In the eight-person dormitory, there are only seven students living in the dormitory, and the seventh one is late.

Wang Bo, from Su Province, is extroverted. His father is the section chief of a city's business bureau and his mother is a middle school teacher.

Li Yaolin, from Shandong Province, is optimistic and cheerful, tall and handsome, and his parents are both oil workers.

Peng Shengli, a native of Yunsheng, was diligent and inferior, and was a peasant child.

Nie Jun, a native of Zhejiang Province, is free and casual, has an unknown family background. He likes to watch martial arts, writes misunderstanding poems, and also brings a guitar with him.

The above four people are all natives of the law department.

Ding Ming is also from Zhejiang Province. He is a self-paid student and a political department. Like Song Weiyang, he was thrown into the legal department dormitory. His father is Ding Daguo, a local boss. He started his business by doing a small hardware business. Now he has two factories, and his net worth should be more than 10 million.

The next day, Zhou Zhengyu finally arrived.

This guy had mousse trousers, shirt, leather shoes, and hair. He was very stylish. He threw the bag in the door and took it out and asked, "Who smoked?"

"Give me one!" Li Yaolin said with a smile.

"Then," Zhou Zhengyu threw it over and asked Song Weiyang and Ding Ming again, "Where are you?"

Ding Ming waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't smoke."

"There is no man who doesn't smoke, just light it!" Zhou Zhengyu handed the cigarette directly in front of Song Weiyang and Ding Ming.

"Thank you." Song Weiyang said with a smile.

Why did Zhou Zhengyu specifically hand over cigarettes to Song Weiyang and Ding Ming? Because they dressed the best!

This guy is either a second-generation official or a second-generation rich. He knows basic social means and knows how to see people and people, but he is inevitably arrogant and is too lazy to look at Peng Shengli from the countryside.

Ding Ming smiled and stuffed the cigarette into his ears, saying, "Hello, classmate, my name is Ding Ming."

"My name is Zhou Zhengyu," Zhou Zhengyu sucked the clouds and sniffed against the bed post, complaining, "This Fudan dormitory is too broken. It's also a prestigious school, and there is not even a fan. It's so fucking hot!"

Song Weiyang took out his lighter and lit a cigarette, laughing and said, "I heard that the newly built dormitory has a fan."

"That's what we're unlucky," Zhou Zhengyu was a little depressed, but when he saw the lighter in Song Weiyang's hand suddenly lit up, "Brother, yes, zippo!"

"Street stall goods." Song Weiyang really didn't lie. This was the equipment he bought when he was cheating in the Special Administrative Region.

"Take it and take a look." Zhou Zhengyu spread his hands and said.

Song Weiyang threw the lighter over, Zhou Zhengyu checked it carefully, and immediately said happily: "The grass is really a street stall product, zippe's, only one letter is missing."

"The family has no money, so they can only buy fakes to show off." Song Weiyang said.

"You are still real and interesting." Zhou Zhengyu smiled.

Wang Bo took the Longines watch and leaned over: "Student Zhou, this is a gift from Ding Ming's father, and everyone in the dormitory has it."

Zhou Zhengyu took it in his hand and looked at it, nodded and said to Ding Ming: "It's okay, thank you."

"No need to thank you, I have some thoughts." Ding Ming said with a smile.

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Fuck with me in the future and call me Brother Yu, I'll cover you."

Ding Ming seemed to have no opinion and said happily: "Brother Yu."

Zhou Zhengyu seemed very satisfied with this, smiled, and suddenly stared at Song Weiyang and said, "Brother, have we seen it before?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "You should keep this for a chat with a female classmate. I have no interest in men."

"Get out! I'm not interested in men either." Zhou Zhengyu was so disgusted.

A rich young man like Zhou Zhengyu who likes to play should often sing karaoke. "Thousand Paper Cranes" was so popular last year, and he must have seen "Ma Junhao" feel familiar.

Zhou Zhengyu suddenly pointed at Peng Shengli: "Who, I bought some things, mats, pillows, etc. I'll help me move them over and give you 20 yuan."

Peng Shengli's expression was a little ugly. While feeling deeply humiliated, he quickly smiled honestly and said, "Okay, I'll help you move. But I don't have money, they are all classmates, so they should help each other."

