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I washed up in the water room, went back to the dormitory, and went to sleep alone without chatting with them at night. The next day, it was another full day of classes, and I basically sat in the last seat. The neck was a little better, but I still didn't dare to turn it too much. Ever since Anna gave me a hint, I've basically given up on her. When I went to college, I didn't have the energy to chase girls in high school, or maybe I didn't meet the girl I liked.

In the afternoon computer class, Anna gave me another message, I opened it and said that the general meaning was not to deliberately avoid me, but to be friends or something like that. This your mother, do you want me to be your spare tire, now who in our department doesn't know that Ah Kuan is chasing her. During this time, Anna Big Mouth and Pugou Ah Kuan were often 4 people together, eating in the cafeteria at noon, and they had seen them countless times. I thought about it, I didn't reply to her, and I was not in the mood to talk to her today.

At night, I listened to the stereo in the dormitory, and a few of them were playing poker, and I was lying in bed listening to the music. Boar played poker for a while and lost, so he turned up the loudest speaker and turned the two speakers towards the C playground. I could feel the vibrating of the horn in my bedroom, and the boar roared loudly along with the horn, singing his favorite breakpoint. After yelling for 1o minutes, someone from the 3rd floor of our department came up.

The tiger took the lead, and a few of them were relatively mixed. When they entered our dormitory, they scolded the boar and told him to stop singing, but the boar ignored them and continued to roar. This group of people got into trouble with wild boars, and seeing them make such a fuss, it feels like wild boars are really mixed up, and basically there are no wild boars in our department who don't know them. Enough of the fuss, everyone sat down and chatted. At this time, a boy on the third floor asked the wild boar: Which one of you was beaten by the student union?

The wild boar was a little embarrassed and said: Damn, I forgot, I will find an alcoholic later, and he also said that he wants the student union to lose money. Wild boar is diverting the topic, I'm really helpless, the story of me being beaten by the student union has basically spread out, and everyone basically knows about it. I sat up from the bed and shouted: Me. They all looked at it and began to ask about the beating yesterday. People just listened to it out of curiosity, and it was completely a joke, and I couldn't help but talk about this situation, so I simply talked about it.

After listening to it, they also symbolically said: Next time these three people come to our department again, we have to kill them. I smirked and didn't speak. It's a bad thing, and now basically no one doesn't know that I was beaten by the student union. The group chatted until the lights went out in our dormitory, and the wild boars followed them down to the third floor to play in their dormitory. At night, everyone was asleep and there was a knock on the door.

Since the wild boar didn't come back, the door was not locked, and it seemed that Xiao Li shouted: The door is not locked. I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes, rolled over, and continued to sleep. At this time, someone suddenly patted me, I thought it was a wild boar, so I said very impatiently: I am annoyed, I want to sleep. Usually the wild boar will make me very cheap before I go to sleep, so no matter how I scold him, he is still so cheap.

This time the wild boar didn't bother me, just said: Hey! Get up and come downstairs with me. I ignored him, and after a while, he slapped me again and said the same thing. When I heard it this time, something was wrong, it wasn't the sound of a wild boar. I immediately turned around and opened my eyes, it was an unfamiliar face, not too unfamiliar, it should be a freshman in our department. I sat up slowly and asked, "Who are you, what are you looking for me?" And he said, They told thee to come downstairs, and the wild boars of your bed are drinking in our dormitories, and they are looking for you to do something.

I looked at him, and I didn't know what was going on, so I asked him, "Which one are you sleeping with?" He said, "The drunkard's bedroom." When I heard that it was a drunkard's dormitory, I didn't want to go, but I couldn't help it. I got up, put on slippers, put on a dress, and followed him downstairs with only underwear. I thought that the drunkard might come to me to ask about the student council, but if there was anything to say in the middle of the night, I really regretted it, so I shouldn't let the wild boar follow.

Going down to the 3rd floor, I asked the man who led the way: What time is it? He said: It's past 12 o'clock. Damn, it's past 12 o'clock, this group of people doesn't sleep, what kind of wine are they drinking, I'm really speechless. The drunkard's dormitory was at the end of the 3rd floor, and as soon as I got to the door, I smelled of liquor. Why don't you nickname him a drunkard? After entering the drunkard's dormitory, I saw that they had wax lit in their dormitory, and they were drinking with wax at that time, and many dormitories in our school did this.

There were more than 1o people sitting in the drunkard's bedroom, and wild boars were also there. The drunkard saw me coming, and beckoned me to sit beside him. It's really annoying to see him drunk and command me like a boss. I have so much experience, of course I know, I can't mess with him now, now that he has drunk so much wine, if he can't say a word, he will probably be able to turn his face. I sat down, and the boar sat across from me, smoking and looking at the drunkard.

As in our dormitory, in the middle of the bed is an 8-person desk. There are candles, wine, and snacks like peanuts on the desk. I glanced at the boar and fixed my eyes on the long table. At this time, the drunkard suddenly slapped me on the face and said, "Look at me, I have something to tell you." When it was said that it was slapped in the face, it felt like it was slapping me. In this situation, a quarter of the thoughts in my heart are to take the initiative to soar, and then fight to the death with the drunkard, at least the wild boar will sit here and will help me.

