Dense Fog

Here Lin Wu "watches the moon and sings high", but there Ren Feiyu looks sad at the phone: "What's the matter?"

"What's wrong?" Li Junchi saw that he had been tinkering with the phone all night, "The phone is broken?"

"No." Ren Feiyu was suffocated for a long time, and still asked his roommates for help. "You said, if someone gives you a WeChat ID, but he hasn't responded after sending a friend application, why?"

Li Junchi said: "That's because people don't want to add you."

Xia Yang cut into the discussion strongly: "I don't want to add another number to the line, and if I give it, I pretend to be cold, what a gadget!" He most despises this kind of thing.

"Don't say that," Ren Feiyu gave Jiang Tan a reason in his mind all night. "Maybe his mobile phone is out of power, or it's muted and didn't pay attention, or he can't start an online battle..."

Li Junchi: "You can hypnotize yourself."

The last struggling light in Ren Feiyu's eyes dimmed under the joint encirclement of the two roommates, and the eggplant that the whole portrait had beaten by frost quickly wilted.

Lin Wu didn't intend to express his opinion, because he could understand Ren Feiyu's desire to repay his gratitude, and, like Li Junchi and Xia Yang, he was unwilling to let Ren Feiyu catch his hot face and stick to his cold ass.

But seeing Ren Feiyu so low that his head was buried in the pillow, Lin Wu couldn't help but say to Li Junchi and Xia Yang: "You two are almost done."

He reluctantly left the window, opened the desk cabinet under his bed, reached out and touched the deepest part of it for a long time, took out a packet of potato chips, and threw it up to Ren Feiyu: "Next."

Ren Feiyu caught it, his favorite butter and honey smell, and his eyes brightened.

For a moment, his waist no longer hurts, his legs no longer hurt, the cold figure in his heart also vaguely turned into a potato chip shape. Tore open the package happily, and chewed happily: "Didn't you say you ate it all?"

Lin Wu glanced at him: "Otherwise, you can eat eight bags in one go."

There is nothing more decompressing than potato chips. If there is, it is like Ren Feiyu, two slices one bite twice as fast.

"No," Ren Feiyu suddenly put down the potato chips, leaned out most of his body and tried to reach the door of the closet under his bed, "How can there be no happy fat house water with potato chips? I remember there is a bottle of Coke... hey?"

"Daewoo—" Lin Wu, Li Junchi, and Xia Yang shouted almost at the same time.

I saw that Ren Feiyu's body was protruding too much, and the remaining hand did not grasp the upper bunk fence, and the whole person fell off so crookedly!

The accident happened so quickly that there was no time for action.

The three of them watched Ren Feiyu fall out of the upper bunk, and watched him instinctively grabbing in the middle of the air to survive, but they couldn't catch anything with the help of them, and finally landed on the ground in the center of the house.

From Ren Feiyu's upper bunk to the center of the house, there is a big diagonal line, which is a free fall motion that Galileo's coffin board cannot hold down.

What's even more incredible is that when Ren Feiyu fell out of bed, his head was down, but in the end he landed on his feet, light and steady.

The air was suddenly quiet.

Ren Feiyu, who was squatting in the middle of the room, raised his head tremblingly, with a dazed and horrified expression: "What happened just now?"

Xia Yang swallowed, and even the accent was scared into Mandarin: "You fell off the bed."

Lin Wu's eyes had never been so big in his life: "rolling, gliding, landing."

"Thief, magical thief is not scientific." Li Junchi felt that the footwashing water was cold.

At the same time, the same dormitory, Department of Mechanical Engineering, 509 bedrooms.

Ge Liang, who scrapped another piece of drawing paper, almost made the mechanical drawing work crazy: "Why do you still learn hand drawing now that you have all computer graphics!"

No one answered him.

Wang Ye is obsessed with the newly downloaded mini game, "Cats Backyard".

Jiang Tan is focusing on reading the book "Atlas of Practical Mechanisms and Installations of Mechanical Design".

Yuan Sijie chatted on WeChat: "Be good, obedient."

Ge Liang: "..."

He is too difficult.

