The campus at night is always full of youthful nostalgia for time. The dormitory building opposite Zheng Pei www.biquge.info is a girls' building, and when the lights are about to go out, there are always many boys carrying hot pots to escort the girls back. While reluctantly handing the pot to the girl, he also had to keep warm with his beloved before the lights out bell rang. The two exchanged glances, or joked, or coquettish, or affectionate gaze, and always refused to separate. It wasn't until the cruel and monotonous harsh bell rang that the two made an appointment for tomorrow and waved goodbye. Even if they are separated, the two will look back again and again until they can't see each other. It was only five minutes before the bell rang and the dorm door was locked. The dormitory aunts hurriedly beckoned the girls with smiles on their faces to go back to the building and lock the door, as if they would be robbed by someone if they were a second late. And the dormitory manager unhurriedly packed up the chain door lock, and only locked the door with confidence after the silly boys on the love list came back. But even then, there are occasionally a few new faces outside the love list, with excitement on their faces, sweating profusely and running back to knock on the door. The dormitory manager was not in a hurry, reminding them of the time to lock the door, while smiling and remembering these new faces.

Who hasn't been younger?

Looking at the boys who ran back to the dormitory in embarrassment, Zheng Pei smiled happily. People in love are so stupid, always thinking about girls, forgetting their lives. Zheng Pei's smile gradually retracted, and he also remembered Yang Ni, if it weren't for the fact that he was in a bunch of troubles now, he would also want to be a fool and experience a different life.

The lights in the hallway suddenly went out. Zheng Pei took out the wine gourd in his arms, and the moment he was waiting for had come. He frowned as he pulled the stopper of the gourd, and the wind outside the window blew the gushing wine all over his face. Zheng Pei put the wine gourd under his nose and sniffed it, and suddenly a layer of goosebumps appeared on his body, and the hand holding the wine gourd also trembled. He secretly cheered himself up in his heart: although this thing tastes like this, but the medicine is bitter, and it is still important to save his life! I can't bear this bit of hardship, not to mention that Granny Ye said that she boasted and bragged, and she would look down on herself in the future.

Zheng Pei's eyes widened! The mouth of the gourd is on the mouth, and the head is poured up! However, to his great surprise, the wine that he had thought was spicy and pungent was now not flushed at all in his mouth. It seems to be a gourd of cold water, which goes down the throat. That refreshing and cool feeling flowed along the throat, esophagus, and stomach all the way to the lower abdomen, and Zheng Pei also knew the direction and workflow of his digestive system with this feeling. There is nothing left in the wine gourd, Zheng Pei is what's wrong with it, and for a while there is still a little bit of a feeling of sweetness. Well, not bad, not bad! Zheng Pei breathed a sigh of relief, feeling refreshed and healthy, he was full of vitality from head to toe, and his strength slowly poured into his limbs and five organs, as if he could run a few ten-kilometer cross-country at any time. The strength increased stronger and stronger, Zheng Pei clenched his fists, and his joints gurgled. He could only vent the satisfaction of this energy by slamming his fists against the wall, and to his surprise, such a self-harming act did not make his hands feel pain, and he felt a sense of pleasure when he looked at the whitening joints! He felt that the energy in his body was accumulating more and more, and he was like a balloon that was constantly being blown up, and his body seemed to have reached the limit of what he could bear! Zheng Pei hurriedly turned on the faucet, and after pouring a few sips, he kept rinsing his head and neck with cold tap water. The water was still cold when it hit his head, but it was warm when it ran from his chin. Zheng Pei didn't know what a fire was, he only knew that his stomach seemed to have been poured into a large pot of freshly made noodles, the hot noodle soup was tumbling and bubbling in his little belly, and the even hotter steam was like a shock wave after the explosion of a nuclear bomb, all the way up his intestines, and finally exploded into a flaming mushroom cloud in his mouth! At this point, the cold water has completely lost its effect. Zheng Pei felt that his internal organs were about to be scalded. No! It's ironed! I don't know if it's the scalded internal organs or something else, anyway, there is a bunch of things gushing down his esophagus from his stomach, Zheng Pei wants to cover his mouth with both hands It's too late, he's like a high-pressure water gun for firefighting, a bunch of black viscous like black engine oil squirts out directly from his mouth, from the floor to the roof! Before Zheng Pei's tears could flow out of the second wave, he sprayed again. Tossed back and forth three or four times before he fell silent like a deflated plastic bottle. Zheng Pei knelt on the ground, his head lowered, he was so exhausted that he didn't even have the strength to cry. However, it seems that there is still a hot current churning in his stomach, as if to make a final summary of today's toss. This heat flow is not as violent and domineering as before. Instead, like a swaying drunkard, he swirled down Zheng Pei's esophagus and circled up unhurriedly. However, the strength is not strong, but the strength is not weak! When this hot current came out of Zheng Pei's throat, the violent smell of alcohol violently irritated his throat, as if a handful of dried chili seeds roasted with oil were tightly stuffed into Zheng Pei's mouth! Zheng Pei put his mouth on the faucet and poured it wildly, and the violent burning sensation kept corroding his throat. Zheng Pei couldn't alleviate his pain by scratching the water, so in a hurry, he ran to the window and grabbed the windowsill, and shouted desperately: Little Japan, I * your grandmother!

After shouting for about five minutes, Zheng Pei collapsed under the windowsill and finally refreshed......

At this point, the rumors have changed their content, and it is no longer an open female ghost carrying a lantern attacking the boys' dormitory at night, but a loyal soul of a patriot who died in battle shouting patriotic slogans in the student dormitory building, while splashing ink on the entire wall to write a patriotic chapter. Although no one can understand what is written, this text that no one can understand adds a bit of mystery to the whole legend.