Awakening Day Collection

Chapter 8: Night of the Dead (1)
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Intense and majestic dog barking sounded, at first it was just a dog barking, and then more and more of the same kind joined the chorus.Listening to the sound, it seems that there are more than a dozen dogs biting and barking together, and one can almost picture the chaotic scene of the dog's hair flying around in one's mind.

After more than a minute, the barking of the dog stopped briefly, and then started barking again from the first dog. This is the alarm clock ringing and repeating.A hand stretched out from under the bed, picked up the phone from the pillow, pressed the alarm clock, and the tragic dog barking stopped abruptly.Feng Si got out of the quilt, yawned, and shook his head with his eyes closed, apparently still sound asleep.

After a while, he seemed to come back to his senses, slowly climbed down from the upper bunk, sat in front of the computer desk, tapped on the keyboard, and turned on the computer.A self-edited online game plug-in program is displayed on the computer, and it is using the offline plug-in method of the virtual mobile phone environment to run hundreds of mobile game accounts at the same time.

The system time in the lower right corner of the screen is 11:03 a.m., which is the time when Feng Si uses the plug-in to register a bunch of accounts in batches for free.This kind of card game is not changing the medicine, and it is essentially team competition data. This mobile game is based on contemporary football. The feature is to strengthen your team combination by drawing different star cards. If you spend money Ten yuan is drawn once. If you don’t spend money, each account has a chance to draw for free every day.

The plug-in quickly gave back the results of today's "drawing generals". From 117 accounts, a total of 112 green generals and 5 purple generals were drawn.Fens looked at the list of purple generals and muttered words: "Van Persie... is worthless; Ozil...is worthless; Iniesta... is worth 20 yuan; Ibrahimovic...is worthless; Ronaldo... is worth 50 yuan Money. Damn, I haven't seen Macy in a week, so shameless."

This game has attracted a lot of players, but the process of drawing generals is very torturous. Some people spend thousands of dollars and can’t get satisfactory generals, so they smash their phones in anger, so Feng Si saw the opportunity and started selling accounts business.He registered hundreds of accounts for free daily draws. If he draws a more useful purple general, he can sell this account through the online game trading platform for RMB, which is the so-called sale of "starting number".Of course, this is a game after all, the strength of the star card in the game is not exactly equal to the strength of the star in the real world, the formation of the price of the star card depends entirely on whether it is easy to use in the game, such as Van Persie and Ozil on the court. Bamian, the skills he has in the game are not easy to use. They can only be called "waste purple" and cannot be sold at all.But even though Fons complained that he didn't see the most valuable Messi, Ronaldo, who could sell for 50 yuan, was actually considered a profit this day.

After hanging up the accounts of Iniesta and Ronaldo on the trading platform, Fons went to the bathroom sleepily to wash up.He is the only one left in this university dormitory that can accommodate four people. The other roommates have all gone to class obediently, and for Fons, class is abnormal.

Feng Si is a student of this well-known domestic science and technology university, and he is in the first semester of his freshman year, which is known as the verge of corruption.It stands to reason that college students usually start skipping classes and playing games from their sophomore year, but Feng Si is so talented and bold, he started skipping classes half a month after entering school, and after another month, he moved his computer into the dormitory—— —According to school regulations, freshmen in the first semester are not allowed to purchase computers.The grade counselor called the door, intending to reprimand this arrogant brat, but Feng Si's words made him speechless.

"My parents are dead, so I must have some means of earning a living, or I will use your meal card for meals in the future?" Feng Si said.

When this tragic card was played out, the counselor's prepared basket of lectures was immediately suppressed.After a long time, he blinked unwillingly: "But how do you make a living with a computer? I'm worried that you will lose your mind and be addicted to games."

"Don't worry, I haven't even applied for a student loan, so I've already made up my mind." Feng Si smirked.

Fons wasn't bragging. Using computers and the Internet, he did earn tuition and living expenses for himself.Playing money in online games is only part of it, and he has many other tricks.

After washing, he went back to the computer, opened the browser to enter Weibo, and began to type in the input box. While typing on the keyboard, there was a mocking smile of "I'm just lying to a fool" on the corner of his mouth: "The so-called vigorous shocking world Love is just the fantasy of young people who are not deeply involved in the world. Love is nothing more than the long-term watch of two people. The flowers bloom and fade, and the mist and rain are lightly watched. It does not need blazing flames to burn, but only needs the patience and tenacity of water dripping through stone. Lin Yutang. Follow @爱情诗言Recorded, to obtain the true love maxim that cleanses the soul."

After typing, he added a picture of elegant violets found on the Internet, and clicked send. Five minutes later, this Weibo had been forwarded nearly 5 times. At this time, a private message prompt popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.

"Wake up? I saw you posted a new Weibo."

"uh-huh."

"Come to the third canteen for dinner. Next week is the midterm exam, it's time to draw the key points."

