sweep the heavens

Chapter 1 Chu Ping
In the spacious and bright classroom, dozens of people sat sparsely, all busy with their own affairs, or texting with their mobile phones, chatting quietly, or sleeping on the table.On the podium in front of him was a teacher about 50 years old, explaining the course on his own, as if he didn't see the absent-minded students below.

In the last row of the classroom near the door, Chu Ping was lying on the table bored, the ballpoint pen in his hand kept moving, writing some irrelevant handwriting at random. With a look of impatience, seeing Chu Ping kept writing, he leaned over and took a closer look, with a flash of admiration in his eyes.

"I can't tell, Chu Ping, you can still write pretty well!"

Chu Ping raised his head slightly, revealing a pale face that he thought he had lived in for many years. He smiled a little shyly, then lay down on his stomach, yawned a long time, and continued to fiddle with the pen in his hand.

The girl saw that Chu Ping didn't speak, nor was she angry, she seemed to be used to it, and continued to read.

Most of the A4 paper has been smeared by Chu Ping. It is random and scattered. It is obvious that the person who wrote it was not careful, but the words are coherent, very delicate, neat and stretched, with sharp edges and corners. The block letters are slightly slender.The girl seemed to be a little absorbed, and she couldn't help saying softly,
"Farewell, I don't know how far you are, how boring it is to be alone! As you go farther and farther away, there are no books, where to ask? The wind and bamboo strike the autumn rhyme in the deep night, and the sound of thousands of leaves is hatred. Therefore, I searched in a dream on a single pillow, Dreams turn into embers and lights."

Chu Ping frowned slightly, and a boy in the front row suddenly turned his head, with a playful smile on his face, "Qiu Hua, you're reading Chu Ping's writing, this kid makes old antiques every day, Now our dormitory has been nurtured with a quaint atmosphere." Said he pretended to be heartbroken, "Oh, I can't keep up with the times, I can't keep up with the times!"

Chu Ping smiled softly, and swung the hammer, "Go away. Brother cultivates your sentiments for free every day, don't get cheap and act like a good boy!"

This was a class at Jiangbei University, and Chu Ping was one of the first-year freshmen. Now, it was an old professor's political economics course, and the boring lectures made the students below him drowsy.

Now that the semester is coming to an end, the winter is approaching, but the warmth in the classroom makes people unable to lift their spirits.

The girl named Qiuhua giggled, "The writing is just like the person's, and she is as thin as the person. It doesn't look like she copied it!"

The boy in the front row simply turned around, "How about it, the eighth boy in our dormitory is not yet an adult, Qiu Hua, don't have any bad thoughts, even if you have an idea, you have to wait until this time next year!"

Chu Ping let out a "bah", his face turned red.

But Qiuhua pushed the boy, "Liu Qiang, you can't spit ivory out of your dog's mouth, be careful of being a bachelor forever!" Then he looked at Chu Ping curiously, with a smile on his face, "Are you really not 18 years old? ?”

Before Chu Ping could speak, Liu Qiang quickly took over, "Of course, Chu Ping is the smallest one in our dormitory, a serious homeboy..."

Before I finished speaking, I heard the old professor cough on the podium, "Students in the back, keep your voice down!"

The three stuck out their tongues, and their voices lowered.

"This old professor is really stubborn. Why didn't he roll the roll? I was in a hurry to leave after the roll call. Tomorrow is New Year's Day. There are still activities in my game for a few days. Double points!"

Chu Ping yawned again, stopped talking, and lay down on the table as if about to fall into a deep sleep.

Qiuhua blinked his eyes, "Liu Qiang, let's go hiking tomorrow, New Year's Day is a day off!"

Liu Qiang suddenly became interested, his eyes lit up like light bulbs, "Okay, okay, let's go together!"

Qiuhua chuckled, "Of course I called the dormitory together!"

Liu Qiang smiled, "Okay, you go back and mobilize your dormitory, and I'll go back and gather our dormitory. These grandchildren have long been bored and have nothing to do. They are tired of playing games in the dormitory every day!"

Qiuhua pushed Chu Ping, "Chu Ping, one piece tomorrow!"

Chu Ping replied lazily, "I won't go, I want to sleep well after climbing the mountain in such cold weather!"

Before Qiuhua could speak, Liu Qiang had already glared at him, "I said, Xiaoping, you're not young anymore, so hurry up and find a girlfriend, this is a good time to win a relationship. Look at your small body, don't exercise anymore You will enter old age ahead of time!"

Chu Ping was about to say something, but Liu Qiang smiled and said to Qiuhua, "Don't worry, we will all go tomorrow, and you will be responsible for convincing your dormitory!"

Jingling bells rang for a while, but get out of class was over!
The old professor picked up his purse, said something and left after class.

"Damn, there was no roll call, which made me lose two class time!"

