Chapter 2 (1/2)

The computer turned on quickly. Xia Yan didn't log on to QQ. He didn't make any friends in high school. On the contrary, there were many unpleasant people. There were only a few QQ friends, so there was no need to log in.

Xia Yan watched the news for a while, logged in to the forum of Sihe University, registered an account and browsed it with interest. The forum is definitely an important way to understand the school. There was no such a big forum in his high school. There was only one post bar. It was full of posts about picking up girls, and there was no nutrition at all.

He first looked at the essences, first saw what he had to do in the fifty new things, and the community scores, and felt a lot of benefits.

If you look at it again, the post will be wonderful, ”flower list of Sihe University”! Xia Yan's eyes lit up and was about to click on it. Suddenly, she saw another post below. She took a meal, moved away from the school flower and clicked on it.

Details of the supernatural events in Sihe University

Xia Yan has long heard that every university is built on graves, and countless ghost stories are spread in every university. Toilets and libraries are places where supernatural events occur frequently... University culture undoubtedly includes supernatural culture.

The post was very long and wrote dozens of supernatural legends. Xia Yan watched it with interest and exclaimed ”tut tut” from time to time.

”Do you want to be so obscene and make such a sound when watching love action movies?” Zhao Qiang * * walked out of the toilet wearing a pair of sports shorts and said contemptuously while wiping his hair.

”Zhao Qiang, do you know the legend of Sandong 402?” Xia Yan raised his head and said with a bad smile.

”What legend?” Zhao Qiang asked.

”Our dormitory... Someone died a few years ago. Just where you stood, you hanged yourself on the door frame with shoelaces in the middle of the night!” Xia Yan lowered his voice and said darkly.

Zhao Qiang was stunned, raised his hand and touched the two meter high door frame, and said thoughtfully: ”If he can hang in this place, his height must not exceed 1.65 meters. A man of this height must have no girlfriend, not even a girlfriend. It's not unfair to hang himself. In addition, his shoelaces are of good quality and he can tie knots very well... Eh, classmate, do you live here, too? Come in quickly!”

Xia Yan saw that the goods were not afraid of ghost stories. He couldn't help being disappointed. When he heard him call his classmates, he turned his head and looked. At the door stood a small boy with glasses and gentle. With a frightened expression on his face, he hesitated to come in.

”Can I apply for changing the dormitory?” the boy said with a sad face.

The boy who was frightened by the ghost story was Qin Jian, from Shuangqing. It was impossible to change the dormitory. The three introduced themselves and soon became familiar with each other.

”By the way, remember your mobile phone number, mine is...” the three chatted for a while, and Zhao Qiang suggested.

The three saved each other's numbers. When they saw Xia Yan's Nuoji mobile phone bought for 200 yuan, they guessed that Xia Yan's family was poor.