Monday, May 20, 2019.
It was the end of spring and the summer solstice.
During this season, the temperature difference between day and night in the Jiangnan District was huge. During the day, it was hot like a dog wearing underpants, but at night, it was cold like a bird curled up in bed.
Jiangnan University City.
It was 2: 13 in the afternoon, which was the time for students to go to class. Song Shuhang was alone in the dormitory. His computer desk was pulled to the side of his bed, making it convenient for him to watch the movie in various positions.
Song Shuhang did not have a hobby of skipping classes. During the first half of last night, the weather was stuffy and hot. In his sleep, he used "Twin Dragons Out of the Sea" to kick the quilt away. In the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply. Song Shuhang, who was only wearing underpants, suddenly felt miserable. In his sleep, his hands groped around the bed, looking for the quilt, but he could not find it. In the end, he could only shrink into the shape of a mantis shrimp, shivering in the cold midnight wind.
When the sun rose, Song Shuhang had become a member of the seasonal cold army.
His roommate had already asked for leave for today's class.
Then, he took the cold medicine and slept until now.
The high fever subsided, but his body was still a little weak. In this state, he could not go to class. So, he could only stay in the dormitory alone and watch the movie.
On the screen, the movie's progress bar slowly moved forward. However, Song Shuhang did not understand the content of the movie at all.
"The medicine's not over yet? I'm so sleepy." He yawned and felt his eyelids were a little heavy.
"Beep, beep, beep ~" At this time, the chat software in the bottom right corner of the computer jumped.
This was a notification that someone had added him as a friend or joined a group.
"Who added me?" Song Shuhang murmured. He reached out and tapped the bottom right corner of the computer's touch screen, and a notification popped up.
[Yellow Mountain Zhenjun (* * * * *) has requested to add you as a friend.] Additional message: None.
Yellow Mountain Zhenjun? Who is this, to have such a strange nickname?
"Is it a classmate in class?" Song Shuhang thought to himself. In his mind, he could not help but think of the few guys in his class who were clearly in college but were still in their teenage fantasies. If it were them, they would indeed have such a strange nickname.
Thinking of this, he clicked "Accept".
Immediately after, another system message popped up.
[Yellow Mountain Zhenjun invites you to join the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group'. Do you accept? ]
Song Shuhang pressed "Agree" again.
'Stressed by a Mountain of Books' agreed to join the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group'.
[You have agreed to join the group, please say hello to the group members! There was also a smiley face from the system.
These days, chatting tools were becoming more and more user-friendly.
After a series of notifications popped up, Song Shuhang decided to close the notifications and group chat window. He was currently drowsy, how could he have the energy to care about what group he had joined?
In any case, his settings in the group had always been 'Do not prompt messages, only show the number'. The chat in the group would not pop up to disturb him and would only show the number of chats in the group.
When he woke up, he could look through the chat history and find out which group he was in. Also, the chat history of the group members would not be lost.
His eyes grew heavier and heavier …
The movie's progress bar was still moving forward tenaciously, but Song Shuhang's consciousness was getting more and more blurry.
* * * * *
After seeing that a new member had joined the Nine Provinces Number One Group, a lurker appeared in the group.
Beihe Sanren: "Did Yellow Mountain Zhenjun add a new fellow daoist? It has been more than a year since a new member joined, right? "
Another person with the ID 'Su Clan's Seven' quickly replied: "A new fellow daoist? Which region of China are you from? Which immortal cave are you cultivating in? What is your dao name? What is your cultivation level? "
Why did he feel that something was wrong with this series of questions?
Almost at the same time, another person with the ID 'Three Waves' popped up: "What is the gender of the new fellow daoist? Are you a fairy? If so, tell us your measurements and show us your picture! "
After seeing the messages from Su Clan's Seven and Three Waves, the corners of the mouths of several people in the group twitched.
"Brother Three Waves, is your zodiac a goldfish?" Beihe Sanren sighed: "Don't seek death again. What if Yellow Mountain Zhenjun adds another senior into the group?"
Three Waves was a good guy. He was affectionate, righteous, and willing to help others. Therefore, he had a good relationship with others. It was just that he liked to talk nonsense.
Unfortunately, this guy's luck was so low that it made people's hair stand on end. Every time he couldn't help but seek death, the one he offended was always a senior. These seniors who had nothing better to do were worried about not having any fun. Naturally, they were very happy to play around with Three Waves, who had delivered himself to their doorstep.
"Please don't mention the words' senior '. This lord has a shadow in his heart." Three Waves sent a row of' crying face 'emojis.
Four years ago, this rotten mouth of his offended a beautiful 'senior', and he was tormented miserably … That senior tormented him for a whole year and four months. You didn't hear wrong, it was a whole year and four months! Thinking of that extraordinary period of time, his eyes became moist.
Just as Three Waves finished speaking, one after another, evil smile emojis popped up in the group. They didn't hide it at all, they were taking pleasure in his misfortune.
There were eight people in the group who were online. Among them, six of them popped up a row of smiling emojis.
"You guys taking pleasure in my misfortune. This lord will remember each and every one of you. Don't let this lord meet you. Otherwise, this lord will definitely let you have a taste of this lord's seventy-two swift saber!" Three Waves said hatefully. He was very confident in his swift saber. Among the six guys who were laughing just now, none of them were his match in a one on one fight.
Just as Three Waves finished speaking.
Another evil smile emoji popped up in the group. It was from Su Clan's Seven.
Su Clan's Seven excitedly said: "When is the one on one fight?"
