MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!!-Chapter 89

Ji Tong, who wandered to the door of dormitory 701, happened to hear them discussing the number of classes and auditors. Guessing that the people in this dormitory should be in the same class as him, he paused, and was immediately stopped by the boys in the room.

He immediately shook his head: "No, I'm passing by."

Originally, Ji Tong wanted to say hello to these classmates in a friendly manner, but thought that they were still talking about him just now, and the scene might be a bit awkward, so he held back.

"Oh." The other party seemed a little disappointed, hesitated, and asked, "Student, what major are you in?"

Good question.

Ji Tong, who didn't want to face the embarrassing scene, was quick to think, pretending that someone was calling him at the end of the corridor, and turned his head to look over: "Here we come!"

The boy passing by the door disappeared like the wind.

The boy who spoke got up and looked out the door regretfully. He turned his head and found that the two new roommates were looking at him with strange eyes of discovering the new world, and took a step back reflexively.

"Why do you look at me like this?" The boy realized belatedly, "No, I don't like boys."

The roommate showed a clear look, and began to play tricks: "First of all, I must declare that I am not gay, I just want to strike up a conversation with others, and secondly, I am really not gay..."

The slightly reserved atmosphere among the few people suddenly became lively, and laughter came out.

"I'm really not!" The boy resisted, but the description became darker and darker, "I suddenly thought of the neighbor's younger brother who used to come to play with me when I was a child, and he leaned against the door to look at me like this, and I feel very similar. Quite cute."

"And I'm worried that this classmate is from our major. There are few girls in our department. This must be a strong competitor, right!"

"Yes, yes, don't explain, we believe it, my lovely brother next door."

"..."

The younger brother next door continued to inspect the plan of each dormitory, leaving a deep impression on many people.

Ji Tong is very familiar with the slightly loving eyes that occasionally fall on his body. He doesn't hate it, but he starts to think about whether he should change into the handsome black shirt he has collected tomorrow.

He was only sixteen years old when he was in college, and almost all his classmates regarded him as a younger brother, and he was a younger brother who needed to be treated with care.

Although they are nice people, they are separated by a few minutes, and they don't have the relaxation and wantonness of getting along with ordinary classmates, and they dare not take him to participate in any slightly stimulating activities, such as playing basketball.

This time, he didn't want to be that cautious again.

Pei Qingyuan, who was cleaning up in another bedroom, suddenly wanted to sneeze.

After walking around, Ji Tong basically knew the situation of all the boys in the class like the palm of his hand.

Including him and the host, there are a total of 14 boys in the class, most of them seem to have good personalities, and a few of them have a lot of arrogance, and it seems that they are not easy to get along with.

After all, the students who can get into the ace major of this top prestigious school are either outstandingly talented or extremely hardworking. Anyway, their grades are very good. In addition to Pei Qingyuan, there are also two or three top students in the class from different cities in the college entrance examination.

Every student has been constantly being compared from childhood to adulthood, and this group of heavenly favored children is often the winner in the comparison, and they are "other people's children" who are often used as a model.

Now that we have entered an environment full of such outstanding students, some choose to be cautiously humble, some hide their pride in their hearts, and some make no secret of it.

When Ji Tong passed the 703 dormitory, he heard the people inside talking about the host.

As the most well-known person among the freshmen in the whole class and even the whole school, Pei Qingyuan has attracted a lot of attention. In comparison, the auditor who doesn't even know his name is just specious talk.

The two boys were curiously discussing the news they saw during the holidays and this very topical freshman, just to open up the conversation and get to know each other.

"Which dormitory does that classmate live in? We didn't see him in the three connected rooms."

"I don't know, is he still here? I'm very curious about him."

"Me too, did he really make that robot himself? I saw news that some companies have already bought the license and are going to mass-produce it."

A boy with an aggressive hairstyle suddenly interjected, "How is that possible? It's just hype."

Hearing his disdainful tone, the two were startled and looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

The most striking thing about the open-mouthed boy is his hairstyle, which has obviously been well-groomed with pomade, quite firm, like a hedgehog.

Seeing that his roommates didn't answer the conversation, he didn't think it was strange, and emphasized condescendingly: "You know how to engage in marketing when you're only in high school. It's quite annoying. I hope it won't spoil the atmosphere in the class. School isn't here to learn how to do stunts."

In the silence where the two roommates didn't dare to talk, Pei Qingyuan watched the 360-degree ultra-clear video with no dead ends that Ji Tong projected on his mobile phone for him to watch, and also fell silent.

Not because of what the man said.

It's because Ji Tong's hobby of making black history videos for people has not faded at all because of his age.

