Ye Lan

Probably in the second semester of the second year, "Feng Huo" from the next dormitory suddenly approached me.I was dusting the drive, and suddenly his big hand slapped me hard on the back, so scared that I threw the brush out.

"Do you want to team up with me?" he asked.

"What team are you forming?"

"Cup of Courage."

The reason why Feng Huo got his name is because of his desperate savagery.No one dared to practice against him in the actual combat training class, because his ability control in close combat was really strong.And since it was an actual combat exercise, he didn't say that he could only use the driver, and sometimes he would even combine punches and kicks to beat his opponent black and blue.If you can't provoke it, you can at least hide it, so he can only practice alone afterwards.It is not surprising that this kind of fighting madman signed up for the Courage Cup, but it is strange that he will find me here.

"But...you team up with me, and I'm not strong, so I might hold you back."

"What are you afraid of! I like you."

I thought about it carefully, and I always felt that this fact was too strange.I didn't have any close friends with Feng Huhu before, and I never got "excellent" in the actual combat exercise class. How could he suddenly like me?However, being asked to form a team by such a madman actually gave me a little mysterious sense of vanity.In addition, the Courage Cup is a regional competition. If you get the ranking, not only will you get extra points in the school, but you may also be able to add something to your resume... All in all, I was probably fascinated by these factors, so that when I When he said impatiently, "Why are you so unlucky", I replied—although I regretted it as soon as I said it:

"Okay, if you can fancy me, I'll try."

Clearly not satisfied with the answer, he glared at me and said:

"It's not about trying, you have to work hard! We have to practice for two extra hours at night!"

I regretted it more and more, but it was hard to get off.I didn't want to sacrifice the time of lying in bed in a daze after ten o'clock, and I didn't want to be beaten half to death by Feng Huhu's tense fist during this time.However, without giving me any time to repent, he had already gone out "bang bang bang bang".On the opposite table, a certain Zhang turned his head and looked at me with a half-smile.

"Then you're all set?"

"Ah."

"Have a nice training. If not, the illustration in the drawer can lend you grief—as long as you don't dirty it."

"I'm afraid I won't have the strength to resolve it when I come back at night."

A certain Zhang tried very hard to express a sad expression, took out a bottle of wine that didn't look very high-end from the cabinet, and poured it into my glass.

"Drink it, drink this glass of wine, and get on the road."

"I'm not dead yet."

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, I finished my class.The sun made the cement road glow white-hot, and the oil cicadas called "flee" and "flee" in a few sickly branches.Opening the bamboo curtain at the entrance of the comprehensive service station, Uncle Decadent was fanning a fan on the recliner and watching a TV series. I pressed ten yuan on the counter.

"Boss—please show me the machine."

Nothing wrong with my drive, but it's really old.As soon as I thought about going to practice against Feng Huhu at night, I began to worry about its safety.This is a "Yundingshan A[-]" driver handed down from my grandfather - now the drivers of Yundingshan are all C[-]+D[-] type, and they are specially supplied by the military and police; A and B are two The series of products do not even have after-sales service, and I rely on myself to maintain them.What is its current state, even I am not sure.If something fails that can't be repaired, I'm afraid I'll just have to buy a Magpie and go to class.

By the way, you must never tell my mother about buying a Magpie.

My mother had always been very adamant that we were still middle class, and had a hard time maintaining that veneer of vulnerability.Although I think that the situation at home is just an ordinary townsman, no different from Zhang San Li Si next door; however, whenever I express such intentions a little bit, my mother will be furious and say:

"Do you know that if you don't treat yourself as a human being, you will really be like them!"

She seems to have been sleeping in a dream of what she thought was a "middle-class life" and was only "human" if she lived it.Such obsession keeps her in a state of panic all the time, like a rodent making a nest, busy accumulating supplies to create such a middle-class living atmosphere.Because of this, she would rather let me use the Yunding Mountain that has been passed down for two generations than buy a new one, thus acknowledging the financial situation of the family.

The decadent uncle got up from the recliner and threw ten yuan into the change box.He took the drive, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time, then turned and rummaged for tools.

"In the whole school, there are only the two of you who use Yundingshan. Every time I dismantle the machine, I have to find that old-model wire clamp, which worries me to death."

He muttered as he worked.

"Who's the other one?" I couldn't help asking.

"The other? The other is a teaching assistant in the Department of Microactions. He's a genius."

Uncle Decadent has already attached the monolithic magnifying glass to the eye socket, and is trying to pry off the metal back cover with a flathead screwdriver.He pried it several times without success, so he buried his head lower and lower.I wanted to get closer to see what he was doing, but I was afraid of blocking the light, so I had to stand at a position not too far away and stretched my neck to look around.Just then another person came in, slapped the drive on the counter and said:

"Boss, I put it here for you as usual. Clean it up."

When I saw it, it turned out to be the driver of Yunding Mountain. Although the casing was made of nickel-chromium alloy and embedded with a ceramic heat-insulating sleeve, it was probably the A-[-] type with better performance.When Uncle Decadent heard the voice, he suddenly raised his head:

"Hey, I was talking about you just now. I thought you should come by now. This student also uses Yunding Mountain."

The man nodded, said "oh", then took out ten yuan and handed it to Uncle Decadent, then turned and left.I looked at his back: he was thin and tall, wearing an old-fashioned black tunic suit, with a layer of white chalk on his shoulders that stood out.The whole person looks only about 30 years old, but the hair is gray. I don't know whether it is chalk dust or premature hair.There seems to be something wrong with the left leg, and the walking posture is abnormally stiff.When Uncle Decadent saw it, he said:

"Look at him. It's strange. This man can't find a wife, but he is quite popular among boys. I heard that last year, a boy wrote a love letter to him, and the counselor found out that he dropped out of school."

He probably just said it unintentionally, but I couldn't help but think a little more, and my face flushed all of a sudden.I wanted to explain that I didn't have any special inclinations, and I just took a second look because I was curious; however, this explanation always seemed like there was no silver here.So I just smiled awkwardly.Here, Uncle Decadent has opened the back cover of the driver, connected it to an oscilloscope, and touched it here and there with the electrical probe.After a long time, he loosened the clamp and said, "It's okay, I'll replace you with a new diode." After a series of dazzling operations, he finally tapped the welding torch on the circuit board a few times, and snapped the back cover together. up.

"It's well maintained, but the machine is too old, so take it easy." He said, and took out another five yuan from the change box and gave it to me.

"Using Yunding Mountain, it's also a fate to meet. I'll give you five yuan."

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