Obviously, Su Clan's Seven didn't have any intention of taking pleasure in his misfortune. He just wanted to find someone to fight.
"…" Three Waves immediately withered.
Because he couldn't beat Seven!
His cultivation was profound. He had already reached the late stage of the Fifth Stage Spiritual Emperor Realm. He was only two steps away from the Sixth Stage Spiritual Monarch Realm. However, he couldn't beat Seven.
His seventy-two saber techniques were fast and ruthless. He also had lightning-fast footwork. However, he couldn't beat Seven.
He was known as the Mad Saber. When he was mad, even he was afraid of himself. However, he couldn't beat Seven!
After the people in the group saw that Three Waves had withered, another string of unbridled smiling emojis appeared.
"…" This time, Three Waves could only gloomily send a string of colon emojis.
The people in the group were a bit confused when they didn't see the newcomer speak.
"The new fellow daoist isn't speaking?" Beihe Sanren asked.
Unfortunately, because of the cold medicine, Song Shuhang had once again entered a half-asleep state.
At this time, Su Clan's Seven happily sent another message: "I took a look. The new fellow daoist is called 'Stressed by a Mountain of Books'. Have you heard of an expert with this daoist name? This daoist name sounds like a scholar from the Confucian sect? I'm really looking forward to it! These years, the scholars have been living in seclusion. It's hard to find them. I haven't fought with them for almost a hundred years! Now that I think about it, the scholars are even more fun to fight than the Buddhists. Not only are their words sharp, their fists are hard too. Moreover, when they're in the mood, they'll boldly recite poems to liven things up. It's really fun to fight with them. "
"Seven, I say, your expectations for the new fellow daoist are always whether they're easy to fight and whether they're fun to fight with?" Three Waves sent a crying face emoji. This is simply the behavior of a bully, okay?!
"Uh." Su Clan's Seven was a bit embarrassed.
Beihe Sanren laughed evilly: "Could it be another 'great senior' who doesn't know how to use chat tools?"
When he said this, everyone felt that this scene was very familiar.
Right, about four years ago, there was also a senior who came out of seclusion after a hundred years. He also entered the chat software with great difficulty and was added to the group by Yellow Mountain Zhenjun. But because he didn't know how to type, he didn't say anything.
Then, a guy called Three Waves happily talked nonsense in front of this senior. He asked the senior to report her three measurements, asked her to send a picture, and asked for voice chat.
Then … a few days later, Three Waves saw this senior with his own eyes. She was a very beautiful senior. She was as dazzling as the moon in the night sky.
After that, this beautiful senior tormented Thrice Reckless Mad Saber for a whole year and four months before leaving, satisfied.
Three Waves immediately knelt down.
"Huangshan?" At this time, an ID called 'Medicine Master' spoke.
It was a strange short message without any beginning or end.
Fortunately, the people in the group were already used to Medicine Master's short chat habits. He was asking the group leader where Yellow Mountain Zhenjun was.
Medicine Master's short chat wasn't because of his noble and arrogant personality. It was because he used two fingers and handwriting to type, so his speed was ridiculously slow. When there were many words, it was easy to make mistakes. Deleting and writing was extremely painful. Therefore, Medicine Master was used to keeping his chat short. Over time, it became the current way of communication where words were as precious as gold.
"After he added someone, he immediately went offline. I heard that his precious big demon dog ran away from home in a fit of anger. Yellow Mountain Zhenjun went to chase after it again. It's not easy to deal with that precious big demon dog. Right now, the True Monarch must be very busy. It's rare for him to come online and add someone. "Beihe Sanren replied.
"…" Medicine Master.
"Then we can only wait for the new fellow daoist to learn how to use the chat tool." Su Clan's Seven sighed. They were all prejudiced by first impressions. They thought that the new member was also a fellow daoist.
Seeing that the new fellow daoist didn't respond, the few people online felt that there was no fun, so they all went offline.
* * *
About an hour later, Song Shuhang slightly woke up.
"I remember that someone just added me to a group. I think it's called Nine Provinces (1) Group?" He muttered in a low voice. He opened the chat tool at the bottom right corner and pulled out the Nine Provinces (1) Group's chat window.
What kind of group is this?
Soon, the chat history from an hour ago appeared in front of him.
Song Shuhang roughly browsed through it.
Fellow daoist? Immortal's cave? What's your cultivation level?
And senior? True Monarch? Me? Hunting down the big demon dog?
All kinds of words used in Xianxia novels.
The way the members of the group talked was also very interesting — half ancient, half white, half white. It gave people the feeling that modern people were trying to use ancient language to communicate, but because they didn't have a good foundation in ancient language, it led to a very awkward way of communicating.
"Chi ~ ~" Song Shuhang laughed out loud.
It seems that this is a group created by Xianxia enthusiasts?
Oh no, this is definitely not an ordinary Xianxia enthusiast group!
Everyone in the group gave themselves a dao name. The place where they lived was called an immortal's cave. The group leader's lost pet dog was described as a big demon dog that ran away from home. There was also someone who claimed that he hadn't fought a Confucian monk for over a hundred years. In other words, that person claimed to have lived for several hundred years?
Just looking at these chat records made him feel a sense of shame.
"This degree of obsession has already reached the level of chuunibyou. Moreover, it's a very Chinese Xianxia chuunibyou." Song Shuhang secretly nodded.
It seems that this is a concentration camp for Xianxia chuunibyou!
This was his first impression of the 'Nine Provinces (1) Group' and its members.
But why did they add him to the group?
He looked at the information of the group leader, Yellow Mountain Zhenjun. He wasn't his classmate, so he definitely didn't know him.
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