How did Xiao Ming die?

It must be that the killer dumplings were fried too hard and too oily. I squatted for a long time, but my stomach pain did not get any relief.

Ding dong.

The phone rang suddenly.

I still buried my head in my knees, fumbled with my hands, and took out my phone.

Throwing the phone on the ground, and opening the screen with one finger, it was a private message on Weibo.

"Hi, excuse me, are you there?"

Who is this?

I picked up my phone and threw myself under the covers.Only then did I take a good look at this private message. It was sent by the reporter sister I met in the cafeteria at the S county TV station with me last time.

"Yes." I replied.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I don't?Oh, then I am at the same table.

"What do you want from him?" I replied.

"55555555555 I'm so happy to reply to fo... I really like the male god's voice. When I got excited, I asked him to record a radio drama for me. He agreed, but the drama is about to start and he hasn't finished the voice yet. I Knocking him for a long time without replying, crying_(:3」∠)_”

"..."

"Can you please contact him for me? (:3"∠)＿I am a little transparent in the online cast circle, and I don't know much about him, so I can't contact him. Now the whole crew is waiting for him, so I just thought of finding him You, I'm bothering you..."

"That..." I replied to her, "Brother Zhen has something to do recently, so I probably won't be able to record it, you guys should change."

"Ah, ah, cannian_(:3"∠)_Thank you! "

After returning the private message, I swipe to my deskmate's Weibo homepage.

@朕不CArE

Well, it fits his style quite well.

But the name "Zhenbu" is still so arrogant.

Does my old friend eat candy?I don't.

look!

Because my old man does not have a SIM card on his mobile phone, he seldom takes his little iPhone with him when he goes out.Sometimes he is bored, so he uses my mobile phone to post on Weibo.

This buddy also trusts me, and the passwords are automatically saved. Anyway, he used them to switch accounts and started using them, so in my mobile phone, he basically has his WeChat B station YY password.

Oh, and he also downloaded Momo for me.

Click on account management, and I changed to his Weibo.

Good guy, all of a sudden, there are more than a thousand messages to remind.

Among them, there are quite a lot of private messages, so I swipe down casually, urging my voice.

I edited a Weibo, probably because I am my brother’s classmate, he has something to do recently, the debt he owes has not been paid, please change someone, I added mushrooms to everyone, sorry.

As soon as the Weibo was sent, the comments started to blow up, Ya Yingdie card at least wiped the waves and so on.

There was a comment that was quickly liked as a popular comment. When I saw it, there were only three words, "Get out".

Who is this?

Look at the ID again, oh, added V, and this ID is familiar to me, I really like watching his game live.

Because he was a little concerned, he replied "..."

He immediately replied, "Koukou said."

I cut out of Weibo again, and logged into QQ, good guy, there was another bang, and a bunch of QQ messages almost killed my phone.

It's only been a few days since my deskmate died, so there are only so many people who miss him.

Soon, the big V comrade from just now knocked on me, and he said, "I thought you were dead."

I was speechless.

I replied with three points, "..."

He said, "My Juju, you dislike Huang Shao's too many lines, I will give you Xiao Zhou, if you say you want to record the coolness, I will give you Jin Shining, if you say you want to record the handsome contest, I will give you the little brother too." Here it is, are you fucking going to Changbai Mountain to experience life? Can you still make a sound?"

"I'm his classmate..." I said.

"Is this your newly-invented drag reason?"

"..."

"Last time, there was noise from the renovation upstairs in your house. Last time, you caught a cold and had a sore throat. Last time, you were chased by a big ice cream monster. You are so fucking creative. This is a collection of drag sounds. ah?"

"Really, I'm really his classmate."

"IamUrFather! The last time I said you would hand it in tomorrow morning, the last time you said you would hand it in tomorrow morning, the last time you said it was tomorrow morning, when will your old man arrive tomorrow? You can see tomorrow the sun?"

He couldn't see... I complained silently, and replied, "This is all the choice of Steins Gate."

"Oh! Friend! Do we still have friendship? Our whole Yuesheng dubbing club has already done voiceover! Even the old chairman has also handed in voiceover! Voice! First! Kill! Are you OK?"

"He had a car accident..."

"Friendship?"

"He is almost past the first seven days..." (The first seven: customarily refers to the seventh day after death, the soul will return home)

"That's a good relationship, and the cemetery is quiet, so I can reduce the noise."

"..."

"!!"

"?"

"Are you really not the old me?!"

"You finally found out!!!" I cried with joy, "You are finally willing to believe in me, how did you realize it?"

"Because you sent six dots!"

"..."

"I'm so lazy! I never send out more than three points!"

I believe this. If my deskmate wants to express speechlessness, I usually send a "."

such.

I rely on this big V comrade to know my old comrade very well!

"What about others?" Big V said.

"died."

"Don't make trouble."

"..."

"Anyway, please, if you can get in touch with him, please tell him. The day after tomorrow, the anime film of Cherry Mei's manga premiered. Although he didn't want to show his face, he also recorded the male lead, and the organizer invited him. Better come here."

Staring at the news, I was suddenly sad.It's been several days since my deskmate passed away, and even now I don't have the slightest sense of reality.

When I told them that he died, the feeling was the same as saying that he was on a business trip.

When I realize that there is no way he will ever come back, I allow my mind to freeze for that moment and stop thinking about it.

