After the cube left the dormitory, I noticed that the room that had felt unusually crowded suddenly became empty. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are no cheerful notes in the air, and all that remains of the dry air is PM2.5.

I'm not a big talker, and the money manager is also obsessed with studying, and I don't speak as much in a day as I speak Korean.

After nearly half a month in such a boring and boring life, the new roommate who had been mentioned by the front desk teacher appeared.

This newcomer is the kind of person who thinks he won't know at first sight.

Ogawa has a standard hairy hair, and on the day they first met, he wore a sky blue T-shirt with watermelon Taro printed on it, which looked like a perfect match for this unusually hot summer.

The money shopkeeper was not at home that day, and I was able to survive on land. Writing and writing novels, several big men in white sweatshirts entered the room in a hurry.

I was a little dumbfounded, wondering whether I was going to kill people and set fires or rob money and lust at night.

As a result, those big men ignored me at all, carrying the bedding and covering the computer, the basin and toothbrush came in, and they were rude to clean up the spare beds.

Then, moments later, a desktop computer appeared on another spare table, and a mattress was made on the bed with a mosquito net.

Later, a boy in a blue T-shirt walked in and greeted me, who was huddled to the side.

I asked him, are you new here? What's your name, how old are you, and where are you coming from?

He said that his name was Ogawa and that he had come to Tokyo from Jinan.

Ogawa was the same age as me, but in a different direction than I was going, I went northeast and he went further northeast.

"Great, my brother, you also installed a computer." I looked back at the computer, and it was clean and tidy, and the sound of the engine was like human breathing.

"Buying a computer is also convenient for doing things." Xiao Chuan looked at me expressionlessly, and I felt as if my hot face was sticking to the cold... That's what.

I just let out a sigh and went back to my desk to finish the rest of the work.

Later, it was about eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and Ogawa asked me if I was going to eat.

I said sure, I haven't eaten.

Xiao Chuan nodded and took me directly to the noodle restaurant.

I know the taste of this noodle restaurant from other people's stories, but I've never been here before.

Xiao Chuan had obviously been here, so he found a place to sit and asked for a bottle of iced tea and a bowl of beef noodles in clear soup.

I didn't know what to eat, so I asked for the same one.

While waiting for the meeting, I talked to Ogawa for a few words, but Ogawa just replied that he didn't take the following meaning.

I felt that he was not rude, but that he was very little truthful.

The noodles came up, half a bowl of clear soup topped with chopped green onions, and a few slices of beef floating silly on top.

The taste is a bit sorry for what people have said about it, but it reminds me of the oily noodles I had eaten before.

Oily noodles... I will be able to eat it again in a few months.

Ogawa only said a few words before burying in the heat of the noodle soup.

I think he's a cold guy.

Even the next morning a Doraemon cartoon appeared on his computer.

I still think he's cold.