The 7th member of the university dormitory was a fan of the game, and his $8,000 for the playbook was spent on the school term plus three months’ living expenses. The counselor and the school’s finances asked him for money every day. He was delayed every day and had been interviewed several times by the deputy secretary of the college.
During the summer, Seven told the school that he was going home to work as a farmer, called parents and told them to work at the school, went around the door to the bedroom and never left the dorm.
He worked at the Zoo’s wholesale market to sell spicy powder and went back to his bedroom every night to bring a spicy powder with a meat clamp, or he would have starved to death in bed.
According to the description of his penis, he had never seen old seven get out of bed and peed in a big Coke bottle, and the bottom of the bed was filled with a row full of bottles, which was somehow resolved; he had not seen old seven eat, eat, eat, drink, and not drink, and keep his eyes on the screen at all times.
He said that he was playing games in the morning, that he came home from work at night to see his position unchanged, that he was sometimes held in urine in the middle of the night, and that he could still see the red, yellow and green light behind his curtains.
No one in our dorms likes to be clean, and they always change the single pillows twice a semester, and the seventh is different.
Some kind of weird gray green, greasy side of the wall, sticky hair to the scalp.
As if the world outside the screen could not be a mirror moon for him, the real universe and the meaning of life existed only in games.
One day, the penis could not bear to climb to the bed and clean up his urine bottle and garbage, pointing to his nostrils and saying that it would not work.
The look of the seven eyeballs on the face of the penis seems to be able to see behind his skin the Sonitrix screen with his hands snapping on the keyboard and mouse.
The second man looked back in a rigid fashion and found that the seventh had just completed a beautiful cloning operation, that the divided network released by the three pirate ships had completely blocked the fire of four tanks and two bunkers, and that the divine forces had broken through the line of defence and that the opponent had immediately struck “gg”.
“Ah, the net’s up again. CQ 2000 you wait for me. “The old seven murmurs.
He’s had a chill, crawled out of the bed, pulled the curtain. In his words, the Seven has gone mad, and the Seven he once knew is gone.
He’s right. Two months later, Seven is really crazy. Bye, Seven.
In those years, I was so afraid to read my phone text, and when the bell rings, my mouth hurts.
After a few years of work, they barely had enough money to rent a house and buy a bus noodles, and had the courage to eat rice and cook, save two months to wash their feet, have a girlfriend who can’t afford to buy a present, spend all day in the park waiting for dark, and kiss their mouths while guard against the old lady wearing a red sar.
It’s okay if the phone rings, either the boss orders overtime, or the landlord collects rent, which is why text messages are the worst.
When college students get married, they’re embarrassed to call, they don’t talk to them for a few years, they want money. They’ll send a few long, long text messages, saying that they’ve been out of touch for a long time, remembering the past, looking at the future, analysing the international situation, discussing the future, talking about the career, talking about hundreds of words, and saying at the end of the text, “Oh, man, I’ll have a wedding at the Guolin Hotel on West Street next Saturday morning at 11:00, and I’ll give you two seats next to the stage. See you later! I’m sorry.
When I get this text message, I will go back to the rental room in a particularly calm manner, tear the floor down, put the paper on it, put pillows on the paper, climb up the desk, shout and throw my phone to the ground. “Congratulations, man, I’m going to be there with my companion” and send another one to my girlfriend, “It’s a matter of not having a room tomorrow,” and then lie on the floor crying and counting.”
So many dozen times, there’s no scratches on the cell phone, it’s breathing, it’s safe.
After a few years of poverty, my classmates were married, and I became single because my girlfriend hid her head in her clothes while she was in a tuxedo in the woods on the lakeside of the Yu Dynasty Park.
The old lady said, “Don’t think I didn’t see you. You got four legs down there. Let’s build a civilized city and pay a fine. I’m sorry.
I went through my pants hanging on a tree to find $45. The old lady had to bargain for 100, bargained for half a day, and then found five steel tarts in the side pocket of the feathers, and didn’t give a ticket. The old lady left, and I looked back and my girlfriend’s lips were frozen.
We said, “Why do you have the money to bring out the emergency, so that it freezes in bare skin?” I’m sorry.
She gave me a big mouth and said, “If I wasn’t in good shape, I wouldn’t be able to do it.” I went to Beijing at 12 degrees below four hours in a sweater to get back to the rental house.
I cried in the living room as soon as I got back, and I had a pain in my feet, and the fellow renter said, “You idiot, I’ll pay you for a cab.” I’m sorry.
I thought about it. I thought he was right. I was stupid. Poor because you’re stupid. Or the other way around.
The money is almost paid, the wages are rising, and it is assumed that the poor are over, that no one can afford it, that no one can afford it, that no one can afford it, that no one can afford to go to work, that no one can afford to buy a place to rent, that the biggest entertainment is to drink with his co-leasers, and that there are occasional hair washes, which, of course, are limited to income and cannot go on a regular basis. College students are getting less and less connected, and everyone closes their doors after marriage, and without a wedding, there’s no chance of a party.
It’s the weekend, I’m playing games in the house, and the texting rings. It’s too old to read a text, thinking it was a message from 10086, but it’s not. I caught my cell phone after a round, and I choked, and the cigarette fell on my thigh and burned a hole in my pants.
The text was sent by the class leader from college, my roommate.
Zhiqiang first made an ambiguous speech and said, “This July is the tenth anniversary of his graduation, and the class has never had a reunion since he graduated. This time, no business trips, no leave to take, no meeting at the school’s Nan Gate Ducks at 12 noon on 1 July, no family members, no car, no liver, no premeditation, no alcohol. No, no, no. I’m sorry.
Ten years.
And these two words were turned around in my stomach, and they were cold and warm, like a cold two pot’s head.
I don’t think it’s been that long since I graduated. I put my phone down and I took a look at the window, the residential buildings on the edge of the city were closed, black and white cars were parked on the street, the mobile store had pop songs, the pancakes were surrounded by people, the Hangzhou cage door.
The steam cage is so tall and the bikes twist and twist, and it’s not different from a decade ago.
Sometimes it was felt that windows had been frozen in time and that university was looking outside the school wall from the windows of the dormitory building, which was also seen in dense buildings, crowded cars, steam in the white of the steam of the steam cages, between the windows, and between the faces of the floors for 10 years.
Zhiqiang was the first of my classmates to get married, and I was paid a trainee salary, and I didn’t have the money to pay, and I had a white note that said, “When the new wedding is due and the money is due,” and he didn’t say anything. I always felt sorry for him.
I sent a text message asking the other brothers at Jiqiang’s dormitory not to come back, to wait until the evening, and to get back.
The next morning, a text message was sent on the phone with the ambition to send, or to say, “Everyone must attend a graduation party for the tenth anniversary without taking leave, and the morning of July 1st is full of ducks.” I’m sorry.
I guess he got too many text messages to look at, so he just sent a single response. Ji-chung has been doing this since school. He’s got a temper. He’s a tough guy.
Look at the calendar, it’s two and a half weeks before July, and I’ll look at the mess of the rental house and see what the fuck it is. I went to a high school reunion once, and the idea was for rich people to hook up with girls, poor people to drink and eat, to drive, to open a room, to wait for a bus.
That’s right. I’m the poor, poor, poor girl who can’t talk to me about her family. I know I can get out of a hotel and go straight to the subject, but I can’t.
I don’t even have the money to open a house. I’ll lose my feathers when I’m in a field war in the Yugyu.
02
After years of re-reading, Zhiqiang was older than we were, he was fat, he had a beard, we called him Uncle when we first met in the dorm, and she didn’t believe that he was a student, so she had to have a counselor at the scene. Later, it was reported that Zhiqiang had helped everyone move things, made formalities, bought a hot pottray box, picked up a cupboard, put out sheets and ran like parents.
A total of seven people were housed in the 213 dormitories without air conditioning or television, which was the condition in the dormitories of that year. He’s the boss of the old platoon, so he’ll take his brothers to drink and brag about the same day’s death.
At the beginning of the school, everyone pretends to study in style, gets up at 7 a.m. for breakfast, sits in the front row of the class, raises questions, wears headphones for self-study at night, listens to the English tape while making high-numbered questions. Two months later, it was revealed. It was time to fall in love, to sleep late, and the bookstore next to the Three Cafeteria was on fire, and the counsellors cried every time they checked the dormitory building.
In the small woods, shivering is a couple, and at night, a strange shadow sits on the edge of the lake, with four arms and arms, as if it were a fire pot. Everyone’s in the club. There’s no pure motive. The library’s broken 586 computers are lined up.
Ray, 10 people, even the playground is a hot spot, and people sometimes have nowhere to go and skip basketball until dark.
No one had a computer at the time, so I had to go to the school net to play. But it was only 500 a month, the first half of the month, the last half of the month, the last half of the month, and the greasy, hot eyes. The school room was then opened to the public and non-computer students were able to spend money on it. Only the local area network (LAN), 50 cents an hour, and the 213 dormitories were queuing at the entrance to the cataloguing building in the early morning, and there was no good time to go. The oldest batch of computers in the room had no spare parts but soft.
It wasn’t long before the Star Trek came out. We spend all day in the room using UDP stars, choosing a rich map, seven people playing with a computer, fighting intensely and sometimes losing. The loss is not due to poor technology, but to the fact that the engine mouse has been in use for too long, the wheel has grown into an elliptical shape, and any gentler pointer can drift without rules. To operate the force in an accurate manner, it depends on the ability of logic and, on the other hand, on the integrity of the person.
