Today is the weekend, with many men and women sitting on the grass, and student bands playing and singing.

Accordion, guitar, saxophone, clarinet, and four musical instruments were randomly matched, and a girl sang songs with an Eastern European style. This scenario was very common in colleges and universities in the 1990s, because there were few entertainment activities and few opportunities to watch movies, which instead promoted collective communication among students.

In another twenty years, let alone gathering in the grass on weekends, even when I go to KTV, I will play with my mobile phones.

Chen Tao stood by the roadside and listened for a while, and said nostalgic: "I remembered when I was a technical secondary school student again. Unfortunately, I was too poor at that time and devoted myself to studying, so I didn't even think about having fun and communication with my classmates."

"It's really a pity." Song Weiyang did not comfort him, but nodded in agreement with this statement.

Without the pressure of studying in high school and the pressure of entering society, college is an extremely dreamy time. Maybe I don’t feel that when time passes, I will understand how wonderful it is.

Chen Tao suddenly smiled and said, "It's almost noon, take me to the cafeteria for dinner. I want to relive the feeling of the student cafeteria."

The two walked to the central cafeteria. Song Weiyang did not go directly to get food, but subconsciously walked towards the information bar.

If the "password" is the WeChat of this era, then the information column is the circle of friends. Colleges have affairs, clubs have affairs, and even students can post big-character posters when they are idle.

After taking a few casual glances, Song Weiyang turned around and left.

There is no important information on it, and the future South Korean President Kim Dae-jung will come to Fudan to give a speech next week.

This situation is very common. Basically, celebrities give speeches every month. Those who are interested will go to watch the fun, and those who are not interested will pretend not to know.

At this time, Fudan was very awesome. In terms of liberal arts, it is recognized as the number one in Peking University and the number two in Fudan University. After visiting China and meeting the leaders, Jin Dazhong also went straight to Peking University and Fudan University, without any interest in Tsinghua University.

"What should I eat?" Song Weiyang asked.

"Whatever." Chen Tao said with a smile.

Song Weiyang opened the wallet, took out a few meal tickets, and quickly made two meals.

Fudan's meal tickets once made Song Weiyang speechless. Each piece cost 40 cents and was printed on thin and crisp flyer paper. It was even worse than straw paper. If you were not careful, it would be crushed into powder.

The two sat down and chatted and had a meal, and there was also a man and a woman next door.

The boy buried his head in reading a booklet, occasionally sipped in the meal, and continued reading, completely forgot about his female companion.

The girl was hung up for a long time and finally got angry: "Han Huafeng, are you mute? Or treat me as air?"

"Ah?" The boy looked up and was stunned, putting his glasses on his face, "You have dinner first, and I'll finish reading this novel."

"Novels are more important than me?" The girl was even more angry.

The boy did not notice the other party's emotional changes at all and said enthusiastically: "There is a very good novel called "Resident Evil". I recommend you to read it too."

The girl doesn't speak, eats with her head and grits her teeth.

The boy began to talk endlessly: "This novel tells the story of an American technology company called Umbrella decades later. They developed a super virus. Anyone who gets infected with the virus will become a zombie. Do you know zombies? Their brain nerves have been destroyed, they cannot think normally, and they have no pain. They only know how to bite the flesh and blood of living people. The author is so imaginative, and discusses the choices of human beings when facing a major disaster from another perspective..."

The girl still didn't speak, but her eyes could kill people.

The boy continued: "I guess that the national social system in the novel will completely collapse, and the loss will occupy every corner of the earth, while humans will struggle in the cracks..."

The girl is almost finished her meal.

The boy seemed a little embarrassed when he saw that the other party seemed to be uninterested, and then continued to read the novel.

Li Yaolin and Nie Jun came with food and sat directly next to Song Weiyang.

"Old Song, I heard from Old Peng that your cousin is here, that's the one?" Lin Yaolin asked.

"Well," Song Weiyang introduced, "Nie Jun, Li Yaolin, my cousin Chen Tao."

"Hello cousin!"

"Hello, I'm glad to meet everyone."

Li Yaolin also brought a can of canned beef to the cafeteria, pried it open with a knife, and smiled and said, "Thank you for your canned food, I can eat extra meals in the past two months."

"It's nothing, it's a little bit of a little bit." Chen Tao said with a smile.

Li Yaolin chewed beef and said to Song Weiyang: "Old Song, "Resident Evil" is so popular. In the past, only a few people were willing to read the science fiction club magazines. Since the serialization of "Resident Evil", 600 copies have been printed in the second issue. Even students who are not our science fiction club are willing to pay for it."

"Classmate, are you also watching "Resident Evil"?" The boy next to him suddenly found a confidant.

Li Yaolin smiled and said, "It's more than just to see, the author of "Resident Evil" is right in front of you."

"You wrote it?" the boy said in surprise.

"Not me," Lin Yaolin pointed at Song Weiyang and Nie Jun. "These two created together, Lao Song provided story creativity, and Lao Nie turned the story into words."

The boy was so excited that he wanted to shake hands with the two, and even worshiped three points: "I'm so lucky today, I actually met the author of "Resident Evil" in the cafeteria! Two great writers, how did you think of such creativity? I admire it so much, and completely construct another real world. I suggest you contribute to "Science Fiction World" and try to let more science fiction enthusiasts see such wonderful stories as "Resident Evil".

Before Song Weiyang and Nie Jun could speak, another student in the cafeteria stood up: "Who is the author of "Resident Evil"?"

"Is the author of Resident Evil here?" another student asked.

The Science Fiction Society has only printed 600 copies of journals, but there are definitely more than 1,000 students who have read "Resident Evil", and 16 of them stand out in the cafeteria in minutes.

The students brought the food to the side, chatting about the plot and seeing what the author looked like.

"Great writer, did the assault team die in the end?"

"Can Alice get the virus?"

"Definitely not, that's the heroine."

"I didn't ask you again, I'm asking the author."

"Who is the hero? I haven't figured it out yet."

"Can you just serialize a little more content every issue? It's only one issue a month, and it's not enough to watch it."

“…”

Nie Jun was originally the kind of person who was afraid of trouble, but he was so annoyed that he stood up and pointed at Song Weiyang and said, "I am just a ghostwriter, and the real author is him! You guys talk first, I'm full."

Everyone believed it and watched him leave.

After Nie Jun walked out of the cafeteria, Song Weiyang smiled and said, "I only provide creativity. The real author is the one just now. As for the subsequent plot, I really don't know. I still need to discuss it slowly with my friends. I won't talk about that today, and I will see you again if you are destined to be!"

"Great writer, don't leave!"

"That's right, they are all science fiction enthusiasts, so you can communicate more."

“…”

Faced with entanglement, Song Weiyang beat the ball without any psychological burden: "If you want to read novels quickly, then go to the president of the Science Fiction Society and let him turn the monthly magazine into a semi-monthly. Goodbye!"

Let’s give the president a headache, and by the way, you can force Nie Jun to speed up the update speed, haha, let these two guys be cheated together.
Chapter completed!