When Xue Yi kicked open the door of the five 404 dormitories, a neat and somewhat excessive four-person room appeared in front of him.

The three people in the dormitory didn't distract him from entering the door.

On the left wall, a boy with messy hair on the bed inside is playing with a semi-touchscreen mobile phone that is trendy at the moment, smiling obscenely from time to time, which is completely inversely proportional to the comic innocent girl pasted on the wall behind him.

The boy in the bed on the outside of the left wall is seriously flipping through a novel, looking very addicted, and the big words are written "Beast blood boiling".

The boy in the bed on the inside of the wall on the right should be the most consistent with the impression of the students who mention the school of Fuda, with a neat head and blue-rimmed glasses, he sits on the desk below, flipping through a book that seems to be an investment science, and his mind is not distracted.

The bed closest to the door on the right is Xue Yi's.

Unlike ordinary people who post cartoons and celebrities on the wall, he posts writer's pictorials, and the wall on the pillow side can be matched by turning over Leo Tolstoy.

The desk below was neat, with creeper light green wallpaper, and there were a lot of books, and there was not a single book that did not have the same as his finance major.

A discerning person can tell at a glance that this is not a harmonious dormitory.

Xue Yi walked in and remembered that the relationship with these roommates was very average when he was in college, and the reasons were in all aspects.

Xue Yi himself said that the pride of the fake Wenqing back then was troublesome, and he thought very highly of himself, this suspect was a good man, and he felt too good about himself.

That suspect is often the focus of the crowd and a good child in the eyes of the teacher, and he is a little jealous.

Those who are addicted to reading novels are conceited, and the suspects are not motivated.

It can't be helped.

His roommates also had a bad impression of him.

fake Wenqing, a yuppie who can only dream and write hypocritically;

Proud but not dependent on talent;

Paranoia did not persevere;

Suspicious, he always feels that others have made him bad, or cowardly, who didn't dare to fight back after two sentences, and only secretly wrote a small diary.

The most angry thing is that such a person can still find a girlfriend, and she is still very beautiful, it's just ......

This is also why Xue Yi was particularly embarrassed when he saw that kind of urban novel where roommates met according to age, the kind of 90s of the last century may be more popular, and now there is no tearing between boys, who is not a mom boy jpg.

In fact, Xue Yi can't remember those things even if he thinks about them seriously, it's been seven or eight years since he graduated, and the bullshit of life can even be smoothed out by the edges and corners that are about to bulge to the moon.

Rebirth is more of a curiosity for Xue Yi.

Happy?

Or is it complicated?

He didn't have any ambition to blow up the storm, and becoming a great writer was Xue Yi's idea in his previous life.

Now, he is looking forward to going through the best seven or eight years of his life again.

In terms of bad taste, under the detailed feeling, how stupid was the previous self in order to play a good card.

After all, no matter how you say it, the undergraduates of the Magic Capital Fu University almost fell into the mixed subsistence allowance, and I feel ashamed of my alma mater when I think about it.

For the rest, earn some money, as written in Ji Lao's diary, sleep a few more women from all over the world, and experience a wave of cannon kings, it's not bad!

There's no turning back anyway.

Xue Yi looked at his roommates slightly, and then came to his seat and sat down, there is no need to be too enthusiastic, or change anyone's impression, that is strange, going with the flow is also the self-cultivation of a reborn party.

Otherwise, where does the cool point come from?

Looking carefully at the desk in his college days, Xue Yi really saw the stubborn pseudo-literary youth style of his back then, "Fake!"

A stack of books in your eyes, always prove that you are a reader, funny jpg.

In addition to the classic and exquisite book itself, the title of the book is generally profound, highlighting a different kind that distinguishes it from ordinary people, what English gentleman's style, Roman retro style, classical style.

In addition, there is a little easy-to-understand title hidden in an inconspicuous corner, Jin Moumei?

There is a white porcelain carved incense burner in his right hand, and Xue Yi has no incense except for the cigarette ash.

The four treasures of the study room are neatly placed in the innermost part of the wall, and it is still good to write in a small block of flowers, when he used his sister Qingzhao as a dream lover, he did not practice other people's calligraphy.

