Demon Change the Earth

Now is the time for college freshmen to register for the semester. Some thieves gangs only pick on students like Ma Liang who are on the road alone.

Who left him alone.

But Ma Liang's parents divorced very early, and each formed a happy family. He grew up with his grandfather since he was a child.

The police came, and it was just a routine questioning. The thieves gang had already fled, and they were a mixed bag, so it was not easy to find them.

This little episode will be over soon.

In the early hours of the morning, the train pulled into Jiangcheng Railway Station.

As the capital of Xiangbei Province, Jiangcheng has a high status and popularity both in ancient times and in modern times.

Jiangcheng Railway Station was very busy, and the exit was very remote. Ma Liang followed Jiang Weixia and his father, following the flow of people, to the exit hall.

It was the day when the freshmen reported to the university, and outside the dozen or so exits, there were people holding up banners and signs to welcome freshmen.

"Xiao Ma, you and Wei Xia are fellow villagers, we need to keep in touch frequently, and I also ask you to take care of her more in the future."

"dad!"

Ma Liang nodded with a smile and said, definitely, definitely.

As soon as he left, Jiang Weixia pouted dissatisfiedly, and said to his father: "Dad, there is no such thing as you, you are not afraid that he will plot against me!"

Jiang Weixia's father chuckled and said, "I think this young man is not bad, he is very mature, educated, and not bad-looking. If he chases you, I won't object."

"Dad!!" Jiang Weixia stomped his feet in embarrassment.

"Just kidding, just kidding, take a look, where is the reception station of your school!"

Here, Ma Liang has already left the station. He came to the reception station for freshmen of Yangtze University of Science and Technology. He showed his acceptance letter. Immediately, a senior sister came up to pick up his luggage.

Ma Liang refused, followed her on the bus for receiving freshmen, waited for half an hour, and the bus drove away.

The car was already full of people, all accompanied by their parents. There was a senior in the front row who was picking up the station. One of the girls with a ponytail and a round face counted the number of people. When passing by, he asked, "Student, your parents Woolen cloth?"

Ma Liang said, "I did it myself."

Seeing his eyes lit up, the senior sister thought to herself, the quality of this freshman class is very high, and I met someone who is pleasing to the eye again.

The bus left the train station very quickly, and Jiangcheng in 2003 rushed towards us.

The car was very lively, everyone was talking and laughing, the seniors who were picking up at the station were questioned by many parents, and most of the freshmen were both excited and longing for the upcoming university life.

Only he is quiet.

Quietly looking out of the window, quietly looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city, with complicated and deep eyes, silently lost in thought.

When I arrived at the school, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning, and the weather was hot, but the main building and outside the school gate were crowded with people.

The crowds were crowded, and several tables were put together in each department, with a banner printed with the name and welcome slogan of the department.

Carrying a travel bag, Ma Liang walked to the desk of the computer department, signed for registration, and asked for a checklist for the registration process. According to the above order, without anyone accompanying him, he began to run from building to building.

The process went very smoothly. Private schools are very low-profile. From the school board to the ordinary faculty and staff, they are all fully equipped and enthusiastic.

All resources are put on the reception of new students these days.

Before 12 o'clock, Ma Liang completed the formalities, received the bedding, pillows and washbasin thermos provided by the school, and got the assigned dormitory number.

Compared with other people, he is very familiar with the road. He lived in apartment No. 11 in District A for three years, and only moved out in the last year. He lived with his girlfriend for a year.

Apartment No. 11 is a red building, freshly painted,

Located in the lush forest, the sixth floor, Ma Liang's dormitory is on the fourth floor, 404, a very unlucky number.

When we arrived at the place, the door of the dormitory was open, and when we looked inside, there were quite a lot of people.

As soon as he walked in, Ma Liang introduced himself: "Hi everyone, I'm Ma Liang, Class 6, Grade 03, Department of Computer Science, my classmates and roommates."

Students and parents were all polite.

A man with eyes ran up to help him carry his bag, and Ma Liang thanked him.

A fat man was sitting on the lower bunk, knocking sunflower seeds, and said to him: "The school has already allocated the beds, you are lucky, here, it is that one."

The fat man was referring to the lower berth by the window on the right.

The dormitory has four beds in bunk beds for eight people. There is a desk in the innermost part by the window, and a 21-inch color TV is placed on the desk. As for air conditioners and bathrooms, there is no such thing.

There is also a phone, which requires an old-fashioned phone card to use. When he came in, there was a greasy guy lying on the bed holding the phone, chatting on the phone very gently.

In addition to him, six people have come to the dormitory, and several parents are busy, making beds, hanging mosquito nets, shopping... It is very lively.

The same goes for other dormitories.

Ma Liang didn't bother to hang up the mosquito net by himself. He simply made the bed, took off his shoes and fell on it.

Waiting for the parents to leave, the man with glasses who helped Ma Liang with his things carefully closed the door and window, took out a pack of cigarettes, and shouted: "It's killing me, whoever smokes, whoever smokes! ?”

Ma Liang remembered, this boy seems to be called Song Shibo, and it has been more than ten years, and this is the only vague impression.

Looking at the name on his bed again, it really is!

Five of the six smoked, except the one who was talking on the phone.

Ma Liang took the cigarette and said thank you, Song Shibo patted him on the shoulder reproachfully, and said, "I said, old horse, why are you so polite? It's over, it's over!"

"Yeah, we're all brothers in the same dormitory, being polite is a gift," the fat man echoed, spitting out melon seeds.

"Everyone, let me introduce myself first." A boy with freckles said in an authentic dialect of the capital, "I am Wang Fei, from Shangjing, Manchu."

"Wait, you wait first!" Fatty stopped eating melon seeds, "Shangjing, Manchu? How dare we have a Baqi boy in our dormitory?"

Wang Fei chuckled, raised his chin, and said, "My ancestors were inlaid with yellow flags, and their old surname was Yehenala."

"I know this, I know!" Song Shibo pointed at Wang Fei and shouted, "The old witch Cixi is Yehenara!"