Seven of the top stars, naturally the fifth.
There are people in the world who look better than the average, who are smarter than the average, who have more money at home, who eat canteens, watch martial arts and play games, who walk in crowds and don’t show attention. But a group of people walk around the campus and ask the pretty girl, and the girl is allowed to ask him, and the finals are closed and the door is on the pass line, and at the end of each month, we’ll be wearing chili sauce, and he’ll be able to pull a ten-dollar bill out of Magella’s books for us to eat the big meat dragon in the canteen.
It’s Old Five who found Bluewood.
That night, we dropped an elective class in the bedroom and gambled for a big dick, and Zhiqiang brought a beer from the store downstairs, and we smoked a two-dollar bag of tacos and drank a tung-kyo beer with peanuts. When someone pushed the door open, he drank half a bottle of wine, ran over the table with all the change, and a group of red-faced men sat at the table and called out to his teacher.
“Don’t be so polite, I found a good place to come with me.” I’m sorry.
From that night on, we never had to line up at the Calculus. The school opened a black-net bar outside the West Gate called Bluewood, hidden in an alley with no sign of course, and the owner ran through three houses on the roof of the six-storey building, stuffed with 50 computers, $1.50 an hour, eight bucks a night, and a 20% discount on a flush card.
There’s a regular Internet cafe in the vicinity of the school, clean windows, a watery computer, a fragrance in the house, coffee for the cashier’s account, and we’ll be bankrupt for a few nights. The black net bar is the compatible machine that the boss himself pulled from Central Guan Village, with 15-inch impregnable flat displays and fan noises that take off like a plane; the room is always full of smoke, tattered beef and stinky feet. The chair is staggered to the top of the terrain, and the back of the back of the man’s head can be stomping with a big stretch of laziness, and the slipper is kicked to the bottom of the computer table as soon as he leaves his foot, and if he buys a bottle of water without covering, he’ll be covered with dead flies and ash.
But that place is fucking awesome.
We can’t remember how many nights we’ve spent at the Blue Web Cafe, how many times we’ve had red roasted beef noodles and scrawny ham sausages, how many times we’ve smoked a pack of two dollars of bouquets, how many times we’ve blacked 4V4 on the local area network, how many times we’ve just swayed out of the net in the light.
The morning stand at the alley was filled with oil bars and a bowl of hot tofu brain, smelling that the city had just woken up and that the early-rised workers had drilled their bicycles out of the alleys and remitted into the increasingly hot streets.
Our tired, high and guilty joy is pure.
After all night long, I went back to my dorm and dropped out of class. We’ll send a representative to compulsory classes, if the teacher calls, sneaks out of the classroom and calls back. There was no cell phone at that time, there was only one IC phone on the whole floor, and the phone was ringing, and the quiet road immediately blew up the nest, and everyone jumped out of the room and grabbed his shirt and ran out of the dormitory in Beijing.
Three said, “This lesson has already been missed twice and ordered once more, it’s bound to hang up.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Then why don’t you run the fuck faster? I’m sorry.
Three said, “Fuck the Lost Temple 2V2 yesterday, too much for a night without changing. I’m sorry.
“Then you lose a fucking game.” I’m sorry.
“It’s not because you’re a scoundrel with my partner tonight.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Then you’ll have to take care of me first. The treasure is enough, Frou. I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, absences are often noted even when there is a race. By the end of the semester, we were almost all out of school, only old five had all the grades, and Magella had a pretty 98.
I’ve had 1.5 eyesights, followed by a good student who learns every day to the end of the night, and twice before the exam, I’ve had the feeling that if a good student’s elbow does not interfere, the exam will be able to answer more than 80 points. Tragically, when the teachers took the simulation circuits, a bunch of slags sat in a plum plum stand, and I was surrounded in the middle, in any direction, by a white and clean test, full of sweaty faces. Even if you throw little notes from the corner of the classroom, there’s no way to save the boys.
The winter break was a disaster, when the notification was sent to the home and the men and women were beaten up, and it was assumed that they would not be beaten if they graduated from high school. It’s hard to get back from school, and we’ll have to squeeze out the repairs from the cost of living, and we’ll have to pay $200 a lesson.
After sitting in a self-study room all afternoon, Ziqiang sneaked away, and I followed back, looking back, the whole dorm ran out and ran to the Blue Net.
If the mud doesn’t hold up the wall, then stay in the mud, so it’s balanced and happy.
03
I miss them so much, I’m afraid to see them.
People change. You can’t get a girl’s mind, a man’s a piss.
The insurance salesman with his mouth full of soul soup, you talk to him, he talks to you about the management of his finances, and you want to know how well he is. He only cares about your position and his annual salary, which is a terrible thing to hang in empty space, and only those who have lived in a dormitory.
Sitting outside the window, the alleys on the outskirts of Beijing suffocated in a hot wind, the cyclist fell down in his teeth and the eggs in his plastic bag broke. The man was lying there screaming, and a young man came over and turned to the Internet cafe by the side of the road, where he had a big note on his window: two dollars an hour, ten dollars a night, a hundred bucks a member had to pay a hundred for a ham and sausage.
I thought, as I went to college, the price didn’t seem to change, I looked at the Internet for a while, and I became familiar with it, looking in through the window surrounded by a two-storey security net, the yellow net display, the moths flying next to the sun-light pipe, the bottles of wine on the counter, the posters of the religious fanatics on the wall, almost exactly the same as the Blue Net of the year. In the middle of the night, those young us sitting on the screens, with their forks pointing at others, weren’t I the one who just grew a beard?
I’ve got a vibe, I’ve looked at it, everything’s changed, the Internet cafes are brand new, and the losers inside are brand new. He took his bike with a limp, and the plastic bag ran out of butter, and the eggs on the tar road were almost ripe.
When the cell phone ticked and texted in, Ji-chung said, “It’s not a big deal to be away for a long time if you’re free to see who you are, don’t be late, don’t be late, don’t be late, don’t get drunk.” I’m sorry.
That who.
It’s a pain in my stomach. It’s like a cold two-pot, and it’s covered in a cold fish prick. It’s normal to go to work and eat and play games and sleep, to live in peace without much hope, to remember things like that, to sink in the mud in the back of the head, to sticky, to knock out the head, to never dig out.
That who.
I went to the fridge to get a bottle of ol’ gin beer, take my teeth and open the cap, sit on the living room sofa and pour half a bottle. The roommate looked at me from the house and said, “What are you drinking in the middle of the day? I’m here to paint my 2V2 as a super cool 200-50. Please go out and eat lamb and soybeans and no water. I’m sorry.
I said, “Fuck off.”
I’ve only got a bottle of gin, half a bottle of giddy, turned on the TV, and it’s on the West Travel. I’m starting to think about the man Zhiqiang said. When you dig out the mud in your head, the rotting and stinking stuff comes out, and when you start talking about it, you pull out a bunch of things that you can’t get rid of.
It happened in the third grade.
Seven of our dorms is a crazy game fan, more obsessed with stars than any of us. He’s a hillbilly, skinny, skinny, with glasses and a big accent, but he’s got a temper. The first computer to move into the dormitory was the old contours that 7 had sent home, the CPU, 128 mega-mechanical memory, 3.2G hard drive, 15 inches of pure flat monitors, and a six-minute drive to Windows, from clicking on the StarCraft icon to starting the game, for 10 minutes.
But we put the computer right in the middle of the table like a baby, at 6:30 in the morning, and someone would jump out of the bed and turn on the power, with a toothbrush in his mouth, and play first; before the blackout at 11 p.m., the screen would have had a full head, not a little Japanese movie, but a fight over Grrr and Slayerboxer. Several people didn’t come home during the summer, the dormitory was electric, the old computer was on day and night, and no one had touched the switch buttons within two months unless it was restarted because of the system collapse and overheating.
In the second half of the second half of the second half of the year, the dormitories were put on the Internet, and we bought computers in the name of the computer, and the old association of the Seven went back to work and was taken away for 50 bucks for the three-wheeler. The day after the retirement of the old computer, he returned from Central Guan village with a new and bright assembly machine, a water mainstream configuration headed by a TNT2Pro graphic card, which cost more than $8,000, excluding a large power UPS power source.
We’ve all made an amazing decision about the bright 19-inch-triple monitor, and he bought a small table, put the computer on the bed he lays by the door, set up the BIOS code, pulled a little curtain, announced that the computer would no longer be public, that behind the curtains was his private space, and that he would be able to use his computer to play video games, and I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
At first, we were very unconvinced that he had been drinking for more than seven hours, and learned that the $8,000 he had spent on his computer had been spent on the school term plus three months’ living expenses. The counselor and the school’s finances asked for money every day. He had been delayed every day and had been interviewed several times by the deputy secretary of the college.
Zhiqiang was so angry that he smashed half a box of Yankyung’s beer, and said, “Seven, you’re going to Central Guan Village to return my computer, but we’re not doing it for the university, but we’re not doing it for a mixed diploma.
After all, look at the fact that you still have six rehabs and you don’t even owe school fees. I’m sorry.
