It's really unreasonable, it's such a brain-dead neuropathy that can cheat in the college entrance examination and get 700 points without reason?

Are all those examiners-eaters?

But I suddenly wanted to ask him how he cheated.

I was a little bored anyway, so I asked him, "Hey." ”

"Hey, what? Go to bed. ”

"You just eat and sleep, you're really a pig!"

"If you have something to do at night, can you do it without sleeping?"

"Hey, tell me how you cheated in the college entrance examination."

"It's okay to ask about this, why don't you ask about this? Anyway, now that the exam is over, what is there to talk about? Go to bed. ”

Where am I going to go to sleep like he said?

To be honest, I'm a bit bored.

Now think about it, those classmates should have gone to get their costumes, right?

"I don't really lose the right to military training, do I?"

"Specially approved, don't worry, what we have to do is 10,000 times more exciting than military training, and you will be happy." As he spoke, he rolled over and looked at me sideways.

I couldn't stand his gaze.

He suddenly said, "I suddenly feel that this is very good now." ”

Good fuck you're big!

It makes me feel like a psychopath.

"What's so good?"

"Now you're here, I'm here, everybody's here. Most of them are stupid, but I'm not stupid, and you're not stupid. ”

I'll go!

What does that mean?

He rolled over, as if to face the wall, "You say...... Forget it, go to sleep. You hurry to rest. ”

"You haven't even told you what you're going to do."

"Don't worry, you're cool."

Then he was silent.

Wrap me cool?

Of course, the first thing I think about is whether to go together in the middle of the night?

But I'm just a poor student, where is the money to be merry?

This is unreasonable.

Because he gave me a dagger.

And he said it was for me to defend myself.

Why do I need a dagger for self-defense?

Is it to do something a little dangerous?

So what's the matter?

I kind of can't figure it out.

So I could only look at the dagger in my hand.

Isn't this really a treasure knife that sharpens iron like clay?

So I tried to sharpen a thumbtack with it, and it actually did, and it didn't happen, and it didn't have a single chip.

I gasped.

Good guy, it can't really be a sword, right?

I guess it's worth a lot of money!

I tried to use it to cut the tab of the wardrobe, and it was cut in two!

Although I was pleasantly surprised by how sharp the dagger was, the broken tab of the wardrobe was also a bit inconvenient for my future life.

This knife is on the body, how dangerous it is!

I don't know where he got it from.

It's just that there is no sheath, which makes me even more insecure.

So I had to hide it in the closet.

If someone finds out about it, I guess I won't be able to tell what I can't say.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

"Hey, if you're bored, you can play with the computer or something, don't use a knife to slash, that knife is very sharp." He didn't turn around.

I stuck out my tongue.

This kid is obviously pretending to be asleep.

But I didn't reply to his words.

I don't have a computer myself.

But when he says he plays with the computer, he means, of course, using his computer.

So I turned on his computer.

Boot.

The desktop is terrifying, it turns out to be a ghost head.

But that obviously doesn't scare me.

Shortcuts to the desktop and several games, as well as IE recycle bin and the like, and beyond that a folder.

I looked up and he looked like he was really sleeping.

So I clicked on IE first, but what I really wanted to see was if there were any secrets in his computer.

He knows so much about me, maybe there's something unsavory in the computer, right?

So I minimized the IE window and clicked on the folder called "Demon" on the desktop.

There is only one text document in it.

The name is "Demon".

I went, and it looked mysterious.

So I clicked on it, and it was empty.

It seems that this kid originally wanted to write down something, but he didn't.

I had to turn it off and go into his hard drive.

What bored me was that there was nothing special other than a few pieces of wool in the D drive.

Of course, I can't watch the film in the open here.

Luckily, he had a shadow of death on his computer, so I clicked on it to play.

What I liked about this game was the Graveyard because it was easy to develop into Sea of Skulls.

Time passes before you know it.

This kind of game is actually quite quick to pass the time. And I've always liked to play, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get into this university.

He called me, or I would have been playing the game.

"Hey, what time is it?"

I minimized the window, and the time displayed on the computer was half past eleven.

So I replied, "It's half past eleven." ”

"Well, it's early, two more hours of sleep, and then we'll go."

"Really going?"

"Of course."

"Why should I go?"

"Of course the two of us want to go! Otherwise, why am I coming to this university? ”

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, "What the hell is it for?" ”

"You'll know then."

He slipped out of bed, "Speaking of which, the lottery has also been drawn, why don't you see if you have won five million?" If you win, you'll get half of me. He turned on the lights as he spoke.

