Every night, the evening self-study will be postponed for fifteen minutes, which is consistent with the third year of high school, and after returning to the dormitory to clean up, it is basically time to turn off the lights.

The dormitory manager began to shout: "The lights are out!" Turn off the lights! Remember to turn off the balcony lights! ”

Sang You flushed off the foam on his hands and looked back at everyone: "I turned off the lights?" ”

"Shut it down, turn it off."

Ning Yan and the others had already prepared the table lamp, and the moment the light went out, four or five table lamps lit up, directly illuminating the ceiling, no different from before the lights were turned off.

Sang You was stunned for a moment: "It's a little bright......"

'Bang bang bang-'

A loud knock rang in my ears.

“315！ Turn off the lights! Auntie shouted at the top of her voice.

Ning Yan and the others hurriedly turned off the table lamp, and waited for the aunt's voice to sound at the end of the corridor before they closed the curtains and turned on the table lamp again.

Sang You sat down at the desk, spread out the English set of papers, scanned the code with her mobile phone and prepared to listen to it, when the link jumped, she suddenly closed the page and turned around to flip through her school bag.

After a while, I pulled out the scratch paper.

Zhou Yan gave her the scratch paper, and wrote the contact information on it, which was the phone number.

Sang Youya bit her lip lightly, hesitated to click on WeChat, and began to enter her mobile phone number after hesitating for a while.

She said to leave a contact information, Zhou Yan left a mobile phone number, then she can choose to contact by phone, or she can add WeChat contact by this mobile phone number, the choice is up to her, right?

After losing, the page jumps.

The avatar is a repair hook, she doesn't know what kind of repair hook, but it's very handsome, as handsome as his owner, and the WeChat name is just one word: inkstone.

Sang You stared at the page for five minutes, her fingers trembling and clicked 'Add to Phone Contacts', and as soon as she finished clicking, she threw the phone out, the force was greater than she expected, and the phone slid to the edge of the desk with a dull crashing sound.

The roommates who were still chattering were startled by her and suddenly silenced.

Ning Yan's gaze switched back and forth between the mobile phone and Sang You, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" What horror did you see? ”

“Snake。” Sang You said nonsense, she was not in a state of mind, and only captured the word 'horror'.

"Huh?"

“……”

Sang You suddenly reacted to what he said, and explained hard: "I, I'm afraid of this thing." ”

I'm really afraid, Sang You is afraid of two things, one is a snake, and the other is that someone else touches her neck.

The former was so scared that she didn't even dare to look at the picture, and she could get goosebumps when she imagined it, and she didn't even want to hear or see the word 'snake', because she had a rich imagination and couldn't help but associate it when she saw and heard it.

The latter can only be attributed to being too sensitive to be touched, and as soon as she touches her brain, she starts to sound an alarm, as if someone has pinched her lifeline.

Therefore, Sang You often has reasonable suspicions, and in his previous life, he ...... No, it was in the previous life, and he was strangled to death by a snake.

Yu Hao was closer to her, and when she heard this, she said enthusiastically: "Then I'll help you exit the page." ”

As he spoke, he was about to pick up the phone that had slipped into the corner.

Sang You hurriedly pressed her hand: "No, no, so that you can't help but want to play." ”

After sitting down again, Sang You rubbed his hot face, exhaled very lightly, and stayed on his phone for a while before retracting it.

She was so nervous just now that it took all her courage to just click on the addition of friends, so she was too cowardly to look at the results now.

Retracting her thoughts, she lowered her eyes to write an English set, originally planning to start with listening, but now she can't listen anymore, so she can only start writing from reading.

Sang You raised his eyes to look at the clock and wrote down the time on the test paper before starting to write.

English is not very difficult for her, when she went to university, she not only passed the fourth or sixth level, but also wanted to try to take the eighth level, but the eighth level is not for everyone, so she went to take a lot of international communication English exams.

The reason for these things is a bit absurd.