“The university is nothing, the diploma is nothing, I’m going to be a professional astronomer, I’m going to be a clone and a three-line operation, I’m going to be 300 APM, I’m going to be a sharp knife, I’m going to be a lightning matrix, I’m going to be an egg in front of me, I’m going to win every minute, I’m going to be in the snow. From now on, no one will persuade me to go to class. I’m sorry.
Zhiqiang raised his sleeves to beat him up, and we stood by him, and he cried, “We’re going back to our dormitory to the stars, I won, you’re going back to the village in the morning, you’re going back to the computer, you’re going to win, and I’ll never say a word again. What do you want to do? I don’t even fucking look at the curtain. I’m sorry.
“It’s not even the grandson. “The 7th is holding his neck.
The two men lifted the table out of the hotel, and we were too busy to help, and the old man came after us at the back. It was after 8:00 p.m., there were people all over the campus, and Ji-chung and Chi-chul called on the road. At the time, the education network was slow, and we set up an interstellar server called BlueFan in the local area, and the 7th record in BlueFan was 255 outs and 127 outs, the top 10 outs, but not the top 10s.
Despite being the fastest of us in the world, Jiqiang’s performance was an amazing 144th to 29th, with a 6D-speed dog and the Viper Sea. The two men had to bet on one-on-one and shocked the whole server player, and BlueFan’s manager had himself set up the LostTemple Map bystand mode, waiting for two people to join, at that point in time for the only one that existed.
All stop fighting and prepare to watch.
We’ve got more than 30 people in the dorm, and even the balcony is full. Zhiqiang sits on his face
In front of the table, while waiting for your computer to turn on, the mouse wheel will be wiped out, old seven.
In the back of the top-painted curtain, the red light of Roteo Super mink MX 300 is flashing away.
The four long necks were shown in the crowd. He watched the curtains.
I can’t even open my eyes when I’m drunk.
The battle began a few minutes later, with a 6-D dog, which was destroyed by the 7-5-D dog.
Jiqiang said two out of three.
In the second round, he was killed by the Lightning Army.
Jiqiang said five in three.
Then say seven in four.
Go on, say five in nine.
In the end, BlueFan’s manager couldn’t see it anymore.
The server was shut down 10 minutes in front of the light.
Ziqiang let go of the mouse and lost sight of the lost sky.
Look at the curtains.
I don’t know when to throw up, the fighting was intense and nobody noticed.
5 asked what to do.
He said, “What the fuck are we going to do? The man with the hand is willing to gamble, and who cares about who the fuck is next.” I’m sorry.
It is true that after this time Chiqiang did not say the 7th sentence.
When he returned during the summer, he was invited to school because he had more suspended classes, his father beats his ass off his pants on the spot outside the college’s office, and the whole college girls saw it. The scheme was barely raised to third grade by six, and every time one or two of our students hanged, they were not in the eyes of the teacher and were able to turn into third graders, so that they could hook up with their college friends.
The 7th passed. He had seven final exams, including physical education, which he could pass when he was on duty, and the only one above the pass line was an optional course, Adolescent Sexual Health, which he had surprisingly high marks.
The counsellors travelled by train to their home, 7500 kilometres from their old homes, where they applied the report card to the door of his parents ‘ yard and turned around. Seven’s parents threw their hoofs behind him and held their teachers’ hands and cried.
The counselor said, “The child’s brain is so smart that he can’t turn around and play games for food. Students who don’t study in dormitory and play games for the final exam each day are in a mess. Such students are still in trouble, punished and fired. “The seven parents asked the teacher to give them a chance to teach them a lesson.
The counselor said, “Let’s get the kid out and talk.”
The 7th father was surprised to say, “Didn’t the child work part-time in school and study? I’m sorry.
It turns out that Seven told the school that he was going home to work in agriculture, called parents to work at the school, snuck around the door to the bedroom and never left the dormitory. The summer dick worked at the Zoo’s wholesale market to sell spicy powder and went back to his bedroom every night to bring a spicy spicy with meat clips. Had it not been for him, he would have starved to death in bed.
According to the description of his penis, he had never seen old seven get out of bed and peed in a big Coke bottle, and the bottom of the bed was filled with a row full of bottles, which was somehow resolved; he had not seen old seven eat, eat, eat, drink, and not drink, and keep his eyes on the screen at all times.
He said that he was playing games in the morning, that he came home from work at night to see his position unchanged, that he was sometimes held in urine in the middle of the night, and that he could still see the red, yellow and green light behind his curtains.
There’s no one in our dorms who likes to be clean, and there’s always a change of one-bed-one pillow set twice every semester, and there’s a difference between seven and seven. On the scalp, it is strange that it does not stink when it’s near him, but it’s only a faint sour smell, which may be too dirty to live in harmony with the stain.
However, that summer-time penis is often beset by a stench, because the sevens throw the remaining spicy powder and meat clips into their bed in a plastic bag, the summer heat in Beijing, and the rest of the vegetables fly in the morning, but the sevens don’t notice it, as if the world outside the screen was nothing but a mirror moon for him, and the real universe and the meaning of life were in the game.
One day, the cock crawled into his bed and cleaned up his urine bottle and garbage, pointed his nose and said it was not gonna work.
The skin saw the Sony Treasure screen in the back, and his hands snapped and danced on the keyboard and mouse. The second man looked back in a rigid fashion and found that the seventh had just completed a beautiful cloning operation, that the divided network released by the three pirate ships had completely blocked the fire of four tanks and two bunkers, and that the divine forces had broken through the line of defence and that the opponent had immediately struck “gg”.
“Ah, the net’s up again. CQ 2000 you wait for me. “The old seven murmurs.
He’s had a chill, crawled out of the bed, pulled the curtain. In his words, the Seven has gone mad, and the Seven he once knew is gone.
He’s right. Two months later, Seven is really crazy.
04
I couldn’t finish a whole bottle of gin, and I had a bottom. I slept on the couch. Sleep well, dream well, dream well, dream well, dream well, dream about dick, and I’m in the best relationship in school, even though I’m called the Seven Brothers.
Like the three and the six, they were at first unharmonic, while a girl from the second class, who fought over the incident, then joined up with a knifeman from the National University, who felt sick and threw up and became an iron buddy.
Half of the six-year-old retrained exams are for the third, because the third is the best cheater.
The column is printed in a small, insulated, fly-head type, and a small piece of paper is folded around a pen’s ink pipe, with the top of the cap, and the fairy can’t see it. The ink spills out of the pen at a critical moment, and the ink is soaking it that there’s no proof of death. That’s how the 6th gang made it through with others.
After graduation, the fourth became a professional dietist at a beauty parlour, working every day in a circle of corrosive film on the broad wives, and I think it’s a causal cycle.
I woke up dark, and my roommate was still there, and he looked at me, and said, “You’re going to sit there and fall asleep, and the landlord knocked on the door, and I pretended that I didn’t have the right to open the door, but you slept, and you could snore, and you could hear it on two floors, like a train flute, and you didn’t even open the door to pay the rent, so you didn’t eat anything. I’m sorry.
I counted and said, “Isn’t there 20 days left to pay?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Fuck off. I’m sorry.
I went back to the house, I sat by the window and I lit a cigarette, and I strangled. I’m just a guy who smokes, drinks, plays cards, doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, doesn’t play cards, doesn’t have money, plays a lot of games and gets sick, and it’s been on for 10 years.
I always thought I was good at looking in the mirror and being an idiot.
Remember when I drank in college, Ji-chung said, “The best of us in the future is 5th, who must be a big man, and the rest of us are idiots.”
I was upset and stood up and said, “Don’t mess with me. Here, I’ll fucking show you if I’m a dick or a dick! I’m sorry.
“Okay, I’ll wait.” I’m sorry.
Ten years later, I became a corporate executive and I was a com-farmer living in a city village, and I refused to attend every time someone wanted to organize a college reunion because I had no face to see them. Zhiqiang organized the tenth anniversary party, which I resisted, but he mentioned “the man.”
That’s a terrible word. It’s cold. After what happened, you don’t want to call him Seven because you feel guilty and uneasy.
Seniors started school, the seventh repeated, and the college had given a penalty for expulsion, and his parents came to the university in a long-distance car and blocked the Secretary ‘ s mouth with dirt eggs and nails. Although it was a farmer who had contracted orchards and fish ponds, the old ones were not poor and paid their old school fees. The clerks, deputy clerks, counsellors and several teachers at Takashiashi had been given a luxurious meal, which was converted from school leave to a second grade, and the third year of school began and the seventh year became a sophomore.
When his parents left, they brought a box of apples of their own to our dorm, and asked us to look after the only child, and the Seven sat behind the curtains and played without even saying hello, so they were so angry to sit there and breathe. The old man explained that he had to learn to make up the lessons he had pulled, that he had no time to be distracted by studying graphics on his computer, and that he was happy to turn up and look at his son for five minutes, and turned around with a colored cloth.
He said: “I can’t see, I go out to brush the night.” I’m sorry.
He said, “I’ll go too. I’m sorry.
Five sat down and talked to me, saying, “The look of the Seven is not the way to do it, and it’s the end of the world, and we have to pull him out of bed. I’m sorry.
We said, “What can we do, cut off his power lines?” I’m sorry.
I heard his eyes open and said, “That’s the way to do it. I’m sorry.
In fact, I’m just saying that old man’s got to do what he says, and maybe that’s the difference between dumb and tough.
