On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

Luo Zifan patted Song Yu on the back, and it took him a long time to say something to Song Yu.

"sorry."

He only saw the pain of Yan Baijing's unrequited love, but didn't notice Song Yu's struggle in the middle.

Song Yu was not sad.

My friend is going abroad, but I didn't tell him anything.

leave without saying goodbye.

He has no reason not to be sad.

And the last time they met, they still said that he was disgusting and told him to go away.

He doesn't know how much he hurts.

He had been a straight man for so many years, and suddenly one day he had feelings for his roommate.

How would he accept this sudden turn in his sexual orientation.

No matter what he chooses, it is a road of no return.

Song Yu had cried enough, had vented enough, and there was a dead silence in his eyes.

"I want to be alone for a while."

Luo Zifan gave Song Yu this quiet time.

Song Yu boarded the game and watched a group of masters planting flags in Old Chang'an.

Suddenly remembered that he hadn't been online for a long time, his unattended apprentice Xiuxiu recited words.

He clicked on the friend list.

The mouse hovered over the gloomy head portrait.

There is a line written below.

Miss Song, the world is gone.

His heart ached like a convulsion.

Miss Song.

Miss Song.

In the end, the person who gave him side-by-side advice, comfort, and companionship during his most confused period turned out to be the nightmare that he couldn't get rid of no matter what.

There is still the sycamore leaf bookmark on the table.

He really is gone.

Nothing was taken away.

Like he never showed up.

He moved the mouse slowly down.

A friend's profile picture turned into a gray "Xia" character.

The name column reads:

This role has been deleted

Not only in reality, but even in the game, he also handled it completely.

Song Yu looked at the computer and suddenly laughed.

The tip of the nose is sore.

"Yan Baijing, are you fucking playing with me?"

In the days that followed, Song Yu often didn't even go out to eat, and stayed in the dormitory every day, playing games.

Don't go to class, don't do homework, don't go to work.

There were only Luo Zifan and Song Yu in the dormitory, and Luo Zifan saw that Song Yu's going on like this was not an option.

Song Yu is now in a state of extreme numbness.

Luo Zifan wanted to take Song Yu out to play, and Song Yu would look at Luo Zifan with his dull eyes, "Why are you going out? I'm too lazy to move."

Then dive headfirst into the game.

this school year.

Song Yu failed seven courses.

Song Yu laughed at himself.

"Look, I really have a relationship with the number seven."

Luo Zifan couldn't understand Song Yu's brain circuit at all.

"Song Yu, you've failed your exams! If you fail too many exams, you won't be able to get your degree certificate!"

Song Yu just looked at Luo Zifan indifferently.

"I know."

But, I can't learn anything.

I have long forgotten how to study.

When he picked up the book, he could even fall asleep in the next second.

Only when playing games and fighting, would Yan Baijing be squeezed out of his head.

Song Yu chuckled, "Zifan, I think I can write a book in the future."

Luo Zifan was baffled by Song Yu's thoughtless words.

"what?"

"The name is the correct way to discuss not failing at the end of the semester."

Luo Zifan wanted to sneer, but you don't know if you don't pass the exam, and you have the pride of the seven schools, and you want to teach others not to fail?

As soon as the words came to his lips, he saw Song Yu's expression.

I was stunned.

Song Yu's eyes were painful.

At that time, Yan Baijing would drag Song Yu to tutoring, and would put the answers on Song Yu's desk during the exam.

Discuss the correct way of not failing at the end of the semester.

It was Yan Baijing.

Without Yan Baijing in the student union, Song Yu's work became extremely difficult.

Only then did he belatedly realize how much care Yan Baijing gave him back then.

I didn't understand it when I was in the game, but now I think about it and see the face in my heart.

I don't know what they are fighting for.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

The instructor talked to him and asked him to study hard, otherwise he would repeat the grade.

The instructor also told Mama Song that he had hung seven doors.

Song Ma asked Song Yu with great concern what was going on and why he had so many hangups all of a sudden.

Facing his mother who cared about him, Song Yu couldn't even open his mouth to explain.

The result of all this is his own death.

In addition to guilt, there is only a dark cloud left in my heart.

I am sorry.

I really don't know how to face life, face reality, and face my mother.

Junior year.

He resigned from the student union.

He lived in self-blame and guilt for a whole year, had countless conversations with his mentor, and had fewer and fewer friends around him. Even Luo Zifan was unwilling to take care of this self-defeating waste anymore.

There can be many reasons for a person not to work hard.

Luo Zifan didn't believe that he had been immersed in Yan Baijing's departure for a year.

Decadence, a week is fine, a month is fine, a year is too weak.

This is not trash, what is it.

To put it bluntly, it is to make excuses for my laziness.

Song Yu fell into an endless loop.

If you fail a course, you feel guilty towards your mother, and if you fail to read the book, you will feel guilty again if you fail a course.

The heart is also torturing myself.

When he realized what he should do, he had already passed too many subjects.

to the point of no return.

Only then did he see his mother's broken heart.

Only then can I see clearly the friends who have left me because of my negative energy.

Only then did he realize that he was shrinking in his own evasion, and the reality would not show him any mercy because of his evasion.

The ending will only get worse.

"You don't have a degree certificate anymore, but there is still a way now, you don't have to take the make-up exam, just repeat the grade for a year, and get back the sub-study of that year."