But the other three-quarters of the sensation still dominated my thoughts, and I thought it was just a slap on me, not a slap on me. I turned my head to look at the drunkard, who glared at me and said, "Don't you know me?" Me, huh? I already felt that he was now asking me for trouble. The drunkard's face was very close to my face, and the mouth was full of wine, and I was disgusted and wanted to vomit. The drunkard slapped me in the face again and said, "What are you?" When I ask you, do you know me? I smiled wryly, and although I recognize it now, I can't be too shrugger, so many people are looking at me.

I said, "What do you mean, ask me why do you do this?" Can I not know you? Aren't you the boss of our freshman year? The tone of my sentence is very hummed in the front, and there is a shrug in the back. The drunkard suddenly grabbed my head and slammed it down. As soon as I reacted, I didn't know what he was going to do, so I raised my head vigorously, grabbed his arm with my hand, and said, "Don't touch me." Then I also heard the wild boar say, "What are you doing, drunkard?"

The drunkard grabbed my head and dragged it to the table, and then I felt a headache. The kid grabbed a bottle of liquor from his desk and smashed it down on my head. I went crazy and tried to push him away, but it was too late, and I was hit on the head several times in a row. I fainted instantly, not fainting, but semi-fainting. Then I felt like 3-4 people were beating me, but I could still hear the boars screaming for fighting.

If you keep beating me like this for half a minute, my head will be filled with blood in addition to wine. Later, it was the wild boar and the tiger that pulled the drunkard away, and it was pulling, not beating. The wild boar did not help me fight, but pulled the fight on the side. The tiger and the wild boar have a good relationship, and we are also the kind who can greet each other, because he often comes to our dormitory and has helped me fight Ah Kuan, so he and the wild boar will help me fight tonight.

I was beaten to the ground and lay down, my eyes were almost unable to open, and I was kicked several times, and there was liquor still in my eyes. I watched them half-open, and the boar roared at the drunkard and said some nonsense, and I didn't listen carefully. I thought to myself, it's useless for you to yell, I remember, you didn't help me tonight. Gradually, everyone stopped, and the wild boar and the tiger lifted me up from the ground.

Then the drunkard came up to me again, pointed at me and said, "Know me this time!" Later, if I go to your bedroom, look at me with squinted eyes, and talk to me with that attitude, I'll cut you, believe it or not. I didn't speak, and the roots of my teeth hurt at the time. The boar and the tiger wanted to take me out, but the drunkard grabbed the boar at once, and came up to me and said, "I sue you, if you hadn't interceded with the boar tonight, I would have really cut you, and the knife would have been on the bed." So saying, he walked over to his bedside, drew a machete from under the sheet, and brought it to me.

I know what the drunkard means, and I mean, let me not blame the wild boar, it's not the wild boar that sells me, but the wild boar helps me intercede, or I will die worse today. I looked at the machete in his hand, still the same as before, and didn't speak. The wild boar cried on the side: Okay, I'll tell you, you're okay! As he spoke, he pushed the drunkard away and helped me out of the drunkard's bedroom, and the tiger came out after the two of us.

After coming out, the tiger said: "You have to go to the hospital, wild boar, you take Huang Zhong downstairs, tell the old man to open the door, and I will go back to my bedroom to get him a pair of pants and shoes." My slippers were gone, my feet were barefoot, my lower body was covered in blood, and my pants were covered in blood from my head. The boar helped me downstairs, then woke up the old man and opened the door for us. The old man didn't ask much, and he knew that I was beaten by looking at my pitiful appearance.

Tiger came down with his pants and shoes and put them on for me, and then the three of us went out of the dormitory building to the gate of Section C. I was like that, and I climbed through the gate of Block C. The boar took off his clothes and wrapped them around my head for fear of tetanus. The three of us trotted all the way to see if we could stop a motorcycle. In the end, I ran all the way to the health center near the school building, but I didn't see a motorcycle. The clinic is 24 hours a day, which is not bad, and after I entered, the nurse inside helped me bandage it briefly.

When I was bandaging, the wild boar ran out to stop the car, because I had to get stitches, and I had to get stitches, so I had to get stitches, and the health center could get stitches, but my mouth was too big, so I had to go to the hospital for stitches. After about 2o minutes in the house, the boar stopped a motorcycle outside and came back. It was nice to have motorbikes, and the road leading to our school at that time sometimes didn't even have a car at night.

The three of us got on the motorbikes and drove towards where we could get a taxi. In the middle of the night, riding a motorcycle, it felt really refreshing, and it was cold. I was wearing so little and I was so badly injured that I didn't know where I got my spirit. At that time, motorcycles were estimated to be able to drive around 12o, because there was not a single car on the entire road. Anyway, when he got out of the car, the motorcycle driver said that he had just stepped on the accelerator to the end, and he said that his car could drive up to 12o, so we were at the limit at that time.

What is the concept of motorcycle 12o, is the feeling of flying. It was the coolest ride on a motorcycle in my life!