These two guys didn't decline, it seems that if they weren't taking advantage of the situation, they were worth deeply interacting with. They said there was another person who wouldn't be back in the dorm until late at night, so after I finished making my bed, I went to drink with them. They took me to a small restaurant nearby, ordered a dish of boiled meat slices and a dish of soy sauce beef, plus a home-style cold dish. I asked if they could drink, and they laughed and said "just go ahead, we'll follow whatever you do". When I heard this, I didn't have any more worries, so I told the waiter to bring a case of Harbin beer. Hurry up with the cold dishes.

  I really want to drink, I want to get drunk. I don't want to think about anything. If she wants to break up with me, why did she ask me to send her off and smile at me? Is this revenge against me? Do I have such a great sin?

  "Come on, buddy, let's drink. You two do as you please." I poured the third glass of wine, and if we're talking about drinking capacity, these two can only be better than me, not worse. But I've already had three bottles so quickly, anyone who sees it will think it's not right, Bao Long accompanied me to finish another one and then asked me: "Buddy, is there something on your mind?"

  I filled the cup with beer, and I have to say that the beer here is better than what we have back home, but it gets more sour as you drink. The alcohol was already starting to take effect, and I laughed and said to them: "You guys are heartbroken."

  In the end, everyone got drunk. It's true that besides fighting, drinking is the most direct way for men to communicate. After a few rounds of drinks, we became like old buddies who had known each other for many years, smoking and walking back to our dorms with our arms around each other's shoulders.

  Back to the dormitory, I found that the guy who was not there had returned. He looked quite old with a big beard. I handed him a cigarette and introduced myself. This old fellow's name is Wang Cheng. Later, I learned that this guy was already twenty-three years old.

  The lights are out, I'm lying in bed listening to Li Xiaoqiang's snores. My head is still dizzy, damn it, who said getting drunk can make you forget your sorrows, I thank his ancestors for eight generations.

  People are actually quite cheap, and I can deeply understand that now. The more you don't want to think about something, the more it will linger in your mind. Like a fly, no matter how hard you try to shoo it away, it just won't leave.

  Until I got out of bed to pee and looked out the window, it was already a little light. A person's university life is about to begin. It's probably just like this.

  It turns out that I am still too psychologically fragile, and this point is often mentioned by one of my good friends many years later today. My boss also often scolds me, saying that I am not suitable for this line of work.

  University life is indeed like this, starting classes from the second day. Even military training was skipped. There are more than 30 people in our class, following the usual pattern, with more boys than girls. However, the appearance of these girls really doesn't deserve praise. Later when I listened to Teacher Guo's crosstalk, Teacher Guo described Teacher Li's sister, and no matter how I listened, it sounded like he was describing the female students in our 06 Visual Communication Design department.

  Whatever, what they look like has nothing to do with me. I found that my personality is slowly becoming more silent and taciturn. Maybe it's because of the stimulation, I started to feel that everything around me has nothing to do with me. I've become someone who basically doesn't say a word except when drinking with Bao Jinlong and others in the dormitory. In the morning, I go to class, but I don't know what those teachers are talking about. I didn't listen either. Half of the first semester has almost passed, and many classmates still don't know my name. They haven't even noticed my existence.

  My mentor Liu Mingming is a quite particular person, he talked to me many times. He said I'm too introverted, which isn't good. I also know it's not good for me, I've lost any motivation, just going through the motions. But there's no way, this habit has been formed and it's hard to change.

  As the ancient saying goes: If you don't choose to change in silence, then continue to be abnormal in silence. Liu Mingming might be worried that I would become a second Ma Jiaju.

  I've really become a bit abnormal. One day, Bao Long said he wanted to dye his hair and asked me if I was going with him, I said yes. As a result, he shaved a mohawk and dyed it yellow. My current hair is very long and has covered my eyes. I directly dyed my hair blue, just like COSPIAY. No matter how you look at it, it's dazzling. Bao Jinlong and I walked on the street with one yellow and one blue head, now thinking about it, we both feel extremely... This is true. After returning to the dormitory, Bao Long and I felt that the three primary colors were missing a color, so we urged Li Xiaoliang to dye his hair red. Li Xiaoliang was lying on the bed reading fantasy novels, after hearing our conversation, he turned around and said weakly: **** ah.

  Actually, none of us in the dorm are good people. Including me, I have a clear conscience, two months after the first year, we basically stopped attending classes. Always hanging out in internet cafes. Me, Qiangzi, Baolong, and another guy from a different dorm called Xiaotao, day and night, playing World of Warcraft in the internet cafe. Basically, not a single day passed without us sneaking out of the dorm. When we were hungry, we went out to drink. When we were tired, we came back to the dorm to sleep.