Pei Qingyuan had just rejoiced for half a minute that there was no brainwashing bgm for three days this time, when he realized that it was changed to a narration.

"I hope this classmate's mouth can be as hard as his pomade."

The video frame was fixed on the expression of the man with wax who thought he knew everything. The narrator paused after saying this, and added with some embarrassment: "But his wax looks very useful."

Hearing this, Pei Qingyuan looked at Ji Tong's short fluffy hair, and remembered that when he sat in Xiaohei to go to school in the morning, he was solemnly rubbing the roots of his hair up in front of the mirror, and couldn't help saying: "Don't use pomade, this will very good."

"Really?" Ji Tong stopped frantically collecting wax tests in his mind.

"real."

After Ji Tong finished arranging his hair, he couldn't help but touch his head after a few minutes, and found that his hair was sunken, and his expression would also be sunken. He sighed softly, took out the mirror and continued to toss.

Pei Qingyuan watched all the way calmly.

Anyway, he can be distracted while driving.

Ji Tong didn't know anything about the host's psychological activities. After his skills were affirmed, he happily opened the suitcase and began to arrange his own set of bed and table.

Because it is not a bunk bed, it is actually the same which bed you choose, it is nothing more than the difference between the door or the window, and the person who arrives first chooses first.

Ji Tong chose the bed next to the balcony, and Pei Qingyuan chose the one next to him near the door.

In the middle of the dormitory is a table and an aisle, and the two empty beds on the opposite side will be occupied one after another.

The first boy who arrived was accompanied by his father. The father and son looked alike, with dark skin and a generous face.

The boy was carrying a red bucket in his hand. When he came in, he noticed that the dormitory was very clean, and asked in surprise, "Have you cleaned it already?"

Ji Tong, who was putting clothes in the cabinet, was very honest, pointing to the host who was putting books on the bookshelf: "He cleaned it."

The boy said repeatedly: "That will save trouble, thank you thank you."

His father also praised the new roommate for being very nice, and left after a while, leaving space for his son to get along with the new roommate.

"My surname is Huang, so please call me Xiao Huang." The boy said enthusiastically, "Our room seems to be a professional mixed dormitory, right? You two don't seem to be in the same class as me."

Ji Tong is keen on meeting new friends, chatting with him enthusiastically: "Yes, but why do you think we are not in the same class as you?"

The boy surnamed Huang showed a melancholy expression: "Intuition."

"We are from the School of Artificial Intelligence." Ji Tong said, "What about you?"

The boy surnamed Huang pointed to the red bucket he placed under the desk: "Guess."

Infected by Ji Tong's novelty, it was rare for Pei Qingyuan to participate in this childish guessing activity: "Art?"

He couldn't think of any major that would use such a large bucket, perhaps an art department that needed to clean brushes.

The boy surnamed Huang smiled, with a hint of sadness in his smile: "I am very moved by your guess."

Before Pei Qingyuan figured out the meaning of his words, Ji Tong beside him who quickly searched in his mind said decisively: "Civil engineering!"

If a boy surnamed Huang meets a bosom friend, he answers excitedly: "Run away with a bucket!"

Pei Qingyuan: ...

Ji Tong, who has a data search function like cheating, can open a conversation with anyone in an instant as long as he wants.

After a few minutes, Ji Tong became as close as an old friend to this classmate Huang whose full name was not known yet.

"Isn't carrying a bucket a joke that you only make when you enter the construction site after graduation?" Ji Tong asked curiously, "Why did you buy the bucket so early?"

"My dad passed it on to me, saying that he had done many projects with him." Huang said calmly, "He said that I should get used to the existence of this bucket earlier. After graduation, the psychological quality alone can compare Others are much stronger."

Huang's father's dark and shiny complexion immediately became great, and Ji Tong couldn't help admiring him: "Your father works so hard, but he is still willing to let you join this silently giving industry. He really has a spirit of dedication."

Huang made a rational analysis: "Maybe I am not his own."

Ji Tong couldn't stop laughing: "If you say that, your mother will beat you up."

"She did." Classmate Huang sighed, "But it was my dad who asked him why he passed on the gene of being addicted to construction sites to me."

"So what's your name? Huang Gongdi?"

"...cough, let's change the subject, why don't you guess what the fourth brother's major is?"

Pei Qingyuan listened to the cross talk for half an hour for free until the last roommate came in.

This roommate looked normal, without a bucket or pomade, and was sent over by his parents who looked like intellectuals.

He greeted everyone politely: "Hello, my name is Cui Yinan, from the Department of Physics."

