Actually together

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Book Title: We Can Actually Be Together

Author: Yan Shu

Jinjiang ends on 3.24

In fact, we can be together and Zhou Qichong and I can get entangled and seek a vulgar happy ending, but there are not only the two of us in this world, and we don't only have to think about each other.The unbearable lightness of life made me wait for him for three years. Three years later, I memorized the code that my father bought with his life, and I was inevitably involved in a new wave...

The progress bar was advancing slowly, and I was holding a notebook with nearly zero battery in my hand. I leaned against the door and was silent for a while, then said wearily: "Zhou Qichong, if there weren't so many others, we could actually be together."

Zhou Qichong smiled from behind the door: "Of course we can be together - now, I'll accompany you."

Special Forces Attack (Zhou Qichong) V Hacker Technology House Shou (Shen Jiangyou)

Minesweeper: No.1 said, the main subject, Gong broke up and got married (what else? I will add it later)

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1. The author is a liberal arts dog, poor in science, so this article is by no means a technical article

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☆、Meet by fate

I think, in fact, we should write down our affairs.

Otherwise, when I get old and forget it, what a pity it would be.

At that time I may have a wife and a pair of children-although I am good enough to be a father now, I still feel that I am old and strong, and I can wait.

Lan Jin once reprimanded me and said that I should be cheated into nothing.

I didn't feel that I was cheated, even the ending didn't come out, how could I be reconciled.

I have known Zhou Qichong since elementary school. He transferred to other schools in the third grade and stayed at the same table with me for the previous three years.But he doesn’t know me well. During those three years, his parents were divorcing, and he was undisciplined. He was a child like bean sprouts. He wandered around the streets with a few big boys in junior high school, and even accepted me twice during the period. Protection fees.

But I'm pretty impressed with him.

At our innocent age when the teacher praised us for sitting up straight for days, Zhou Qichong, a "bad student" who occasionally never handed in his homework in class, really made all the children despise and envy him strangely.

This is only one of the reasons, the second reason is his eyes.

Children generally don't know people's faces. As long as you don't scold or wave your hands, they can do whatever they want, without the slightest sense of annoying people.

But I am very afraid of Zhou Qichong's eyes.

At that time, he hadn't come for half a semester, and the teacher called me to inform me about the change of attendance, and he didn't come anymore.So I asked why.

The teacher didn't tell me, just let me go back.

When I went out, I heard several teachers talking inside:

"This child...was useless..."

"... His mother is too... the child is so young, why are you getting divorced..."

They thought I couldn't hear, or couldn't understand, but I actually heard it very clearly: Zhou Qichong's parents divorced, he moved away with his mother, and was about to transfer schools.

Back in the classroom, a group of students surrounded me and asked what was wrong, and I said, "Zhou Qichong is going to transfer."

Some of them asked again, "Why did you transfer schools?"

There was a strange look in his eyes.

The female squad leader said loudly: "It must be because his parents are divorced!"

The students exploded with a bang: "Divorce!"

This is a new word.

"Really?" The students turned their heads to ask me for confirmation.

I was about to speak when I suddenly saw a tall, thin black boy standing at the door.

He glared at me viciously.

His eyes are not like an angry child, but like a wolf, as if as soon as I say a word, he will pounce on me and tear me to pieces.

I was terrified.

I will never forget the feeling at that time.

It's as if you know for the first time that some people cannot be messed with, and some things cannot be said.

I froze for a moment and said, "No."

I looked at my classmates curiously: "He is going to move."

After I finished speaking, I sat down with my head down, my back was cold, and his dark eyes still remained in my mind.

I really got to know this man the day before Zhou Qichong left.

Then I thought in my heart, no wonder he is so good at messing around.

It turned out to be that terrible.

Another advantage of children is that they have great forgetfulness.In fact, other than the stare he gave me, I hardly remember anything about him.

Oh, except for those two times when he collected protection money.

Although I was stared at, but in my memory, he was at most a "vicious" deskmate, and he didn't cause any psychological shadow on me.In the next three years, there was one less person in our class, and I sat at a table by myself until graduation—he didn’t come often before, and my life didn’t change much.

Later, Zhou Qichong vividly combined the three years after he left with my three years in junior high school, calling it my blank period.

