Of course, Qin Ming knew what Wang Sizai meant by acting, so he nodded symbolically, and also said thank you out of politeness, but Yi Shaodong didn't say anything, feeling that this self-cooked fat man was not very cool in his heart.

Wang Sizai talked to them for a while, until a woman with short hair and somewhat neutral clothes got into the car, and he hurriedly shut his mouth as if he was frightened.

"My stomach hurts in the morning, and I pulled it several times in a row, and I was almost late."

The woman who got into the car last was obviously Lin Ziying in the group, Qin Ming thought that the other party would give people the feeling that she would be that kind of big sister, or a more cute type of girl, but the appearance of a real person surprised him a little.

Lin Ziying muttered to herself, and then she saw Wang Sizai at a glance, and immediately said angrily:

"You dead fat man is really bad-eyed, and you want to harm my two junior brothers as soon as you come up, don't you?"

"You don't talk nonsense, I'm helping them."

"Oh, so I think I'm still wrong about you?"

Lin Ziying sneered, and then her eyes stayed on Qin Ming and Yi Shaodong for a short time, but she didn't say anything to them, pouted and found a seat to sit down.

Because there were 6 people participating in the No. 3 examination room, with the arrival of the personnel, the driver in black no longer waited, and at this time he also started the car and slowly drove into Highway 3.

As the car entered Highway 3 and gradually moved away from the toll booth, Qin Ming suddenly found that the sky outside suddenly darkened.

Not only that, but even the time on their mobile phones has directly changed to 8 o'clock in the evening.

"Don't be too surprised. The multi-layered world is inherently different from the world we live in, we may be daytime here, it may be night there, it may rain here, it may snow over there.

It seems that the two sides are very close, but in fact, there is a world in between. ”

Wang Sizai saw that Qin Ming and Yi Shaodong were surprised by this change, so he also explained on the side.

Qin Ming nodded, but in his heart, he was no longer as surprised as before.

After all, he had known a long time ago that the academy itself existed in an independent space, but he didn't have much concept of another space at that time.

But looking at this matter now, he has a lot more clarity in his heart, and feels that this alien space where the academy is located is likely to be an existence similar to a transit station.

It is a door that connects the various layers of worlds.

……

In a corner of Jingya Restaurant, Zhang Hongbo picked up the wine glass and stood up a little drunk, and said to the other people at the table:

"I'm going to have the last drink today, I'm not in a very good state lately, I really can't drink it, forgive me."

"Don't be Hongbo, you've only had a few drinks, it's not your character to pretend to be cowardly."

Seeing that Zhang Hongbo was about to run away after drinking this cup, the others were busy coaxing and persuading.

"I'm not pretending to be cowardly now, I'm really cowardly.

I really can't drink it anymore, so don't push me. ”

After Zhang Hongbo finished speaking, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and after drinking, he didn't care what others said, he directly put down the cup and staggered towards the door.

"Hong Bo doesn't have anything on his mind, he doesn't look very good. Come with him and send him off. ”

The one who spoke was Zhang Hongbo's manager, a middle-aged man in his 50s, and today's meal was not only a dinner party for their department, but also his farewell party, because he was going to the branch office as a manager from tomorrow.

Hearing the assignment of the old leader, a young man chased after him.

"Brother Hong, are you okay. I'll ride you back. ”

After catching up with Zhang Hongbo, the young man hurriedly grabbed him with his arm, Zhang Hongbo subconsciously struggled for a while, and refused:

"I'm fine, you can go back to accompany our manager quickly.

I can go back myself. ”

"The manager asked me to come, and I don't worry about you going by yourself."

"I'm fine, just go back."

Although Zhang Hongbo didn't think he was really drunk, the other party still sent him home on a motorcycle.

Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Hongbo only felt dizzy for a while, so he hurriedly stood up and staggered into the bathroom, and then lay on the toilet and vomited.

Normally, with half a catty of liquor in his drinking, this would not be the case at all, but unfortunately he has been physically and mentally exhausted recently.

Both physically and mentally are in a ridiculously poor state.

He has been working in the company for 20 years, and he has done a good job in every aspect, and he has won the love and trust of the leader.

Originally, their leaders were transferred, and the vacated position was to be given to him, but a few days ago, the above suddenly notified that a manager of the air conditioner would come over. This is tantamount to saying that all the things he did before and all the efforts he did were in vain, and in the end he was just a small soldier.

There are complaints in his heart, feeling that his fate is not good, and then there is a big problem with his recent sleep.

I can sleep well, but I always wake up soon, and my spirit is worse day by day.

Zhang Hongbo vomited so much that until he vomited only sour water, he sat on the ground and wiped the corners of his mouth with his hands.

Under the double anesthesia of alcohol and sleepiness, he felt more and more that his spirit was becoming trance, he struggled to stand up, and then stumbled into the bedroom against the wall, until he came to the bedside, he completely relieved to unload all his strength, his body lay on the bed heavily, and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long he slept by himself, but he was sleeping heavily on the bed, but suddenly opened his eyes.

The alcohol that had anesthetized him before seemed to have evaporated, and he propped up his body and subconsciously looked out the window.

It was pitch black outside, and apparently even the anesthesia of alcohol didn't allow him to spend this damn night in his sleep.

With some fear in his heart, he picked up the phone and pressed on the screen, but the time displayed on it made him feel broken.

3 a.m.

It's bad time again.

Because in the last few days, no matter what time he sleeps, no matter how he falls asleep, he will wake up on time at 3 o'clock in the morning.

And when he woke up, he couldn't sleep anymore.

He lay on the bed for a moment, then got out of bed, lit a cigarette, sat down on the couch and smoked.

I habitually turned on the TV, but as soon as I turned it on, there was a sound of glass breaking.