He slapped his pencil on the table, and Ge Liang got up angrily, and uttered a loud shout: "I'm going to hand in homework tomorrow, don't you have any sense of urgency!"

Those who played games and talked on the bed, and those who read under the bed finally turned their eyes.

"You haven't finished painting yet?" Yuan Sijie's gentle voice was surprised.

"..." Ge Liang went to see those two.

The expressions in Wang Ye and Jiang Tan's eyes also mean the same thing, but there is no gentleness, neither of them can be gentle in their entire lives.

"Damn, I didn't finish painting when I was working together?" Ge Liang finally awakened to the cruel reality of his bottom, sat back on his desk angrily, but still muttered unwillingly, "When did you all draw secretly, and don't take me..."

In terms of academic performance, Ge Liang is definitely not at the bottom in the dormitory, but when he arrives at the mechanical drawing, his hands are as if they were matched later, and every part he drew seemed to be released to perfection.

Just as annoyed by this new blank piece of drawing paper, the phone rang suddenly, and it was someone in the college group @了全.

【School of Mechanical and Power Engineering】

School Office-Teacher Fu: Classmate Jiang Tan from the mechanical engineering class of the 19th grade rescued two drowning students in the swimming pool of the school at noon today. In order to commend the spirit of Jiangtan students, the college decided to give Jiangtan students a report of 2000 yuan as a reward.

"Is this an announcement?" Ge Liang heard about Jiang Tan's heroic deeds when he came back in the afternoon. Even the small video of Jiang Tan diving to save people has been circulated in the various classes of the Academy of Mechanical Engineering, but the college can respond to this. Quickly, he didn't expect it.

"I pay attention to efficiency in everything I do now." Yuan Esprit put down his phone, unscrewed it and took a sip of the slightly cool sparkling water. "Today's things are done today, who knows what will happen tomorrow."

"Yes," Ge Liang has a deep understanding of the impermanence of things. "It's rare that even Wang Ye has a girl. It's still the senior sister of Hua. I won't be surprised if anything happens."

The title of "School Flower" of the elder sister is not recognized by the male compatriots of the Institute of Mechanical Engineering. It can only be a "faculty flower". This is the real estate of the Institute of Mechanical Engineering. Whoever robs or dies, Wang Ye is his own person in the Institute of Mechanical Engineering. I promised my senior sister and barely escaped.

but-

"Hey, Wang Ye," Ge Liang was always curious about this matter, "Where do you don't like Senior Sister? You have a fair complexion and a good personality, and your grades are top-notch. If you are matched with you, you still want to help the poor?"

There was so much noise in his ears, Wang Ye paused the game, and cast an impatiently at him: "I don't like people."

Ge Liang: "..."

Yuan Esprit shrugged, "I knew it."

Wang Ye is actually very difficult to come into contact with, and he is not close to anyone. The classmates estimate that he still has half of his face and name that don't match up.

But he is different from Jiang Tan. Jiang Tan’s coldness is as cold as it is to everyone. Wang Ye’s cooling is only for "outsiders". Once he recognizes that you are a friend and a buddy, then it will be interesting and loyal, totally another. extreme.

Yuan Sijie is very fortunate that after spending more than a year in the dormitory, he, Jiang Tan, and Ge Liang have been put into the category of "owners" by Wang Ye, although the price may be "buddies ≠ people".

Ge Liang has a better understanding of Wang Ye. After all, the high school is just one school. Although they have different classes, Wang Ye, a God of War player who has played throughout the school and surrounding colleges, will be frightened even if you are separated by eight classes.

It is worth noting that he replaces the senior sister: "What the **** does senior sister show you? What is your character? Show your poor grades?"

—Ge Liang from high school walked around Wang Ye. Now Ge Liang can scream like this recklessly.

Wang Ye didn't bother to talk to him.

Yuan Sijie and Ge Liang said: "Maybe he is handsome, or he may be good in figure, or else it is his walking hormone temperament, what do you think?"

Ge Liang, who didn't have any of these items, stubbornly shook his head: "Senior sister wouldn't be so superficial. Before so many people chased her, there are handsome and rich people, have you ever been moved by Senior Sister!"

Yuan Sijie: "That's handsome than he is rich, and rich is not as handsome as him."