Song Yu still chose to pass the make-up exam.

Taint credits exceeded the maximum limit.

He was forced to a dead end without a degree certificate.

There is no degree certificate to show anything. I have been dawdling in the university for the past four years and have learned nothing.

Song Yu was not going to repeat the grade.

This is his own decision, and he will not regret it.

Since he committed the death himself, he had to deal with it himself.

Staying for one more year in order to get a degree certificate, others will know what is going on when they see the date of enrollment and graduation. In fact, everyone knows it tacitly.

Time passed quickly, and it was my senior year in the blink of an eye.

Song Yu's original plan was very good. In his senior year, he had to find a job no matter what.

But something went wrong halfway.

Song's mother said that she knew a friend, and a friend of a friend was a professor in their school, and said that she wanted Song Yu to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

The postgraduate entrance examination is a good way. After graduation, the job will be more guaranteed, and it doesn't matter if Song Yu doesn't have a bachelor's degree certificate. After graduation, he will have a master's degree certificate.

PubMed.

When Song Yu heard these two words, he was stunned.

If he was really interested in studying and researching, would he still pass so many classes?

He never thought that he would have something to do with the postgraduate entrance examination.

With only 4 months before the postgraduate entrance examination, he needs to review what others have learned in a whole year.

is it possible?

He wanted to work early to help mother Song relieve the pressure, and in his senior year, he really didn't even want to touch books.

Mother Song has more white hair on her head.

"Just listen to me this time... Mom is also doing it for your own good."

Song Yu was really helpless.

Reading books that I don't understand every day seems to be feeding myself poison.

He is in such a state that he can only kneel if he can be admitted to the graduate school.

I don't know where I went when I worked hard in the third year of high school.

He said, "Mom, please, let me find a job. I really don't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination."

Thinking of piled up in the laboratory every day after finishing the postgraduate entrance examination, facing the papers every day, his head is getting big.

But when he saw his mother learning to send WeChat and shouting cheers at him with all kinds of cute expressions, Song Yu was helpless again.

he thinks.

Push yourself.

I already broke my mother's heart, and my mother can't bear another big blow.

It's not that Song Yu didn't sneak around to find a job.

But it turned out to be frustrating for him.

Better companies place a lot of emphasis on performance.

His grade point of only 1, who can show it to anyone?

In this world, without a degree certificate, is it really impossible to live?

Song Yu will not regret the choice he made at the beginning, and he will suffer the consequences. Now is the time to bear the consequences.

He knew it was useless to regret.

Also bite the bullet and take the postgraduate entrance examination.

As a result, he was not so lucky.

But at the moment when he saw the failure of the postgraduate entrance examination, the stone in his heart fell slightly.

However, Mother Song was not so open-minded.

Mother Song shed tears all day, but finally fell ill.

Song Yu finally felt the great pressure.

He had to bite the bullet and find a job to support his crumbling family.

A salary of 3,4000 yuan can be found anywhere.

Song Yu really wanted to run around to make money.

He works in the company during the day, and goes to the bar as a resident singer at night.

In fact, he still likes the job of being a resident singer in a bar.

But it is very hard work. Although he can earn 6,7000 a month, he is so tired that only a layer of skin remains.

And he couldn't save any money at all.

All the money was spent on Song's mother's medical expenses.

On the day of graduation, Song Yu wore a bachelor's uniform and Luo Zifan took a graduation photo alone.

Song Yu managed to take a day off.

When Luo Zifan saw Song Yu again, Song Yu was so thin that it made people feel distressed.Those bones seemed to be able to kill people.

"Will it be too hard?"

Song Yu smiled bitterly.

"That can't be helped. Who made me let myself be decadent in college for so long? It's all deserved."

Luo Zifan patted Song Yu on the shoulder and handed Song Yu an envelope.

"This is my internship salary, you use it to treat our mother."

Song Yu's tears rolled down immediately.

"I can't take it."

Luo Zifan kidnapped Song Yu.

"Why be polite to me, tell me if you have any difficulties in the future, and I will help you if I can."

Song Yu felt that getting to know Luo Zifan as a friend was really worth it.

Luo Zifan handed Song Yu a cigarette.

"If Bai Jing was here, he would definitely not want to see you like this. I'm also helping him to accumulate virtue."

It's good not to mention Yan Baijing, but when this name was mentioned, Song Yu couldn't even hold the cigarette butt steady, shaking it to the ground.

The eyes are empty.

Luo Zifan smiled.

"That's really stupid. After going abroad for so many years, I haven't heard from him at all. It's fine if I don't contact you, and I don't even contact you."

Song Yu forced a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"He is so powerful, he will definitely be very promising when he comes back. If he is still willing to look at me, a common man, I will be satisfied."

The more I get in touch with society, the more I understand how precious it is to feel loved wholeheartedly.

Song Yu only knew that no one would treat himself like a treasure like him.

And he had lost him forever.

Luo Zifan patted Song Yu's head.

"it's already over."

Yes, it's all over.

Those beautiful, purest universities have become a thing of the past.

The person who likes him the most has become a thing of the past.

"In the past two years, I have figured out one thing."

Song Yu curled the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not gay."

Luo Zifan frowned.

"It's just that the person I like is the same sex as me."