.

Did you eat melon on yourself?

Because he is busy, he usually doesn't talk to the girls in the class, doesn't flirt, and doesn't gossip, except for Zhang Tian and the WeChat account of the female class president Wang Qian.

He has almost no contact with other girls.

Can such a person be labeled as a scumbag?

Monsoon is a bit dissatisfied.

With a puzzled look on his face, he took out his phone and sent a message to Nuan Nuan:

[I’m done here. Can we have dinner together later? 】

【I will look for you. 】

【it is good. 】

There is always very little chat content with Nuan Nuan, and Ji Feng is also considering whether to expand the chat mode with Nuan Nuan.

This girl is too boring, autistic and sensitive.

In her previous life, she was able to commit suicide without saying a word. In high school, she was raped by Li Long and then went to the rooftop to blow off the wind.

There is really something wrong with the character.

To be honest, he had no experience with girls like Wen Nuan.

In many words, monsoon needs to be considered twice.

He actually wanted to have a more in-depth chat with Nuan Nuan, and even have something romantic, but he didn't know if Nuan Nuan could accept it.

After all, her reply is always "Oh, um, okay".

Sometimes Ji Feng wants to perform, but has no idea where to start.

"Well, I have to think of a way..."

While Ji Feng was thinking, Ye Yuwei walked over from one side and poked Ji Feng on the back:

"Hey, everyone in the class is spreading rumors about you, don't you want to say something?"

Ji Feng looked back at Ye Yuwei.

Without the heavy makeup, Ye Yuwei looks much more refreshed.

Ji Feng even feels that she looks better without makeup than before.

It's just that her smoking voice and the cigarette stains on her teeth haven't changed much. Mainly, these marks are not that easy to change, and may even last a lifetime.

"I don't even know what a melon is, what can I say?"

Ye Yuwei licked her lips habitually, but when she saw Ji Feng staring at her, she took her tongue back.

"There is a post on the campus website saying that you are a scumbag. He is hundreds of years old and has three different jobs. There is a lot of information and photos."

"Campus Network?"

Ji Feng was stunned for a moment, took out his mobile phone and logged into the rough web page of the campus network.

The computer login is fine, but the mobile phone login, the broken network can only be said to be like a horse.

There are not many hot posts.

Ji Feng casually browsed and saw the post about himself.

"Light and shadow in a corner of campus, the freshman scumbag is suspected of having three different things!" 》

I opened the post and took a look, it does seem like that.

Just some photos that just clicked, and then I started to brainstorm the content on each floor below.

Some say that Ji Feng cheated on her, some said that three women chased one husband, and some said that Ji Feng was in trouble and eventually abandoned her.

Except for the one with three women chasing one husband, he is a rational person, presenting facts and being reasonable.

Ji Feng felt that the other contents were all trying to embarrass him.

He's really not that kind of person.

But in the first few floors it was still somewhat rational, but later it became more abstract.

All the way to the 135th floor, there was a brainstorming guy who wrote a short article called "A Sad Night".

There is a bloody love triangle in it.

This post is completely viral.

The rhythm of the early years was not as outrageous as that of later generations.

The overall performance is very obscure, but this kind of rhythm post is enough, after all, people don't want to know the truth.

People who eat melons just want to eat melons and want them to die.

"Okay, okay, this post is quite interesting..."

Ye Yuwei stared at Ji Feng's expression, reached out and took out a cigarette from her arms, and handed one to Ji Feng:

"You don't look angry?"

Ji Feng stared at the cigarette handed over by Ye Yuwei, frowned slightly, and finally took it.

When her classmates in the class pointed fingers at her and said she was a scumbag, it was considered a kindness for her to talk to her about it.

Don’t hit the smiling person with your hand, there is no need to be a bad person:

"Well, there's no need to be angry."

"Oh? All the classmates in the class are saying that you are a scumbag. If word spreads like this, your reputation among girls will be bad in the future, and it will be difficult to find a partner."

Ji Feng took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, and put it away.

Completely ignoring the half-stretched hand of Ye Yuwei, a fellow smoker.

"You don't have a lighter yourself?" Ji Feng had no intention of borrowing a lighter.