It's simply the ideal life.

Lu Qun had dark circles under his eyes, and he played another night of games last night. While a few roommates were sleeping, I also watched an island country movie. I shuddered, and everything became boring......

He is about 170CM tall, slightly chubby, and average-looking. The character is still the kind of rebellion. Naturally, college life can't be as moisturized and full of anticipation as a freshman with a smile like a little red flower on his face.

once told his family that he didn't want to be on this one, but they all said that he didn't know what to do. Lu Qun felt very ridiculous, and never complained to anyone again, and confided in his troubles.

It doesn't matter if you are arrogant, or if you don't know what is good or bad. He is very clear about the truth that the Tao is different and does not conspire with each other.

The Department of Japanese Language is the hallmark of this university, and many people from all over the country come to this department with a fanaticism that is almost close to faith. They studied hard, and every word the teacher spat out stretched out their necks and swallowed it in their mouths.

Of course, as a signboard, it is naturally the most strictly managed department. It's not much different from the third year of high school. I get up at 5 a.m. every morning and go to class at 5:30 a.m. for morning self-study. The four-eyed girls in the student union stared at the dead fish eyes every day to name them, and Lu Qun was so annoyed that he couldn't do it.

Ever since a four-eyed girl saw him but smiled disdainfully and didn't call his name, Lu Qun's temper also came up, and he sneered and didn't answer even if he called his name again.

Go to your student union, I don't have a rare university in you, and I still have a student union in your mouth.

If he could have been a little more stubborn, he didn't listen to the teacher. If this first university can let him go, let him go to the second university he wants to go to, and enter the literature department......

Perhaps, he will not be so entangled and troubled. Every day in class, when he sees his classmates studying hard, he is annoyed to death. A strange feeling of being out of place stimulated his brain stem like a steel needle all the time.

Or just give in, go to his dream, learn Japanese well, and become a handsome translator in the future? Diplomat? It's not that Lu Qun didn't think so, but every time he read it, dreams and compromises collided, and compromises couldn't be held out for a round.

The feeling of Barcelona vs the national team.

"My mother has been with you for more than ten years, and now you are going to abandon me if you don't go well? The old lady wants you to be ruined! It's better to live than to die! I want you to get out of the house! ”

Lu Qun opened his brain, and watched his dream turn into a tigress pinching his waist and yelling at himself.

If I get married in the future, I should be a good husband. Whenever Lu Qun comforted his dreams in his mind and swore to express himself, he always thought so.

One night, when his roommates were indulging in a competitive game with headphones and yelling, Lu Qun quietly shrank his head on the desk and carefully opened the Word document.

"The Farmer and the Little Wolf". This is what he has been writing for almost half a year.

However, just as he was about to start coding, the dormitory door was kicked open, and the old black next door laughed and swaggered in, "Dugaha!" Come on, open the five blacks! How exciting! ”

Lu Qun hurriedly closed the document and sighed deeply.

Lao Hei is a Northeast gentleman, and he likes to make friends the most. There is basically no one on the entire third floor who does not know him.

This is already the first time that Lu Qun has tried for an unknown number of attempts. At least 100 times, right?

But it's like this every time. Either his roommate found out what he was doing sneakily, or the person next door ran to the door and saw him writing and began to tease him, saying that he was a great writer.

Lu Qun could only laugh dryly, who knew that he was almost about to grit his teeth in his heart.

In today's world, if you want to rank dreams, writers are definitely the least valuable and the most ridiculous.

"I can write your little thing, I can write it if I change it, it's just too lazy to write."

When he was in the third year of junior high school, Lu Qun won an award for writing a short story for the first time, but a girl in the same class told him so.

Lu Qun naively said that she should write now, but she didn't write it, so she said that she didn't want to write, as long as she wanted to, she could write that kind of thing at any time.

At that time, Lu Qun couldn't find anything to refute her, but now, Lu Qun didn't bother to refute it.

Later, Lu Qunxue was obedient, and whoever asked him said that he didn't like to read.

Go your own way in silence and let others twitter.

One day, Lu Qun didn't have classes in the morning, and a few roommates carried a small frame, and went to the bath to take a bath step by step.

In the summer, it's just a little fun to take a shower and sit on the stairs and wait for your hair to dry naturally. Lu Qun raised his head and sighed.

Find a girlfriend, hold hands, kiss your mouth, and show affection to others in the school park or playground at night, Lu Qun also wants to, but on his terms, he is a passer-by everywhere.

Perhaps, it is more suitable for him to watch the winners of life show affection and be alone in the middle of the night in the wind and messy - a college student struggling with worthless dreams.

After a few months of college life, Lu Qun gradually developed his own rhythm of life.

Well. Skip class, skip class, skip class.

Anyway, he didn't go to early self-study and evening self-study, as well as those messy lessons on life philosophy, pigs, horses, dogs, sheep, history, rivers and the like.

Maybe other universities are very rigorous. But Lu Qun's university is just that, as long as you pass the exam, everything is safe. He seemed to see the old KFC grandfather give him a thumbs up: "Great"

It's not that he's boasting, Lu Qun does have some talent in language. When I was in high school, I was very good at spoken English, and I was often called up by the long-legged English teacher to read aloud.

