Violators Club

At six o'clock in the morning, I finished washing.

Li Shiqing, who finished a whole set of ground fire kung fu, returned to the Yihuan dormitory refreshed.

It's a pity that except for herself, everyone in the Yihuan dormitory is still sleeping. Looking at Yu Zhen who is in the same room with the quilt sandwiched between her, Li Shiqing's eyes can't help but be a little more puzzled.

Eight hours of sleep is enough for adults.

Yesterday's nine o'clock ended, and according to the normal situation, she should have gotten up at six o'clock, but she didn't.

Could it be that... She was pretending to sleep last night?
Of course, this idea just flashed in my mind, and after simply washing off the sweat on her body, Li Shiqing dug out a manuscript book from the suitcase.

It is a short story written by Han Shaogong - Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

I found it last night while unpacking the suitcase. It is estimated that Uncle Chen accidentally put it in his suitcase when he was packing.

The morning is a bit boring, and the time for dinner is 07:30.

It was at least half an hour before breakfast time.

This time period is rather embarrassing, if you read professional books?
Half an hour is just enough to get into the state, and then I have to eat.

Playing with the mobile phone is too eye-consuming, and it feels a little embarrassing to swipe to my own video every now and then.

After thinking about it, it is better to find a book to pass the time.

Qinglong Yanyue Dao is very short, and the whole article is even less than two thousand words. Even if Uncle Chen copied it by hand, it was only expanded to six and a half pages.

But just these six and a half pages, Li Shiqing read it for 10 minutes.

The story is very simple, a barber who was abandoned by the times, he doesn't know all kinds of popular hairstyles, he only shaves people's heads all his life, the times are developing, and the society is progressing.

In this new era, the efficiency of electric faders far exceeds the razor in Father He's hand.

The way of life of young people now is in stark contrast and impact with the old style of writing.

Li Shiqing didn't know how to evaluate it. This small short article gave her a unique feeling, like an exquisite story, revealing the splendor between the lines.

She liked it so much that she even had the idea of ​​writing a song about it.

But considering her ability, Li Shiqing could only treasure these six and a half pages.

The creation of art is very complicated. In many cases, it is not because you have inspiration that you will be able to create good works.

You need ability, and you need to have the ability to match this inspiration.

It's like a chef who gets a precious ingredient and wants to try to make a delicious dish, but is worried that his craftsmanship will spoil the deliciousness of the ingredient.

With a faint sigh, Li Shiqing let go of this thought.

On the other side, near 07:30, under the stimulation of the sun, Yu Zhen opened her sleepy eyes, looked at Li Shiqing who was sitting by the bed reading, and murmured subconsciously:
"Shishi, wake up, where is this?"

Seeing Yu Zhen whose body is awake but whose brain is still not sober, Li Shiqing softly shouted:

"Wake up, it's time for breakfast."

Blinking unconsciously, looking at the surrounding environment, the sleeping memory in the brain was quickly awakened, and the tiredness that had not dissipated in the body made Yu Zhen wrap up the small quilt tightly, and shouted coquettishly:

"Please, please, Shishi, let me sleep a little longer."

Faced with Zhen's acting like a baby, Li Shiqing looked indifferent. Instead of persuading him, she said: "I asked just now, there are beef buns and tofu nao for breakfast."

Yu Zhen looked blank: "So?"

Beef buns and tofu brains are my favorites, but what if I have to get up for breakfast?

Sorry, I, Yu Zhen—do it!No!arrive! ! !

Isn't it just a breakfast?

It's not that he went to class directly without breakfast. For college students, this is too normal.

But the next moment, the corners of Li Shiqing's mouth turned up slightly.

She glanced at Yu Zhen, and her gentle voice was like a devil whispering: "There is only a small bowl of chili for breakfast, and there are not many seasonings. You don't want to eat sweet tofu, do you?"

Yu Zhen is from Sichuan. There is no contest between sweet and salty here, because they want spicy tofu.