Cui Yinan and his parents looked very serious, especially the middle-aged couple with a very scholarly temperament. They hoped that everyone would get along with each other in a very serious tone, which made Ji Tong and Huang, who had been chatting happily, subconsciously restrain themselves.

After his parents left, Cui Yinan breathed a sigh of relief, pushed his glasses, and said to his new roommates: "My parents are gone, you can relax."

Huang tried to relax: "Your parents are really strong."

Ji Tong also tried to relax: "You are good at physics."

Physics, a highly theoretical major, makes people feel overwhelmed just by listening.

"It's okay." Cui Yinan nodded, and suddenly said, "It's okay, don't be tense, the divination shows that my fortune is good today, and I feel like a fish in water, and my roommates should be very fun."

Ji Tong & Pei Qingyuan & Classmate Huang: ...?

Why the sudden switch from physics to metaphysics?

Cui Yinan read their mood at the moment from the eyes of his roommates, and explained calmly: "It is said that the end of science is metaphysics, and I guess I can't touch the end of science, so I should prepare metaphysics in advance and grasp it with both hands. Both hands must be hard."

"If you need it, I can help you calculate your fortune for free." Cui Yinan said, "I can read faces and palms. Oh, by the way, if you like Western flavors, I can also read tarot cards."

After a brief silence full of exclamation marks, Huang was the first to raise his hand, and said with admiration: "Can you count my luck for me?"

"Yes." Cui Yinan's eyes slowly swept over the three roommates, and said sincerely, "But there is a scientific conclusion that if you often stay with the two of them, you may have a harder time meeting luck."

"I understand, but people always have hope in their lives." Huang was not discouraged at all, "Let's forget about science, let's take a look at metaphysics."

Cui Yinan pushed his glasses again: "No wonder you dare to learn civil engineering, you were born for civil engineering."

"Physics suits you very well." Student Huang urged impatiently, "That's enough bro, we're almost done with each other, so help me do the math."

The bedroom was filled with a cheerful air again.

A funny engineering guy who is keen on blackmailing himself, and a superficially serious physicist.

Ji Tong likes these two new roommates very much. Originally, he was a little worried that meeting someone with the personality of the wax-haired man would lead to an embarrassing situation where the supposedly happy dormitory students would not move around.

Fortunately, fate is often very generous to him.

Pei Qingyuan is also very satisfied with these two new roommates, because Ji Tong is always amused when chatting with them.

Moreover, the appearance and dressing style of these two roommates are not in Ji Tong's aesthetic point at all.

very safe.

The morning time passed quickly while chatting and tidying up. At noon, everyone was going to go to the cafeteria to eat together. In the afternoon, each major had different arrangements. Ji Tong and Pei Qingyuan were going to attend the class meeting of their major to meet the head teacher, teaching assistants and the whole class. .

Before going to lunch, classmate Huang took Cui Yinan to try all the methods of the horoscope Tarot, and the result of the calculation was still that he would not have to think about falling in love in the short term.

Huang couldn't believe it: "I don't want to question your professional level... But is it possible that the calculation is not very accurate?"

Cui Yinan was very generous: "How about I do the math for them?"

Classmate Huang wanted to say that the two of them can see that the peach blossoms must be prosperous without counting, but Ji Tong said without hesitation: "Okay, okay, help my brother calculate the love luck!"

Pei Qingyuan didn't believe this at first, but when he heard Ji Tong talk about love luck, he reported his horoscope to Cui Yinan by mistake, and drew a tarot card as he said.

After hearing the horoscope, Cui Yinan gasped, "It's Zhengyuan Peach Blossom."

"What does that mean?" Ji Tong is more active than Pei Qingyuan.

"To put it simply, it indicates that the destination of the relationship will be very happy. There may be a little twists and turns in the process of pursuit, but it will definitely be a good story in the end, and it will be a very good peach blossom."

Cui Yinan skillfully walks between Chinese and Western: "Combined with the Tarot fortune, your emotional fortune is about to or has already begun. This period of twists and turns must exist, and you are the one who is frustrated. I never thought that you would need to chase someone..."

Classmate Huang showed a nonsense expression, which surprised Pei Qingyuan.

He couldn't help but look at the people around him.

Following Cui Yinan's words, Ji Tong's eyes widened slightly, and he listened intently, the flashing light in his pupils was extraordinarily bright.

Pei Qingyuan's heart suddenly moved, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Ji Tong excitedly say: "I'm going to sign up for the bakery club!"

"..." Pei Qingyuan gave up his fantasy and began to believe Cui Shengun's words, "Don't go."