Of course, the focus is still on the words written to yourself on the table: "Stick to what you love, love what you insist on, and leave the rest to time" "There is no point in persevering, what is meaningful?"

Xue Yi smiled when he saw it, and Xue Yi remembered that he went to the 100th submission at that time to eliminate and write to encourage himself.

The other sentence was written in the stillbirth that shocked the "universe" by winning an award, focusing on the first half of the sentence: There is no point in insisting, Xue Yi is afraid that others will laugh at him, so he added half a sentence, deliberately giving people a feeling of thinking!

"What a fake yuppie!"

Xue Yi knew that the funny things about him back then were just appetizers, and the highlight was the diary, which integrated complaining and complaining, and the resentful woman in the deep palace was about.

"Where?"

Xue Yi fumbled for a while, found the key in the pages of Ois's "The Dead", and took out a thick diary from the cabinet with a few locks.

Flipping through a few pages, Xue Yi almost stopped laughing.

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

"I'm so angry today, I want to study language and literature, the old man insists on letting me study finance, saying that the family conditions are not good, let me study with good employment prospects, heh, the contemptible people who are determined to dominate the literary world will eat this?"

"The old man actually threatened me to drop out of school if I didn't study finance, heh, I, Xue Yi, just starved to death, stopped studying, and found a cliff to jump off and didn't study finance. “

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

"Why, why am I so good, but I can't succeed?"

"I love literature deeply, but who can understand me?"

……

Yan Bingran is really beautiful, and finally understood the sentence "There is a beauty, I will never forget it, I don't see it for a day, and I feel like crazy about it" But she actually has such an ugly boyfriend!"

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

"I'm very unhappy today, I'm almost able to touch Lin Maoting's naizi, it's uncomfortable, I still have to pretend not to care, I'm not interested in that at all. “

A certain day, a certain month, and a certain year.

"The classmates are stupid, the teachers are stupid, the judges are stupid, what's wrong with the world?"

"No, I'm not reconciled, I don't believe that no one understands my talent, understands my expression, those editors of domestic magazines don't have a vision, I will go abroad, and if I can't do it abroad, I will apply for awards, well, if it doesn't work, I will spend money, I don't believe in my talent, the Nobel judges can't look down on it, it's all those guys in China who are jealous of my talent. “

……

The most recent one: I'm going to find her tomorrow, I can't stand her laughing like a fool in someone else's arms one day!

Xue Yi watched it with a smile at first, and when he saw it, he really wanted to smash himself to death and smash it with a hammer when he wanted to write this thing before.

What is this?

Even if you write a diary to release the dark side of human nature, the problem is too dark to say!

Comics, mentally retarded?

Also Nima is a bit obscene!

Which green onion are you, worthy of being suppressed by others?

Also Nobel, phew, shameless!

Xue Yi can be regarded as understanding that he used to look at him like a fool in college, why is it more and more miserable, this is simply crazy!,

If you don't work hard to improve your writing skills, you know that if you can succeed in this fantasy, then you will be hell.

Xue Yi quietly patted his chest and whispered: "Fortunately, after I was beaten by the society, I recovered." ”

"It was terrible to be a man in the past. ”

After that, Xue Yi put the diary back, locked tightly, and counted the day when no one destroyed the corpse.

After this experience, he no longer has any thoughts about his past, and the ghost knows what sensational things have been turned out, so let's completely cut off the person in the past!

What now?

The general policy of rebirth and not being a literary youth is absolutely unchanged!

It's a pity that it's only 2010 now, and the mobile phone network speed is too slow, otherwise you can still go shopping and ask something, inexplicably reborn, what to do next!

Today's weekend, there is no class, and there is no chance to meet the young ladies in the class who are as tender as little flower buds.

Take a tour of the campus!

In my impression, the protagonist of the rebirth stream in urban novels, as long as he walks around the campus, he will meet beautiful women, or meet experienced babies who ridicule him.

I don't know if I can meet a few such fools and let Ye have fun.

Xue Yi took out his flip phone, two o'clock in the afternoon.