I didn’t go to the Internet cafe with my brother that night, listening to prostate health programmes on the radio and smoking on the balcony. At 11:05, the room lights out, the building is screaming, the seven curtains are still glowing, his UPS power is 15 minutes more for the computer, 15 minutes more for a V1, that’s the seven’s obsession.
We said, “This is not good, if the seven are angry. I’m sorry.
He said, “It’s good to be angry, but it’s a serious problem if you don’t get angry. I’m sorry.
I said, “Are you ready for scissors? I’m sorry.
The fifth said, “The power line is not worth $20 to buy a big one, and I’m going to break his case’s power supply and change it for a day and a day at a time in the middle of the town so that the seventh will be out of the dormitory.” I’m sorry.
I said, “That’s not good. If the Seven finds out. I’m sorry.
He said, “The seven analogue circuits never passed, he can’t see it, but if he finds them, he’ll pay him back. I’m sorry.
Finally, the light behind the curtains disappeared. We looked up at the top of the door and saw the contours of Old Seven in the light of the street lights outside, sitting in front of the screen for ten minutes, as if he had finished playing the game in his head and fell on the bed, with a dazzling impact from the back of his head on the pillow.
I smoked a whole box of cigarettes, and I smelled bird shit. The campus is quiet, the clockwise points to midnight, and we don’t know if Seven is asleep, and we’re opening the dormitory door to the toilet, coming back and forth, making a lot of noise. The curtains were silent, neither coughing nor breathing.
I say it’s kind of fucked up.
He said, “It’s okay, he must be asleep, he didn’t turn off the lights last weekend, he must’ve had an all-night play and had to catch up today. I’m sorry.
We walked under his bed, squeezing the curtains, and in October the weather was still hot, while the people on the bed were entangled with the blankets, with a single colour, taste and slurry sense of the body. I looked at the face of Seven for a while, and I couldn’t tell if he was breathing, and I couldn’t help but reach out.
He whispered, “He fell asleep, you lit him with a light, and I started work.” I’m sorry.
I pulled a little flashlight out of my pants and turned it on in the computer box of Old Seven.
Wires, slit with scissors, hand out a “ok” gesture.
We came back to the balcony with our hands and feet, closed the door and smoked, we breathed and we looked at each other with sweat.
I said, “So soon? I’m sorry.
The fifth said: “The wires of the power-spread fan are cut, there’s no problem with tomorrow’s game, a long-time power-heating fever is certain, and the electric fan is outside the scope of the BIOS, and the main plate will not call the police and will see Old Seven out of bed by noon tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
I’ll believe whatever you say. We’re high-fives, and we’re eating it with a half-cool, half-heated bucket of veal.
The next morning, the brothers, who went to the Internet cafe for the rest of the night, rushed into the dormitory and threw the pack of Hangzhou cages over the table, shouting that yesterday they had met a group of 4V4 freaks in Ho Fong, that they were also at one of those Internet cafes where they had spent the night, and that they had fought hard for two hours on the Hunters map, and that they had to fight for the 4V4 map of BigGameHunter.
With a determined temper, of course, there will be no concessions, and this is a game of equal strength, from 2 a.m. to the brightest, with each inch of the map covered with bunkers and light cannons, with carriers and dragons dancing all over the world, with computers being dragged so hard and soared, with a heavy image of Cardon, with both sides continuing to circle to the middle of the battle, and who dares to look at the central part of the map and to see the intense phobia on the spot.
“nimen everylihai,tomorrowjixulianji!” I’m sorry.
“Yingxionglikekingxion,gg,baibai!” I’m sorry.
Both sides shook hands and fought to get out of the game that was stuck.
We took our toothbrush and said, “Oh, boy. I’m sorry.
They had a good time talking for half an hour and suddenly fell asleep in the bed, and I sat on the balcony smoking, and I was nervous. He sat up and turned on the computer as soon as he called in in the morning and couldn’t see what he was doing from the curtains, only to hear the snap of his finger on the keyboard.
From my point of view, I could see his case, and I looked at the location of the power fan, and I waited there for sparks to pop out of the smoke, and the more nervous the nerves were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were, the more they were. On the lips, two fingers were pinned with smoke ash, and no one knew that the smoke line was still moving, and the fingers were stung from the butt to the butt, and a bubble was lifted. And I cried out, and I covered my mouth, and I looked at old seven, and his curtains were silent, and there was nothing.
The old man had to go out for a while. Before he left, he told me not to keep an eye on it. I said, “Let’s leave it to my brothers.” So far, I’m sorry. This job’s too tired. It’s more nervous than with the best.
Nothing happened until noon, and the good students returned to the dormitory, with their snoring snoring coming up, and the dining room opposite the balcony. I’m so restless to go through half a Wyoming novel, and I don’t read a single word into it, and I’m thinking about going on two sets of computers to relax.
The curtains on the door slowly opened a stitch, and the sound of the old seven asked, “Is there a power outage?” I’m sorry.
I said, “No, the fan is still turning. I’m sorry.
He said, “I know. I’m sorry.
And that’s what I’m talking about, it’s that old man’s little move finally worked, there’s no sparks, there’s no smoke, and old man’s power died quietly in the heat just a minute ago. And I suffocated the cigarette under his bed, and said, “Was it your computer broken? It’s easy for you to burn a card or something, or to send it to the village to examine it.” I’m sorry.
The 7th replied with a cold answer, “No need. I’m sorry.
I said, “Come down, let’s eat in the canteen. I hear the new pretty girls at the management school like to go to the back door of the three canteens for noodles. We’ll go together and find a table for two girls. If you do, you one and me one, and if you succeed, you go first.” I’m sorry.
Seven says, “No. I’m sorry.
So I got a little hot, and I said, “What are you doing in bed every day?” He’s got a scholarship, he’s prepared for a study, he’s been interned in a 500-strong firm, and we’re in third grade, even though we’re fucking trash. I’m sorry.
Seven is silent in the curtains.
I raised my voice and said, “Chang is so proud of you that you don’t have a face, and your dick is so kind to bring you food that you’re throwing his heart on the floor, and you’re a starling brother, playing games to be happy, and you can play a fucking magic trick if your parents are here right now and they’re gonna slap you in the ear.” I’m sorry.
The banging.
First I thought it was the lamp pipe that blew up, then the seventeen-inch Triple monitor fell to the ground with my nostrils on it and splattered the skyglass. The monitor line dragged the machine’s keyboard plug and the computer table into a brain crash, and I stretched out my arm and felt that the upper half had been pushed hard and fell in the back four bed.
They were awakened by the sleepers, and the four of them pushed away the groceries to hold me and cried out, “You are bleeding from your head. I’m sorry.
I jumped out of his hand and pointed at him and said, “You’ve completely ignored your brother, have you come down here and I’ve been eating rice for twenty years for nothing? I’m sorry.
Four dragged me in the back and said, “Don’t scream, look at the hands of the Seven.” I’m sorry.
I was breathing and I couldn’t see. I put an eyelid on my arm and it was all blood. When I saw old seven, I was astonished that he was kneeling on his knees, holding his right hand in his fist, bleeding on his right hand, with a deep visible bone on his finger, almost cutting off his finger. There was no pain in his face, with white foam in his mouth, eyes in the back of the lens, eyes on me, eyes on other places.
“Don’t mention my parents. He said, “I want to be the God of Stars, never mention my parents. I don’t have parents. I’m sorry.
We broke old Seven’s computer, and seven punched his precious Triple monitor.
It’s time to yell at the bed and pull it so hard, you know where it comes from, and pulls the whole bed down, and the old man falls down, and the old man takes his hands off his shoulder, and he carries him on his shoulder, and says, “The fourth man stays in the dorm and calls the Japs to see if we can find old man, and the rest of you come to the hospital, and the second man goes out to borrow the three-wheeler of the bedroom. I’m sorry.
Zhiqiang ran out of the door with Zhiqiang carrying Qiqiang, and we followed the bee behind us, with blood ticking down the elbows of Ziqiang, and people standing in the hallway, and we pushed the viewers and said, “Get out of the way, and people followed us outside the dormitory building.”
There’s sunshine out there and I’m feeling dizzy. “Where are you taking me?” I haven’t finished playing 1 V1 yet, will I bother you with a three-line air drop? I’m sorry.
No one listened to him, Zhiqiang flattened him in a three-wheeled car, pulled out a blue handkerchief and held his hand tight, and people pushed him towards the school hospital. The doctor on duty at the school hospital was shocked by the situation and said, “Bring people in, leave two helpers, leave the others.” I’m sorry.
Zhiqiang and I stayed inside. The doctor removed the blood from the wound with the gauze and the alcoholic cotton ball, exposed the wounds of the white flowers, and said, “How did it happen?”
So serious? The bone vascular muscles are all neurologically severed. There’s only one skin attached to the two fingers. I’m sorry.
Without saying it, the blood that comes out of a fountain covers the wound, and I do not know that so much blood can be spilled from a human finger. The 7th has been talking about the various tactical names of the stars, saying, “Now that my second base has been set on fire, if it was not for the 4Ds, no one in the 1st Wave would have been able to defend me in architecture. I’m sorry.
Zhiqiang said, “Doctor, you have to do something. It’s so scary. I’m sorry.
The doctor said, “I can’t do it right now, I can’t do it right now. I can’t do it with a doctor in a school hospital. Call the big hospital. Don’t delay. I’m sorry.
