That's enough.

play a big adventure in high school, who lost, in the street to find a secret recipe for impotence premature ejaculation advertising pole, holding and shouting: my illness is saved!

the one who loses and doesn't do it is just a few. Old Jiang in my class lost and held the electric pole for a long time, but he didn't shout out.

the students watching the hustle and bustle cheered and said, "then shout what I am three times."

Lao Jiang shouted to us helplessly, "OK, who am I?"

passers-by thought that the child had let the wire pass foolishly. An uncle riding a tricycle almost didn't turn to the telephone pole.

later, the game was upgraded to a direct phone call for advice.

that time, the tortoise lost and was forced to call for advice. The tortoise and the jianghu doctor talked eloquently. The terms and generalizations of all kinds of andrology diseases were all involved, and they were extremely professional. Finally, they agreed to meet each other and asked the doctor to wear white gloves on his left hand. Easy to identify.

We can't tell whether the tortoise is having fun according to the gambling contract or whether he is sick and wants to see him, and asks him to stop.

remember that there is a particularly complicated dormitory in the university, a Korean, a Shanghainese, a Mongolian, a Northeast, with a yellow face, black eyes, and a smile.

once the parents of the Shanghainese called the dormitory, and when the northeastern answered, they picked up the phone and couldn't understand it. They thought it was Korean, so they called the Koreans to answer the phone.

after a conversation between North Koreans and parents in Shanghai, they felt wrong and called the Mongols to answer the phone.

Shanghai parents are crazy. What kind of dormitory is this? they can't communicate at all. Hang up the dormitory phone and call the Shanghainese on their cell phones.

the whole dormitory suddenly realized that it was only Shanghainese.

the northeast man is the most depressed. He sleeps next to the phone. As long as his parents call, he doesn't know who he is looking for. He becomes a frightened bird, and his heart palpitates as soon as the phone rings.

on a junior morning, as soon as I got up, I received a phone call that I didn't understand. The people in the Northeast finally went crazy because of torture and smashed the landline of the dormitory into pieces.

he was nicknamed Brother Pao. I heard him knock on the phone the other day, and someone said, "Oh, Brother Pao fired!"

once Shanghainese came to challenge Brother Shuang in our dormitory, wrestling, Brother Shuang.

two people fight fiercely for several rounds, no one can break the other, exchange energy from each other, and their hands are at rest.

the Shanghainese had bread in their pockets, thinking that it was a stalemate anyway, so they might as well take two bites first, take out the bread, and take a bite. Brother Shuang was startled and distracted, and the Shanghainese took advantage of the opportunity to break Brother Shuang.

Brother Shuang is furious. How dare you be so presumptuous in our dorm room? One is that eating bread in the competition is contemptuous of Brother Shuang, and the other is that he is not strong enough to win.

Brother Shuang picked up the umbrella on the ground and stabbed the Shanghainese in the chest. The Shanghainese were like zombies who had been opened, popping out to pinch Brother Shuang, and the conflict broke out instantly.

but the people in both dormitories were there, and they immediately controlled the situation, that is, the voice was particularly chaotic, surrounded by Shanghainese, Mongolian, Korean, as well as the Dalian dialect of the fat people in our dormitory, and the feeling of the concession.

my lower bunk speaks Putonghua, but he just lies down on the bed and laughs, and Brother Pao and I are the only ones who shout, "forget it, we all know each other."

this Shanghainese is also a cute thing. He ate ten iron squid at Xinghai Square in Dalian that year and sealed the gods in the first World War. (also give some to classmates)

until brother Shuang in our dormitory ate twelve zongzi one morning, it was not broken. Although squid is larger than zongzi, pay attention to one detail. Brother Shuang is just breakfast.

I remember that during military training, the Shanghai family of three ate in a restaurant at the school gate. after taking their seats, no waiter came to order for a long time, because the business at the school gate was so good that people came and went, so you didn't shout "waiter!" Usually, no one notices you. Shanghainese are still in the restaurant on the Bund, and as soon as they enter the door, a waiter in a bow comes over to "Excuse me".

the family of three sat in the restaurant for almost half an hour, and no one asked. Finally, they angrily went to KFC.

when the Shanghainese told us about it in the evening, everyone was very angry and said, "this is outrageous!" If you go to that restaurant again tomorrow and call the waiter three times, if no one comes to order, you will cut her face with the menu! "

the whole freshman in Shanghai is frightened and is extremely unaccustomed to the north. He can eat well, but he can't bear it humanly.

for example, in the dormitory or the bathroom, when everyone is naked together, he doesn't get used to it.

in the summer, the dormitory was muggy and covered with mosquito nets. he was still wearing a shirt Rest. When everyone else was resting, he secretly took off his clothes. He took off his clothes in the middle of the night when Brother Pao got up to drink water. He hurriedly blocked himself with a quilt. Brother Pao didn't choke to death.

Brother Pao came to our dorm room the next day to complain, and then some good boys, headed by my lower bunk, stripped off the Shanghainese in front of Rest at night.

