() It's a dark and windy night again.

The old man, who was as thin as a dried corpse, walked alone in the corridor of the School of Information Engineering, the dim and gloomy light mixed with the cold white moonlight sprinkled on the corridor less than two meters wide, and the early autumn wind swept through the trees and made a rustling sound, accompanied by the moaning of summer insects, echoing the sound of footsteps.

The lights in the last study room were extinguished, and darkness instantly engulfed the concrete-clad building, and the old man's old-fashioned flashlight flickered faintly like phosphorus fire. The dry human body, dragging the gray and white figure stretched by the moonlight, disappeared into the darkness with the sound of footsteps under the guidance of a green ghostlight flashlight, and the eerie silence came like cháo water......

Not long after the old man left, two ghostly figures appeared outside the gate of the School of Information Engineering, "squeak", the steel gate in the darkness like an abyss of blood opened faintly, a figure "swished" into it, and another figure disappeared into the darkness, a pair of sharp eyes scanned the surrounding darkness slightly reflected by the moonlight.

Five minutes later, the figure slipped out nimbly.

"Okay, no?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

After a brief conversation, the two shadows disappeared into the darkness like ghosts.

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In the early morning, when Huang Hao was still flowing with halazi, wantonly and lightly slighted the beauty in his dreams, the information columns of the major colleges were boiling like boiling water, and a group of people were talking around the 6 square meter iron fence, and the expressions of contempt, appreciation, sympathy, and joke hung on the faces of the animals.

"What is so appealing?" Outside the gate of the grammar school, a small girl saw the lively crowd in front of the information board and said curiously to the girl next to her, "Let's go and see it too." ”

"Yes." The girl next to her nodded.

The two girls quickened their pace, and it was only when they got close that they figured out what had caused the people to stop. I saw that the zhōngyāng in the information column had this short article:

Send Fasis back to his hometown

Girl! Six days ago, at half past eight o'clock, I saw you in the first canteen, at that time I was chewing the sausage in the fried rice, you are so beautiful, so beautiful that I can eat the taste of "koutiao" from the sausage, and the oily mouth was suddenly flooded by the flood cháo of Harazi, and it was not only my mouth that burst the embankment, but also my pure heart.

What does it feel like to be windy? It's not the heroism of running naked, but the emotion of countless nights like a wild cat, the wind sāo is easy for people to fall, the steel jīng city wall that has been held for 20 years is so lightly turned into ashes by your pink bomb, you are so ruthless that you don't even leave a brick for self-defense, my heart is soon occupied by that hot love, you are a domineering invader.

Fascism is a thing of the past, but our generation must not forget the humiliation of the people of the occupied areas, and they must fight, resist, regain the lost territory, and send the invaders back to their homeland.

But unfortunately, I don't know where your home is as an invader, or even your name, but I know that you are a girl with a beautiful face, and you enjoyed an equally beautiful bowl of hot and sour noodles on that beautiful night. The proletarian revolutionaries of the older generation once warned us that struggle must be directed and that a revolution without classes is not a real revolution.

So, Niu'er, bravely jump out, accept my challenge, and let me drive you out of my territory and send you back to your hometown through the revolutionary struggle of Guò.

(This girl is about 170 tall, slender, looks like Guan Zhilin, I hope that revolutionary colleagues with relevant information will provide news, there will be heavy thanks, contact number: 1372XXXXXXX.) If you call, please use the prompt: Heavenly King Gaidi Tiger. I'll confirm with the "Pagoda Earthquake River Demon". ）

It turned out that since Huang Hao fell in love with "Guan Zhilin" at first sight, he had no taste and couldn't sleep at night, and he was extremely painful, so he wandered between major colleges for a long time, hoping to meet this beauty again, to appeal to the intestinal sleeve almost Lala relationship, looking for opportunities to deal with it, but the two of them were like the same xìng magnet, and they didn't have a photo for a few days. After squatting in the first canteen for a day to no avail, Huang Hao was very depressed, poured a bottle of liquor and wrote this article "Send the Fascists Back to Their Hometown", and copied it several times on a large pair of paper with colored pens, and then quietly pasted it on the information board of each college when there was no one at night, dreaming of one day being able to find the little beauty who made her soul fly out of the sky.

After reading it, the little girl smiled and swayed, and pulled the woman next to her out of the crowd.

"Wang Jing, you are getting more and more attractive, look at this man." Away from the crowd, the little girl quipped.

"What do you say? Who am I obsessed with? The girl named Wang Jing had a puzzled expression.

"Don't you think you're the one that kid is looking for?"

"Xiaodou, your imagination is getting richer and richer."

