For countless sleepless nights, I made one wish after another to the gods. Although they have never heeded my prayers, let alone fulfilled my wishes. But I kept repeating it mechanically, as if it was the only thing I could do.

I was scared of the feeling, I was afraid of being alone in a bed and then in a lonely room, facing a darkness where it was just me......

Am I afraid of loneliness?

I think so, but I think it's more about the fear of the night when it's so quiet that it makes me panic.

Before I knew it, it was dawn.

As the sunlight shone through the window and on the cigarette butts and beer bottles on the floor, I saw my haggard face in the reflection of the green glass of the beer bottles.

That night, I smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, drank seven or eight bottles of beer, and turned the otherwise tidy dormitory into a pig's nest.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally fell asleep in the warm sunshine.

It was just a short night's sleep, and less than four hours later, I was woken up by a cleaning aunt with an Anhui accent outside the dormitory door with a burst of "Is there anyone?" as if it were a foreign language.

I opened the door in a daze, and under the direct gaze of the cleaning aunt, I said, "Pickled, and the clothes are not well dressed!" With a laugh, I fell back into bed, trying to continue my interrupted sleep.

It's a pity that the jingling sound of wine bottles collecting, the stabbing sound of mopping the floor, and the cleaning aunt's complaint about my summer vacation giving her 100 yuan a week to clean the room made me really unable to sleep.

After some struggle, I sighed heavily and sat on the edge of the bed with a blanket, silently smoking the last cigarette in my case.

Maybe it's because my appearance is too decadent, or maybe it's because my cigarette ash fell on the ground, which made the cleaning aunt dissatisfied.

She gave me a blank look, and said indignantly:

"I'm good! It's a good college student, and it's like a leper in our village! What should you do to coax Huang Zi? ”

I didn't quite understand what she was saying, so I could only smile at her, and then give her an extra twenty dollars to let her leave happily.

Looking at the time on my phone, it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and I suddenly remembered the feint that I was going to the club to learn boxing this afternoon.

I hurriedly called the club, changed my clothes and washed my face, and ran all the way to the school gate, then got in the car and left.

In the club, Coach Wu enthusiastically introduced me to a young man and said that he was my opponent for tomorrow's exhibition match.

That person's name is Shigeru Oshima, a native of Fukuoka, Japan, 21 years old this year, and a Japanese student at a university of science and technology in the imperial capital.

Shigeru Oshima is white and clear-eyed, but he is quite tall, at least 1.85 meters tall. You know, this height is rare among Japanese people.

However, although Shigeru Oshima is tall, his figure is thin like a girl, and he can weigh up to 120 pounds by looking at him.

I was surprised, I don't know what the hell Huang Yonglin is doing, they want to let a weak scholar like Shigeru Oshima fight against me, a muscular man!

Do they want to stage a pinnacle showdown between the pseudo-girl and the beast?

Thinking of this, I asked Coach Wu suspiciously: "Angkor, why is the opponent a Japanese?" And it seems that he has not been systematically trained, can this work? ”

Coach Wu smiled at Shigeru Oshima and explained to me the details of tomorrow's exhibition match......