  Thinking back, there were quite a few interesting things that happened during this period. One day, the four of us went to an all-nighter. Next to me sat a young kid, not very tall, looking like he was only in high school. This guy's hairstyle was even more aggressive than mine, it was pink. To be honest, it was a bit similar to Trunks' Super Saiyan transformation from Dragon Ball. It also had some resemblance to the Statue of Liberty. I was afraid that his hair would get tangled with me when I walked by him. When I glanced at his QQ username, it was also very aggressive. It was called "潙沵芣夃芣唷". I have no idea when this kind of brain-dead text started trending online. I stared at it for half a day and still couldn't figure out what it meant. Later, it was Taizi who told me that the name meant "For you, infertility".

  I can feel the aura of this little guy is so strong, damn it, I'm almost twenty years old and still a virgin, how old are you to dare be infertile?

  It was the second half of the night, my upper and lower eyelids started fighting, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep with my headphones on, dozing off at the computer desk. But I don't know how long I slept before being woken up by a loud noise, which scared me to death, and I thought the lighter on the table had exploded. When I sat up, I found out that it was this guy next to me playing a dance game, banging away at the space bar as if the keyboard owed him money, and muttering curses nonstop. I was speechless, patted him on the shoulder, and politely told him to keep it down. But who would have thought that this guy glared at me with a "What's your problem?"

  Oh my, I'm delighted! The guys to my left also burst out laughing. Qiangzi has already stood up with a smile and headed to the bathroom, and when he came back, he had an extra leather belt in his hand. He lit a cigarette and stood behind that guy, watching as he continued to press keys randomly on the keyboard. After seeing Qiangzi get into position, I gave that scoundrel a slap on the ear. Let me tell him who's boss!

  That guy was beaten senseless, and Qiangzi directly dragged him from the stool to the internet cafe corridor. Since we often come to this internet cafe, and the night-shift manager also looked down on this kid, he didn't intervene. The four of us gave that guy a good beating in the style of social harmony. The poor kid fell to the ground covering his head, which was to prevent Qiangzi from continuing to hit him with a ruler. It seems he belongs to the type who can take being beaten and scolded, but don't touch his hairdo. I squatted down, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up, asking: "Do you know your place now?" The poor kid kept nodding nonstop.

  I feel like I haven't vented enough, and suddenly I thought of his QQ number, so I scolded him: "No wonder we beat you up, you said you can't even write a Chinese character, what's with 'for your infertility'? Change it! Change it to 'dedicated to the country'!!"

  Looking at this poor guy, with tears in his eyes, changing his QQ name to "Dedicated to the Country", we four people all laughed, and the people playing games in the internet cafe also followed suit. I said to this poor kid: "You call yourself a warrior? You're far from it, let me put you down a notch, you're a complete loser, got it? You're too weak, get out of here." Watching this unlucky guy run out of the internet cafe, we continued playing, and suddenly I thought of something.

  This isn't right, I wasn't like this before! What's wrong with me?!

  I've been awake for a whole week, so I forced myself to enter the game and start doing tasks. The tasks in WM are really exhausting, it's the type that makes you run back and forth nonstop. My profession is Feather, I need to fly from one end of the map to the other, soft music was playing in my headphones, my bloodshot eyes were staring at the screen, but as I stared, hallucinations started appearing. It's true that people are prone to hallucinations when they're extremely tired. This is the first time it's happened to me in my life.

  I feel like I've entered the game, flying in the sky with mountains and rivers below me. Thinking of mountains and rivers, I suddenly remembered the "San Qing Shu" that I hadn't touched for a long time, and the patterns that appeared in my mind. This feeling and scene made me very happy, thinking that it's been a long time since I've felt this carefree. I just kept flying like this. Maybe only in fictional fantasies can I be truly happy. Reality is too cruel, too heartless.

  When I woke up, it was Bao Long who shook me awake. He told me that the school would be checking on people today and that I had to get up, or else I'd lose attendance points. I got out of bed, stretched my waist, and thought to myself, looks like this "Three Clear Book" can't just be left to gather dust after all.

  After registering at school, I was still very sleepy, so I fell asleep on the table. When I woke up again, it was the last class in the morning. Psychological counseling. I was surprised that there would be such a class, and it seemed to be temporarily opened. A glasses-wearing female teacher with a very delicate face was lecturing everyone on some so-called psychological knowledge. I listened roughly and felt it was useless. If someone is really troubled, like my buddy, even if you lecture until the dragon cries out, it would still be of no use.

  That glasses-wearing girl later asked us to take out a piece of paper and said she wanted to do a psychological test called "house, tree, person". It was just drawing three things on the paper: a house, a tree, and a person. I thought this thing had some meaning, so I picked up my pen and drew one. The person was drawn inside the house, and the tree was naturally outside. After finishing, I suddenly felt that something was missing, so I took up my pen again and drew several knives and snakes outside the house, and a noose on the tree. And then I painted the background black. I also drew a moon. This was perfect, I thought.