He said: "Shen Jiangyou, look, we are destined to be together, the six-year window period - you must be waiting for me."

Neuropathy.

The window period has nothing to do with you.

In the six years of elementary school, except for a little bit of turbulence brought by Zhou Qichong, my whole life was so peaceful that it was unbelievable.When I was in junior high school, my mother moved three times, and I changed schools four times.She is always changing jobs, moving from one city to another, and I don't stay in any city for long, and I often feel that if she is not looking for someone, she is looking for someone.

After graduating from junior high school, my mother married a wealthy businessman in Changcheng. He treated my mother very well, but he treated me so well—no, actually, I was not used to it.

My new sister is Su Ping, who is exactly one year older than me. When I arrived at their house, she was in the rebellious period of youth. She was arguing with her father, wearing revealing cloth, listening to crazy melodies, and slamming the door. Ring; the new sister is Su An, two years younger than me, quiet and sensitive, doesn't like my mother, and doesn't like me either.

I decided to live on campus and report to the high school alone.

I went there very early. The head teacher was a math teacher. Seeing that my handwriting was good, I asked me to copy the general training and payment notices on the blackboard for him. He stood by and played with his mobile phone. He looked up from time to time and praised a few words.

After copying, he was very happy and asked me: "Have you been the monitor before?"

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing how he knew it, so I nodded and answered yes, then he patted me on the shoulder: "That's right! We can also compete this time."

When I stepped off the podium, there were already more than a dozen people in the class. Someone heard his words and quietly cast an appraising look at me.

I found a seat by the window and sat down. The table was slightly hot from the sun in late summer and early autumn. It was just right and comfortable. I lay down on the table and basked in the sun.

The No. 70 Middle School is the key point of the city, with nearly [-] students in one class.More than ten minutes later, a mighty army of freshmen marched into the classroom, chattering and making noise.

Many people came directly from junior high school, knew each other, and found acquaintances to sit down and talk with; most of them didn't know each other, but they nodded and asked each other, and they all found seats.

Two girls sat in front of me, and they were looking down to copy the notice on the blackboard. Behind me sat a few boys who knew each other, and one of them pushed me: "Hey, let's get to know each other. My name is Li Yuanfan."

He said this to me without looking at me, looking up at the two boys who wanted to sit with them but couldn't find a seat.

I wisely got up and gave up my seat, and went to the back row to find a seat.

As soon as the freshman team arrived, the seats were almost full, leaving only a few vacancies here and there.

There is one more seat in the last row.

I walked over and sat down, glanced at the boy sleeping on my stomach next to me, and hesitated whether to say hello to him.

Forget it.

I looked away and looked at the head teacher who was knocking on the table and shouting "Quiet" on the podium.

He started clicking.

The names were skipped one by one, and some people raised their hands and answered "yes".

Then he read "...Zhou Qichong!"

The name sounds familiar.

But no one answered.

The teacher yelled several times, and the girl named Xia Lanjin in the front row turned around and pushed the boy next to me, calling him in a low voice: "Zhou Qichong, Zhou Qichong."

The boy woke up, looked around blankly, and raised his hand lazily.

Then he turned around and looked at me: "Hello."

I smiled: "Hello, my name is Shen Jiangyou."

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☆, reunion at the same table

I finally remembered why the name "Zhou Qichong" was familiar to me. Comparing my new deskmate's extremely low attendance rate, I began to believe that he was my "vicious" deskmate in elementary school.

I have always wanted to find him for confirmation. After all, if it is really him, we can still meet again after going around a few cities. It seems very precious.

But after he registered, he never came to class.

I have already gotten to know the three people in the dormitory. A boy from the mountain city is the most familiar with me. His Mandarin is not standard and he is unwilling to practice. He stubbornly speaks the mountain city dialect.As a result, everyone in our dormitory began to speak Shancheng dialect, and my Mandarin was almost substandard.

The other two are local students, one is Xiao Qi, who sings very well, and has the sense of sight of an opera when he opens his voice; the other Zhang Yang is a game madman, his notebook has been confiscated twice and he is still practicing leveling persistently.

Boys, if you play a game together, you can hook your shoulders, play a ball game, you can become brothers, and skip class once, you can become a life-and-death friend.