My mind is like a tangle of wires in the computer room, heavy and difficult to understand, stuffed into an invisible corner by me.After waiting for many years, the wires are covered with dust, and I call it dusty in terms of art.I have no intention to untie it, let alone give myself a little time to concentrate on reminiscing about him and cry again.

That's disgusting too.

I suddenly began to yearn for the way those people on the screen, Aite, commented and talked to him. They didn't know that it was my departure that gave me the illusion that he was still alive.

Replied one, "He did have something to do recently, his role should be changed to someone else, and I apologize for him first."

Putting aside the phone, I kicked off my shoes, wrapped myself in the quilt, and started to catch up on sleep.

Well, I'm not fucking asleep.

It wasn't because I thought I was at the same table, but mainly because I forgot to switch back to Weibo and Koukou, and was blinded by the phone.

Reluctantly, I grabbed my phone and logged out of Weibo. Just as I was about to log out of Koukou, I saw a message suddenly sent by Leng Xiaotai.

His message was quickly overwhelmed by the constant stream of new messages, so I switched to my friends list to find him.

There are only two categories of my friends at the same table: various human beings and Servants.

All kinds of human beings, um... literally, classmates, friends, downstairs aunts, courier brothers, two-dimensional three-dimensional people, those they don’t know, are all piled up here.

As for the Servant, well...literally, his servants.

There are about ten people on this list, I know... Leng Xiaotai, Qian Duoduo, Xiao Yao, and the rest of us are all there.

Click on Leng Xiaotai's message... My day.

Since the day my accident happened, I have been sending roses every day.It's the kind built into the buckle, especially gritty.

Is the kid all right?

I quickly dug out the address book and called Leng Xiaotai.

He just sent QQQ on his mobile phone, and the call was answered very quickly.

"Hi..." he said.

"Are you all right?"

"what?"

I didn't know what to say to him, and fell into two seconds of silence.

"What's the matter with me?" He didn't understand.

I didn't tell him that I saw his message to Yeszhen. I felt that he might be a little sad and needed proper social interaction to dilute his emotional hormones, so I opened my mouth and asked him out for dinner.

His tone couldn't be more normal, and he couldn't imagine that he gave roses to a dead person every day.

The kind of gritty teeth.

He said, okay, let's go to the skewers tonight!

I just said, when the time comes, I will find you.

The phone just hung up.

Turning on the mute file at random, this time I really put aside the phone and fell asleep peacefully.

Open your eyes, visually predict three o'clock in the afternoon.

Staring at the ceiling, I called out a string of phone numbers to the empty room.

Sure enough, within ten seconds, my phone started vibrating.

I picked it up, and it was Da Da, the killer who was watching me.

I said, "Brother Killer, can you turn off your monitor for half an hour? I want to take a flight."

He said ok and hung up the phone.

Then I hit a plane.

Shower, change clothes, go out.

I took a taxi to Leng Xiaotai's urban area, which is a little far from my home.There is a very famous barbecue restaurant in his house, which is opened by Leng Xiaotai's so-called buddies on the road.

Following Leng Xiaotai, we passed the customers waiting in line at the door and walked to the back room to enjoy the VIP.

I think that's why it's so good to follow Brother Leng, you can always take advantage of something, even sit on the sofa in the school baton office, it's comfortable!

Leng Xiaotai and I are really not familiar with each other, because I am not here, we have nothing in common.

He is nice and talkative than me.Because we were classmates in the next class in junior high school, he started talking about junior high school with me.

As for him, I only know that he is good at playing but not good at studying.Besides, there are so many people chasing him, both men and women, and he has never had a girlfriend.

Because he looks good.

"I used to be...actually a little afraid of you." I pulled the silkworm chrysalis out of the iron tongs with chopsticks, "At that time, I heard that there were gangsters blocking you at the school gate every day, and you were a loner at school. You are not easy to get along with."

"Hahaha! Isn't it?!" He laughed loudly, "It's so annoying! I'm obviously a good boy!"

Before I could complain, he continued to speak up for himself, "The way I looked at that time, it was true that everyone was afraid of me, our teacher also used me as a negative example, what to say, don't play with Leng Xiaotai! A kid like him doesn’t learn well! Something like that~”

"Haha." I smiled awkwardly.

He pouted aggrievedly, and continued to laugh, his eyes are so beautiful, "Actually, I really want to study hard! But I'm stupid! I was at the bottom of the exam! And to be honest, I don't want to fight with them at all, they came to provoke me How do I know if their goddess likes me or not? They just said that I robbed them and wanted to beat me up. Is it my fault that I look cute? Is it my fault! You know my temper It's very explosive, if they provoke me, I will explode, and then I will become a bad kid who likes to fight..."

"One hundred thousand volts of sympathy for you."

"Thank you!"

He held up his beer mug, and we bumped one tragically.

I said, "I just feel that you are a good person. When I was in junior high school, I often saw you alone, and others said you were cold. This is impossible!"

"Hey..." He sighed, "Can I be alone... Good students avoid me, and I don't want to hang out with those little bastards, so I can only be alone."

"But you are very popular, and I feel that you are quite loyal."

"Well, some little brothers are pretty good. The owner of this store is the one who was criticized by the whole school for gang fights in freshman year of high school!"

"Oh I remember!"

"Hey, in fact, you can't blame him that time, he is really nice." Leng Xiaotai looked for hot sauce with a bean in his mouth, "If you want to blame that time, you can blame me."

"Is it me?"

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