Die tiefsten Gefühle für die Nacht

Kapitel 1

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[Lesson 1] We must go to the assembly.

When her roommate A called, You Ran was wrapped in a thick quilt, baring her front teeth, her mouth wide open, looking pale and greasy, her eyes gleaming green as she stared at K.

"You Ran, are you coming to the meeting? The whole class is here, except for you," said roommate A.

You Ran quickly calculated that it was Sunday evening, the time for the entire grade to gather.

Then, she answered decisively, "No."

The reason is simple: she was waiting to steal her friend's cordyceps.

"Today is the first day of the new counselor's term, aren't you going to give him some face?" Roommate A tried to reason with her.

"If he asks, tell him my face is black and purple, I'm spitting blood, my whole body is convulsing, I'm terminally ill, and I won't live much longer." You Ran's eyes never left the computer screen.

Compared to those who set alarms to wake up in the middle of the night just to steal a blade of grass, You Ran felt that she hadn't become obsessed with K.

"Okay, I'll improvise," roommate A said before hanging up the phone.

The call lasted exactly 58 seconds.

M-Zone: My territory, my rules; my phone bill, my responsibility.

He tossed his phone onto the bed and leisurely continued staring at K.

On the page, in "Chen Apple's" garden, on the checkered grass, the unpleasant-looking cordyceps, resembling spider legs, have matured.

Leisurely, he waited for those final ten seconds.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

steal!

With her nimble hand, You Ran clicked the mouse furiously, and instantly, ten cordyceps were added to her inventory.

Humans are strange creatures. Stealing a virtual item can excite them more than forcibly kissing Putin, hitting Bush with a shoe, or removing Sarkozy's height-increasing insoles.

After finishing, he leisurely logged out, changed into his alternate account, and continued stealing.

After all, Chen Pingguo stole all eight ginseng roots that You Ran had painstakingly cultivated for more than twenty days last time, so her retaliation today is only reasonable.

You Ran doesn't think of herself as a malicious person. In high school, a girl secretly messed with her a few times, and You Ran only cursed that the girl's breasts to be one cup size smaller, just one cup size.

Of course, the girl at that time had an A-cup.

Later, You Ran's curse succeeded; the girl lost too much weight, and all that was left of her chest were a few ribs.

After the theft was over, You Ran's stomach started to rumble—she hadn't eaten dinner and was hungry.

The university You Ran attends is in a great location, right in the bustling city center, with restaurants and supermarkets everywhere, so there's no need to worry about food at all.

After changing my clothes, I leisurely left the school gate and headed straight for the nearest large supermarket. Once inside, I went straight to the instant noodle section.

For a student like You Ran who can't distinguish between grains, instant noodles are a gift from God.

But for a while, You Ran avoided noodles like the plague.

The matter is both simple and quite complicated.

When You Ran first entered university, like most girls, she felt that her task at this stage was to have a saccharine or erotic relationship.

As soon as one's mind wanders, peach blossoms scatter in all directions.

At a social gathering for students from the psychology and physical education departments, You Ran and a burly male athlete hit it off.

The two sent a hundred text messages every day, faithfully supporting the mobile company's relentless money-making activities.

After sending 30,000 text messages, the athletic guy decided to confess his feelings to You Ran.

The location was a newly opened self-service hot pot restaurant near the school. At that time, the two of them were still children and knew how to call out "that shy thing," so they just lowered their heads and ate heartily, without talking about romance.

You Ran was on a periodic diet at the time. When she was about 80% full, she suddenly realized that if she continued to remain silent, the extra three kilograms of fat on her body would stay there forever.

So, You Ran mustered her courage and adopted a roundabout tactic, deliberately asking, "Did you ask me out today for something?"

Later, You Ran thought countless times that if she hadn't chosen the wrong time to look up, perhaps she and the sports guy would have become a loving couple, living happily ever after, their love deep and enduring.

When she looked up, the athletic guy was scooping noodles out of the hot pot and slurping them up.

Upon hearing You Ran's question, the athletic man's heart raced, and he panicked. He immediately bit the noodle in half and quickly sucked it into his esophagus. However, he was too fast and too forceful, and the noodle sprayed out of his nose.

A soft, thin, white substance slowly flowed from the athlete's right nostril.

Unfortunate noodles, unfortunate sportsman.

That scene became the raw material for You Ran's nightmares for the entire next year.

You Ran remembers that at that moment, the restaurant was extremely quiet. After a long while, with a "plop," the noodles finally fell from her nostrils onto the table.

Then, the athletic guy blew his nose and answered You Ran's question: "I wanted to ask you...would you like to be my girlfriend?"

Friends around her all say that You Ran is a very strange person; there is a vacuum in one area of her brain.

She consistently ranked first in math every year, but when buying small watermelons, she complained that the seller's price of "three yuan each" was too expensive and proactively bargained down to "three for ten yuan."

She could suddenly turn around during the final sprint of the 800-meter race, clasp her hands together, mimic the pose of a protagonist unleashing a power-up in an online game, and shout "Shockwave!" causing a group of students behind her to faint from shock, while she would then be the first to reach the finish line.