The girls are in groups of three or four, and each has a few who are close to each other.

This is the high school life I'm about to face. I think, as long as I finish high school safely and don't transfer schools or move, everything will be fine.

No. [-] Middle School entered the third year of high school in the first year of high school. Everyone was busy with weekly tests and monthly exams.

Zhou Qichong came back during the first monthly exam. At that time, 15 minutes after the Chinese exam started, Zhou Qichong was pushed in by the head teacher, Lao Sun, and threatened: "Take a good exam."

Everyone took the time to look up at him, and Zhou Qichong strode in, empty-handed, arrogant.

He borrowed a pencil from me, glanced at the multiple-choice questions I had finished, blacked out the corresponding positions on the answer sheet, and waited boredly on the seat for me to do the questions.

I was terrified by his look, and I unconsciously recalled his sinister eyes a few years ago, tangled between two bad sentences for a long time and unable to write.

"Take one at random," he suggested in a low voice, "you A and C."

I took a deep breath, unaffected by him, and continued to do poetry appreciation.

He wrote something casually on the paper with a black pen, and the tip of the pen "rustled".

After rewinding.

I was discussing the answers with Xia Lanjin, Xiao Qi asked me to play ball in the back, suddenly a black shadow covered Xia Lanjin and I's test paper - it was Zhou Qichong.

I'm a little surprised he didn't go.

"Shen...Jiang You?" He called my name with some hesitation.

I raised my head and gave him a look of concern, and he suddenly laughed: "Are you from Suzhou?"

I squinted my eyes, and he patted me on the shoulder: "Well, let me just say, your name is familiar—"

He dragged out his voice: "I still remember you."

Later, Zhou Qichong emphasized to me countless times that he had an extraordinary memory since he was a child, and that he would remember me definitely not because he had unreasonable thoughts about me when he was a child, but just because he happened to remember me.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether it is true or not, I finally found an acquaintance in Changcheng, an acquaintance who I remember him, and he also remembers me.

Zhou Qichong only chose to fill in the blanks in mathematics, physics and chemistry. After completing the English choice, he was not the last one.

He doesn't come to class again.

I sat at a table by myself, went to play basketball with Xiao Qi and the others after school, and just found a place to eat, and I could finish the day.

Xiao Qi and I taught Lu Yiran, a boy from the mountain city, how to play. Lu Yiran was full of momentum, but his skills were too poor, and he often shook his half bottle of vinegar to provoke the sports students in class 12.After walking too much at night, I finally encountered a ghost. The sports students were overwhelmed by the disturbance, and asked him to play heads-up in the afternoon.

So Lu Yiran came to find Xiao Qi to put out the fire again. At that time, Xiao Qi was rushing to catch up with the physics homework. Hearing this, he tore off three pages of the homework from the middle, quickly copied the last few pages, and threw it together with my exercise book. class president.

I asked Lu Yiran, "What did you bet on?"

Lu Yiran said: "Whoever loses, please drink."

I patted him on the shoulder and gave him ten yuan: "Go buy a bar."

Lu Yiran was furious: "Shen Jiangyou, how can you uplift others' ambitions and destroy your own prestige?!"

Xiao Qi said: "You have no prestige," while he patted Lu Yiran's face: "Go, let's go to have a barbecue tonight."

Lu Yiran left angrily.

In the evening, the four people in our dormitory and a group of sports students from class 12 gathered around a table to eat barbecue.

Lu Yiran retaliated against me by buying the brand of beer I hated the most. It had an earthy smell and he couldn't drink it at all.

"Don't be so picky!" The tall boy from Class 12 looked at me with disgust.

"Oh, don't look at him." Lu Yiran watched the excitement and said without hesitation: "He is very picky, drinking plain water is like drinking red wine."

I shake a spoonful of sugar onto his skewers to remind him to shut up.

"Boss! Where's our stuff? It's been half an hour!" shouted the person at the next table.

The boss ran over to talk.

A few minutes later, the other side stood up and pointed at us and yelled: "They came so late..."

"…How to say!"

There was a quarrel.

I frowned, feeling bad.

Several other people also realized that they had been lying on their guns for no reason, and stopped the rhythm of eating hazel.

