writer challenge

8.

With the violent help of three powerful backups, Peng Shu was dragged and thrown into the window of bedroom 3.It was long past the time to turn off the lights, and in the dim light of the flickering flashlight, he was hurriedly carried to the side of the bed again, and the sprained ankle was treated briefly, and then he was pressed into the quilt of a certain bed.

He leaned up half of his body, wanting to thank his friends, but the dormitory was empty, and the figures who were still busy just shrank back to their respective beds.

"Hey, it's really a militarized style!" Peng Shu sighed.

Before he finished speaking, a person quickly and silently got into his bed, hooked him with hands and feet, and blocked his mouth with his lips.

"Well……"

"Don't talk! It's time for ward rounds!" Mu Ming spoke angrily.

The small pane on the door of the dormitory was indeed illuminated by a flashlight.Mu Ming pulled the quilt and wrapped Peng Shudou in his arms.

Peng Shu was caught in this sudden hiding position, a little passive, a little nervous, but also a little happy.His fingers began to restless, crawling all over the sturdy body.

Yo, you're doing well, you have pectoral muscles!See if the abs are... Mmm!And abs!Count to see if there are six... one, two, three... eh?What's this? !

The quilt on the top of the head was suddenly lifted and covered again, and heavy breathing was buried in it.In the darkness, Peng Shu couldn't see anything clearly, he just felt Mu Ming staring at him with disordered breath on top of his head.

"Mu Ming..."

When I woke up the next morning, there was no one in the dormitory, only the sunshine after the snow, which was so bright that it was unreal.Mu Ming's note was left on the pillow, as if it was a comment on the erotic dream last night: "Put breakfast on the radiator and eat it while it's hot. I'm going to class."

Peng Shu scratched his messy hair, wrapped himself in a quilt, moved to the table, and buried his head in the bowl of soybean milk—as if he couldn't prove that it wasn't a dream without making some whimpering noises...

With a bang, someone rushed in.

"Yo, are you awake?!"

"Ah...Zhou Yi?" Well, even the witnesses appeared in time, and the last chance of being an ostrich buried in the sand disappeared...

"Is your ankle better? Did you sleep well last night?" Zhou Yi hurriedly searched for textbooks on the bookshelf, and asked casually, "Are you not crowded?"

"Squeeze?... This, this..." Peng Shu's brain was hit by [-] critical points when he woke up from his dream, and he began to recover blood at the speed of light and replay: "Didn't it affect you last night?"

"Cough!" Zhou Yi rolled his eyes, walked over and patted Peng Shu on the shoulder, as if he had just come by: "We usually wear headphones and listen to music to sleep - covert operation, everyone is familiar with it and well-trained, don't worry Bar!"

9.

Wall Breaker: Damn it!What a big bowl of dog food!

Qiuyuezui: It's been a long foreshadowing. Although there is still no suspenseful link, I am looking forward to the follow-up!Like Mu Ming.

Boiled Peanuts: Bed 105 is very interesting!I actually fell in love with Tang Yiyin... a scheming boy, very aggressive!

Fireworks cold: After watching all night, I was given a mouthful of dog food... Be careful, but I still look forward to the alternative ending of "Rainy Night".

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The number of likes has risen rapidly in these chapters, but there is always a gap between the number of winners required by the organizers.At this time, Yi Feng lost the will to win, and fell down on the bed in depression.What flows in the pen is sweetness, but what churns in his heart is bitterness—what Yi Feng never expected was that he was so nostalgic for the past.His stomach was burning, he looked at his watch, it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night - people who often rush to write late at night, it seems inevitable to suffer from stomach problems; , right now there is only one person, desperately squeezing his solitude to make up some sweet essay...

That's all!Isn't it for self-healing that I am enthusiastically participating in this "writer's challenge"?Why do you fall into deep sinking over and over again?Yi Feng despised himself severely in his heart, and forcibly twisted his thoughts——what should I write next?According to the way of writing in reality, it will not be sweet anymore...

10.

Graduation season is coming soon, and Mu Ming, who gambled on his future for his true love, paid the price. He was sent to a remote town in his hometown. The top student in the Criminal Investigation Department became a rural policeman, and his future was as muddy as a country road. .Peng Shu, who graduated a year later, returned to Guangzhou without any expectations. He worked step by step and went on blind dates. Life is like a straight and unremarkable road to the end.The only anomaly is that Peng Shu insisted on writing in the direction of suspense and reasoning, and gradually became famous.During a class reunion in a certain year, classmates teased that Peng Shu was originally a romantic seed, full of love classics every day; he never thought of graduating, but found a different path, and embarked on the path of suspense reasoning and creation. I wonder if there is a mystery hidden in it... Mystery ass .Peng Shu cursed secretly.It's just being played by fate in the palm of your hand.That year, Peng Shu and his girlfriend who had met on a blind date were almost at the stage of discussing marriage. He suddenly received a call:

"Hello, are you Peng Shu? I'm from Tianhe District Public Security Bureau. Is your ID number xxxx...?"

"Uh, it's..." Peng Shu was a little confused, at first he thought it was a liar, but the acting skills of this liar were so realistic that Peng Shu had to reflect on whether he had made any mistakes.

"Come to the Public Security Bureau, Mu Ming wants to see you."

"Who?"

"Mu Ming!"

What a majestic and just call, Peng Shu was completely powerless to refuse.Once again the fingers of fate caressed him frivolously.After returning from the Public Security Bureau, he rejected the marriage with his girlfriend.My girlfriend is also a master with a particularly strong sense of life planning. If I can't catch this train, I quickly change to another train, but I don't get entangled.Seeing his ex-girlfriend breaking up quickly, Peng Shu felt very envious in his heart. He also hoped that he would have a life with clear goals instead of waiting to be decided by others.

But in the end he was decided by others, and after only seeing Mu Ming, he hurriedly cleared his feelings and life, and waited for a vacant position.

At the Public Security Bureau, the first thing he saw was the person who called him.

"I'm Kong Qing. I called you yesterday. Mu Ming was transferred to us a month ago. I won't tell you about the twists and turns. He said he was looking for someone named Peng Shu. I lost contact in the early years, and I don't know exactly which city he is in, but I guess he may have returned to Guangzhou after graduation; he knew Peng Shu's birthday, so we looked it up casually." Kong Qing paused, probably trying to cover up the abuse Behavior of public authority: "There are quite a few qualified 'Peng Shu' in the city's household registration. When further screening is needed, he is discouraged. He sometimes says that getting it too easily will not lead to good results, and sometimes says that his appearance is very difficult. It may disturb your life. I have seen his files, so I understand the hardships of his promotion from the rural grassroots to his current position; if this kind of unknown hardship is for one person, I hope that the whole world will at least This person can know."

Peng Shu was stunned for a long time in front of the upright-looking police officer Kong, as if he had heard the sound of ice breaking on the lake at night when he couldn't see his fingers many years ago.

"You are the Peng Shu that Mu Ming is looking for, right? You both went to universities in Beijing at about the same time, and you graduated from the same university."

"Where is he?" Peng Shu didn't even answer the out-of-the-ordinary old cadre directly.

"Mu Ming, Team Mu—"

The door slammed open, and someone entered.When Peng Shu turned his head, he seemed to have returned to the April day in the world where pagoda trees were like rain.He really wanted to repeat that stumbling line:

"How did you find me? I remember that I didn't leave you an address."

But Peng Shu still stopped—how could Mu Ming be someone who needed an address?He has never been; as long as you are his target, as long as you are on this planet, no matter how far apart, no matter how much time it takes, no matter how many twists and turns, Mu Ming will eventually appear in front of you.