"Brother Yu, this is not appropriate..." Yuan Shao frowned.
"It's okay. It's vacation now. There aren't many people in the dormitory." Yu Chengfei said, "Go, Mouse, have a good rest."
"Okay." Yuan Shao whispered, "Lower your head, walk forward, don't talk, and don't turn your head!"
I thought it was nothing, but after Young Master Yuan said that, I felt a little uneasy: "Why do you sound so scary?"
"The 12-word mantra for surviving in the vocational college dormitory for male students." Meng Liang said with a smile, "Go ahead, Haozi, experience it in advance."
I asked for the specific address, got up and left the Internet cafe, but I was still a little nervous. The Vocational College and the City High School were separated by only a wall, and the wall was not very high, so when I was at the City High School, I could see the buildings in the Vocational College, and I was sure which one was the boys' dormitory. It was still during the holidays, and it was late at night. The campus of the Vocational College was empty, and there was no one around, but I still couldn't help feeling a little nervous, but also a little excited. Chengnan Vocational and Technical College, a school with more hooligans than dogs, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to fight your way out here and reach the top of the hooligans in the Vocational College!
According to Ma Wulong, the gangsters in society also have their eyes on this school, and often pull potential students to join their gangs. It can be said that this is the cradle and base for cultivating criminals. Many well-known gangsters in society come from this school. Walking in it, I actually felt like a pilgrimage. This mentality is really weird. It should be despised, right?
I found the boys' dormitory and walked in. Following the twelve-word mantra that Yuan Shao told me, I lowered my head and walked forward... The dormitory building was lifeless and seemed empty, but beer bottles, cigarette boxes, and garbage were piled up like small hills. It seemed that no one was there. I breathed a sigh of relief. The students of the vocational college would go home during the holidays. I dared to look up. The boys' dormitory of the vocational college was no different from the dormitories of other schools. It was just a corridor with dozens of dormitories.
I had just taken two steps when I heard a shrill scream. I didn't know which dormitory it came from, let alone which corridor it came from! This scream was ten thousand times more miserable than all the screams I had ever heard combined, and it made my scalp numb. I stopped walking, and my legs began to tremble slightly. After that scream, it fell into silence again.
In the dim light and empty corridor, my sweat is already dripping.
Finally, I walked forward, step by step. This time, I lowered my head firmly, determined not to see anything.
At this moment, another shrill scream was heard. The scream seemed to be right next to my ear, and this time I heard it clearly. The scream came from the corridor where I was, and from one of the dormitories not far in front of me!
I looked up and saw that there was a light on in a dormitory two doors away, and some unbridled laughter came from inside.
My breathing became heavier. Yu Chengfei's dormitory was still a little further ahead. To get there, I had to pass the dormitory with laughter and lights on. I raised my foot, but hesitated to step down. Another shrill scream came, and the laughter became more wanton. Screams and laughter are two incompatible sounds, but at this moment they blended together perfectly, as if the more shrill the screams, the louder the laughter. Who on earth is so unscrupulous that he can still make such a cheerful and wanton laugh after hearing such a shrill scream?
I suddenly felt a sense of curiosity, which overwhelmed my fear and urged me to keep going. When I passed the dormitory with the lights on, the shrill screams rang out again, and I turned my head to look over as a conditioned reflex.
A student knelt on the ground, and four or five people held his arms so that his hands could be placed flat on the table. Beside the table stood a student as majestic as a mountain, with a cigarette in his mouth and a fierce look in his eyes. He held a folding stool in his hand and smashed it hard at the hand.
Bad Youth
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