Wang Bo sat on the bed dejectedly, and the pages of A4 paper with creases in his hand fell silently on the carpet like withered leaves. The brain is empty and foggy, like a tofu brain that has fallen to the ground and then been stomped on a few times.

There was no panic, no anger, not even disappointment, there was only a kind of exhaustion, a kind of exhaustion that went deep into the bone marrow, downright exhaustion. This exhaustion, overwhelming, and sudden, made him feel as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.

So, Wang Bo fell straight on the big bed of Roucheya. Drowsiness was like a thick fog, enveloping him all at once.

Wang Bo, who had just woken up, fell asleep again.

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This sleep was a day and a night. When Wang Bo got up again, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning of the next day.

There were more than a dozen or twenty missed calls on the phone, half of them for work, half for private. Wang Bo went back one by one, the instructions of the instructions, the explanations of the instructions, and the apologies of the apologies, as if nothing had happened.

After the call was returned, the spirit and strength of his body were relieved. He sat in place and was stunned for a while, and finally turned on his mobile phone and made a call to Zheng Yan.

The phone rang "jingling", but no one answered. Wang Bo tried twice, but then gave up.

He began to walk out of the room and checked out with the hotel deposit slip that Zheng Yan had stuffed into the envelope along with the resignation letter.

I checked out and walked out of the hotel lobby.

The sun was blazing outside, but the sky was still bright. Under the sun-drenched sky, there are bustling street markets and weaving crowds, just like yesterday.

It's a pity that Wang Bo at this time is already a thing or a person, the girl who smiles smartly, has a fragrance, is graceful, and gently snuggles up to him, after all, can't help the torture of her inner conscience and morality, and leaves him.

"Yanzi, can't you be selfish?" Facing the bustling and lively street market in front of him, Wang Bo, who was lonely and cold in his heart, shouted.

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When I returned to the international student apartment, Chen Xiang, Wu Xue, Zhang Xinyue, and Luo Lin were stir-frying in the kitchen to prepare for lunch.

As the general manager Wang Bo usually has three meals a day and is responsible for the cleaning of his two apartments, Chen Xiang has the keys to his two apartments, in addition to breakfast, several girls will basically eat lunch and dinner at his place, even if he is not at home, several girls will go to him to open a small stove, the difference is only that when he is there, the girls will follow him to eat a big meal with no meat and meat, he is not there, although he has mentioned countless times to let a few women be polite, what you want to eat is to go to the supermarket to buy anything, buy whatever you want, buy whatever you want, buy whatever you want, but everyone is still embarrassed"Casual buying", "casual whole", usually together to fry a meat, a vegetarian soup and a "will" be done.

Of course, even if it is a meat, a vegetarian and a soup, it is much better than the big pot of rice in the canteen, whether it is taste, hygiene, or quantity.

When Chen Xiang called him this morning to ask for lunch recipes, he didn't get through after three calls, and Chen Xiang thought that Wang Bo and Zheng Yan were running errands outside and would not come back at noon.

Since Wang Bo was not there, the four girls were going to fry a pot of pork, a boiled cabbage, and a tomato and egg soup to deal with it.

Chen Xiang was a little surprised when he saw Wang Bo come back suddenly, and asked him with a smile if he had eaten lunch, Wang Bo shook his head.

"That'...... Then I'll go to the supermarket now, what do you want to eat?" said the girl and prepared to take off the apron on her body, the noon dish was too simple, she was afraid that Wang Bo would not be used to it.

Wang Bo waved his hand and asked her not to be busy, he would eat whatever they ate, he was a little hungry, and asked her to hurry up and serve the food.

So, there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping in the kitchen, and the pots and pans began to make the sound of "ping pong".

As soon as the meal came up, Wang Bo immediately began to bury his head in eating.

"Senior, why didn't you see Senior Sister Zheng?" During the meal, Rowling didn't see Zheng Yan and was a little curious.

Wang Bo didn't answer, but just gulped the rice into his mouth with chopsticks.