Liu Qiang said indignantly, bid farewell to Qiuhua, and went back to the dormitory with a few boys.

The dormitory of the university has always been full of people without turning off the lights. Until after 11 o'clock, after the door is turned off and the lights are turned off, there are eight people in the dormitory.

Liu Qiang cleared his throat, and suddenly said, "I told you guys, tomorrow is New Year's Day anyway, for the happiness of our university, buddy spent a lot of talk today, and asked a few girls to go hiking tomorrow, and we have to get up early tomorrow." !"

"Damn, why didn't you say it earlier, I didn't prepare anything!" The person who spoke was Zhang Mingjun, the third child in the dormitory, who slept in Chuping's lower bunk. When Liu Qiang suddenly said something surprising, he couldn't help crying out.

"That's right, Liu Qiang, you bastard, didn't you tell me earlier that you should let the brothers go to embarrass yourself tomorrow!" Wang Tianyuan, who was on Liu Qiang's upper bunk, paused vigorously, a big bed creaked, as if it was about to be pressed The bed collapsed and Liu Qiang was thrown underneath.

Liu Qiang laughed dryly, "It's all right, I've bought all the food and drink, my brothers will clean up tomorrow, dress up and go out, just rely on your face!"

"Okay!" Several people cheered at the same time, and it passed through the window far away.

Chu Ping stuck his head out of the bed and said in a low voice, "I'm not going! I'm afraid of heights!"

Liu Qiang looked like he hated iron for being weak. He just sighed, and before he had time to speak, he heard Zhang Mingjun, who was on Chu Ping's lower bunk, kick Chu Ping's bed, and said in a sad tone, "I said Xiaoping, how can you You drag the brothers back like this, you know that you don't like to go out, but those who don't know think that our dormitory is not united and we are engaging in internal strife!"

Liu Qiang interjected, "Yes, what the third brother said is right! Eighth, if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your brothers. Today I boasted about Haikou, and if you let me get married, I'm a bachelor. Pay me a daughter-in-law!"

Wang Huaqiang, the eldest, Tang Guangbo the second, Guo Yu the fourth, Cui Can the sixth, and Meng Yongren the seventh all denounced Chu Ping in tears. The irreparable loss seemed to hold the lifelong happiness of several people in Chu Ping's hands!

Putting his hands on his forehead, Chu Ping sighed, "I've given in to you grandchildren, but I've agreed that I won't care about anything when I go tomorrow, and you can deal with the girls!"

"Necessary, of course. We don't trust you to deal with it. Maybe you will offend someone with that sentence, or be fooled by you into a beautiful woman. Wouldn't it ruin our happiness!"

The eight chatted a few more words and expressed their opinions one after another, full of fantasies about tomorrow's actions.

Suddenly, the boss, Wang Huaqiang, yelled strangely, "Students, please pay attention, the time is close to midnight on New Year's Day, please edit the text message immediately and send it happily. Don't miss this opportunity, don't regret it for a year!"

Several people hurriedly picked up their mobile phones, and seeing that the time was indeed 11:59, they hurriedly edited the text messages and sent them out in groups.

Then came the sound of text messages one after another, sending reports and receiving text messages one after another, filling my ears.

Chu Ping turned on the phone, and input "Happy New Year's Day" in the same way. After flipping through the phone book, he let out a long sigh. He only chose the name "Mu Weiqing" and clicked send.

"Brothers, who has more humorous text messages, gorgeous ones are fine, please support me." Liu Qiang shouted loudly on the bed.

Then there was another call you sent to me, and I replied to you, and the phone was beeping non-stop.

Within a few minutes, Chu Ping also received some short messages of congratulations and chose to reply with different content.

He has always been like this, he rarely takes the initiative to contact others, and he usually responds only when others come to talk to him.

"What's the point of going back and forth like this? I'm afraid those who send text messages don't even know who they send them to, so why bother to maintain such a relationship!"

Chu Ping just lay on the bed, looking at the roof illuminated by the fluorescence of the mobile phone, thinking about some messy things in boredom.

But, even if you understand, so what, people in society, after all, have to succumb, succumb to others, go against one's own will, no one can be alone and stay out of it.

"It's such a helpless life. After all, do you have to grind yourself into round pebbles in order to survive in the tide of society?"

"In the end, we still have to bury the love and hate that we were born with one by one, and become just like everyone else, so that we can stand on our feet and stand on our feet?"

"After all, it is necessary to obliterate all the differences in the original personality. In this society, does it only need to be cheerful and outgoing to live a wonderful and easy life?"

Chu Ping was just thinking blankly, when suddenly his phone rang, and he opened the text message, but it was from Mu Weiqing, the content was very short, only six words,
"Happy New Year's Day, good night!"

Chu Ping suddenly felt a sense of contentment, replied "Good night", then turned off the phone, put his head on the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)