"But you're pretty close to what he described." Xiaodou frowned, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Yes, that night a few days ago, we watched the film late, and went to a canteen to eat. "What man? Why didn't I see it? ”

'Hehe, I saw it, and to be honest, the man looked pretty good in addition to being a little idiot. ”

"I like it, or I'll go over and copy his phone number and give it to you." Wang Jing said very windy.

"Hmph, you dare to tease Miss Ben?" The little girl said angrily, "I'm going to call that kid and ask his pagoda to take you away." ”

"I'm afraid of you, you better not make trouble for me." Wang Jing begged for mercy.

"Is it okay to be afraid? Two "cute", less than half are not to be discussed. Bean tilted his head and pouted.

"Deal."

The two little women, after simply completing the transaction, walked happily to the classroom.

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At 11 o'clock, Huang Hao's dream was at a critical moment, and a melodious phone rang from under the pillow.

"Hey." Huang Hao took out the phone and pressed the answer button extremely impatiently.

"The Heavenly King Covers the Tiger."

As soon as he heard these five words, Huang Hao sat up from the bed with a "sigh", and the god of jīng was instantly excited to the peak.

"Pagoda Earthquake River Demon, brother, you have news." Huang Hao said excitedly.

"There is no news, that is, brother, your literary talent is good, I want to discuss literature with you, I am from the Chinese department."

"Get out!" After hearing this, Huang Hao's anger instantly drowned out the excitement and soared to the peak, he hung up the phone with a roar, and said to himself: "Nǎinǎi ball, how can people be shameless to such a state these days." ”

In the next hour, Huang Hao received countless phone calls, but none of them talked about the topics he cared about, so he turned off his mobile phone and pulled a ticket of livestock to the cafeteria.

"See what's on the board? Windy man, ah......"

"There are really shameless people, this kid and Sister Furong are really a natural pair......"

"Guan Zhilin, why didn't I find such a beauty. If there really is such a beauty, it will be the turn of that kid......"

"The article is very vividly written, but the moral is not deep enough, and if you can develop the argument and the plot, you should still be able to score 80 points......"

Along the way, his ears were filled with all kinds of slamming sounds, Huang Hao chewed two mouthfuls of food, ignored the surprised eyes of the animals, and left the canteen in a panic.

"Didn't I just write a sour article, didn't I just want to pursue love, didn't I just sway a little bit of the wind a little bit, as for it?" Huang Hao raised his middle finger countless times in his heart, and took a good look at some gentleman-like college animals.

Being depressed is going to be depressed after all, but Yao Dong's class still has to be taken after all.

Who is Yao Dong? is the 68-year-old antique teacher who is still struggling on the front line of education, referred to as Yao Dong.

Yao Dong took the 13th class of Ma Zhe class when he was a freshman, and this old man has a fashionable nickname called "three points", of course, these three points are not the three important parts of the woman that are full of temptation, but this old man in order to prevent someone from skipping class, a class is just three times, for the college cattle, this is indeed a very unfortunate thing, but unfortunately the first Deng class in the sophomore year, the animals of the 13th class once again had close contact with this obscene old man.

"Something very unusual happened today." Yao Dong said angrily after the roll call, "Just this morning, someone posted a love letter to the information board of the college, which is an act of blatant confrontation with social values, and this is an act that challenges morality and morality. As a college student with a high moral outlook, we should get rid of such low-grade tastes and ......"

Yao Dong spittled and interpreted his social values, moral ethics, only listened to the yawning of all living beings, nodded more than once, but had to carry forward the Chinese national style of respecting the old and loving the young, and forcibly stopped the jīng god to listen to the teachings "seriously", this is simply a kind of soul and ** destruction, countless animals raised their middle fingers under the table, of course, this group of animals includes Huang Hao, but he has 3 more middle fingers than other animals, if even the toes are counted.

It was only when the bell rang for the end of class that this great pioneer stopped his gushing education of revolutionary ideas.

When Huang Hao returned to the dormitory, he only felt that his head was "booming" like being hit hard. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "This guy's Buddha Zen roar magic skill is simply a slow xìng poison, more powerful than the invincible lion's roar of the square, and the old ghost is hotter than the little ghost." Thinking about it, Huang Hao turned on his phone, looking forward to the unexpected harvest to soothe his wounded heart.

After waiting for a long time and not seeing any response to the phone, Huang Hao shook his head helplessly, threw the phone aside, and went to play the game by himself.

Half an hour later, the mobile phone rang melodiously, Huang Hao grabbed it, saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and his excitement rose again, completely leaving those sāo disturbing phone incidents behind, he seemed to have a hunch that this was a call that could shock himself.

"Hey! Hello. Huang Hao said softly.

"Heavenly King Gaidihu, I want to meet you."

A pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone......

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