"Don't go to the third canteen, I'm tired of eating, go to the seventh canteen and eat a small hot pot."

"Okay. See you in half an hour."

Half an hour later, Feng Si came to the canteen No. [-], which has a good reputation and a little expensive price in the school. The study committee member of the same class, Wen Xiaolan, was already sitting at a dining table waiting for him.Unlike the study committee members in people's impressions, Wen Xiaolan has a good-looking face, full of youthful vigor, and the two long legs exposed under the short skirt inevitably make passing boys take a second look secretly.Feng Si and Wen Xiaolan used to be classmates in junior high school, but they didn't go to the same school in high school. They didn't expect to enter the same major when they went to college. It's a bit of fate.

"Be careful not to run away," Feng Si sat down at the table after ordering a small hot pot, "The ratio of male to female in our school is seven to one, and you are always surrounded by wolves."

"Do you think everyone is as wretched as you?" Wen Xiaolan curled her lips, "Look at what Weibo you posted just now? You are really wicked, you can just make up these nonsense stuff all day long, and you have to pull it Lin Yutang lay on the gun."

"If the world was full of smart people like me, making up those jokes would be of no use." Feng Si chuckled, "But the world is made up of idiots, that's why my account has accumulated nearly 100 million fans. One ad can make hundreds of thousands. That's called life wisdom, God bless the fool."

"I can't say it to you, so do whatever you want," Wen Xiaolan spread her hands helplessly, "At least you can support yourself, which is better than 90.00% of the [-] students in this school."

"Actually, it's not that difficult to create a marketing Weibo account," Feng Si looked at Wen Xiaolan's face and made a scrutiny, "Although you are a bit stupid, you have a bit of breasts anyway, and your face is not scary enough. Take a few sexy photos of yourself every day, and I will help you forward more, 'Large-scale private room photos of college flowers', after a month or two, there will be many fans..."

"You're stupid! You're the one taking sexy selfies!" Wen Xiaolan stepped on Feng Si's foot.

After chatting for a while, the small hot pot was ready. Feng Si brought the steaming hot pot back from the window and ate it unceremoniously, but quickly raised his head again: "Why don't you eat it? Why are you pretending to be a lady in front of me?" ?”

"I... I have something to tell you." Wen Xiaolan looked a little hesitant.

"If it's a confession, it's not a good time to sit in the school cafeteria and face a pot of beef with 30 yuan enoki mushroom." Feng Si grinned.

"I'm serious with you." Wen Xiaolan didn't smile or get angry, but there was some hesitation between her brows, "This morning... I seem to have seen your father."

Feng Si slowly put down his chopsticks, and the sneering and lazy smile that had been hanging on his face disappeared, replaced by a complex expression, mixed with anger, contempt, hatred, sadness and other emotions.But the expression disappeared in a flash, and a smile appeared on his face again, and he asked in a very relaxed tone: "Could I have read it wrong? He should still be in his hometown, why did he come to Beijing?"

The hometown of the two is a small city in a southwestern province, which is nearly 30 hours' drive from Beijing.

"I only saw him in the corridor during the break in the first class," Wen Xiaolan said. "He was walking with the vice principal in charge of the school's infrastructure. Although I only saw his profile, the robes It's obvious that there aren't many people walking down the street in Taoist robes like your father these days."

"That's true, and it's more like walking with the vice principal of Guan Jijian," Feng Si nodded. "Isn't the school going to build a new gymnasium recently? It's called the 'No. He came here based on Feng Shui. But you can really recognize people, I can't even remember what the current principal is like."

"A national key university of science and engineering, asked a Taoist priest to come to see Fengshui..." Wen Xiaolan shook her head, not knowing what to say.

"And he's a fake Taoist... You don't have to worry about my face, you know that's what I despise the most." Feng Si said lightly, "Otherwise, what would I do to earn money and support myself?"

"Then will you go to see your father?" Wen Xiaolan asked.

"Of course I don't want to see him, but since he's here, he will definitely want to see me," Feng Si shrugged, "It's a disaster, so I'll see you."

"Let me say something, don't be angry," Wen Xiaolan said in a low voice hesitantly, "Actually, I think it's been so many years, why are you still obsessed with it? No matter what, he is also Your biological father."

"Don't worry, I won't be angry," Feng Si said, and patted Wen Xiaolan's head like a cat or dog. This intimate gesture immediately attracted a lot of jealous eyes from around, "You are still young, If you don’t understand the dangers of the world, you will gradually understand.”

Wen Xiaolan didn't answer, nor did she avoid Feng Si's hand, but just looked at him with some melancholy.

two

This day was Tuesday, and there were no courses arranged by the department on Tuesday afternoon of this semester, so Fons put the physical education elective in this time slot.He took basketball class as an elective. After the basic course was finished, the teacher arranged for teams to play games.