And We said with Zhiqiang: “Where shall we find a hospital in the morning? I’m sorry.
The doctor was just shaking his head, tied to his wrists and fingers and wrapped the wound in a veil.
When it was a mess outside, the old man came in from the crowd and said, “On the way back, someone said that old man 7 had come straight to the clinic. I’m sorry.
As soon as he heard, he said, “I’ll call the hospital on two telephones. Don’t worry, go back to the dormitory and get old seven’s identity card, and let the counselor find a car from the convoy and greet the doorman.” I’m sorry.
We all feel like we’re in the middle of something. It didn’t take long for him to contact Jigwon Hospital.
Shut the door.
And he suddenly fell down on the bouquet of flowers with his ass, and said: “He has no strength, he is sweating. I’m sorry.
And suddenly, all of them looked at me, and I remembered that my head was bleeding, and it was as though it was spinning and falling to the ground. I heard someone screaming in my ear, and I thought, “Stop arguing and let me sleep,” but probably I didn’t say anything.
Then they told me what happened after 7th. The school’s Santana sedan pulled old Qi to the emergency room at the Watershed Hospital, and the doctor opened the gauze and said that the wound was too serious to be performed immediately, and that, given the timeliness of the medical treatment, it should be okay to tie the finger, but there was no guarantee that the function would be restored. The counsellors signed the notice, the seven were pushed into the operating room, seven hours after the surgery was performed, Zhiqiang waited until nightfall, and the door of the operating room was opened only after the news agency had finished broadcasting, and the doctor came out tired and said, “The operation was successful, thanks to the smoother cut-off, which was more optimistic later, as long as he was active and was able to recover his 890,000. I’m sorry.
Zhiqiang was crouching in the corner and crying.
Seven saved his finger. We all thought it was unfortunate, but if we could re-elect him, I’d rather he became disabled and never touch the mouse and keyboard again.
‘Cause a month later, before your finger’s ready, Seven went crazy.
05
Since the appointment of the date for the school reunion, Zhiqiang has sent a text message every day, not only about how many days before the tenth anniversary of the graduation, but also about the idea of preparing to drink at that time, and asking the goddess to get a number in advance.
One day I couldn’t help but reply to a text message saying, “Is the Seven still in that hospital? When was the last time you visited him?” I’m sorry.
A few hours later Zhiqiang replied, saying, “Who is still in that hospital, and who saw him four and a half years ago, lest he should have asked his parents about his transfer, saying that he had never changed his ward, and was still in that house, the bed.” I’m sorry.
When I saw this text, I was filled with memories about the 7th. In the middle of the day, the company was confused about what it was doing, came back at night on the subway and dropped off the bus, at Chengdu across the street with a snack and a chicken and a meal, and bought half a watermelon to go upstairs. We don’t have a roommate, we don’t have a girl, we don’t have to go home because the house is too dirty and we’re afraid of each other’s jokes.
After eating food, eating watermelon with spoons and watching the video of the Korean KGL Professional Association on the computer, both of them are doing a great job. I’m not one of many geniuses in the world, and I happen to be one of them, and I feel like I’ve been in pain, and I’ve been walking around campuses in the North, listening to students wearing dirt, and talking, and I feel like a mirror.
Some people study for more than a decade to get a second-rate school and get a job they don’t expect.
In addition to the additions and subtractions, there’s nothing to do on the way to primary school to carry the round rate back to 1,000 places after the decimal point and to go to the United States of America with a full scholarship.
No way.
Seven is some kind of genius. In the end, I didn’t know how high his star level was, but the time before he cut off his finger in third grade, I played with him a lot of times on the Net, never won a single one.
It’s not too hard for me to use a small number of performances, and it’s not too hard for me to think that I don’t know who the xxXXX ID is, until one night, when everyone didn’t go through the night, when the lights went out, lying in their beds, talking about their tactical styles, and he said, “I’m all handy, but it’s no big deal, and I’m good at cheating little tricks, such as kabug, the sleeper’s dead corner, throwing laser signals from the bomb on someone else’s blood-stained nest.” I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m a very average player, and all kinds of tactics are a little bit different, and there’s no specialty, so there’s no style. I’m sorry.
Then came a word from behind the curtains that were laid on the door, saying, “I don’t believe this, but it’s the same thing as writing. The same pen I write in the hands of different people is a different word. Anyone in this dormitory sits behind a computer and fights with me, and I can recognize you in style, like the little name of the star. I’m sorry.
The others don’t understand. I’m surprised. My college girlfriend named Little Star, then built a xxXXX to remember her, thanks to the small star’s spelling.
Out. After that, I walked out on the Internet and I didn’t dare to fight him because he didn’t just play with the stars, he knew psychology.
The 7th cut off his fingers, and even the headmaster was shocked. Journalists from several newspapers came to the school to interview us, and the counsellors gave us a daily information record of our meetings, saying that whoever gives a little news will be punished with serious action. The College gave 7th a year’s suspension, so that he could fully recover his injuries and resume his second year of studies. The doctor clearly stated in his medical records that it would take at least four to eight months for the full functioning to be restored within a month.
But only a week later, the 7th returned to his bedroom. When he entered the door, we were in the middle of a fire, and the door was open, and we were all dead. My brother and I were worried about his situation, trying to buy him a new machine, and Chiqiang and the rest of the dormitory said that they wanted to do it. They saved one person to buy some spare parts, saved a well-equipped machine, just bought the spare parts from the village, ready to pack them in a box, and let Seven take them home.
Then the 7th pushed the door open and said, “I’m back, I just came up with a new tactic. I’m sorry.
We stayed there, looked down at his hand, and he had a thick gauze on his finger, like a white carrot in his hand. “How come you’re back so soon? I’m sorry.
He said, “What do you want me to do to get out of the hospital, and I’m leaving without the nurse’s attention, and I’m afraid I’m going to become a star god.
Turn it on. I’m thinking of a big-ass air drop. Come on. I’m sorry.
We daren’t disobey him, put the new machine on a system and put it on the door. Carefully, these past few days, he was given new bed sheets and pillows, while garbage was thrown into five big plastic bags, while seven watched the changes in the bed, climbed to the bed, pressed the engine button, and made a comment while waiting for the engine to go on, saying, “This monitor is a bit of a drag, which affects micro-practising. I’m sorry.
A minute later, the voice of the windows started, and he pulled the curtains and put himself in the stars again.
We’re face-to-face.
He said, “This thing is a real problem, and his finger is broken, and he’s like he’s okay. That’s what I’m talking about. We’re all finger-to-left. How do you hold the mouse like that? I’m sorry.
But the keyboard snapped, and the Seven seemed to be at war without hindrance. I snuck my toes and looked into the curtains, and I found the right hand of Seven bending in a very awkward position, and slamming her finger and small thumbs on the right-and-hand mouse button, and I had never seen them used so flexibly. I tried to call him, and said, “Seven million dollars is the most important thing for you to rest your fingers and heal.” Did the counselor tell your parents when they would pick you up? I’m sorry.
Seven doesn’t answer. He can’t hear me at all. All senses and spirits are focused on 17-inch monitors, cutting off the link to the real world.
He sat on his legs at the computer table, wearing a coloured T-shirt while in junior military training, and the socks that broke his heels smelled of acid. He was dazzled, with his neck stretching forward, and his head as close as possible to the screen, and his face was filled with a bright green light. He’s holding his mouth.
The white powder that was destroyed, the head was still moving and the eye was dripping behind the glasses, and I didn’t think his eyeballs were looking in the same direction, a dragon horse running to the centre of the picture, and a small map staring at the lower left corner.
We said, “Listen to me. I’m sorry.
He said, “Damn with me. It’s not for me, it’s for the other side of the network.
The seven’s eyes send a permeable light, his greasy hair rises and falls with excitement, his left hand jumps like a piano on the keyboard, his right finger and his small finger clicks on the mouse, and the game moves at a speed I can’t see, and each one stays for no more than a second. He completes the construction, splits, formations, strikes, airdrops and harassment within that second, without a single error, like an industrial robot operating at high-speed water lines.
I’m staring at his right hand, covered in gauze, and every time the mouse moves, it touches the wound, and the finger twitches, and it’s obvious that there’s severe pain in the direction of the finger.
The operation had a total of 140 stitches, which I was told by Ji-jian, how painful it was to be touched with a needle-lined cut finger, but I didn’t care if I thought I was sweating.
I put my hand in front of him in front of his left eye, and old man was as unresponsive as his penis said he could see the screen through my palm. And then I found his right eye spinning like a chameleon, capturing every tiny pixel on the monitor, a strange picture that never resembles what normal humans can do.
I think it’s creepy to look at a 20-year-old man sitting in bed playing games, but he’s not the 7th guy I know anymore, but a strange stranger.
Q: How’s it going?
We shook our heads and said, “The Seven is a little bit possessed, and we’re all in good hands, so let’s just let them pick him up for a few days, forget it.” I’m sorry.
Ji-jian lamented deeply, sitting in front of his computer and playing games, and several other people in the dorm were separated. No one wants to look at old age seven more and bring him a meal when he remembers, and he doesn’t exist.