In her senior year, she serialized a novel, one of the male protagonists of the novel is a mixed-race who has lived abroad since childhood, and the character is set to take an open route, play talking, and especially like to flirt in English.

A lot of English is required, preferably in colloquial vernacular. It can be translated, but there is a certain difference between Chinese and English translations, she can't find a little feeling from the translated English, in order to stand up to the male protagonist and match the style of the whole text, Sang You, as the author, has to work hard to improve her English level.

The pit dug by oneself is filled by oneself, in other words, it is self-inflicted and cannot live.

The level is all there, and if you don't take the test, you won't take the test.

If you are admitted, your resume can be a little richer.

There's nothing to lose if you don't get in.

So she took some English qualifications by the way.

After the exam, she was allergic to English, she didn't want to read it, and she didn't even want to read it, and she didn't even touch it after writing that novel. Now that I am back in high school English, I feel that my hand is afraid that it has nothing to do with this.

Sang You didn't write the essay and read the follow-up writing, and after filling in the last blank of the fill-in, she raised her eyes to look at the clock and turned back to the front to make up the time.

It takes 35 minutes to share, and the speed is still a little slow.

The accuracy rate is okay, two gestalts and one crossword are wrong, and 3.5 points are deducted.

It was close to half past twelve, and the roommates had not slept yet, so they gathered in bed No. 4 to chat. Seeing this, Sang You took out the derivative problem he studied at noon and wrote it from beginning to end on a blank scratch paper.

It's fairly well written, but it's still stuck when applying Lopida's law.

After straightening out the logic, she took her mobile phone directly, planning to search for the law of Lobida and find relevant examples to do.

As soon as the page opened, it was WeChat, and I didn't receive any prompt messages.

Zhou Yan has not yet agreed to the application.

Don't have your phone?

Still don't think it's necessary to add WeChat?

Or maybe he hasn't seen it yet?

Sang You diverged all kinds of possibilities, and after calculating the probabilities of all kinds of possibilities, she firmly believed that Zhou Yan hadn't seen it yet.

Well, that's it.

After self-enlightenment, Sang You searched for the law of Luobida, studied it for a while, did two example questions, and barely had a little bottom in his heart.

Originally, she wanted to consolidate it again, but she really couldn't do it.

The voice of the dormitory gradually became quieter, and when she was doing the question just now, she vaguely heard the creaking sound of her roommate climbing to the top bunk and stepping on the iron rod, and the voice of her voice became more and more indistinct.

Sang You looked back, and everyone was asleep.

She compressed the lamp to reduce the illumination range and reduce the brightness.

Leaning back in her chair, she stared at the table for a moment before turning off the light and lying down to sleep lightly.

-

Zhou Yan agreed to the friend application on Saturday night, when Sang You was fighting in the kitchen.

Mom and Dad are busy, and they usually don't go home for dinner. On school days, Sang Yu lived in school and did not go home, and Sang Luo studied by himself until half past nine in the evening. Therefore, the Sang family eats at home only a handful of times at night.

Once a week, that is, on Saturday night, the Sang sisters and brothers solve it on their own.

On Sunday night, Sang Youyou had already returned to school, and Sang Luo was left to fend for himself.

Sang You can cook, and he did quite well in junior high school, but when he went to high school, he was not at home much, and he had no chance to play, let alone college.

All in all, Sang Yu is not very good at cooking now.

She plans to make Coke chicken wings today, put oil in it, and then refine the sugar after the oil is hot, and I heard that the chicken wings will be very beautiful in color.

Sang You stirred the sugar, the sugar gradually changed color, she glanced at her phone, and wrote down the time to put the chicken wings.

A message pops up above your phone - 'inkstone' has passed your friend verification request, and now you can start chatting.

Sang You paused and blurted out: "Wow! Ahh ”

She was so happy that she was dancing and trying to go and see, but she forgot that there was water in her hands, and as she moved, the water droplets splashed into the oil pan and crackled!

The sugar had turned brown, and Sang You hurriedly poured the fried chicken wings into it.

The oil pan is fried!

Oil splashes!

