"Yes, hello. "Xu Shu in bed No. 3 wears a pair of glasses, and he doesn't look good, but he gets along very well.

Lin Qian glanced at the No. 2 bed in the lower bunk opposite, and the name plate read "Song Wugui".

Surname...... Turtles?

Lin Qian knew that he shouldn't think so, but the corners of his mouth twitched when he saw the other party's name.

Song Wugui seemed to know what he was thinking, there was no way, he didn't know how much ridicule he had received because of his name since he was a child. He said to himself: "If you want to laugh, laugh, my dad said that I lack soil in the five elements, so he gave me this name, by the way, I also have a nickname called Little Fat Man." ”

Don't look at him timid, but he looks short and fat, with a simple face.

Lin Qian didn't smile, and greeted him seriously: "Hello classmate Song." After saying hello, even I felt that it was too much to call classmate Song, but I was very entangled, I couldn't really call him Wu Gui or Little Fat Man, right?

Xu Shu of bed No. 3 was also entangled, and the title was really a big problem: "Otherwise, let's call it by bed? Bed No. 1 is called the boss, Lin Qian is called the fourth, and classmate Song, your name is ...... Dick?"

"Get out," Song Wugui was angry, crying with a little fat face, "Then you might as well call me Little Fatty, anyway, it won't be long before the whole department will call me Little Fatty, and I'm used to it." ”

"Really?" Lin Qian looked at him with some suspicion.

"Actually, it's quite kind to call the little fat man. Song Wugui was very open-minded and said calmly.

"Okay, little fat man," Lin Qian changed his words, "where are the people in bed No. 1?"

He saw that bed No. 1 had been cleaned up, things were neatly arranged, and the quilt was folded like a standard tofu block in the army, and it should have arrived. On the name plate, the words "Zhao Anqiu" are written.

"You said Zhao Anqiu," the little fat man told him, "he came the earliest, and as soon as his things were packed, he went out, and he didn't know where he went." By the way, Lin Qian, you just reported today, and you have already joined the club? That Qin senior of your Peking Opera Club is really scary, you won't have an accident if you join such a club, right?"

Song Fatzi had lingering palpitations about Qin Dawei.

"He actually...... People are nice. Lin Qian said with some confusion and packed up his things on the bed.

Song Fatzi was very curious and talked a lot, and asked Lin Qian again: "Why did you join the Peking Opera Society, are you too anxious?" I plan to learn more about different clubs in a few days before making a decision. Hey, Xu Shu," he looked at his top bunk, "Have you figured out what club to join?"

The dormitories of Jiangcheng University are divided by departments, and all four of them are from the computer department.

At this time, Xu Shu was lying on the bed reading a computer book, and said: "I may not participate in the club, club activities are a waste of time, I might as well study more computer knowledge with this time." ”

"I can't see that you're still a top student. The little fat man muttered.

Soon, he was full of interest again: "Everyone met in a dormitory, it is also fate, when Zhao Anqiu comes back, let's go out for a meal to celebrate? Tomorrow night, how about tomorrow night? I don't know when he will come back tonight." ”

"Okay. "Xu Shu has no opinion.

At this moment, Lin Qian's mobile phone rang.

He opened it and saw that it was a message from Qin Dawei.