When the voice fell, Yuan Esprit's own cell phone rang again, this time it was a phone call.

Yuan Sijie answered immediately, and his voice became gentle for a second: "Well, here... I'll accompany you..."

Ge Liang: "..."

When he walked into this dormitory in his freshman year and saw the fierce Wang Ye, the icy lake, and the gentle and mysterious Yuan Sijie, he should know that this 509 is not his home.

Keep drawing pictures, now only homework can soothe his restless heart.

Bite the pen and the blank paper and look at each other for five minutes.

Write again.

Another five minutes.

Ge Liang's mentality completely collapsed-the more you paint, the more ugly!

Abandoning self-study, Ge Liang walked to Wang Ye's bed and took a picture of his latest failed masterpiece: "How do you paint this stuff?"

Wang Ye paused the game, picked up the "waste paper" on his body with one hand, and reached out to Ge Liang with the other.

Ge Liang immediately handed the pencil over. It was not the first time for his skillful movements and tacit cooperation.

With a few brush strokes, Wang Ye corrected the key lines that had problems, and made up the rough outline. Just now, he was ready to make fine mechanical parts, and he was instantly orderly and looked like a serious part.

It was not the first time that Ge Liang saw Wang Ye turning decaying into magic, but every time he looked at it, he still felt that such things as "talent" or "reiki" really existed.

In his freshman year, Ge Liang found out that he was drawing a map by hand. It was useless to hear the chicken dancing. Fortunately, the real practical field of mechanical engineering is basically computer software drawing. The basic course of hand drawing is also mixed. Enough. So as soon as he handed in his homework, he would catch anyone in the dormitory and ask for advice.

But the more times he found, the drawing styles of the roommates were also completely different. Jiangtan is a comparison legend. It is restored strictly one-to-one, and the accuracy is terrifying. Although Yuan Sijie also draws according to the legend, as long as the difference is not bad, it can meet the basic requirements of the operation.

Wang Ye is different from them.

Wang Ye only needs to take a look at the legend before painting, and then he will start "blind drawing"!

At first Ge Liang thought he was impatient with his own "question" and scribbled a few perfunctory strokes, but when he got the picture, although it was not as perverted as Jiang Tan, it was easy to crush Yuan Sijie, just like It seemed that the blueprint data had already been scanned into his brain.

Because of this, Wang Ye's speed in building a map is so fast that he doesn't seem to think about it.

A one-hour picture takes two hours to be as rigorous as a river pond, and 50 minutes to relax the requirements as the original Esprit, but Wang Ye only needs half an hour. Ge Liang even felt that if Wang Ye was not so impatient and willing to be more serious, it would be no problem to reach Jiang Tan's fineness, and it would not take as much time as Jiang Tan.

When he first discovered Wang Ye's skill, Ge Liang only regarded it as an ordinary skill. After all, this student is at the bottom of each subject, and it is normal to have an extremely partial subject.

Later, by chance, he saw Wang Ye's mechanical sketches on his computer, and he was really surprised.

Wang Ye’s sketches do not match their mechanical drawings at all. They are purely artistic paintings. They have both magnificent imagination and mechanical beauty. They are more like professional painting or industrial design. Works that can only be produced by big hands.

But Ge Liang didn't tell anyone about this, nor did he ask why Wang Ye should report to them for such an engineering department instead of going to those majors that allow him to paint as he pleases.

Afraid to make Wang Ye sad or embarrassed by asking what shouldn't be asked?

Do not.

Ge Liang didn't have the delicate thoughts of Yuan Sijie. He simply felt that Wang Ye should not want to say, if he asked himself, he would be easily beaten.

Wang Ye helped Ge Liang finish his homework and continued to indulge in arranging his "cat backyard."

After placing a new little toy, he found that Ge Liang hadn't left yet. He frowned and raised his head. He saw Ge Liang staring at him thoughtfully and biting the pen in his mouth.

Wang Ye didn't remember that Ge Liang had a habit of biting his pen after thinking hard, but tonight the other party seemed to have added such a new bad habit, and he was biting very persistently.

He just glanced at it.

With a sound of "click", Ge Liang gnawed the pencil off.