Shanghainese cried and said, "Don't you blush for your actions?"

then the Shanghainese got into a big fire, with a big red bag on their forehead, took an anime magazine, and was moping on the bed.

Brother Bao played Stefanie Sun's "magic" in response to the occasion, especially the lyrics "there is a red dot in the middle of the eyebrow, the veil covers his face."

originally, Mongolians and Koreans also liked singing and dancing, so everyone sang and danced together, "I'll change!" I'll turn! "

the Shanghai people's Congress was annoyed and shouted, "shut up!"

I read too many comics, don't shout shut up, shout shut up.

in autumn, Shanghainese have a fever. They lie in bed and say they are cold. After adding a quilt, they say they are cold.

Brother Bao found a lot of classmates and took out all the quilt stalls he didn't use and gave them to the Shanghainese. Sending charcoal in the snow, no matter three or seven or twenty-one, he threw it on the Shanghainese's bed when he stood on the ground. finally, he lay on the upper bunk, the quilt was close to the lamp, and he was lying on the bed, like a snail with a big shell on his back and crumbling without climbing.

students are still throwing messy things up, some people want to climb up, Shanghainese shout "enough is enough!"

enough is a common saying in universities. When translated from a common Japanese phrase, there is nothing too ferocious about the Japanese. It is just "enough is enough!" "you are so presumptuous!" And so on, it's not like we don't agree with each other: I went to Nima next door.

all Japanese teachers, regardless of Chinese, Japanese, male, female, young and old, when they are angry, always say, "enough is enough for me!"

once I got a score of more than 70 points, I was quite satisfied. After I came forward to retrieve the paper, I didn't know where I got a bottle of mineral water on the way back to the table. I accidentally stepped on it, and the teacher said, "Hey, don't be upset!"

when I was about to sit down at the table because the space was narrow, I touched the table, and the teacher suddenly shouted: "thank you!" That's enough for me! "

makes me confused.

since junior year, Shanghainese are not scared. They walk around the dormitory naked every day, or wear slippers and trousers, and go to Internet cafes to play games or basketball.

at this time, Shanghainese has gained more than 50 jin of weight and have a big belly. Every time they play basketball and sprint for a layup, someone has to give him a hand after landing, otherwise, he will keep running because of inertia.

his family conditions are good. When he has nothing to do in the summer vacation, he will go to Malaysia to bask in the sun or go to Japan to eat fried kebabs. His classmates call him "Datuk" (the title of Fuji in Malaysia).

after his junior year, he is not only no longer shy but also drinks with us when he has nothing to do. every time he buys a roast duck in the supermarket, carries it to our dorm room, sits on the floor, and takes a bottle of wine.

after summer vacation, the Mongolians took a barrel of home-brewed wine from home. Everyone knew that what they had brewed was healthy and everyone rushed to drink it. The wine smelled like yogurt, and there was no pressure to drink it at all. Drink glass after cup, drink as yogurt.

fortunately, I had an upset stomach. I threw up after drinking some, and then I didn't continue to drink anymore. the rest of the students turned on the "flight mode" in class the next day as if the plane had encountered strong airflow all day and felt that the classroom was bumpy.

the Shanghainese couldn't help saying, "Oh, I suddenly want to throw up!"

the people in their dormitory supported him from side to side and said, "come on!" Make way for Datuk. Datuk is in a hurry! "

yesterday I also met a former colleague from Dalian. He said that when he went to the wedding recently, the bridegroom also took out the home-brewed wine to entertain everyone. The wine was a bit sweet, like the old soda he drank when he was a child. He continued a cup of soda, and he was directly frustrated. He woke up in bed the next day.

I said, "isn't that normal?"

he said, "the couple got married that day and went to the bridal room for a few drinks in the evening. As a result, I was paralyzed. It was quite normal."

besides drinking, he often comes to our dormitory to play cards.

the dormitory was initiated by me at that time to play a game called "planing (demon)" in Tonghua, Jilin Province. Shanghainese occasionally watched our dormitory and soon learned the rules by heart. Moreover, this kind of play is very entertaining. Shanghainese often ask to participate in it, and they always come to our dormitory to ask, "do you plan?"

later, many people came to learn this game, including students from Liaoning, Heilongjiang, Jiangsu, and other southern students. At that time, they felt very proud, as if they were first-generation vampires, and the rest of the imps were derived from me.

later, I found that none of these non-Jilin people had the right way of thinking, so I called a fellow-townsman to show you how the first generation of young kings planned.

that day, my fellow villagers and I teamed up with a native of Shanghai and a native of Nanjing, and our strength was quite different, but the intention was to tell everyone what is meant by professionalism.

however, like playing mahjong, there is a strange circle. The more people who can play, the cards are always not good. The more novice they are, the cards are really good, and they have whatever they want.

the cards of my fellow-townsmen and I are appalling. The people of Shanghai and Nanjing are not good at "Xiaolou and Dongfeng last night".

my fellow-townsmen and I lost N games in a row, but we didn't usually lose. It was either heavy snow or Lesser Snow (equivalent to a double of fighting the landlord, anyway, it was a double of losing a game).