"Come, Lu Qun, read this text. Listen to his pronunciation. ”

The teacher is a good teacher, before the college entrance examination, I met her on the way home after the evening self-study, the teacher put his arm around his shoulder, smiled gently, and said with a watery look: "Lu Qun, you have always been a top student in the teacher's heart." If it's you, you can do it. ”

That was the first time in 12 years that Lu Qun had been praised so directly by the teacher. On the way home at that time, Lu Qun's heart was warm all the time.

But thanks to this, the English teacher became one of the few teachers that Lu Qun remembers.

There are a lot of skipping classes, but the exams have been passed one by one, plus a few fox friends and dog friends are angry, remember to help him roll call, Lu Qun is also comfortable. But the more leisure time he has, the more time he has to think about his troubles.

In order to escape the helpless troubles, Lu Qun chose to join the football team.

It's not a regular school team, it's a team spontaneously organized by boys who like football in the outer courtyard (foreign Chinese language college). When Lu Qun arrived at their club hesitantly, one by one they rushed up to him like seeing a flower girl, touching and hugging him, but they didn't scare Lu Qun enough.

But it's no wonder, let's just say that Lu Qun's class, 35 students, 30 girls, and 5 dicks. Every day in professional class, they huddled on one side and shivered.

There are two other people who joined the football team with Lu Qun, one is Xiaodong and the other is Dachuan. They are not in the same class as Lu Qun, but they are in the same class, and they are in the Japanese 2nd class. The dormitory lives next door, and everyone is their own person.

XIAODONG IS SMALL, ESTIMATED TO BE 160CM, AND IS AS THIN AS A MALNOURISHED GIBBON. OKAWA IS JUST THE OPPOSITE, SHAVED AN ANTI-PHYSICAL SHINY BIG BALD HEAD, BLACK AND STRONG, AND HIS HEIGHT IS THE SAME AS CRISTIANO RONALDO, AROUND 185CM.

At first, Lu Qun called him an actor, but he was annoyed and pressed under him and pumped his ass for an afternoon before giving up this nickname.

All three of them like to watch football, but they just join in the fun, drink draft beer in the bar, yell when they score a goal, and boo when they kick off. As for the ball skills, not to mention, a few members of the football team looked at them and were messy in the wind. Whether it's the ball playing with them or they playing the ball, anyway, a few of them didn't understand.

Lu Qun played as the No. 9 center forward of Zhengyin. Because even though he's a little fat, he's pretty fast.

One afternoon, when playing a game with the football team of the Institute of Chemical Engineering (School of Chemical Engineering), Xiaodong turned his back on his horse, and finally knocked the ball to Lu Qun with his buttocks.

"Nima, this is XJBT tactics, I've seen it with my own eyes!"

A few defenders in the chemical courtyard were so angry that they hurriedly chased after him, who knew that Lu Qun was really fast enough, and he couldn't catch up without the ball.

The next moment, Lu Qun raised his foot and didn't look at it, and volleyed the ball out, but heard a scream - a defender who came from the right, far away from the goal, was hit in the face by the crooked ball, fell to the ground and rolled in pain with his nose covered.

When Lu Qun saw it, his hands were full of bright red nosebleeds.

"I'm sorry, classmate, I didn't mean to."

", just kick the ball, can you be cleaner? A few hundred meters away from the goal, is this called intentional? ”

Lu Qun pulled the person up and looked at it, it didn't seem to be a big deal. When he turned around, he sneered at the big guard who yelled at him, "You just keep your mouth clean, I'm idle and deliberately kicking a ball in someone's face?" ”

"Say it again?"

"You're eating, aren't you?"

"!"

Lu Qun was grabbed by the collar and immediately started with his fists. Xiaodong was a little hesitant at first glance, but when he saw Da Chuan, he immediately roared and pounced, and he gritted his teeth and pounced.

After more than ten minutes, the two groups finally let the other students pull away. The tall man who scolded Lu Qun was beaten by Da Chuan, and Lu Qun's face was also a little colorful, and no one got a bargain.

When this incident came out, the captain of the football team expressed to Lu Qun very tactfully that they would quit the team, and Lu Qun did not hesitate, and left with the two of them after saying that he was in trouble.

Maybe football and he were born to be on the wrong path. Good for seeing, not good for kicking. If Lu Qun's dream was to be a football player, maybe he would have endured it. Just like when I was teased.

But no, there is no need for grievances, so he is unwilling to suffer.

On the way back to the dormitory, the fiery sunset stained half of the sky, and the three older boys walked shoulder to shoulder singing songs. Seeing the truth in adversity, Lu Qun felt that the relationship with these two people was closer.

Lu Qun looked at Xiaodong's somewhat old jersey and asked, "Xiaodong, is your jersey an ancestral heirloom?" The sense of history is also too strong. ”

Okawa laughed and teased him. Xiaodong smiled embarrassedly, blushed and said, "My parents are cultivating the land, they don't have much money, and this jersey was worn by my father before." ”

Lu Qun was stunned, patted Xiaodong's shoulder, and didn't say anything more. How can money be used to measure the status and relationship between classmates? It's not the era of the Japanese bubble, it's vulgar.