The quarrel over there was getting louder and louder. Those people had obviously been drinking, and some of them walked this way drunk.

I stood up suddenly, and Lu Yiran followed suit: "What are you doing?"

The adult walking in the front was flushed and his eyes were burning. When he came up, he kicked our low table and yelled inarticulately: "You‖Mom‖Fuck‖..."

All of us stood up, and Lu Yiran was the most irritable, swearing in Shancheng dialect: "Mommy... what are you doing!"

The few people who had drunk got angry quickly, and they didn't need to make a lot of noise, they could start fighting with their sleeves rolled up.

There are many adults on the other side, but we also have a bunch of tall sports students, and the beatings on both sides are unambiguous.

But the scene got more and more out of control, I gradually calmed down once the fire was over, I grabbed a boy in Class 12 who was about to copy wine bottles, and shouted: "Don't move the equipment!"

I wiped the nosebleed from someone who beat me up, and said in a low voice, "I called the police and waited for the police to come. Something will happen to this group of people."

"You call the police!"

A drunk squinted his eyes and stared at me: "Fuck!"

He cursed, picked up a low stool and threw it at me.

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☆, familiar with each other

I reacted quickly and dodged to the side. The low stool flew over and brushed against my face, rubbing hard on my forehead.I felt the cold touch and the slightly warm liquid almost at the same time.

The low stool thumped and rolled a few times on the ground, then stopped.

In the chaos, the few people who were fighting in full swing stopped.

I wiped blood from my forehead, and coldly swept over the faces of several people who were flushed with excitement: "I called the police," I said, kicking the low stool that fell on the ground a few times: "Whoever moved first Hands, the current situation is that you are armed with weapons to hurt people."

Zhang Yang understood: "You were the ones who provoked this matter, but we were not seriously injured. Either you leave now, or go to the police station to talk about it."

The man who threw the stool cursed, and several people stood there for a while and hesitated, pulling each other and saying "forget it".

Xiao Qi breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and cursed, and went to negotiate with the owner of the barbecue shop.

Lu Yiran yelled angrily: "Damn it!" He sat down on the stool, clutched his buttocks even more angrily, jumped up and screamed.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Zhang Yang said, making me lift my chin, and carefully touched the wound on my forehead: "It's probably a tetanus, that stool leg is made of steel—be careful, don't lower your head— ——Lu Yiran, what's the matter with you?"

"Glass, glass!" Lu Yiran angrily pointed at the bright colors on the stool and jumped.

Zhang Yang asked impatiently, "Is there any bleeding?"

Lu Yiran yelled: "It hurts me to death!"

Zhang Yang casually comforted him a few words, greeted the others, and dragged me to the taxi.

I think he made a big fuss, but he was still sent to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, the wound was not bleeding much, so I dragged him away again, and Zhang Yang said, "I saw your blood is falling—swish."

I was given a tetanus shot, ointment was applied to my forehead, and I left the hospital grinning.

"That," Zhang Yang tugged at my sleeve, pointing to a tall boy in line at the door of the pharmacy: "Does it look like you are at the same table?"

"Who?" I turned my head to look over, "Like it?"

"Yes." Zhang Yang said.

I looked at it carefully for a while: "No."

Zhang Yang scratched his head: "The back of his head..." He raised his hand and scratched the boy's back: "There is a scar. It must be him."

I said: "Where is the scar? That is obviously the shadow of the light... How do you know he was in a fight?"

Zhang Yang said "Hey": "I'm in the same junior high school as him, but he's a celebrity... Our teacher told us all day long, although your grades are not good, but luckily you're not like the one in Class Ten, tsk tsk tsk."

The two of us stood sneakily behind that boy, pointing at him: "It's not him." "It must be..." "Oh, Zhou Qichong is not that tall..."

Our conversation stopped abruptly because the boy had turned his face away, expressionless.

I, Zhang Yang: "..."

I was the first to react, and greeted him as if I had just seen it: "Long time no see!"

Zhang Yang laughed, "Oh, you are also in the hospital."

Zhou Qichong ignored his publicity, nodded casually, and looked at me sideways: "Oh, good student, class monitor," he mocked, "You will also go to the hospital."

