The scene of the first day of school for new students is extremely spectacular, full of people inside and out, and even the streets that are usually the least bustling and bustling are now full of traffic. And the most infuriating thing is that even the uncle of the sun in the sky has to follow and give full play to its light in a timely manner, alas, the days are indeed going to change somewhat.......

Malt looked at everything unfamiliar around with interest, as if everything was shining especially under the light of Uncle Sun, and glanced to the side with his spare eyes, the dilapidated suitcase was easily lifted by one of his hands.

"There's a freshman dormitory in front of you!" His tone was too ordinary, even a little stiff, and he dragged a book in his other hand, the name of which was faintly visible from the side, and then the worn suitcase was lowered by him, and it creaked on the ground.

Malt crouched down excitedly, tilted his head sideways to reconfirm the name of the book in his hand, and then suddenly jumped up again, as if he had discovered a new continent, his eyes flashing with light.

"Is the book you're reading The Great Gatsby? Then you must know Francis Scott Kee Fitzgerald, right? He was a 20th-century American writer and screenwriter, and I love him! It's a pity that he later went insane and profligate and caused great pain, and he was only 44 years old when he died, and he never heard of his books again! He said with a tone of regret.

But it was obvious that the person holding the book in his hand seemed to want to leave, and "you arrived" could once again feel the indifference coming from this voice, as if it could produce a cold air that spread to the surroundings, in stark contrast to the hot sun.

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked forward, as if even his back had a unique indifferent aura, and it was difficult for people to approach easily.

"Hey! Wait, you haven't told me your name yet! Malt shouted at the indifferent back.

The fiery sun baked everything around it into a golden sparkle, and occasionally glanced at the scenery next to it and felt a little dazzling, accompanied by the breeze The willow tree gently swayed its figure, as if time had stood still, and only the indifferent back was still moving forward.

What Malt didn't expect was that even his own enthusiastic words, he actually pretended not to hear it! It's so hateful! (If you change to yourself more than ten years later, I'm afraid I won't be so interested in a person, I will only feel that it is very inappropriate to do so), but! This is more than ten years ago, according to Malt's hot character, if someone deliberately ignores himself, then he must be "good-looking".

So he put aside the worn-out suitcase, made himself ready to start, rushed towards the indifferent back, suddenly stopped in front of him, and stretched out his arms to block his way.

The boy stopped, but even though he didn't say anything, he could already feel the gloom of the atmosphere from his indifferent eyes.

Seeing the indifferent eyes, Mai Mu did not have the slightest fear, slowly raised his head, and made a big smile, "That........ You haven't told me your name yet."

Maybe the reason for the pause was that he was a little shy when he suddenly raised his head.

"Why?" He said lightly.

Although I didn't know why I asked his name before that, maybe it was because of the book "The Great Gatsby". Malt's favorite thing to read in high school was this book, on the surface, maybe the story is not too fascinating, but if you combine it with the American social background at the time, you can find the greatness of Fitzgerald's work. That's exactly what Malt admires for Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, and when someone reads the same book as herself, the interest is aroused.

But Malt didn't say so, but was a little nervous, and said with a smile: "Because you helped me carry my luggage, I will also find a chance to repay you in the future, after all, I am also a person who knows how to repay gratitude" Maybe this reason is a bit far-fetched, maybe this reason is not convincing.

"No," he said in a flat tone, as if nothing could be called a view in his eyes.

He was going to go around and leave.

As long as he takes a step in either direction, Malt will definitely follow, the person in front of him is so indifferent, how did he survive before, don't he have any friends? Maybe such a person can't even stand his friends, Malt kept sighing in his heart, but he still felt extremely curious about the boy in front of him......

He finally stopped, and his grim eyes turned, "What the hell do you want?"

Malt swallowed his saliva, and couldn't answer for a while, but one hand took out the mobile phone in his pocket, the shell of the mobile phone was made of a pink and tender plush doll, and one hand was still a little unable to hold it, so he quickly unlocked the mobile phone screen, turned on the camera, followed by "click", nodded, and said with a smile: "It's done!" ”。

When he heard this voice, he immediately became very alert, "What do you want?"

Malt immediately tilted her head up, gave him a big smile, and held up the pink and tender plush doll (the detail is: the phone screen was closed).