A few girls, you look at me, I look at you, they exchanged glances with each other, and they were still smiling, but the four smiling faces like flowers withered all at once, and there was no smile. The chatter was gone, and silence enveloped the table.

Wang Bo quickly finished the bowl of rice in his hand. Chen Xiang saw that he only shaved rice and did not pick vegetables, so he carefully put a few pieces of back pot meat into her bowl. The other three girls also began to silently help him pick up the vegetables, and then watched him mix them with the white rice, all mixed into his cheeks and bulging mouths like frogs. During this period, the careful Chen Xiang gave him another bowl of warm boiled water.

After the first bowl of rice, Chen Xiang asked if he wanted to scoop another bowl for him. Wang Bo's head moved slightly, and Chen Xiang quickly took the bowl from his hand and handed it to Zhang Xinyue, who was sitting outside, and Zhang Xinyue quickly scooped another bowl for him.

The girls didn't dare to come out, in their worried and worried eyes, Wang Bo ate the second bowl of rice exactly the same as before, burying his head, not picking vegetables, only caring about shaving rice, like a beggar who has not eaten for a few days and nights, and as if he has a grudge against the rice in the bowl, he wants to destroy it quickly.

So, the four girls had to take turns to help him pick up vegetables and carry water, and they were worried and cautious.

In this way, the second bowl of white rice was swallowed by Wang Bo like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

"Xiaobo, do you want more?" asked Chen Xiang, gesturing to take the bowl in his hand.

This time, Wang Bo shook his head and put the dishes and chopsticks in his hand on the coffee table.

"No, full. He stood up, and Rowling, who was sitting next to him, hurriedly made way for him.

Wang Bo stepped out of the sofa surrounded by several girls and walked towards the study and bedroom next door. Halfway through, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the girls who seemed to be relieved and ready to eat, and finally his eyes fell on Rowling's head.

"Rowling, please do me a favor. ”

"Ah, you say, senior. Rowling was startled and stood up suddenly.

"It doesn't matter if you find a travel agency and help me sign up for a tour group to Europe, CART, Youth Hostel or whatever. You make it clear to the tour group, I will pay the tour fee, but I don't follow the group, and I will move freely after arriving in Europe. Meet them at the airport at the end of the trip. My ID, my passport, and my money, I'll put it on my desk later. Can this be done?"

"I ...... I think I can do it, senior......" Rowling said, nervous and confused.

The rest of the women looked similar, they couldn't understand why Wang Bo went abroad and ran so far.

"Okay, thanks. If the travel agency needs any information, or needs my cooperation, you can call me directly.

"Eat slowly, all of you. I'm a little sleepy, so I'll get some sleep first. That's it. After speaking, Wang Bo turned around, shook his hand at the women who were watching him together, and walked into his bedroom.

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PS: I see that readers in the book review area have reacted to typos, from now on (I don't know if there is an end, probably there will be no more, because the golden age of online literature has passed), there will be more and more "typos" of laypeople, some are close to sound, some are close to shape, some are pinyin, and even English, symbols, ellipses...... Let your imagination run wild. Clean, no typos in Chinese are probably not visible, at least on the Internet, not on the Internet. There are too many sensitive words to avoid.

I am reminded of a sentence that Han Han said in his blog many years ago, to the effect that many years later, even the "sensitive word" itself will become a sensitive word.

But how do you express the meaning of "sensitive"? Probably "people dare", "mingan", "mingan", "mg", ...... In short, the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers.

Isn't that what I'm doing now, and the countless people who make a living from codewords?

In the past, I would carefully proofread and correct the typos in each chapter, so as not to mislead everyone and let everyone say that I did not learn the Chinese well.

Now, for some "typos", I don't have the motivation to modify them as before - anyway, what comes out in the end doesn't have to be "typos" repeatedly, and it is not very beautiful, but at least the expression is expressed, at least the correct thing becomes a garbage that I hate and annoy, and is it safe to be safe?

I hope that in my life I can still see a person who has no sensitive words, and everyone can speak freely, instead of a self-eunuch before speaking/writing, and the day when self-castration comes in order to be safe and safe......