Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Hou Quan almost thought that he heard it wrong. If he was not interested the day before yesterday, he would sign up today?The attitude becomes faster than a photon.

He had to hold his nose and answer: "There is an application link on the official website of the Physics Department of Yanda University. If you want to apply, you have to hurry up. The deadline for registration is twelve o'clock tonight."

"Thank you."

Hearing the thank you on the phone, Hou Quan felt complicated. After the noodles were boiled, eating the noodles in the bowl didn't taste good.

Although it is still unknown whether he will win the prize this time, with Song Zuizai he knows that he will definitely not win the grand prize. Happiness comes and goes too fast.

And Song Zui turned on the phone after finishing the call, and clicked on the link on Yanda's official website to register. This competition is divided into groups of junior freshmen and juniors and senior juniors and fourth groups.

He filled in the basic information on the registration form, confirmed that the filling was correct and clicked submit, but at this time there was something wrong with his phone.

The page is stuck on submission, and the circle showing the buffer keeps turning, and it is only 1 minute before the end of the registration.

At this time, it was too late to refill, and he could only hope that the page would be buffered before the time limit. Fortunately, the words "registration successful" popped up on the screen at the last second.

Song Zui stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, noticing A Ting's gaze, he explained: "The phone was stuck and almost didn't register."

"Why is the phone stuck?"

He Shanting has never felt what a card is like.

In the past six months, Song Zui, whose phone got stuck once a day, sighed and raised the old mobile phone in his hand: "I have used the old mobile phone for three years, and it is normal to have a little problem."

He Shanting looked at the mobile phone held by the young man. It was newer than most old mobile phones. It could be seen that it was carefully taken care of at ordinary times, and the edges still showed peeling color.

"If you don't throw it away, you plan to recycle it?"

Song Zui was blocked by these calm words, and felt that his hand was not a hand in the eyes of the other party, but a metal arm for waste disposal.

This phone was given to him by Xu Ning, and it has been used for three years. It's not that he cherishes the things Xu Ning gave him, but it's a pity to throw away the good things.

He began to teach the correct concept of consumption: "There is no need to buy consumables such as mobile phones every year. Last year's mobile phones have fallen by half this year. If you have the money to replace your mobile phone, it is better to buy a book to change your brain."

He thought of it and added: "By the way, the clothes are too. Not many people will look at you when you walk on the road. Does it matter what clothes you wear?"

The young man who was still looking at people at the last moment said seriously, his whole body seemed to be bathed in holy light, He Shanting stared at it expressionlessly.

Song Zui realized that it would be difficult for a man to give up expensive clothes, so he stopped the topic with a sense of crisis: "I'm going back to school."

"Are you going?"

"I paid for the dormitory at school." He asked back of course, "Where can I live if I don't live in school?"

"There are rooms here."

After Song Zui heard this sentence, he realized that the other party was asking him if he wanted to stay, and he was thinking in his heart.

His way of thinking about the problem is very simple. The dormitory fee is [-] yuan a year, and the average is [-] yuan a day. If you don't live in the dormitory, you will lose [-] yuan for nothing: "I'd better go back to school."

After his voice fell, the air became cold, and he walked to the door and said quickly: "I will come to see you tomorrow."

Although there will be classes during the day tomorrow, he can still squeeze out time by working harder, but the next second he hears Liang Jinjin's words.

"No time to."

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and asked him to live in a dilapidated house and go to the dormitory by himself, it didn't make sense.

Song Zui was unhappy when he found out that the other party didn't follow suit. Song Tiantian would only bite the person's finger lightly if he was unhappy.

He closed the door and let out a breath. Anyway, he coaxed in today, and suddenly felt more troublesome than doing physics test papers.

He turned on the flashlight and went downstairs, and walked towards the north gate of the school. Because of his poor eyesight at night, he was very focused on walking, and he didn't notice anyone following him behind him. The gaze disappeared when he walked safely into the school gate.

Under the darkness of night, He Shanting looked at the back of the young man leaving, concentrated for a while and then got into the famous black car, the original leisurely atmosphere became unattainable.

It was already 12:30 when Song Zui returned to the dormitory. Yin Zihan, who was washing in the bathroom, was puzzled: "Brother Song, why did you come back later than me?"

"I came back quite late yesterday."

Wu Zhen on the bed turned his head when he heard the words, and asked in the direction of the two, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Zui stopped brushing his teeth: "Go to the Internet cafe to sign up for the physics competition."

He had a pair of black and white eyes, and when the eyelids were lowered, the sharpness of the corners of the eyes was restrained, and there was a trustworthy sense of innocence, and the two of them did not ask any more questions.

After washing, he lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and the sweet and sour smell of Swiss sugar seemed to remain in his mouth, which made him dream in a memory.