Song Weiyang was quite surprised by Peng Shengli's attitude, which completely refreshed his established impression of this person.

Wang Bo seemed to feel the awkward atmosphere and smoothed out: "Yes, it's all classmates, why are you talking about money? Let's go and win, let's help Zhou move things together."

"Yes, yes, I'll go too." Ding Ming also joined in.

Song Weiyang sat down and did not move, and Li Yaolin watched these people leave the dormitory.

After Zhou Zhengyu and his men left for several minutes, Nie Jun, who was lying on the bed to watch "The Legend of the World", suddenly closed the page and said, "It's like a pen! They are all classmates, what are you pretending?"

Li Yaolin immediately agreed, "That's right, I don't like anyone with the surname Zhou. I'm arrogant because I have a few bad money. Such a person has been beaten to death if he has been put in our oil field!"

"Which oil field is Lao Li from?" Song Weiyang asked.

"Shengli Oilfield." Li Yaolin said.

Nie Jun has finished reading "The Legend of the World" and has nothing to do for the time being. He asked with interest: "The oil there is very cheap, right?"

Li Yaolin smiled and said, "It's cheap. People often smash the pipes to steal oil, but we dare not smash it, but sometimes we carry the bucket to remove the oil from the hole, and then we will pick up a big bucket after a while. When I was a kid, I counted on it all for popsicles."

"Don't anyone care about stealing oil?" Nie Jun asked.

"It's okay, but I can't help it. The oil pipeline is so long that it's holed everywhere by oil mice." Li Yaolin said.

Nie Jun said: "I have never seen the oil field. Next summer vacation, I will go to Shengli Oilfield with you to have a look."

Li Yaolin smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you to collect oil when the time comes."

"Then it's decided," Nie Jun asked Song Weiyang again, "Old Song, what's the fun there?"

Song Weiyang said: "There are mountains everywhere. Emei is beautiful in the world, and Qingcheng is quiet in the world, which is enough for you to climb every day."

Nie Jun became even more excited: "Is there an Emei Sect or a Qingcheng Sect on the mountain?"

Song Weiyang shook his head and said seriously: "The famous sects have long disappeared. That thing was reactionary and was smashed to pieces when it was broken. I heard from the older generation that the heads of the Qingcheng Sect and the Emei Sect were arrested and paraded with high hats. All the martial arts secrets were burned!"

"Really or not?" Li Yaolin was a little disbelief.

Nie Jun was probably obsessed with the infatuation and asked, "The Emei Sect is a nun. Are nuns also criticized?"

"It's not just criticizing and fighting, but all orders to return to secular life," said Song Weiyang. "Do you know Shaolin Temple? It was also residing in secular life at that time, with only a dozen old, weak, sick and disabled people left."

"What a pity." Nie Jun sighed.

Song Weiyang said: "Although the Emei Sect and the Qingcheng Sect were destroyed, the Shadow and Tibetan Sect is still there, and they are all laity!"

"Really?" Nie Jun's eyes glowed.

Song Weiyang said: "These supernatural masters are amazing. I have seen one with my own eyes. At that time, the zombies in Rongcheng were catching up with swords and chanting magic tricks. With a whoosh, a sword light split the zombies in half!"

Nie Jun slapped the bed and shouted: "I know, it's the Shushan Sword Hero, he uses the flying sword!"

"Yes, it's the flying sword," said Song Weiyang. "I didn't hear the magic tricks he recited at that time, but I heard the last two words."

"What two words?" Nie Jun asked hurriedly.

"Come on the sword!" Song Weiyang said.

"Come on the sword?" Nie Jun repeated.

"Yes, it's the sword," Song Weiyang waved, "As soon as he finished speaking, the world changed color instantly, and a sword light flew from the clouds, faster than a rocket."

Nie Jun imagined that kind of scene, his mind was rippling, and said with a stern look: "I wish I could see the style of a swordsman with my own eyes!"

Li Yaolin was a little confused when he heard it next to him, scratched his head and asked, "Are you talking about storytelling?"

Nie Jun said: "You don't understand."

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Yes, you don't understand."

"It's a bad thing that I understand, it's a god." Li Yaolin complained.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The door was opened as soon as the knock sounded.
Chapter completed!