"Ahhh

Sang You hurriedly picked up the lid of the pot and turned over the chicken wings with a spatula while blocking.

"What are you doing?"

Behind him came the voice of Sangluo.

Sang You strategically stepped back and stuffed the spatula into his hand: "You go and turn over the chicken wings, don't be confused." ”

“……”

The pan is still frying.

Seeing that Sang Luo didn't move, Sang You glanced at him and handed over the lid of the pot in his hand: "...... Do you need this? ”

Sang Luo's face darkened: "No need, get out." ”

Sang Luo went into the kitchen to turn down the fire, simply rolled the chicken wings a few times, turned his head and asked, "What are you going to fry?" ”

"Chicken wings."

“……”

Sang You stood on tiptoe for a moment, and commanded in the air: "You can put Coke." ”

Sang Luo opened the refrigerator door and took a can of Pepsi Cola, and before he opened it, he heard Sang You say: "This gas is insufficient, you change Coca-Cola." ”

“……”

The canned Coke was almost pinched, and Sang Luo: "Are you sick?" To be a chicken wing, you don't have enough cola. ”

Saying that, Sang Luo pulled the pull ring, and with a 'poof' sound, the Coke exploded and sprayed Sang Luo's body.

Sang You was politely silent for two seconds before laughing out loud under Sang Luo's death gaze.

"Aha-"

Sang You: "I didn't expect this to be so angry!" Ahaha-"

-

The final product is not good-looking, charred and black, slimy, and looks unappetizing.

Sang Luo took a shower and changed his clothes, he stared at the legendary 'Coke Chicken Wings' for a while, as if he felt that his eyes were polluted, and he looked away and said, "You try." ”

Sang Yu didn't speak.

"Order takeout."

Sang You raised his eyes: "No money." ”

“……”

Sang You: "Would you like to?" ”

Sang Luo's eyebrows jumped: "Go to sleep." ”

There is everything in the dream.

The two sat in silence, and the savior who finally solved dinner was the old godmother.

The plate of chicken wings was eaten twice, and Sang Luo's chopsticks moved first, and after taking a bite, the noodles did not change color and sped up, and the old godmother finished eating the rice in the bowl.

Sang You asked how it was.

"General."

If Sang Luo replied 'delicious', Sang Youbao would raise his vigilance by twelve points, and his intuition was a pit, so he resolutely refused. But he said 'general'.

Driven by curiosity, Sang You also moved his chopsticks: "Sister believes you once." ”

After taking a bite, his face changed, and he buried himself in the whole bowl of rice.

Salty!

The two sisters and brothers who hurt each other looked at each other silently, so that they could get together and disperse.

When Sang fell back into the room, Sang You put down the dishes and chopsticks and picked up the phone to check the time, and suddenly remembered the forgotten things for a moment. She hurriedly clicked into the chat box.

After a few minutes of silly fun, edit the message.

After losing, losing, deleting, and deleting a few times in a row, Sang You frowned, what should I do, I really want to send a message, but I don't know what to send.

After thinking about it again, Sang You typed a line, closed his eyes and clicked send, and after clicking, he threw the phone to the corner of the sofa in the distance.

As long as the phone is far enough away, once the time is up, there is no way to withdraw it.

After waiting for five minutes, Sang You crawled over and picked up his phone.

No news.

Maybe eating? This point is the meal.

She subconsciously glanced at the dining table, and when she saw the plate of chicken wings, she was upset.

Her heart was blocked, she sighed, and her phone suddenly vibrate.

Yan: Not sure.

The above is the message she sent - does the senior have time tomorrow afternoon?

Sang You thought for a long time and replied: If the senior has time, can you tell me?

Yan: Hmm.

It's so indifferent.

Sang You's finger poked Zhou Yan's head, that is, the repair hook.

'I' patted the inkstone.

Sang You stood up in shock, she stared at the dialog box with wide eyes, and was relieved to see that no new news came out.

Sure enough, indifferent man.

She clicked into Zhou Yan's avatar and set a note.