Nine o'clock in the morning.

The entrance of Jiangzhou University.

A young man with a black coat, black trousers, and ordinary sneakers walked into the school with an anxious look on his face, and hurried into the school after paying.

"Hey, Sister Zhang, hehe, I'm at school, that, where are you?"

"Hmph, Zhang Gongzi, you are finally willing to come to school! I thought you weren't afraid. ”

"Well, I'm afraid of retaking ...... course."

"Poof, okay, Ning Ning and I are on the first floor of the library, near the east window, there is still a vacant seat on the side, it's cheap, come on!"

"Great, Sister Zhang, you are really my own sister, I'll go back to the dormitory and bring the book!"

"Hurry up, the exam will be next week, there is really not much time, Teacher Wu announced in public that someone must take the exam above 90 points, and she will let it go!"

"Forehead ......"

This young student is Zhang Jun, after receiving Zhang Liang's call, he immediately returned to the yang world from the underworld, and after returning to the Stygian Coin Factory, he took a taxi and went directly back to school.

Most of the time in college life is unrestrained and leisurely, except for a few special time periods, such as the fourth and sixth grades, the final exam month, the graduation season, etc., and Zhang Jun did not go back to school for a few months, and then he went back to school to coincide with the exam month that made no math students busy and crazy, and what was waiting for him was recognized as the most terrifying and saddest final exam in higher mathematics.

Hurriedly returned to the dormitory building, pushed open the familiar dormitory door, at this time Zhang Jun's three roommates were not there, it is estimated that they were all going to self-study to prepare for the exam, came to his desk, and quickly found the advanced mathematics textbook.

The brand-new book jacket and the unfolded pages all showed that its owner had neglected him, Zhang Jun touched his nose in embarrassment, and quickly left the dormitory and walked towards the library with this high math textbook that had never been turned over once.

It is said that students in the exam month are crazy, and as soon as he entered the library, Zhang Jun deeply felt it.

Standing at the door, looking around, on the first floor of the library, the dense human heads, the crowd of people, like a vegetable market to catch the market, the population density is really spectacular, really terrifying.

If this is thrown over a brick, I am afraid that seven or eight people can be stunned in an instant, and the huge library is about to be overcrowded.

Zhang Jun swallowed his saliva, settled down, and walked to the seating area on the east side of the library, but this short distance shocked Zhang Jun for a moment.

During this time, most of the students who come to the library are preparing for exams, think about tens of thousands of people in a school, all crowded into a period of time to review, but there are so many seats, it is certainly not guaranteed that there is one, usually it is okay, there are a lot of vacant seats, but when it comes to the exam month, tens of thousands of people come to grab seats, the scene is really full, and it is difficult to find one.

In order to grab a seat, many students lined up outside the library before dawn at five or six o'clock, and in order to protect their hard-won seats from being occupied by others, there are even more ways to occupy seats.

Walking from the entrance of the library to the east seating area, Zhang Jun saw various ways to occupy the seats.

There are people who paste white paper on the seat and write the slogan "There are people in this seat", and there are also people who put a broken pencil on the seat and paste the slogan "This seat has been occupied, those who grab the seat, don't count the killing, and end up with this pen", and there are even poor students, directly put a brick on the seat, simple and rude, convenient and efficient!

What made Zhang Jun even more speechless was that there was an empty seat, no books were placed on it, no broken pencils were placed, and no bricks were placed, but no one dared to approach, let alone sit on it, because the desk was covered with a thick layer of fucking paper, and the paper used up to wake up the snot was spread all over the desk, leaving only a small blank space in the middle, and the book "special seat for severe cold patients" was written!

When he saw this slogan, Zhang Jun felt that the whole person was not good, as if he had suffered 10,000 critical damage, his little heart was being trampled madly by a fierce god (beast) at this time, and another 100,000 gods (beasts) were screaming and surging over.

Depend on!

Niubi!

Talent!

It's all talent!

Compared with this, occupying a seat to put books, pens, and schoolbags is simply weak, breaking pencils and putting bricks is not worth mentioning, and putting paper towels together is the nirvana to occupy a seat!

There is really a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!

A mountain and a mountain high!

There is no most shameless, only more shameless!

A special seat for people with severe colds?

You want to go to heaven!

Do you want to hang like that!

Why don't you say it's (masturbation) the men's seat,

In that way, girls within a radius of several hundred meters will not dare to approach, and they will not compete for seats with you.

Or simply write, for those with diarrhea,

When the time comes, a seat within a radius of several hundred meters, uh, no,

It should be said that the entire floor of seating, and even the entire library, is yours!

Looking at these amazing, even unrepeated, slogans, Zhang Jun's face was full of black lines, and he endured the corners of his mouth twitching, thinking that he would have to stay in the library for the next ten days, and to compete for a seat with this group of talents, he instantly felt powerless when the end of the world came, and he wanted to cry without tears...