Don't ask why all the dishes in Wuxi are beets, the tofu nao here is actually salty.

But in this environment, the director team was able to find sweet tofu nao.

In short, the tofu nao for breakfast today is only sweet.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the tofu nao has marinade or not, as long as there is some salt and chili oil, and a little chili and soy sauce, it tastes delicious.

But what if there is no chili oil, or even other seasonings?

You know, Yu Zhen is not the only one in their group.

Facing Li Shiqing's threat, Yu Zhen felt extremely sad and indignant. She really wanted to say that she couldn't beat my sweet tofu brain, but she couldn't say it.

Salted tofu brain is the soul, and it is a firm stand that must not be shaken!
Taking a deep breath, Yu Zhen pulled up the quilt to cover her head, and shouted in a muffled voice:
"Shishi, are you a devil!"

I don't know if Li Shiqing is a devil, but Yu Zhen who eats a bowl of spicy and salty tofu nao in the morning, and a beef bun, feels full of strength.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yu Zhen even felt that the sun outside became brighter.

It was nearly eight o'clock, after breakfast, Yu Zhen, who had a toothpick in her mouth, slumped on the chair as if she had no bones, her lazy tone was like a full orange cat:

"Shishi, what's the arrangement for today?"

Taking out her mobile phone and logging into the website skillfully, Li Shiqing searched for professional books:

"I don't know, the director didn't say anything, just wait for the notice."

Yu Zhen next to him had a bit of thought in his eyes, as if he had thought of something very interesting, he couldn't help turning his eyes, and said excitedly:

"Since there are no arrangements, can we move around freely? Shishi, would you like to go out with me?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Shiqing resolutely refused:

"No, I want to study."

Yu Zhen: "???"

She widened her eyes, looked at Li Shiqing as if she was looking at an alien, got up from the chair, raised her hand and touched Li Shiqing's forehead, with a confused expression on her face:

"I don't even have a fever. How can this kid talk nonsense?"

The backhand patted Yuzhen's palm, and Li Shiqing glanced at her helplessly:
"It's almost done. Do you think they all came from a music school like you? I majored in liberal arts, and I didn't know anything about music theory before. I can't just let you take me to fly every time, right?"

Yu Zhen chuckled, and pasted it with her backhand:
"Shishi works so hard, come, give me a kiss, mua~"

Subconsciously avoiding Yu Zhen's mouth, Li Shiqing looked disgusted:

"Hey, are you disgusting?"

Not caring about Li Shiqing's disgusted expression at all, Yu Zhen said carelessly: "It's disgusting, but seeing that you are more disgusting than me, I don't feel disgusted at all, but feel very happy."

Seeing the other party's serious face, Li Shiqing's expression froze slightly, and then she took a deep breath:

"Yu Zhen, don't worry, I will let you eat sweet tofu nao tomorrow."

After the words fell, Yu Zhen turned pale with shock, and quickly jumped out from Li Shiqing's side, pointing at him with her finger:

"Shishi, you woman is so vicious!"

Not far away, watching the two people playing and playing, the raw fan who was drinking millet porridge was a little helpless:

"Hey, stop making trouble, pay attention to the impact, the camera next to it is shooting, and can you two think about these people other than me? Many of them are young men."

It is too exciting for young people nowadays to see two big girls who are like flowers and jade in the early morning.

Sheng Fan didn't care about Yu Zhen, but Li Shiqing next to him was different. Nothing happened to this little ancestor.

On the other side, Yu Zhen found a loophole in the words of the students.

He frowned, with a strange look on his face, with a malicious look:
"Shengfan, why did you get rid of you? Are you afraid of your sister-in-law?"

With a cold snort, the millet porridge in front of him just drank the momentum of 30-year-old Wuliangye, and Sheng Fan put on a confident look:

"Let me tell you, don't make trouble, call uncle honestly, and I'm not afraid of my wife, I just respect my wife, you have to understand the difference between the two."

After the voice fell, seeing Shengban's serious look, the restaurant was instantly filled with cheerful voices.