From mid-May to early July, Hao Song's life was basically a monotonous exercise of dormitory-gymnasium-canteen. In order to give everyone a perceptual understanding of the daily life of cowardice, we will randomly extract the last day of this monotonous and fulfilling time to describe it in detail.

Around 0:00 a.m., dormitory rooftop.

Hao Song's face turned red and he was carrying a bottle of Tianchao White Wine Wu Niang Liquid, and sang with great spirit: "Sister, you sit at the head of the bed~ Brother, I touch my chest~ Qingqing, I, I~ Lewd/laughing~ Hiccup!"

Edward Miero tightened the bottle in his ear and muttered, "I really miss the time when this bastard would fall as soon as he drank it...... Sure enough, you still have to use vodka to put him down once and never suffer in the future!"

Yao Dabang squatted on the stone pier on the side, and said with a smile: "I think I sing very well, but the lyrics are not very solid." As he spoke, he also poured a sip of Wu Niang liquid, and sighed: "It seems that our own wine tastes enough, so there is no vodka with a little grain flavor, and I feel uncomfortable when there is no grain taste in my mouth one day!"

Edward took out a packet of cooked food and said, "The welfare of the school has been getting better and better lately. The most obvious thing is that the specialties of the world are more complete, including the things of your Celestial Empire. He had a pack of spicy noodles in his hand, which was probably a small detail in the president's and Professor Gu Ting's efforts to increase the sense of belonging of students and faculty members to the college, but it was enough to get a glimpse of it.

Hao Song immediately used the title to sing drunkly: "The long spicy strips come from the mouth~ flow to the thousands of purples and thousands of red flowers~ The hot back/court is our expectation~ It is the most comfortable to pull while walking all the way~ If we want to pull, we must be the most refreshing!"

"You've got enough!"

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At 7:00 a.m., the high-end atmosphere and high-grade kennel: in the student dormitory.

The theme song of "Happy/tree/friends" sounded noisily, and Hao Song reflexively turned off the alarm clock on the mobile phone of the root of all evil within 3 seconds, and then lifted the kitten covering his face away.

"This guy, is it 'absorbing volatile alcohol' again......" The habitual hangover (practice) coaxed and rolled lazily twice on the spot to the end of the bed, before reluctantly getting up and going into the toilet.

"Well, the beard is longer than 50mm, and if you don't shave it, you will become a lewd/trivial uncle......" He said inexplicable words while picking up a shaving toothbrush and cleaning the beard that was emerging three times and five by two, "Ah~ This way you don't have to shave for three days~" So this thing will be lazy to shave his beard for a few minutes.

"Yesterday you brushed your teeth from left to right, from outside to inside, right? Now it's right to left and inside to outside. He turned his shaving toothbrush around, recalled the four shift-shifting brushing sequences he remembered, and made sure that it was correct before starting to brush his teeth, typical obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After eating the only breakfast of the day that seemed to be quite reliable, Hao Song began his morning self-study. There are many and miscellaneous things that a mind cultivator needs to master, and even Hao Song, who has the ability to "plan before acting", has to learn for several months. Of course, since most of the courses are self-taught, there are no obvious hard and fast rules. It's just that if it falls to the lowest E grade in the annual mandatory rating, then the scholarships and subsidies are basically in vain, and the tuition and living expenses can only be earned by themselves, which is obviously a hellish life.

Therefore, Hao Song's hard study during this period also means to prepare for the mandatory rating at the end of the year. After all, the scholarship system at Night's Watch University has vividly interpreted the old saying that "the book has its own golden house".

On this morning, Hao Song's main direction was the compulsory course "The Biology of the Night Watch" for the Spiritual Hunting, the course "Interpreting Principal Wang's Epic Masterpieces" for ideological education (stinky feet), and the course "History of the Mind Cultivator" for exposing the world's dark history (mind cultivators bragging).

It can be seen that the sentence often said by high school parents and teachers, "If you work harder now, it will be fun to be admitted to a good university!" is just a white lie. The reality is that a good college will not let you have fun, but a bad college will let you play with it.

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12:38 p.m., College self-service fast food restaurant.

After a morning of otaku study, it's time for the high-calorie junk food lunch. Compared with the really high-energy fried chicken, fried foods such as spring rolls, fried dough sticks, and fried dumplings in the morning are completely the difference between literary and artistic freshness and a lot of picking/hairy strong men.

Of course, now there is one more guy who even has to pack the buffet fast food without discipline, and it is Yao Dabang, who is shy and has a huge appetite. The eating habits of this product have completely converged on Edward Mierro, and the four meals a day are fast food (one more supper), and the appearance of eating is full of happiness.

Night's Watch College Prostitute ...... No, it was Bai Yanjian who was flattered to have lunch with these three guys at the invitation of Edward Miero. It is said that after the most oily meal in his life, poor Bai Yanjian suffered from indigestion for two weeks, and vomited after smelling a little oil star within a radius of 20 meters in a month. It can be seen that the eating habits of a certain three animals are really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Before today's meal, Hao Song pointed out the country and scolded Fang Xuan: "Okay! Today, let the three of us continue to make our own contributions to the evolutionary direction of human beings' 'obesity', 'cerebral thrombosis', 'heart failure', 'coronary heart disease', 'hypertension and hyperlipidemia', 'fatty liver', and 'hernia', and start eating fried chicken!"