When Lao 5 returned to the dormitory the other night, he said, “The counselor talked to the senior counselor, who told his parents that his parents were anxious to come and hit a farm three-wheeler on the way to the city in a minivan. The driver was injured and was hospitalized and was unable to leave his home for a while to go to Beijing. The director and the secretary had decided to open their eyes and let him do what he wanted and wait until his family came to pick him up. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Can the sevens play games all day? Can their fingers work? I’m sorry.
5th said: “The doctor who called the doctor at the Jizuzu hospital said that every other day he was going to check for a change of medicine, that he should not be able to move in a violent manner, and that it was not important if the wound was not bleeding or septic. I’m sorry.
I’ve got two of them lit, one of them for old man 5, and I smoked, and I say, “Let’s go to the Bluewood Bar together and play at night, and have fun every day.
If you’re happy and you’re looking for an internship, you’re tired of looking at 7th. I’m sorry.
The old man looked at the black and yellow night sky in Beijing and said, “A man’s life may well be the life of the seventh, so that when he goes back from school and gets some fresh air, he does his farm work every day, he doesn’t have to play with two 2V2s with his computer at night. I’m sorry.
I said, “Yeah, that’s good. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think we were saying that.
06
On the night of 30 June, I was lying on my bed and I couldn’t sleep, and the lady who was up sitting by the window watching the washroom was standing in front of the utility pole and smoking the last half of the crane building.
The roommate’s snoring was still clear from the two doors, and there was no one upstairs to know who had started the recreational activities, the sound of impact and the squeezing of the moan, and I put my ears on the wall and listened to it for two minutes, and there was suddenly no movement on the floor and in a few minutes there was a violent argument between men and women. There’s thunder in the sky, the air is hot and high, and it’s going to rain.
At dinner, he received a text message from John, saying, “Tomorrow at 12 noon at the school’s southern porridge parlour, 30 people’s trunks have been booked, the cook starts a duck at 12am, and when the six ducks are ready, someone will have to pay for their normal hour’s absence, and the wine table will be punished for three cups. I’m sorry.
I didn’t reply. Later, he sent a single message: “Let’s get together at noon, let’s get together at our dormitory in the afternoon, you don’t have to prepare anything to go to the hospital, just buy something to bring to the school.” I’ve heard about the guy who’s in good shape, who might be able to hook up with him. Remember how to play Star Trek. I’m sorry.
And I thought, “I was wondering what kind of map he used in his last game, and I couldn’t remember. I’m sorry.
Jiqiang disappeared for a long time. Two hours later, he returned: “Luna.” I’m sorry.
It was Luna.
Luna, a relatively common map of the country’s star range 1V1, has a more balanced ethnic force, with no obvious advantages or disadvantages at the four birth sites. The last game played by the Seven was the map of Luna, who was born at 11 o’clock, used to choose the divine, started with a more radical double camp fanatic, started with Rush, a five-point insect rival who was successfully found by the road explorers, swam in the base, saw his opponent hatching two pups and withdrew. It’s a standard layout phase. Seven didn’t make any mistakes.
At this moment, however, his spirit is on the verge of collapse, with the soybeans sweating down the lower cheeks, with their glasses tilted, his eyes staring around uncontrollably, his right hand, his unnamed finger, clicking on the mouse, a stench coming from underneath, and his chair pissing into tan.
He kept saying numbers: “1012,1418,2031,2637,2025, motherfucker 2640.” It was a simulation of the war in his mind, and the serial numbers were a comparison of population numbers.
The scene took place in the fourth week after Old Seven cut off his finger. For almost a month, he kept the same pattern of life, called up, went to sleep without electricity and seized every minute to play games. During this period, we forced him to go to the hospital to change his medications four times, and because his right hand had been moving, the wound had been slowly healed, and the doctor said that it would affect functional recovery and could never move again. But the Seven did not listen to anyone’s warning, and the game was like a madman, and the veil was not responding to the blood.
For a long time, no one would care for him. In the past few weeks, his parents had finally taken care of the housework and had prepared to come to Beijing at the end of the month to pack his bags and go home for rest. The counselor came to the dormitory to talk to him once, and the old seven sat there and ignored the counselor ‘ s questioning or scolding. The counselor left in anger, and he cried out, saying, “I’ve finally met the masters who can fight. Don’t let me kill you!” The sound echoes in the hall, and no one looks at it.
That’s how people get used to things that don’t make sense, and it’s a legend that the 7th punched the monitor to cut off his finger, and everyone knows there’s a sane astrologer in the 213-bedroom, and at first there’s a lookout, and there’s no one to care about, because there’s too much more important in life than there are stars.
We used to play interplanetaries on the platform of the Hulk, where it was better to find 2V2 or 4V4, where dozens of maps were ready to open the channel at any time, and the addition could start soon. The Seven felt that he was too low and built a 1-V1 map, and the other side looked at his track record, and it was difficult to find an equal opponent.
He amended his registration form to include the Korea War Network known as CSUP, where there are many Korean professional and semi-professional players, and where old Seven’s performance has been steadily rising and winning. Despite the fact that I’ve been able to find my opponent and play 1 V1, I’ve never been in the top position.
The day he accidentally entered a single-handed map, saw the ID of his opponent and found that that was the top 10 Korean professional player in the CSUP ranking.
7th didn’t hesitate to hit GoGogo, his opponent answered GoodLuck, and the game started.
He was so excited that he was shaking and screaming, “I’m going to get rid of all the South Koreans from here, so that my Chinese ID can take over the CSUP and run out of Asia to the world.” I’m sorry.
I was in the dormitory with Mr. Six, and I only looked at him with my eyelids.
A few minutes later, Old Seven looked at the screen and saw his opponent tearing down all his buildings one by one with a machine gun. He thought it was an accident and typed “G.Againgogogo”, and his opponent didn’t say anything. The 7th lost again and then lost the 3rd and 4th rounds without any concern.
It was after 10:00 p.m. and half an hour before the lights went out, and I took out the washpan to some point to get ready to wash my face in the water room, and I looked up and saw the 7th standing up in front of the dormitory like a gray green ghost.
I was scared and I said, “Why are you down here? Is there a computer problem?” Don’t be impulsive. I’m sorry.
Seven said, “I don’t have any money, lend me some money. I’m going to the Internet cafe. I’m sorry.
Four, six and I were in the dorm, the others had their own business, and they didn’t come back. We’ve all been surprised to hear that from Seven, since he bought the computer.
He’s never been to the Blue Net Bar, because he thinks it’s old and the mouse keyboard is vulnerable.
Four said, “Leave your money. Seven, you have to tell us what to do at the Internet cafe. I’m sorry.
He looked at him with his eye open, and said, “I’m going to fight one-on-one with a good man. I can’t cut off the power. Give me the money. I’ve got a room waiting.” I’m sorry.
We all heard about the ID of the old Seven, a famous player in the interstellar contest for Korea’s KGL Professionals, who had to get as excited as old as old Seven, took him out of his dormitory to a long-time blue web cafe, inserted his own keyboard mouse into the stars, went to the CSUP channel, and the Koreans were waiting on a 1V1 map, and he immediately clicked to start the game.
I lighted a cigarette and said, “I didn’t think I’d see seven fighting a professional. I’m sorry.
Four says, “Perhaps the pros are full of cheaters, game gears, etc.” I’m sorry.
The game begins, and we’ll look around his screen. It’s still a dazzling operation, with the left hand scrambling on the keyboard, the old seven right hand bending, clicking on the mouse with a finger and a small thumb, changing his middle finger to a thin layer of gauze, displaying a purple fingernail, which looks a little scary.
In just five minutes, the fighting is over, and we can’t believe what just happened. The battle started on a very small double map, with seven taking a more secure single-man camp climbing route, relying on good architectural and micro-drying skills. He rarely suffered a loss in the early stages.
The fear operation killed the four dragon horses of Lao Seven, broke down the blockage building, and the local thunder blew up in the mines of Lao Seven, playing the GG out of the game, an uncontroversial standoff.
Seven lost. The seven sat in front of the computer, steaming out the sour air, their mouths tight and their hair strangling.
We said, “You lose, you lose, you lose, you lose, you lose. I’m sorry.
I’m not looking at us, and I’m saying, “I’m going to lose. I’m going to become a star god. I can’t lose!” He made a long line of Chinese spellings on his private chat channel, asking him not to run away, to continue fighting with him, and the Koreans didn’t understand, to return to a ok, and once again to build a V1 map.
Then Old Seven loses the sixth, then the seventh, the eighth. At this point, even at my level, it is clear that there is an absolute power gap between the Seven and the Koreans, and that there is little chance that the Seven will win if they do not make a fatal mistake. The eighth round was stifling, and every drop by the seventh was predicted by the opponent that every small battleground that tested micro-drives would suffer, that every expansion sub-base would be blocked, that production would be sustained by a single mine until the economy was exhausted, and I could feel that the opponent was deliberately playing with the seventh, declaring himself strong in this way, like the cat that caught the rat unplugging his paws and letting the hunting master escape, no matter how fast he could run away from danger, and could be chewed through his head at any time.
The game’s over, the Seven is standing there like a stake.
I said, “The Koreans are so fucking bullying. Let’s go. @tweeting: #Jan25
“Don’t move my mouse keyboard, I’ve come to think of what to do with him. I’ll win another game.” I’m sorry.
I see his right hand’s gauze bleeds slowly, and his fingernails get more swollen and he’s afraid that he’ll do something to himself in his anger, and he can only step back and look at me while I beat him up to look for five and Zhiqiang.