I don't know what Zhou Qichong's hobby is, he always has a habit of punctuating one or two sentences when talking to me, not to mention that I don't do any shift work now, his weird "big squad leader" makes Zhang Yang feel a little bit confused. The face looked at me in surprise.

But I can never fight two fights in the same night.

So I counted one, two, three, calmed down after three seconds, nodded at him, and dragged Zhang Yang away.

After a visit to the hospital, Zhou Qichong came back strangely and attended classes for a week, and was fortunate enough to see four people in our dormitory standing in front of the class, chanting and reviewing.

What Lao Sun meant was that the other party was indeed wrong about the barbecue stall, and I handled it well in the end, but the fault was that I shouldn't have done it in the first place.In order to let the whole class know that it is correct to call the police and it is wrong to do it, we must write a sincere review of one thousand words and read it aloud in front of the class.

During the review, it was recess, a group of students gathered around the door to watch, and the sports students in class 12 whistled and cheered outside the classroom.

After finishing reading, the old grandson patted my head with unsatisfied enthusiasm: "Look, what a good-looking and handsome child..."

We became acquainted with some sports students in class 12. After all, the best way to form a brotherhood is to do a bad thing together, and the best way is to be punished together.

When Zhou Qichong came back to class, he blatantly copied my homework and test papers, and sometimes even went to play two games with us. He was tall, with long legs and long hands, quick movements, and could take jokes.After getting along like this, he is actually a relatively easy person to get along with.

The only thing I can't bear is that Zhou Qichong never calls me by my name properly, from "same desk" to "big monitor" and then to "good student", sometimes even just calling "table" refers to me. I- it's like I don't have a normal name.

In fact, after all these years, Zhou Qichong has never been willing to call me by my name properly. He is either "high-achieving student" or "big monitor", or he calls me by my nickname "liǎo".

The last time he said my name seriously was two years ago, the night before his wedding.

I was so tormented that I was about to fall asleep, and I vaguely heard him whispering in my ear: "Shen Jiangyou, wait for me."

He said a lot later, babbling like an old man, but I couldn't hear clearly. I wanted to yell at him several times to make him speak louder, but my own voice sounded like a mosquito.After I snorted a few times, he stopped, touched my head, and said again: "Shen Jiangyou, wait for me."

Then Laozi and Sun Quan waited for Liu Bei to return Jingzhou.

In fact, "waiting" is the most inexplicable thing. If you wait for one year, you will feel irritable; Keep extending this deadline, because you always think that maybe tomorrow will come.

Shen Congwen wrote a sentence at the end of "Border Town": "This person may never come back, maybe he will come back 'tomorrow'."

Tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows.No one can't live without leaving, but I was a toddler in Handan, and feelings are not addition, subtraction, multiplication and division-one person comes and leaves, and it is not completely unaffected.

After waiting for him for so long, I still feel that we can actually be together.

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☆、Hook up with make-up classes

I got to know Zhou Qichong really well in the first semester of the second year of high school.

He came to me to make up lessons.

"Make up lessons?" I looked at him in surprise: "Why do you suddenly think of making up lessons?"

He sat on the stool and shook it back and forth, turning the ballpoint pen I borrowed from him from the index finger of his right hand to the little finger, and then back again. His slender fingers flipped flexibly, as if playing a musical instrument.

"The college entrance examination is always required." He said casually, turning his gaze out of the window: "My mother hopes that I can go to a better school."

This is the first time I heard the term "Mom" from him. He doesn't often mention his mother, and it seems that he doesn't mention it at all. I always thought he hated his mother.

Now, he actually wants to turn back for his mother's prodigal son.

"Give me a word," he threatened, "will you make up for me?" He said, wiped a long piece of eraser on the table to the bottom of the table, and whispered: "Actually, I don't need to mend much. If you don’t know the question, just teach me.”

How much you don't know.

I really wanted to ask, but in the end I didn't ask anything because I was timid, and said casually: "Okay, where do you want to start? Elementary school? Junior high school?..."

Under his cold gaze, I automatically muted my voice, sighed and said, "It's not that I won't help you, just homework tonight—" I threw the physics notebook to him: "How many questions can you do?"

Zhou Qichong rolled his eyes, grabbed the notebook to read, and frowned in pain after a while.

I spread my hands, expressing that everything is unspoken.