He fell on the scorched ground, warm blood dripped from his eyelids to his neck, and the shocking red dripped on his pale skin, looking like a dying rose.

There was deathly darkness in front of him, he felt blind, he tried desperately to open his eyes but he couldn't open them no matter what, only the blood fell to the ground like the bell of the dead.

tick,

tick,

……

People's hearing is particularly sensitive when they can't see. He heard a sound of footsteps, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer to him, accompanied by faint metal knocking sounds.

He was lying on his back on the ground unable to escape, but his hand silently touched the blood-stained dagger under his clothes, ready to fight for his life.

He guessed that his expression must be very fierce now, the corners of his brows and eyes were full of anger, his face was covered with blood, he looked like a vicious beast.

He threatened the person who came, but the person not only didn't leave but got closer, as if curious about whether he was dead or not, he bent down and raised his chin.

He froze all over and clenched the dagger in his hand, and was about to open his mouth to bite the visitor's finger, but the other party just fed him a piece of Swiss candy and said something to him indifferently.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

He tasted that piece of Swiss candy amidst the pleasant metal knocking sound. He has not liked sugar since he was a child, and it is not delicious when mixed with the blood in his mouth.

But the tip of his tongue was filled with the only sweetness, and he seemed to really have no pain. In the boundless darkness, he saw the hazy sun, and he thought he saw a god.

The next day Song Zui woke up from the bed in the dormitory, he touched the slight scars on his eyelids, for some reason he always dreamed about the past.

The boy put on his clothes and got out of bed, watered the sunflowers on the balcony, and then poured cat food into Song Tiantian's cat bowl, without the slightest bit of hostility in his eyes.

He looked at Song Tiantian who was buried in his food, and suddenly felt a little worried about the big cat in the rental house.

Song Zui picked up the phone and opened the address book. When he swiped to the other party's name, he paused. Even if he called, he probably wouldn't have a good face.

Just as he was thinking about it, his phone suddenly went blank. Since the last time he threw it off the bed, the phone was on the verge of retirement, and he hoped it would last until next year.

Yin Zihan passed by him and said, "Brother Song, is your phone broken several times a week? Hurry up and buy a new one. Aurora just released a new model yesterday."

Wu Zhen rolled his eyes at the side listening. He didn't have a problem with sports students, but Yin Zihan explained very well what it means to have muscles but no brains. Being able to be admitted to Shanghai University is the smoke from the ancestral grave.

If Song Zui had the money to replace his mobile phone, he would have replaced it with a new one. The price of the ordinary Aurora model is only six to seven thousand, not to mention the latest model, which has only been released for one day, and ordinary people can’t buy it.

The teenager calmly pressed and held the power button to restart. After restarting, the phone returned to normal. He put on his schoolbag and went to class.

During class, he logged on to the registration website. Yanda held competitions very efficiently, and the admission ticket for the preliminary exam was issued the next day after registration. He frowned as he looked at the page of the admission ticket.

The exam time did not coincide with the class time, but the exam location was at the Grammar School, a school he was very familiar with, it was Xu Ning's school.

I hope I don't encounter it or it will be too bad luck.

He turned off his mobile phone and went to class carefully. After class, he received a courier call: "Hello, Song, your courier has arrived. Please go to the north gate to sign for it."

Song Zui thought that the cat litter bought for Song Tiantian had arrived: "Just leave it at the collection point. I'll get it myself at night."

"I'm sorry because your courier is expensive, and I'm afraid there may be a risk of losing it at the collection point. I still hope you can pick it up in person."

Song Zui didn't think there was anything valuable about a bag of cat litter discounted at eight yuan, but he still went to the north gate.

To his surprise, the courier did not hold a large box of cat litter, but a tightly wrapped small box, and he hesitated to take the box.

"This is my courier?"

"Yes."

The courier scanned the order number and signed for the courier. Song Zui was wondering that he hadn't bought any small items this week, but he knew from the sender's name that it was A Ting who gave it to him.

He went back to the dormitory and unpacked the express package. There was a mobile phone in the box under the package. Although he didn't know the price, he knew it was not cheap just by looking at the shiny ceramic body.

Song Zui was stunned for a long while before dialing A Ting's phone number. The other party seemed to understand the purpose of his call and asked lazily: "Got it?"

He hummed.

"Where did you get the money?"

He was full of doubts in his heart, after all, the most expensive person on the opposite side probably only had clothes, but the other party refused to go from extravagance to thrift.

However, in the next second, Song Zui's heart skipped a beat, and he heard the man's helpless voice.

"The clothes are sold."

On the other side of the phone, He Shanting asked Assistant Fang to buy cheap clothes. Assistant Fang, who just came back from vacation, looked at the clothes and rubbed his eyes. Is this still his picky and difficult boss?