One night, a lights-out signal came out from the radio, and all the lights in the student dormitory building went out. The principal said that everyone was fine , leaving only a dark void.
"Sleep, sleep!" the dormitory administrator shouted seriously several times, and the rough voice lingered in the corridor.
The cold moonlight shone in, making dormitory 102 feel a bit cold. Wensong shook his arms and sighed: "Oh! I'm so tired!"
"That's right! I don't know what the principal is doing. Military training has just started now. I thought he forgot about it?" Li Er sat on the bed and clasped his sweaty feet.
"I'm sleeping, didn't you hear me? What are you making a fuss about? Damn it!" Fatty Zhou on the upper bunk cursed in a low voice, quite authoritative.
His father is the director, so he is very arrogant. The roommates dared not speak out in anger, and slowly became quiet.
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"Who stole my saliva chicken?" Fatty Zhou suddenly sat up and said angrily. He would buy a bag of saliva chicken every day and put it next to his bed, waiting to enjoy it slowly after nightfall.
Li Er and Wen Song both stared at Sun Zhi who did not hesitate to speak.
Sun Zhi was a poor student and ate steamed buns with pickles every day. Could it be that today was a military training day and he ate it secretly because he was really hungry? As for the two of them, their family background was relatively good and they would not secretly eat a pack of saliva chicken.
Sun Zhi stammered quickly: "No, it's not me, I…I didn't."
"No?" Fatty Zhou jumped off the bed, looking back and forth among the three of them. Suddenly he slapped his palm on the table and said angrily: "Please give me a pen!"
"Huhu~" Numerous tree shadows bared their teeth and claws in the house, like demons who were addicted to humans.
Under the pressure of Fatty Zhou, the three of them sat around the table unwillingly. Sun Zhi was trembling all over and his eyes were evasive.
Fatty Zhou watched closely from the side, thinking: How should he punish the thief who stole the food? Should he be beaten severely, or should he be extorted heavily?
The three of them connected their hands, closed their eyes tightly, and chanted silently: "Bi Xian…Bi Xian…Come quickly…!"
A gust of cold wind blew by, and several people suddenly felt a chill on their backs, and a feeling of being spied on arose spontaneously.
Wen Song opened his eyes, pretending to be calm and said: "Excuse me, Pen Master, did I eat it secretly?" There was a burst of irregular scribbling on the pen on the table.
Li Er also opened his eyes and said, "Did I steal the food?" He was still scribbling.
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Now the answer was about to come out. The fat man stared at Principal Sun Zhi fiercely and said that he was fine , as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Sun Zhi was sweating profusely and said in a trembling voice: "Please…please ask Master Bixian…did…I eat it secretly?" The pen on the table was still scribbling.
"Who ate it secretly?" Fatty stared at Bixian in disbelief and asked.
The pen on the table suddenly trembled, and he quickly wrote a line.
Fatty Zhou hurriedly stretched his head to look, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"What the hell do you think I ate?"
The four of them were stunned…