When the class bell rang, Zhou Qichong held my notebook and answers, thinking hard and staring blankly.

After class, he threw the notebook to me, raised one eyebrow, took out his own empty notebook, and started writing.

Before the break was over, I came back with the water, and he threw the notebook in front of me triumphantly, and shouted: "You look down on people! Good-student-student!"

I glanced at him suspiciously, picked up the notebook and scanned through the ten lines at a glance——unexpectedly, they were all correct.

I took out the textbook, turned to a sample question and pointed it out to him: "You do this question—the method is the same as this question, please show me."

Zhou Qichong's face darkened, and he began to scratch his head at the topic again.

When school was over, he hadn't done it yet, but he dragged me, took my mobile phone and homework as hostages, and forbade me to eat.

I was so hungry that my stomach hurt, so I had to drink water and run to the toilet non-stop.

When I came back from the toilet for the fourth time, he finally asked me for advice with a cold face: "What does this... mean?"

"The first question here is that the resistors are connected in parallel... and the force of the car here is balanced..."

Zhou Qichong interrupted me: "Why do you say it's balanced?"

I froze for a moment and replied, "Because it remains stationary."

"Is what is at rest a balance?"

"..."

I was silent for a while, and said: "You have to start from the second year of junior high school."

He said angrily: "This is too much! Impossible!"

I said angrily: "Mr. Jin Buhuan! If you want to read poetry, you must first be able to read, right? Your foundation in mechanics is so poor, and a lot of knowledge in electricity is mixed with mechanics. How do you want me to explain it to you?! Show you Jill Maxwell A picture of Stein Einstein?!"

Zhou Qichong snorted twice, then reacted, and asked me: "Who are you talking about? What did you call me?!"

"Jin Buhuan! Mr. Jin Buhuan, the prodigal son!" I shouted, "Can I go eat?!"

Zhou Qichong was obviously taken aback by me. Seeing that I was gnashing my teeth and about to leave, he hurried up to stop me: "Hey! After you finish explaining this question to me, I will treat you to dinner!"

I flew into a rage and said, "I'll eat by myself, just let me go, thank you!"

I walked quickly to the door, and he caught up: "I invite you, I invite you..."

He forced me to slow down, and returned the phone to me: "I was too anxious."

Zhou Qichong pulled me along and started to go back to his old ways: "I woke up today, huh, let you mortals come to give a lecture to this uncle?"

Not to be outdone, I choked back: "Do you still have your junior high school textbook, Mr. Jin Buhuan, huh?"

It is a painful thing to make up lessons for Zhou Qichong. His knowledge system is like a spider web that has been knocked down by the rain, and it is tattered.Mathematics, physics and chemistry have slowly improved, and Chinese and English are in a mess.

"What's wrong with this sentence?!" Zhou Qichong yelled at me holding a copy of "Quick Improvement in the Use of Language Knowledge".

I glanced at the title and pointed to the idiom "tears down my cheeks" to show him:

"'Unable to cry' itself has the meaning of 'can't help', so you can't add 'can't help' in front of it, and the meaning is repeated. ——You can say 'I burst into tears after listening to this sentence.' But you can't say 'After listening to this In a word, I can't help crying.'”

Zhou Qichong scolded blankly: "But I often say that!"

I nodded: "So you did something wrong."

Zhou Qichong said in grief and indignation: "I won't do it!"

I stood up happily: "Okay, then I will go first."

Zhou Qichong said angrily: "Come back!" He took a deep breath: "Finish these few questions!"

For Zhou Qichong, the use of ill-defined sentences and idioms in Chinese is a natural barrier, and he is not in the same world as others in reading comprehension and poetry appreciation. It can exaggerate the atmosphere, and it is even more impossible to understand why Qu Yuan looked for death and life because "everyone is drunk and I am alone".

I said, this is the plot of a nation, and this is a tacit understanding that can span thousands of years.

Later, he once told me that after his investigation, a teacher who made the questions for the college entrance examination had a history of mental illness——"Is it not normal to do it?!"

I asked: "What disease?"

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder." He said while changing the subject: "Look, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have spent more than a year on that strange question."

"Aha," I narrowed my eyes, "I'm so flattered that my face pales."