"You'll have to tell me your name, or where will I find you?" Malt's voice was soft and sweet, a boy who had never made himself so curious before.

In his own expectation, the boy in front of him will definitely tell him his name, and then the two of them will begin to know each other, maybe he is an interesting person, well, the person who can watch "The Great Gatsby" must not be far behind, Malt anticipates the picture that will happen in his heart.

But reality is often different from imagination, he turned around, changed directions and left, but did not continue to say anything.

Malt was extremely surprised when he saw this move, could it be that this is how he treats other people's enthusiasm? No, before that, I had never been treated like this, not before, and not in the future (although after more than ten years, I have completely changed my personality from now).

So he chased after him again, held up the pink doll and shook it in the air, "If you don't tell me your name, I'll take your photo and look for it from department to department, I won't believe it!" "The pictures stored in the mobile phone instantly feel like I have confidence in my heart.

When he heard these words, the boy suddenly stopped, and still didn't say anything, but it seemed that he was a little unhappy from the cold eyes.

Malt jumped to his side, "If you don't speak, I'll take you by default, give me a week, I'll definitely be able to find you, and we'll see!" "I didn't expect this person to say anything, well, in that case, a week's time, if you want to find someone, it's enough!

Mai Mai didn't react when he saw the boy, so he turned around and wanted to pick up the dilapidated suitcase that had just fallen, but suddenly heard his voice coming from behind him: "Mangni".

Turning his head in surprise, the suitcase that had just floated fell to the ground again, but that was no longer Malt's focus.

"Is mango ~ nitrate ~ mango mango? Which major is that senior? Malt looked at him expectantly.

I saw that his eyes were a little helpless, but he still said, "Computer, is there anything else?" ”。

Malt was a little surprised that a computer student would read a book by Francis Scott Kee Fitzgerald, which was very interesting to think about, so he put his hands next to his mouth and shouted: "My name is Malt, I am Maltose Malt, and I study art!" ”。

He turned and left......

Malt then added: "Don't forget me! "Well, he still didn't have any reaction, there could be such an indifferent person in this world, but the person who can read Francis Scott Kee Fitzgerald's book must be an interesting soul.

After he left, Malt picked up his worn-out suitcase and kept moving towards the dormitory.

It's a new environment, even the surrounding walls are freshly painted, and occasionally when you touch the walls with your hands, there will be some white fuel sticking, huh..... Is this really good? Or is it not good?

Finally, he dragged up the dilapidated suitcase with all his might, and finally found the innermost dormitory according to the dormitory room number written on the report sheet.

"This is it, I have to put things in first, and then I want a good meal, I'm starving....." Malt let out a wail in his mouth, but the voice was very small, everyone was not familiar with it at this time, if it made such a strange sound, maybe everyone would look at it with strange eyes.....

Push open the door of the dormitory, inside is a standard six-person room, there are a total of three bunk beds, but the placement is also unusually neat (maybe they came early, so they haven't arrived yet, and things haven't been put in, so it will look neat).

Dragged the dilapidated suitcase in, found his bed number, is an upper bunk by the window, I have to say, the lighting of this dormitory is not bad, every morning, maybe there will be a beam of light projected on the side of the bed, think about it and feel very beautiful.

After putting away his things, he lay down on the bed and rested for a while, and in the confusion he seemed to hear other friends coming in, and slowly opened his eyes, and sat up from the top bunk, and sure enough, there was a very plainly dressed girl who was diligently tidying up the bed.

Malt came down from the top bunk and greeted her very warmly: "Hello, my name is Malt, I live on this" and pointed to the bed.

also received an enthusiastic response from a plainly dressed girl, with a youthful smile on her face, "Hello, my name is Xinrou" but she can clearly hear a kind of confused hometown dialect.

It seems that coming to a new environment, surrounded by new people, everyone will have a different personality, but I don't know why Mang's indifferent expression always wants people to continue to explore (this is not a sadistic tendency, just pure curiosity).

"That..... I'm hungry and want to go to the cafeteria to eat, do you want to come along? Malt said to Xinrou, who was not very familiar.

Xinrou shook her head, "I brought some things from home, so I won't be with you."

Malt also had no choice but to nod and go out.