Yao Dabang protested: "It's appropriate to nag this diaphragm before eating! Senior Ai is the kind who can't eat fat, and in the end I still have to suffer mental damage!" After speaking, he turned his grief and anger into appetite, and added another family bucket.

"Don't add the modal word 'bar' after 'eat fried chicken'!" In addition, Edward Mierro had no opinion on Hao Song's "doomsday curse", but he was a little dissatisfied with Yao Dabang, so he continued to take the fried chicken and French fries full of throats, turned his head and complained, "Also! I want a big stick junior, how did the easily misunderstood title of 'love senior' come about! Lao Tzu is not surnamed Ai Ming Dehua!"

"Huh!?Isn't it!?"

"Poofhahahaha! I want a big stick junior to love my senior!hahahaha!"

Because the surprise on Yao Dabang's honest face didn't seem to be fake, Hao Song finally couldn't hold back, laughed wildly, and squirted chicken pieces all over the table.

Edward Mieroban said bitterly: "You are wasting your energy again!

"Heartache is kind of licked clean. ”

"Lao Tzu has not lacked this energy lately!" Edward reluctantly glanced at the broken chicken nuggets on the table, and finally did not bite it, but still asked, "What about the cat you raised?"

Then he met a pair of cat's eyes that peeked out of his pockets with disgust like he had seen a dog/.

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1:00 p.m. sharp, marching gymnasium.

"Alright! this afternoon's training is the first ironman in a long time!" announced Edward Miero, holding an iron nail (toothpick) in his mouth.

Hao Song calmly picked his teeth with a bamboo toothpick and said, "Why don't you continue to let me train in martial arts and shooting?" Although this thing is more tiring, it is not possible to disgust me with the things I have played before!"

"Brother Fuck Exploded!" Yao Dabang on the side stared at the last section of the venue and praised heartily.

Hao Song immediately shuddered: "Of course, no matter what, I'm from here! I'm also your sophomore senior!" Hmph......" Then he turned his gaze to the grand venue, and then he was stunned.

Edward Miero maliciously explained, "Didn't you kid ask what was under the last big metal enclosed structure? It was the 'Extreme Off-Road Course' that was only open on Sunday afternoons and evenings!"

“...... So extreme off-road also includes 'crossing the pit'?!" Hao Song asked, pointing to a pit with an indescribable smell and yellow tissues and even yellow aunt towels with a broken ghost animal expression.

Edward spread his hand and continued to laugh evilly, "Hey, hey...... Don't say it's so ugly, it's called a sewer. I've been in Hawaii before, so this kind of training is necessary!"

The more Hao Song looked at the project, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't stop complaining: "Then tell me what this crocodile pool is all about!? And this pit full of inflatable dolls!

"Hmm...... The lava pool is pretty much the same as you would describe it. Edward Mierro apparently didn't have a knack for lava pools, "but traversing the disgusting sewers is training the endurance of a mind cultivator." ”

"It's obviously the lower limit and shame!"

"The crocodile pond is a training of courage and boldness. ”

"If you can beat a group of crocodiles like you!"

"As for the inflatable doll you mentioned, it's a simulation of the flow of people in a big city, exercising the mind practitioner's control over strength and speed. If you want to walk through the crowd at high speed and harmlessly, it's a technical job!"

"I'm sorry, but this 'technical job' is a natural skill of the Celestial Empire. ”

After the cowardice and complaining are over, the pit that should be entered still has to be entered. The content of the period is too bloody, disgusting, and vulgar, so it is not described. If you can't get enough, please put on your diving equipment and drill into the manhole cover, or jump into the zoo crocodile pool, and squeeze the Spring Festival train to simulate yourself. Call the author for any bad experience and you'll get a refreshing laugh.

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4:38 p.m., next to the vending machine "Truth Road".

Hao Song's face was dish-paved, and he couldn't help but retch when he saw the slightly heavier food in the vending machine display column. In the end, he still chose a light export product of the Celestial Empire: canned eight-treasure porridge.

"If I knew I would vomit it all, I wouldn't have eaten so much at noon!" complained as he opened the can.

"It's just to make you remember this feeling of weakness after vomiting, so that you won't waste all your precious food in the future!" said Edward Miero, who also took a jar of eight-treasure porridge, seriously.

"I'd rather spit it all out if I force it back in my mouth like you did!" revealed that even Edward Mierro couldn't withstand the hellish mode of Night's Watch University's "sewer off-roading".

"Don't talk about this, two masters! I don't want to vomit again!" Yao Dabang, who was also pale, hurriedly poured all the eight-treasure porridge into his mouth, as if he was busy pressing something down. This strong man played a few laps of the ironman without "extreme environment off-road", his face was not red or breathless, and he vomited directly after watching the other two's "sewer off-road" for half a minute.

Then, in order to change the topic, Yao Dabang tilted his head and shook the can, and said: "Every time I eat this Laoshzi thing, there will always be a little left that I can't eat, and I feel sorry for the food when I look at it." ”

Hao Song was also happy to change the topic and replied, "You can add water to it and drink it clean!"

"Isn't that what it tastes like?" Yao Dabang was not satisfied with this plan, turned his head and asked, "Ai senior...... Senior Dehua, can you tell us about it?"

"Ahh

“......”

"Nothing!"

"The information of the tasks you follow has been updated!" At this moment, Hao Song's watch sounded.

"Oh?" Hao Song looked surprised, "It seems that there is really a problem on the Kaidao side!"

["A strong life doesn't require much thought. ― Edward Miero