When Wang Xiaohai returned to the dormitory, Yunmei had already gone out.
He had no choice but to lie on the bed and turn on the TV to watch Qingliu News.
A news anchor in formal attire appeared on the screen. She straightened the script on her desk and spoke into the microphone, "News report: Protests at Qingliu University are still ongoing. The university has announced that they have signed an agreement not to compensate the deceased students. Vice President Zhang of the Bullet Group has stated that they will compensate the deceased students. Please maintain confidence in the Bullet Group's aerospace and maritime industries. Currently, the Bullet Group's stock price has stopped falling and is slowly recovering. Here are the details."
The TV screen switched to show a high-altitude aerial shot of the fifth district of Qingliu University, giving close-up shots of many parents in white clothes below, and then an off-site host with a microphone interviewed these parents who had lost their children.
The screen changed again, showing the mayor of Qingliu City leading a team of city government officials touring the hull production workshop of the Bullet Group. As they walked, they had a cordial conversation with Vice President Zhang of the Bullet Group. At this time, several comments scrolled across the screen:
"Such boring news, hurry up and finish it, I want to watch Vomit Singer 102."
"Die for the Bullet Group! Mayor Qingliu is colluding with officials and businessmen of the Bullet Group!"
"I'll tell you a secret. If you rotate the TV 90 degrees just now, you can see the female host's underwear."
"Qingliu News is seriously spouting nonsense!"
After these barrages rolled by, they were followed by rows of barrages full of curses, which scared the TV station staff so much that they immediately turned off the barrage function.
Wang Xiaohai dropped the TV, too lazy to listen to the nonsense of those people at Qingliu TV.
I should have a good sleep. I haven’t been able to sleep in bed for a long time.
Wang Xiaohai fell asleep immediately.
In his dream, he was running on a vast and boundless continent, passing through one city after another, and his body began to fly. Then he flew everywhere, over the fields, over the lake, over the mountains, freely.
"Wang Xiaohai, wake up!" Fang Fang shook Wang Xiaohai awake on the bed.
Wang Xiaohai opened his eyes.
"Is there anything urgent?" Wang Xiaohai asked.
"You've been sleeping for two days!" Fang Fang said, "I thought you were a corpse."
"Really? I've slept for so long, I thought only a short while had passed." Wang Xiaohai got up and suddenly felt a little numb in his joints, so he took a toothbrush to rinse his mouth.
"Would you like to have dinner together?" Fang Fang said.
"Dinner?" Wang Xiaohai looked out the window. It was indeed dark. "Let me take a shower first, then we'll go together."
Three minutes later, the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom.
Fang Fang was bored, so she turned on the TV. It was still the Qingliu TV News Channel that Wang Xiaohai had been watching a few days ago.
Urgent news came from the TV: Mayor Qingliu was attacked by a group of gangsters when he returned to the hotel after visiting the Bullet Group. He was seriously injured and has been admitted to the intensive care unit.
Fang Fang thought that no injury could be serious. Modern medical treatment should be able to cure it as long as the patient is not fatal. People who need to be hospitalized are generally those who are about to die of old age.
There is another possibility. Fang Fang thought of a disease that modern medicine cannot deal with, unless it is caused by evil spirits. This is incurable by medicine because the virus and bacteria cannot be found!
Just as I was thinking about it, Wang Xiaohai had already finished taking a shower and changed his clothes.
"Come on, I'll treat you to a big meal!" Wang Xiaohai said. He didn't feel hungry before taking a shower, but he felt extremely hungry after taking a shower.
Wang Xiaohai took out his phone: "Why is there a message?"
"Didn't you receive the text message sent by the campus base station?" Fang Fang said, "The quadrennial mainland university league starts in half a month."
"What league?" Wang Xiaohai asked.
"Students from all schools have the opportunity to participate in the martial arts and magic competitions. Each school must nominate ten students, and only those under 30 years old can participate," Fang Fang explained. "Previously, there was no age limit. Some schools shamelessly asked 40-year-old martial artists to return to school to retake the exams, while others even sent teachers directly."
"Do you want to participate?" Wang Xiaohai asked Fang Fang.
"How could it possibly be my turn? There are only ten people who can be recommended, and I'm ranked outside the top thousand magicians in school." Fang Fang said, "I have to work hard, otherwise I'll only be able to use fire magic to work in a thermal power station, acting as a human generator."
"Is it so miserable? Will a fire magician really work in a thermal power plant?" Wang Xiaohai couldn't help laughing.
"There are even worse ones. Water magicians with poor grades can only work in laundry shops after graduation. They use water magic to stir clothes and detergent every day, working fifteen hours a day. They are tired like dogs and the salary is low!" Fang Fang said.
The two walked out of the dormitory while talking.
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