Zhao Sun returned to her dormitory.
He threw the three rolls of garbage bags from his pocket toward Liu Jie, who was lying dead on the bed.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Liu Jie asked, puzzled.
Zhao Xun took off his hood, sat back down, and turned on his computer.
"Garbage bags, they're for you to put yourself in."
"…climb!"
After unwrapping a lollipop, Zhao Sun put on his headphones and started browsing the web.
He was distracted by Ma Jiaojiao's situation on his way back to the dorm, and he completely forgot about the person he was supposed to be arguing with.
Zhao Xun was about to reply when he took off his headphones and asked Hao Zhangwen, who was sitting behind him:
"Fatty, where's Lao Bei?"
"Isn't he going to see his uncle?"
Hao Zhangwen said, "Are you stupid? You were in the dorm when he left."
"Oh," Zhao Xun said, having forgotten about that.
If Lao Bei were here, I could tell him about Ma Jiaojiao.
But since he's on a date with his father, there's no need to bother him.
Zhao Xun decided to put the matter aside for the time being.
After thinking for a moment, he asked again:
"Fatty, what do you think is the probability that I'll run into the same girl twice in a row at school?"
"...Is this a question a Jiangnan University student should ask? Especially an engineering student. You should at least explain this 'continuous' concept to me clearly, right? Two days or three days—"
As Hao Zhangwen spoke, he paused the activity of farming stamina in the mobile game for the time being. He turned around and asked, "What's wrong, Sun'er? Did you encounter a ghost in broad daylight?"
Zhao Sun rolled her eyes.
Hao Zhangwen then said with a smile, "Hey, you really shouldn't disbelieve me. It's so overcast today, you can't even see your shadow, it might actually be easy..."
Zhao Xun interrupted mercilessly:
"If you say that to Lao Bei, he'll have another reason to go to our uncle's place and ask for a hug."
"Don't panic. If you're scared, Dad can give you a hug."
Hao Zhangwen opened his chest, displaying his manly strength.
Zhao Xun lifted his manly ankle.
Hao Zhangwen turned around and started farming stamina on his own.
When the dormitory returned to quiet, Liu Jie, who had been lying there like a corpse, suddenly started making a lot of noise:
"Hey, the three-line love letter contest has begun—"
"No, Jay, it's about art and literature."
Fatty Hao said, "You're still interested in this kind of thing?"
"Chen Dan told me," Liu Jie said, pointing to his phone screen.
"Then why don't you go and participate?" Fatty Hao said again.
"Why would I participate in this stuff?" Liu Jie scoffed.
Fatty Hao: "...Chen Dan really wasted her breath talking to you."
Liu Jie was puzzled:
"Hey, I'll vote for her later—your brother Jie wouldn't be so stingy!"
Fatty Hao shook his head helplessly: "I don't envy Laobei or Qian, I envy Brother Jie every day."
Sometimes I really think that since Lao Bei can be with Ji Xuemei, he must have some talent. Not to mention the "Landscape Painting", he could at least write a little poem when he confessed.
He still accompanies his junior sister Ji on walks.
…But, Brother Jie?
he?
Why! ?
Why!?
Hao Zhangwen thought about Chen Dan.
My uncle is a good girl, so he contributed his share.
The daughter-in-law is a good girl. Although she feels that Ah Jie, the second son, is far inferior to Lao Bei, the eldest son, and that he is unworthy, she was, after all, the daughter-in-law herself chose him… Fatty Hao then asked:
"Why don't you ask Chen Dan if it's possible to earn extra credits?"
Liu Jie typed in the input, then exclaimed in surprise:
"Wow, they really can! I definitely have to participate. Credits aren't important; I just want to show off my writing skills—what's a three-line love letter?"
Hao Zhangwen clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and exclaimed in admiration:
"What excellent writing!"
"Don't look down on your brother Jie. You can just Google this little thing. Hey, look, a three-line love letter generator...tsk tsk, damn, it requires VIP. Baidu is full of ads. Bing! Start it!"
After a series of actions and some stammering "uh-huhs" and "ah-ahs," Liu Jie said, "I've completely figured it out.jpg. Hehe, I can make you a song right away."
"Go ahead and do it," Hao Zhangwen said calmly. "I want to see what you're really made of."
"Uh-huh-"
Liu Jie began singing in a theatrical style: "The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing about me, I am everywhere on maple leaves and snowflakes, and you are thinking of me—wait?"
After he finished reading, he scratched his head in great confusion.
"It was copied, wasn't it?" Hao Zhangwen said.
"...How did you know?" Liu Jie asked.
"You said you were going to write a poem about appreciating the moon, but don't just blurt out 'The bright moonlight shines before my bed,' okay?"
Hao Zhangwen meant that this "three-line love poem" was too famous.
"All writing under heaven is plagiarism!"
After being exposed, Liu Jie stopped pretending and asked, "If it's a three-line poem, why are there four lines?"
The most speechless thing in the world is having to explain a lame joke.
What's even more frustrating than explaining a lame joke is having to explain "romance".
What's even more speechless than explaining "romance" is that Hao Zhangwen wants to explain "romance" to an idiot guy.
"Because the last line does not exist."
"Doesn't exist? I clearly saw it."
"Because a three-line love poem does not have a fourth line, the phrase 'You miss me' does not exist."
Hao Zhangwen said that he saw that Brother Jie seemed to have just woken up from a dream and was a little dazed, so he used a more effective way of explaining: "Brother Jie, you don't understand, do you?"
“…Who said that? I understand! I understand completely!” Liu Jie said.
See, it's incredibly effective.
Hao Zhangwen sighed inwardly and didn't bother to say anything more.
Liu Jie was left scratching his head in frustration:
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