Even with such a strange ease, looking at the innocent noodle on the table that seemed to be stained with a suspicious liquid, she still couldn't agree to the sports guy's request.

Thirty thousand M-Zone text messages yielded no results.

But there were further developments in this matter.

The male athlete has a god-sister who is the big sister of the physical education department. After learning that the male athlete was rejected by You Ran, she felt indignant on behalf of her brother and incited the students of the physical education department to be dissatisfied with You Ran and the psychology department she belongs to, so as to take revenge when the opportunity arises.

Coincidentally, the football tournament of a certain cup was coming up soon, and by sheer bad luck, the physical education department and the psychology department were going to be paired up.

The eldest sister, acting as the referee, blew a biased whistle, completely favoring her own department. The psychology department students were outraged and started arguing.

Nineteen- or twenty-year-old kids, all overflowing with hormones, would start fighting after just a few words.

Needless to say, the physical education students were tall for a reason, and before long, the psychology students were being beaten so badly they were begging for mercy.

The female psychology students, unable to bear seeing this, rushed forward regardless of their own safety, hoping to save their male comrades from this predicament, all in the name of losing weight.

After all, if anything were to happen to these boys, who would help them get hot water?

The athletic guy winced in pain and raised his fist to retaliate, but when he saw that it was a girl who had attacked him, he swallowed his anger and vented it on the poor psychology guy instead.

Seeing this, the female psychologists became emboldened and began scratching the necks of the male athletes with their sharp nails. The male athletes, in turn, swung their fists even harder, aiming all their punches at the vital points of the psychologists.

So, a bizarre scene unfolded on the football field—in the center was a group of psychologists clutching their heads and wailing, on the outer ring was a group of athletes raising their fists to beat them up, and on the outermost ring were psychologists using ghostly claws to ambush the athletes.

The brawl continued until the presidents of both houses arrived.

Although this incident was egregious, the law does not punish the masses, and no one was held accountable for their major or minor offenses.

Therefore, when it comes to fighting, it's best to fight in a group.

Bringing my thoughts back, I leisurely spotted the tomato and beef brisket flavored instant noodles I had been searching for—only one pack left.

It's all about luck and good fortune.

With a graceful, light-footed movement, she flashed past and grabbed the packet of instant noodles.

At the same time, another hand reached out from another direction and grabbed the last packet of tomato and beef brisket flavored instant noodles.

She looked up casually and saw the man who had been fighting with her for instant noodles.

He was quite tall—because he blocked the light in front of You Ran.

He looks quite handsome—because a nose is a nose and eyes are eyes; no nose can grow into eyes, nor can eyes grow into noses.

She's quite young—because she looks only a few years older than You Ran.

He is not kind at heart—because the glasses he is wearing are non-prescription.

You Ran believes that anyone who wears non-prescription glasses for no reason is either a thief or a criminal.

While You Ran was leisurely observing the man, the man was also observing her. However, because of his non-prescription glasses, You Ran couldn't see his eyes clearly. The only sound was a bright white light sliding from the lower left corner of the glasses to the upper right corner, eventually converging at a single point on the frame and making a soft "ding" sound.

The visitor seemed to have ill intentions; this was the only thought in You Ran's mind. So, she wisely moved her hand away, preparing to retreat without a fight.

As You Ran did this, the man also seemingly gentlemanly removed his hand.

It seems so, but it's just that—it seems so.

Since the man had given up, You Ran didn't hold back and immediately stretched out her hand again.

Coincidentally, the man did the same thing as You Ran.

So, their hands met again on the instant noodles.

When she gets hungry, You Ran's temper flares up, so this time, she's determined not to let go.

The man seemed to share the same thoughts as her.

A man and a woman were locked in a stalemate, with a packet of instant noodles in the center, symbolizing a virtuous woman who would never marry twice.

You Ran began to kill the man with her eyes, slashing him again and again, but the man was like a pile of quiet cotton. No matter how sharp You Ran's eyes were, he remained unmoved and calmly accepted the attack.

Shopping carts passed by them one after another, and inquisitive glances were cast their way, but the two remained locked in a stalemate.

A very, very, very long time later, long enough that You Ran's feet had become numb and sore, a sound thawed the two of them.

"Gurgle," You Ran's stomach made an untimely sound, like a thunderclap in the quiet, hostile atmosphere between the two.

Then, You Ran watched as the bright white light slid from the upper right corner of the man's glasses to the lower left corner, converging at a single point on the frame and making a soft "ding" sound.

This white light carried fifty percent of malevolent emotion.

Then, the man let go of her hand, turned around, and left.

You Ran stood there, holding the packet of instant noodles, her face flushed red.

At this moment, You Ran desperately wished she had a needle, so that she could pierce her face and let the blood spurt out towards the man with the non-prescription glasses, leaving him half-dead and crippled.

After the "noodles-nostrils" incident, You Ran lost interest in dating.

When the mind is closed off, all the peach blossoms in the sky wither.

For the past two years, You Ran has spent most of her time in her dormitory surfing the internet, chatting on QQ, playing online games, and living a decadent and common college life.

Without romantic moments under the moon or any romantic scenes, they still find joy and contentment in their simple lives.

Spending time online makes the days fly by; in the blink of an eye, another week has passed.