Feng Si is more than 1.8 meters tall, and his body is not thin, but he plays basketball with a very elegant or lazy style.He neither likes to play hard against the opponent's big man in the paint, nor does he like to break through with the ball in search of physical contact, but likes to float outside the three-second zone and make long-range shots.His shooting skills are good, his hit rate is almost [-]%, which is pretty good in low-confrontation amateur basketball, but the physical education teacher is very dissatisfied and keeps shouting.

"Big man! Big man!" the physical education teacher called Fons, "Stay inside! You should be a pillar!"

The physical education teacher is a person who has received professional basketball training. It is said that he has also been in the national youth team before, so the requirements for the game are the same as the famous basketball commentator surnamed Zhang in my country, and he is the most reasonable.The so-called reasonable basketball always pays attention to the inside, hoping to have a center who can occupy a low position, and then every attack will be launched from his hands to play the role of a tactical fulcrum.It's a pity that Feng Si really doesn't like too much physical confrontation. When the teacher yelled, he smiled at the teacher, took two steps inside, and "lingered" with the opponent's center; Let the teacher very helpless.But the so-called reaching out and not smiling, Feng Si always had a smile on his face, so he was not easy to lose his temper.

Fens's stable shooting rate has always kept his side in the lead, which made the opponent a little angry.During a rebound fight, the opponent's small point guard obviously couldn't pick up the rebound, so he still jumped into the air and stretched out his hand for a random shot. He missed the ball, but it hit the power forward's eyes on Fons' side.The power forward let out a strange cry and squatted on the ground covering his eyes.

The game can only be suspended.Feng Si didn't bother to mix in the gunpowder-scented mutual accusations and shoving and the physical education teacher's yelling. He stood aside and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his jersey.Putting down his jersey, he suddenly froze, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside the basketball court, looking at him from a distance through the fence.

"It's a disaster that can't be avoided..." Feng Si said to himself.

He shook his head and said a few words to the physical education teacher. The physical education teacher looked at the middle-aged man and nodded.So Feng Si left the game and walked straight to the middle-aged man, his eyes full of resistance and mockery.

"What's the matter? Why didn't you wear your fancy Taoist robes today?" Feng Si said with a smile. After saying this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and added two words in a drawn-out tone, "Father .”

The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly.He is a bit shorter than Feng Si, his hair is slightly gray, and his expression in front of Feng Si is almost humble. It is hard to imagine that this person is actually a well-known Feng Shui Yin-Yang master, and he always talks to others in a condescending tone .This is Feng Si's father, whom he has always claimed to be dead. His real name is Feng Qizhou, but people usually call him "Wangxuzi" by his Dao name.

"Don't you...don't like me wearing Taoist robes?" Feng Qizhou stammered, "That's why I wore this."

"Wearing Taoist robes can make you look like a fairy," Feng Si tilted his head, "Now you are dressed like this, like a farmer entrepreneur who has just entered the city."

As a son, such sarcasm is quite rude, but Feng Qizhou endured it silently. It seemed that Feng Si gave him a few more words and he felt better.He didn't answer Feng Si's words, but asked: "Since the semester started, you haven't written or called home, and you always don't answer my calls... How are you doing in school? "

"So-so, it doesn't matter if it's good or not." Feng Si still had a smile on his lips, but his eyes were looking away, as if he was enjoying other people's basketball game.

"Oh... as long as there is nothing wrong, as long as there is nothing wrong," Feng Qizhou took out a tissue and wiped his sweat, "Then do you lack money?"

"I can't die of hunger." Feng Si only said four words.

"If you need money, just tell me," Feng Qizhou said.

"Forget it," Feng Si waved his hand, "You killed my mother when I was short of money last time; this time I don't dare to be short of money, so as not to involve myself in it."

Feng Qizhou's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he was speechless for a long time.Feng Si glanced at him: "I heard that you were invited by the vice principal in charge of infrastructure. Is it for the purpose of building a new gymnasium?"

"No, no, at least you can't say that on the table," Feng Qizhou hurriedly said, "University officials are not allowed to engage in feudal superstition activities, so I am here this time just to help him choose a good cemetery. Of course, you can also take a look at the gymnasium... ..."

Feng Si laughed: "Curve saves the country, not bad! It's grown again. That's it, you've seen me, I'm alive and well, you go to see his cemetery and gymnasium."

"Then...will you go home this summer vacation?" Feng Qizhou mustered up the courage to ask, "You haven't been back during the Spring Festival..."

"No." Feng Si replied briefly.

Feng Qizhou was very disappointed. It seemed that he really wanted to say some words of advice, but in the end he held back.He just sighed dejectedly: "Okay, then you... take care of yourself."

"You have to take care too, Dad!" Feng Si nodded with a smile on his face, turned around and walked back to the basketball court.Behind him, Feng Qizhou kept staring at his back with pain in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)