When I was a freshman, there were eight people in our dorm. We all come from different places, and we all wander in our own world during the day and meet at night.

There's a World of Warcraft superplayer who sleeps in the lower bunk of the bed by the window. He usually doesn't talk much, and he is often seen in a daze, sitting on the bed with his feet on the beam of the table, eating twist flowers, staring at the table legs, not knowing what is deep in his head.

He often goes to Internet cafes, and when he doesn't have classes, he almost always spends his days there, because he has a hobby, which is to play World of Warcraft. He's said to have become one with the game, which may be the reason why he doesn't like to communicate with us very much, and we are not very interested in the game.

One day, before dawn, we were all asleep. I heard a scream in my dream, I was so frightened that I immediately sat up, and I was not the only one who was awakened, except for "Mr. Wolong" in the dormitory, who was still sleeping soundly, everyone else sat on the bed in surprise. The Warcraft player's face was flushed, his hands were raised, as if he was holding some weapon, and his mouth was open in pain. It turned out that the Warcraft player was obsessed, maybe he had a nightmare, dreaming that he and Warcraft were deciding!

Looking at our stunned eyes, the Warcraft player glanced at us impatiently and fell asleep in bed, we smiled mysteriously at each other, and then continued to catch up on sleep.

Sleeping on the top bunk of the Warcraft player is a big brother-level figure, who is the only party member in the class. When he was a freshman, he was already a master of love, and within a few weeks of school, he had already captured a beautiful girl in our class, so we had to quietly praise his flirting skills. He is in love, and he is much busier than our single dogs in a day, and often lives in the sweet world of the two of them. I've never dreamed of living his sweet life.

The temperament of the eldest brother is innate, this love master has such a temperament, to be honest, every time he said a word, the classmates together were very serious in talking, he often ridiculed others, but we think he ridiculed very artistically. In the dormitory, he often wears a headset and maintains communication with his girlfriend at any time, so we are generally gentlemanly in the dormitory, after all, there is a beautiful female classmate on the other end of the headset, and the female classmate is surrounded by a group of female classmates.

It is worth mentioning that "Mr. Wolong" brought us a lot of happiness.

Where does the title of Mr. Wolong come from?

This classmate rarely gets out of bed for a semester and often lies down on the bed to read e-books, so we call him "Mr. Wolong". Mr. Wolong was treated unfairly in the dormitory, and most people did not want to associate with him, I was a farmer, and I often had some dealings with him. Encountering such misfortune has a lot to do with his style.

He openly announced that he would not fetch water from the kettle in the dormitory, for a very direct reason, that is, because he would not wash his feet. This alone has disgusted the people in the dormitory, and of course, he has really fulfilled his promise and hardly washes his feet for a semester, which has exacerbated everyone's disgust with him.

Mr. Wolong also likes to snore, we all have to go to bed before he falls asleep, otherwise it will keep you awake at night, I have had insomnia a few times, and I have indeed seen the snoring in the second half of the night, and the snoring is like thunder.

Once, the donkey sleeping on his lower bunk cleverly designed a lot of mechanisms in order to interrupt Mr. Wolong's snoring in time, but when the snoring came and went, the mechanisms all failed. The coquettish man who slept on my lower bunk simply picked up his slippers and threw them on, which stopped Mr. Wolong's snoring.

The next day, Mr. Wolong woke up happily, he greeted me with a smile, and then turned to pick up his e-book, he saw a slipper lying horizontally under his pillow, his face changed suddenly, and he scolded in his authentic hometown dialect: Malegobi, whose slippers are?

There is also a singer in the dormitory, who often has a pair of headphones in his ears and an mp3 in his pocket, singing the most popular hits from time to time, and he has a soft spot for Cantonese songs. When the dormitory was less crowded, he would sing loudly, saying that he had injured his leg, so he rarely went out to play, perhaps for fear of injuring it again.

The god of song and the slut on his upper bunk are a pair of happy enemies, often hear them scolding each other, and they come to the real thing, and start scolding each other, after scolding for a while, the god of song first admits defeat, and then everyone sleeps.

I haven't figured out why I call him a "slut"?

Maybe it's because there are secrets that I don't know, others call him a slut, I'm embarrassed not to call him, but sometimes he calls him a slut and he's in a hurry with me, and later, I don't know how I should call him good.

Once the slut didn't know where to make a bottle of liquor, there were few people in the dormitory, he asked me to drink with him, although our relationship is not very iron, but it is not very bad. I had a drink with him, and within a few minutes I felt groggy and didn't dare to drink more. I've never seen a slut drinking, but he drank a bottle of liquor in one go, and the key thing is not to see how bad his mood is, but he looks a little happy. This may also be the origin of the title of "slut"!

When I think back to that time, I feel very good. Maybe we had some unhappiness or little awkwardness at the time, but now I think about it again, it's all some of the past, and the most important thing is that we are destined to get together.

That year, a full decade has passed.