The ninth round was an air battle map, which lasted 40 minutes, the closest battle of the Seven, where pirate ships and dragons clashed in every corner of the map, and where both sides depleted all resources of the three mining areas. In the end, the Koreans won because of the early release of the mine, which took advantage of the half of the Flying Dragons.
It’s 3:30 in the morning, and there’s only a bunch of junior students in Bluewood who can’t make it, 5th and Zhiqiang can’t make it, and Six can’t sleep on the table, and the Koreans type “sleep.” I’m sorry.
“Nosleep, gogogogo.” I’m sorry.
The opponent said, “OK, goodluck. I’m sorry.
At the beginning of the tenth round, the black house game of the mega-G-8 map seems to be showing their strength in every way and telling the Internet to the other side who is the winner. He was already wet, his clothes had not been changed for a week, he was drenched in the sweat and blood on the veil of his right hand was becoming more visible, and he kept rubbing blood on the mouse mattress with his sleeve.
I can’t tell you what it was like to be a little more sensitive, but it’s a dangerous signal to be more agitated and distant from reality.
I don’t have that kind of observation in the Blue Net Bar, and I can’t make the right judgment about the state of Seven.
Half an hour later, Old Seven lost the tenth round. There was no break, and the eleventh round proceeded immediately, with an easy-to-defunct map of the mine, a defensive start on both sides, which quickly reached the upper limit of the population, followed by a longaw war. While competing for resources to climb technology, many of the weapons and magic that will not be used in ordinary battles have emerged, the speed of the hands of the Seven has become much faster, the sound of knocking on the keyboards has reached its peak, the whole man is locked in a monitor, and he can’t see it in a world 17 inches away, just as he can’t hear the sound, taste the taste of food and feel the touch of others.
The Internet café manager went to the bathroom and came back to stop by and looked at it, surprised to say, “Is this not the man on the BlueFan server of the year, the 213 dormitory?” I’m sorry.
We said: “How do you know, is it the Chief?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Yeah, I built the BlueFan network. I didn’t have time to work at the Internet cafe this year, and I was very moved by the one-on-one fight as a referee, and I didn’t have the time to run it, but I didn’t think I’d meet the others today. I’m sorry.
He stood by me for a while and said, “This is not the genius of the 213 dormitory.” “Look at me, with my hands in my arms, with a cigarette, and walk away.
At the end of the eleventh round, old seven’s line of defence was washed down by a mixed force of lightning, dog, queen and scorpion, and he hit gg.
It was 5:00 a.m., the internet bar quieted down, and most of the people fell asleep, and I sat behind my seventh, smoking smoked, and saw his body tighten, like a bow that had been pulled too hard.
And We said: Forget it, Seven, you cannot win. I’m sorry.
Suddenly he bit the bandage with his teeth on his right hand and pulled the gauze down. The blue finger was exposed to the air, and a close line of stitches was placed like a ring on the finger section, and blood was seeping out of the stitches. He was able to shake his hand and move his middle finger down and up, but that was enough for Seven.
He recovered the mouse-throwing position in his index finger, stretching his neck and looking at the screen and hitting “lastgame” on the chat channel. The other side replied: “Kokey, Finalround, Goodluck. I’m sorry.
We said, “Are you crazy?”
Seven suddenly looked back at me, and for the first time in a long time he had a positive eye contact with me. He seemed to be trying to say something, but finally he didn’t.
The twelfth round, the Luna map, the start of the two barracks. At the beginning, he was not very skilled at clicking the mouse, and every stroke of his finger was accompanied by a tremor of his body, and I knew that he must have suffered tremendous pain. But a few minutes later, the movement became more flexible, and Seven found the best play.
He’s sweaty, his lips are dry, because he just wets his pants in the toilet, but I can see he likes his current posture, a 20-year-old dirty man sitting in a cheap computer chair in a black-net bar, and he’s all in love.
A seeker, a social scum who was kicked out of the university and just peed on a chair, a winner who could do everything to win, I can see his foolishness and commitment, his lowness and his greatness, and all his glory in this burning life.
I heard him cry out out of pain and excitement: “I am going to become a star God!”
His hand must have exceeded 500am, and I can’t see the path of the mouse on the screen, except that every farmer runs on the most efficient path, every barracks is fully loaded, every soldier is present in the most appropriate place, every step, every detachment, every clone is a textbook classic. The first contact between the two forces began, with the fragrance’s double knife splattering a snowy plasma spark on the bayonets, and suddenly my face was hot, reaching out and touching, a little red blood, which was further increased in order to fully operate the force’s old seven hand speed, the injured middle finger shuffled a shadow, and the keyboard and mouse softly sounded an exciting song.
And I said: Go Seven, you must win and you will win. I’m sorry.
One and a half of them collided face to face with two and a half pairs of dogs and snakes, and the formation was changing every second. Red-blooded soldiers were pulled to the outer edge of the line, shielded soldiers stormed into the centre, surrounded and counter-crowded, broken and broken, and the battle changed rapidly, and this was the highest level of direct combat I have ever seen. In a period of time, it was not clear which side had the advantage, and the newly produced soldiers were immediately engaged in combat, the two sides were hanging around the centre of the map, while each of the units was bypassed from the right and the left, and the Seven worked with their opponents on a three-line operation to fight each other at the main and sub-bases.
I suddenly understood the reason for their obsession with stars, which is undoubtedly a game of obscurantism, more vagaries than chess, and more cruel and bloody than chess. Racist
The smoke was scattered, the scrambling snakes were mashed up in the field, the old seven-finger squirts had gone beyond my sight and turned into a shadow, and my cigarette butt fell on my pants, so I found too much focus on the current situation, and the whole cigarette had been burned without a sip.
Seven suddenly screamed.
Perhaps the pain of the finger was beyond its limit, and one of the fierce warriors went straight into the pocket of the snake and was immediately eliminated by his opponent. Like the first dumping of Domino, small losses gradually turn into a catastrophic chain, the front begins to advance in the direction of the old seven bases, with an increasing number of pythons and divers, who are forced to shrink their lines and build up their strength to prepare for a wave of counter-attacks, which, if successful, will be victory or destruction.
I saw four warriors of the Light Holy Church in the ranks, who had to hold their fists tight, which could be the key to defeat.
The first lightning appeared in the stingers, and there was a panic and a gap in the battle. As the 7th army came out of a plane nest to launch a frontal collision with the bugs, four groups of stabbing snakes and divers were ready to shoot in formation, and the four priests moved at the same time, four lightning spelt into a large, rect-shaped lightning grid, covering large areas of the snakes, which fell on the enemy for only two seconds immediately after the second.
Double lightning matrix! This is the most proud operation of the Seven, to appear in the battlefield in the perfect form of his dream.
But like the uncharted Prophet, the formation of the Viper changed twice, accurately avoiding two lightning grids, and only six or seven of them were turned into blood. There’s no second chance that a snake’s precise target will wipe out the saints.
At this point in time, the zealots of the Seven disappeared into acid, and with the demise of the two rulers, the form of the divines collapsed, and the large bug forces ran over the bodies of dozens of soldiers at the second base, destroying the economic life of the Seven.
This time Old Seven did not take the initiative to hit gg, and he sat there and watched his opponent destroy his building one after another until the last crystal tower burst into acid, and the picture was dark and the game was over.
My heart’s still beating, it’s a very good fight. The sun came out of the window softly, shining out the back of the heads of the sleepers, and dust was floating in the pillars of light, and the Blue Net Cafe was yet another calm and exhausted morning.
I said, “Seven, I got you. You’re doing the right thing. You can be a professional. You can do it.” I’ll explain to your parents when they get here. I’m sorry.
Seven doesn’t talk.
I said, “That’s it, Koreans are great, but you’re not bad. Let’s go back to the dorm and be good brothers. I’m sorry.
Seven doesn’t talk.
I said, “Don’t be mad at me. “Speak to his shoulder and feel like he’s shooting a stiff piece of wood. I looked over, and I found the 7th staring at Gameover.
I said, “Seven.” I’m sorry.
I pressed the Enter key for him back to the battle hall, and the Koreans left a few words and said, “GoodGameMyFriend,GoodGame.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Seven, you see the Koreans say you played well. You did. Let’s go to the hospital. I’m sorry.
I woke up next door, and I said, “No, I’m in trouble.” I only noticed the look of Old Seven, whose eyes were like a lost glass ball, and his mouth was wide open, and his teeth were covered in yellow, and his tongue was stretched to the side. I shook his shoulders, and his head was shaking, as if his neck was supported by an empty shell without weight.
“He’s not breathing, he’s not breathing!” I’m sorry.
I found out that his chest did not rise or fall, and put him down on the ground and pressed him on the chest with the lessons of physical education.
His tattered bow, which casts an arrow through the cracks of the clouds, then it breaks the sound of the bam, which has been unstable, and the time bomb planted in his head, when the war broke down, or when he gave up his burden and laid down everything he trusted.
Everyone in the internet cafe was surrounded. I gave him first aid, one, two. The sound of the ambulance is very remote, the sun that has been cut off by the fence is untempered, and the smell and color of the Blue Net Cafe fades in time, and I see the face of the Seven is swaying in the right and right with the pressurized motion, as if he was shaking his head to the left. Until everything gets farther away.