How can it be so easy to hit five million?

But it's right to have a glimmer of hope in your heart.

I took out my ticket.

The first four sets of numbers were chosen by me, and the last set was chosen by him.

The one he chose was only half of him.

I typed the URL into Internet Explorer, but he had already reached out and picked up the lottery ticket at this time, and said slowly: "Look, won't you?" ”

Well?

I look at the computer, and then I look at the lottery.

Am I dazzled?

Or is there really a hallucination in front of my eyes?

I've never even won five dollars before, how can I really win five million now?

And it's so good that it's really the set of numbers he chose?

He can't really be a god, right?

He doesn't really know everything, does he?

I shook my head.

I really read that right.

It's really that set of numbers.

I'm still a little unconscious, though.

This guy also looks a little unconscious, because he's tearing up that lottery ticket.

I was carried away by the great joy of winning the lottery, so I didn't react.

He tore the ticket in half, handed me half of it, and said, "No, you half, I'll half, say okay." ”

I nodded, and took the half of the ticket, "Half for one person...... Wait a minute...... What are you doing! ”

I jumped.

Five million!

My five million!

He was torn up like this!

Can a ticket torn in half still be claimed?

I wish I had that dagger in my hand, and then I could cut his hand off with one slash!

Is he brain-dead or what's wrong?

He was still laughing there, "One person and half, I have already said it." ”

"You...... What the fuck are you going to do with that? ”

He laughed and said, "Money is like a cloud to me." What's the matter? As he spoke, he tore half of his half to shreds.

I now hope that it is he who will be reduced to pieces.

I want to tear him alive.

It's just that I have to be calm.

You can't get angry.

It's just that my heart is beating so fast?

"Neurotic!" Then I turned around and walked back to my seat.

Fuck, for no reason! How did he buy it all at once? It seems that he knew what number he would open from the beginning!

The guy didn't think it was big enough, and said, "Since there is still some time, why don't we discuss the next action." ”

"Get out!"

In fact, this set of numbers was chosen by him, and it doesn't matter if he tore it up.

At this time, I can't help but admire my greatness, and I can even think of such a thing.

"I said, big brother, can you stop thinking about the five million? That's not money you can take. ”

"Why can't I take it? You don't want me to ask for it! ”

"You're going to die!"

"Why don't you die! Take the bonus, how can I die? ”

He pulled his chair closer to me, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, to put it simply, you won five million, and then you can't sleep all night, and then you're going to claim the prize tomorrow, and of course you'll wear a mask and take a picture or something, and then, with your character, you'll definitely be in the bank, and you'll be the first to notify your dad, isn't it?" ”

"Of course."

"So then you're going to die."

"You're going to die. Tell me, why did I tell my dad that I was going to die? ”

"The process, it should be like this, your dad heard that you won five million, and you cashed out four million, of course he was quite happy, he is a steady person, of course he will not go around publicizing."

"So I don't see even the slightest danger."

"Yes, there's not the slightest danger on your father's side. I'm talking about you're going to die, boss. You think, with your character, with these four million, you must buy something, right? ”

"Of course, the mobile phone will definitely be replaced, and the computer will definitely be bought."

"So you're going to die!"

"What the fuck are you doing with logic!"

"Anyway, you trust me. If I can buy you five million, it proves that I am not an ordinary person, and then it proves that what I am saying is right. If you really want to claim the prize, you will die on the way to buy a computer; or die on your phone; Or in your dad's inconsequential words, or ......"

"Are you fucking finished? Have you been cursing me to death? Forget it, I won't talk to you, anyway, the money is gone, my life is still there, and I went to sleep! ”

I almost collapsed.

But I'm going to hold on.

"Hey, don't sleep, we'll be on the move in an hour. What else to sleep, let's discuss our first action. ”

I couldn't help but follow his train of thought again.

This guy was able to buy five million, and it looked like it was effortless, and he said that if I went to claim the prize, then I would die. What the hell is he trying to do?

What exactly is the so-called action?

And it's going to be in the middle of the night?

Even if no one explained it to me, I knew that in the middle of the night, the door of the dormitory building would have been closed a long time ago, so how could I get out?

And it's still the kind of action of "wrapping me up".

I couldn't help but be interested again, so I asked, "What kind of action?" ”

He chuckled, then pulled out his notebook.

"Look at it."

I took his notebook, and I threw it over, "Holy! Claim a prize and you say I'm going to die, fuck, this action won't die? Die faster, right?! ”

http://h5.17k.com/inc/fragment/1/3671.html

The summer benefits have been upgraded again, and a large number of works can be read for free!