Occupation game

Zhao Boyi was tired and hungry, and he couldn't help feeling irritable.He was the only one left in the exhibition hall of the graduation season of the art department of the school.He packed his things, went into the room and turned off the lights and air conditioner, and was about to lock the door and leave.Good-looking, no one owes it. He is obviously a prospective graduate student in the history department, but he is forced to work hard by a group of buddies from the art department.Just soliciting and soliciting is enough, he has to be the one who locks the door every night and opens the door in the morning, what's wrong with the world.

He picked up his backpack and walked out, but when he reached the outer exhibition hall, he found that there was another person in the exhibition hall.With his back to Zhao Boyi, he is about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a pair of flowery shorts, a pair of flip flops, a shit green vest, and his hair is red and yellow, even though his figure is not as good as Zhao Boyi's, he's just as good. Just looking at it makes Zhao Boyi upset.

"Student, we have already closed the library at the time, please come back tomorrow?" Zhao Boyi suppressed his anger and said as politely as possible.

"But", the Shitou classmate turned around, "I'm an international friend, can you be accommodating~?" Shitou speaks fluent Mandarin, looks pretty good, but has a vivacious vigor , a big old man, even flirting with Zhao Boyi.

Zhao Boyi calmed down, quickly thinking about where this kind of international friend came from, looked Shitou up and down, and said seriously: "Sorry, please come tomorrow."

There were stars in Shitou's eyes, shining brightly, pouted his small mouth aggrieved, and uttered a word: "Fuck."

Zhao Boyi laughed: "What did you say, say it again."

"Fuck!" Shitou added the sentence "I'm really spoiled" without knowing what to do!

Zhao Boyi didn't speak, and walked out with a big stride, "OK, then you can watch here." He walked out of the exhibition hall in two steps, and locked it skillfully.Leave the shit head locked in the showroom.

【minus 2〕

Zhao Boyi rode his bicycle, went to the noodle restaurant outside the door to eat a bowl of noodles, and went to the tea bar to drink a glass of ice water, and his mood immediately improved.Thinking of the "international friend" who was locked in the exhibition hall by himself, Zhao Boyi's heart softened, and he went to the exhibition hall by bicycle.

Although the sky was getting darker, because the door of the exhibition hall was transparent, Zhao Boyi could still see that shithead sitting on the ground in the exhibition hall at a glance, with his head downcast, and he lost all energy when cursing.

Zhao Boyi knocked on the door of the exhibition hall, Shitou turned his head when he heard the sound, his eyes changed from being absent-minded to full of stars.

Shitou ran over in two steps, pawing at the door: "Brother, I know I was wrong, brother~"

"What's wrong?" Zhao Boyi was also unambiguous.Hearing this sound brother is still very useful.

"I shouldn't swear, brother, I was wrong, I dare not, brother, I'm hungry, I'm hot, brother let me out, I don't dare anymore~" Shitou was also happy, and he readily admitted his mistake .

"The country scolds you so neatly, and even pretends to be an international friend." Zhao Boyi rummaged through a key, and taught Shitou a lesson, "I warn you, I won't be so good-tempered next time."

"Brother," Shitou saw that Zhao Boyi was opening the door, thought he was safe, and added, "I'm really not Chinese."

"Oh?" Zhao Boyi was in a good mood and talked a lot, "Then who are you?"

"My name is Ito Tatsuchi," Shitou said, "I'm Japanese."

Zhao Boyi had already inserted the key into the lock, but when he heard this sentence, he stopped.

Zhao Boyi raised his head and took a closer look at the person separated by the door. Indeed, if he looked closely, he could see the subtle difference between Japanese and Chinese. Long Zhi's face shape and eyes really had the vigor of a Japanese man. It is a kind of energy that benefits the people when it is good, and harms the common people when it is bad.Chinese men don't have that militaristic look on their faces, nor do they have such rigid faces.

Every Chinese man's feelings towards Japanese are complicated and subtle, among which there will always be hatred, anger, hostility, and dissatisfaction.

Zhao Boyi is absolutely no exception.