For that professional, it’s probably just a few fun fights with a strange player, but these games are the whole life for Seven.
He lost.
07
Last July, it was not raining. It was a hot sun.
At 12 p.m., I walked into the school’s south gate of the puckhouse, which was just as noisy and hot as it was 10 years ago, full of cheap duck butter. There were only a few people sitting in box 3, and I saw me entering the door, and I stood up and welcomed, and I knew one or two of them, but I couldn’t name them: the others were probably familiar, not sure whether they were classmates.
The master pushed the car in and started a piece of roasted duck, with a knife cut from the skin of the duck, with a yellow-slit, fatted duck skin taken off and squeezed into a dry white disk with dirty white gloves.
And Zhiqiang came in and laughed, saying, “The convenor is late, and he will be punished for three cups.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say. He came over to give me a bear hug and said nothing.
The brothers in the 213 dormitory came over four or five times, and the second was very busy with the insurance business, basically cut off from everyone and could not attend. Six had not been very good at learning, had failed to obtain a diploma and had gone home to become a junior high school teacher, and had not come back. It’s natural for a brother to brag, to talk about his relationship, but in the middle there’s 7 and he can’t talk.
The meal was as long and boring as any of the others, with the rich flaunting of the car keys and watch, with the right to call the driver to bring the wine, and the class became an indecisive housewife.
The beauty pageant. Eat, drink, talk and laugh until the end of the afternoon, when everyone left after a chill, drilled out the revolving door of the duck pears, and the waiter started to pack tables and drag floors, and we sat there and smoked Frou King and was bored, and Zhiqiang said, “Come on, let’s go and see who we’re going to meet, I’ll buy.” I’m sorry.
And he came back with his bill, and put the credit card in his wallet, and said, “I did not drink much of it in my car; I took the notebook.” I’m sorry.
We left the hotel and went to a new Mercedes car to silence the cigarette. The car drove fast and steady, and in a little while it arrived at the Watershed Hospital, which was no different from the one it was 10 years ago. People were crowded in the waiting room, and the trafficker was drilling around, and there was a smell of a bad foot in the air.
When I went upstairs in the elevator, I was nervous, and I didn’t look very good to see anyone else. We stood at the door of the ward for a while, Zhiqiang took his fist and knocked on the door, the door opened, a nurse came out and said that he was ready as his family had asked, that his parents were not in Beijing, that there was something to do to find her at the nurse’s station, that she should be asked to pack her things, and that the patient was stable at the moment, but not too emotional. We thank you for coming in and closing the door to the ward.
He sat on his bed, staring at the computer screen on the table, he looked at himself in the black screen, and he murmured the number: “1213,1518,2029…”
He said: “O Seven, we have come to see you. When you’re done talking, your nose is red.
I don’t want to look at this picture, but the medical records coming out of the bed.
Intangible mental disorders… acute symptoms, schizophrenia. Self-deprivation, incomplete personality, cognitive impairment, persistent delusional mental disorder. Mental disability.
Treatment … O-N-O-N-O-N-O, chlor-N-P.
Observation reports … are harmless. Unresponsive to outside stimulation, delusions … Star-to-star competition over video games continues to play game delusions, cyclical, endless.
Zhiqiang said: “O Seven, you have to fight with you every time you come to visit, this time you two fight, we’ll watch.” I’m sorry.
I looked back, and I put my notebook on the nightstand, and I pulled the net, connected it to the desktop on the bed, and turned on two computers. And Zhiqiang took a chair and said: Sit down and beat the stars with old seven, and make him happy. I’m sorry.
I said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
Go to the familiar skyscraper picture, choose UDP online, build a host, all the same as in the school room. Time is a worthless thing, not half a weight for more than a decade.
Seven was taken to the hospital to save his life, but completely insane.
He can’t go back to the real world, he’s stuck in the game that he lost, and maybe the one-V1 in his head hasn’t finished, and his lightning matrix comes over and over and over and over again on his opponent’s stabbing snake. He can’t talk to anyone, he can’t say a full sentence, he doesn’t respond to any excitement from outside. He eats and drinks water and defecation, but it’s just a necessary preparation for the imaginary game.
I can’t tell if I ate a bun in reality, or a bowl of cold bubble noodles under a dark light at Bluewood.
As an aided treatment, the doctor will occasionally use the computer to hit the stars, and he will play with the computer one V1, but not with the computer, but with the body’s natural actions, because every operation goes deep into the bone marrow. He will lose to the computer, only to practice the legions of a fighter, pull out the team, put it back, pull it back, put it back.
Image: lao7 joined the game.
I click to start, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Luna Map, 1V1, I was born at 11 o’clock, a godly, double camp, and sent farmers to visit the road and found 7th at 5 o’clock, Bug. He is still strong, and soon we fought hard at the centre of the map, and the warriors and the snakes went to death, to build, to die, to build, to die.
I turned to old seven’s face, a thin and calm face, and my eyes were still obstinate, because I was shaving and my face was covered in black and yellow. I directed the soldiers forward, and I suddenly remembered a saying from old seven that it was the same thing to hit stars and write words, the same thing I wrote in different hands, that anyone in this dormitory sitting behind a computer and fighting with me could recognize you in style, like that little horn called “thank you little stars.”
Do you recognize me?
At this point, the sound is ticking, and there’s a line of nyhao on the public chat window between stars.
I reply: Nihao. I’m on the Internet.
End, he’s on the other end of the line. I twisted my head and looked at the other brothers. They were all surrounded.
Seven around, ’cause Seven’s finger is knocking on the keyboard.
Old Seven: Haojiubujian.
I: haojiubujian.
Zhiqiang covered his face with his hands and turned his head out of the window. I saw a mouse with his right hand.
tab, the middle finger of the broken section clicks on the right. My substation is under attack.
Hit.
Seven: Who are you?
I mean, don’t you remember me?
Seven: Who am I?
I mean, you’re the 7th, the 7th of our dorm.
What are we doing?
We’re: We’re in the stars.
Seven: Why do we have to connect stars?
I: Because you like stars.
Don’t you like it? I: I like it.
Seven: Do I like it?
I like it.
It’s hot in the house, the fan turns slowly, and a pear rots in the tray. I’m strong.
I didn’t know this conversation really happened in the game.
It’s a mess in my weightless time.
Seven: Who are you?
I’m: Didn’t you ask?
Seven: Who are you?
I said: I answered.
Seven: Who are you?
“I am I.”
I don’t know what that means.
Shit.
Seven: I’m Seven.
I said, “Yes.”
Seven: Who are you?
We said, “You should know.”
I know that. The boss is Chi Keung, Shandong Man. I like him. I’m a Hebei man. I love money. I love him. Old San Lubei cheats and likes to take advantage of him. Four Heilong Gangs, tall, chicken, I like him. Old Beijingers can do anything. I like him. Old Six Yunnan, the Mandarin speaks better than Mandarin. The exam is never good. I like him. I’m the 7th, Shanxi, and you’re laughing at my accent. I know they like me.
I: Yes, we are brothers.
Then who are you?
I thought about it and I stopped.
Who am I? I remember every brother’s shadow, but none of my own. I remember Zhiqiang hugging my shoulder called my brother, brushing the night with my dick, asking me to help prepare the little scooter, play basketball with me, play with me, play with me, play with me, listen to my old man, sing with me, and I’m not one of the seven single stars 1 V1, who am I?
Me: Who am I?
Seven: I get it. You’re me.
I said: What do you say?
Seven: I’ve been standing there too long, I can’t play with stars, I’m dying, so there you are.
I mean, I don’t understand.
Seven: I get it. I couldn’t move, so you grew up, graduated, worked, saw the world, kissed pretty girls, ate good food, drank wine, played games for years. How many years?
I’m 10 years old.
Seven years old, worth it.
I said, “I still don’t understand.”
Seven: I get it. You’re me, I’m made in my head. I’m trapped by stars, so I got you. Everything I remember is something that you remember, and you have to repeat what I remember, like a movie, so you can’t play me. You played the role of all the brothers and made up your memory. You’re Dick, Dick, Four, Five, Six and I.
I: I think I understand.
I think I understand.
I stood up to the bedside. Their movements are condensed, like the air in the room is suddenly frozen, looking at it, and it’s starting to blur. The sun was scattered and the city was still the same, but the far-off buildings and clouds were written with no details at all.
I know why this city hasn’t changed in 10 years, because everything I’ve been through has come from the memory of Seven, who doesn’t remember things that never happened in this world.
So we used our mobile phone 10 years ago, we lived in a building 10 years ago, we ate 10 years ago, we sat in a car 10 years ago and we played games online 10 years ago. Time does have no weight, because time itself is an illusion.
I went back to the story of the seventh, from a third person’s point of view, and I slowly thought about it for a long time, and I figured out all the answers to the stars, which had nothing to do with right and wrong, but a one-on-one choice.
The 7th is right and the others are not wrong. If it looks wrong, only the time is too short to heal the differences.
So it’s time to end, because the story itself is a light illusion. It doesn’t matter who I am, but what matters is the past and the future that never happened.
I turned to 7 and 7 looked at me. When I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, my eyelids became very heavy, spinning around and the time was broken, and I ended a long journey.
08
I opened my eyes and my face was hot. It was a tear from the strong.
“You’re suffocating to death. I said:
– What?