He frowned, walked backwards, and gesticulated with his fingers in front of my eyes: "You shouldn't be studying science." He paused, met my gloating gaze, turned back subconsciously, and continued around a telegraph pole: " You...then..."

He struggled to find an adjective that perfectly conveyed his meaning without pissing me off, and finally gave up, concluding: "You should study the liberal arts."

I don't despise liberal arts, but he obviously didn't think anything good, so I retorted viciously: "You should also study physical education, huh?"

He boasted brazenly: "Uh huh, you're a dragon, a tiger, and a tiger." He came over and pulled me to cross the road, and began to speak obscenely: "Do you still want to try? A top student?"

I can recall very little of my high school life, except for such boring and uninteresting little incidents, and finally only a love letter incident and graduation.

Xiao Qi only admitted to me after graduation that the three of them co-wrote the love letter that caused me and Zhou Qichong to quarrel so much that we almost got into a fight.

Just for fun.

But I was really annoyed at that time because Zhou Qichong opened and read my letter privately, and he refused to apologize afterwards, and at the same time he was inexplicable and eccentric.

But now I can only remember these simple things - which is too bad, because I am too old to record them myself, but luckily I remembered to write them down in this way.

Zhou Qichong probably can't remember anymore, if I accidentally forget one day, then I really have nothing with him.

At the time, it was only common.

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☆, college youth

I don't have a very good memory recently, I keep forgetting things, I hope it won't cause trivial and strange memories.

Zhou Qichong went to the military academy after graduating from high school, probably because he wanted to avoid his prodigal father who wanted to send him to a higher education institution.

Both father and son love the return of the prodigal son - which is fine, and hopefully he can carry on the tradition.

I went to the university in the imperial capital, and regretted it because of the weather in the second semester, lying on the bed out of breath.

The computer department sits in front of the computer all day long, and the cooling fan will only make people more manic. When I look at the C language dizzily, I want to strip naked and live in a water room after a few seconds.

My roommate Tong Zhiwen bought a box of ice and put it in the dormitory, and I sat next to the box with my books and notebooks and went to the school net.

When computer science students want to retaliate against the society, they usually go to the school network.

The Department of Computer Science of University A is famous. Since two school hackers announced the school network sieve-like loopholes in the last few years, the network administrators broke the cans and did not apply patches.

So from then on, whenever you hack into the backstage of A, you can see a group of inexplicable IDs grabbing management rights.

I chased after two people who placed honeypots, and after roaming around China and parts of Southeast Asia on the springboard, I directly displayed the big IP of A, so I no longer had the interest of grabbing permissions, and only had the fun of watching the battle.

Being strangers in a foreign land, Zhou Qichong and I have a much better relationship.

Their school is fully militarized, and there are strict restrictions on going out. He occasionally came out a few times and was very active in asking me out for dinner. The place was the cafeteria of A.

He just wants to eat.

Since every time he came, he was black and thin, and looked devastated, and he didn't come very often, so I generously allowed him to swipe my card.

Zhou Qichong couldn't understand my major, just like I couldn't understand him saying that there is no need to calculate the ballistic when shooting a gun.

"Why can't your computer department fix even a mobile phone?" Zhou Qichong leaned sleepily on my bedpost, throwing his broken mobile phone up and down.

I grabbed my phone, connected it to my laptop, and explained to him respectfully: "Report sir, the black screen on your phone is caused by a hardware problem—did you see—this thing is called a screen, it's broken, it doesn't belong to us In the professional field, please retract your bad review, thank you."

He raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "Then what are you doing? Want to see if you can change the computer screen to a mobile phone?"

I couldn't bear his ignorance, and felt like I was back in the third year of high school when I taught him the permutations and combinations: "I thank you Zhou Qichong, even if I want to do such a stupid thing, I can't use a data cable, okay?! At least I need blade glue and a bunch of kindergarten craft props!"

He grinned: "It's just a joke," he patted me on the shoulder: "Just teasing you."

Neuropathy.

I looked at him blankly for a while, then sat down and backed up the contents of his phone on a USB flash drive, then unplugged the phone and threw it back to him along with the USB flash drive.

"Okay?!" He widened his eyes in great surprise.

I grabbed my coat and sighed: "Let's go, sir, I will take you old man