after another round, Shanghainese use that kind of high place to beat the cold, difficult to meet opponents, that kind of lonely master tone, coldly ask "still play?"

although I didn't win money, I wanted to grab his ear with one hand, pick it up to his head like a pot, and then put a pot of soup on the ground.

the fellow-townsman is even more miserable. He didn't plan for a long time, but he was pulled by me to play, and his head was broken. In the evening, I went back to my dormitory to vent my anger, went online, and continued to play on a special website in our hometown, trying to find someone to vent my anger. As a result, I rushed for a few hundred points, and soon I lost. I was almost angry when I was holding a computer in bed, saying that others had created.

in the last days, Shanghainese are also getting the feeling of being a big brother.

at that time, many boys in the department played FIFAOL2, together in an Internet cafe. Shanghainese went after 6: 00 in the morning. Just played two games in the Internet bar, the keyboard bracket was broken and fell on his leg. He called the network manager, and there were few people in the Internet bar in the morning. Several Internet cafes chatted together, regardless of him.

finally, the Shanghainese broke out and called a network manager and asked, "you say, are you a shrimp?" You say, are you a shrimp? " What kind of thing are you? )

the network manager doesn't understand and doesn't care. Seeing that the keyboard fell on his leg, it was right to deal with it and then left.

when the keyboard is ready, the Shanghainese continue to play and call their girlfriend by the way.

after that, many boys came from the students. Thinking that he had called against him, the Internet bar hurriedly ran to the Shanghainese and said, "Brother, I'll show you the keyboard and mouse again. Brother, do you smoke?" shall I get you an ashtray? "

at that time, Shanghainese were very close to a girl from the northwest. Their personalities and hobbies were so different that we didn't quite understand them and were suspicious in the dormitory.

someone said, "that northwestern girl is not a Muslim. I was very moved to hear him call Allah (me) and Allah (me) every day. I thought, then let's do it together." Let's do it! "

Big Brother later went to Japan and didn't get used to going back to Shanghai, so he couldn't drink beer naked.

the landline in our dormitory is only used by Brother Shuang and the lower berth.

Brother Shuang, because he doesn't have a cell phone, the lower berth is free for making phone calls (there is a kind of card, dialing is very cheap, almost free).

the lower berth often brags in the evening and in high school and doesn't hang up until noon.

when I was a freshman, everyone was not familiar with it. The fat man in the dormitory was so noisy that he politely said to him, "Brother, why don't you leave a message for tomorrow."

then there is Fatty Dance Troupe, who always calls his game friends and says, "Sister, dance?"

Let's just say, "Fatso, that's enough!"

the only people who call the landline in our dormitory are Shuang's parents and the girlfriend of the lower bunk because she knows that the lower bunk is sleeping next to the phone.

one night, the lower bunk, holding the landline and making a phone call to his girlfriend, fell asleep unwittingly. At more than 6 o'clock the next morning, Shuang's family called, "jingle bell", and the lower bunk almost didn't wet the bed.

after seven o'clock, when I came back from washing, the lower berth apologized to me, saying, "your family called the landline just now. I thought it was still brother Shuang's house. I didn't give a good face. I was scared to death in the morning."

Brother Shuang didn't feel good either. He bought a mobile phone in the second semester but lost a few of them.

when I was at school, I didn't like to call home all the time. At the beginning of each semester, when I arrived in Dalian, I sent a text message to my father and told me that I had gone to school.

every time I leave, my family tells me to call my grandfather at school and let me know that I am safe.

back to school, as soon as I saluted and threw it, I began to play. It took me two days to remember, but I haven't called my grandfather yet.

I said in my dorm room, "be quiet. I'll make an important call."

then after dialing the phone, I said, "Grandpa, I'm at school."

the whole dormitory laughed and said, "you bullied your grandfather and didn't go out for many years. I wonder how fast the train is now. How many days have you been at school?"

Brother Shuang is a phone card maniac. China Unicom always withdraws some preferential phone cards, such as 30 yuan including 70 yuan, or 50 yuan to send 50 yuan, and other conditions to attract students to buy. Brother Shuang always uses this kind of card, but never renews it. Because there is no discount for continuing to pay the phone fee, brother Shuang always throws it out and buys a new card. At that time, popular "burst cards" was to use phone cards with few phone bills left to open payment business on the Internet. The most common ones were QQ coins, QQ VIP, and masonry, and then threw away the waste cards that were seriously in arrears, so that phone cards bought with dozens of yuan could always get a good return, but the disadvantage was that there was no fixed phone number, and parents sometimes could not contact their children.

Brother Shuang, as a card breaker, did not have many people to amuse himself on the phone and began to try to call and chat with his high school classmates. As a result, I saw that I had nothing to talk to. Brother Shuang and his high school classmates didn't have a good emotional foundation. I often fell into silence after a few conversations. One night, Shuang called a classmate of Shanghai Jiaotong University and asked, "are you moving forward from Shanghai now?" The classmate said, "Please pay attention, I am at Shanghai Jiaotong University!"

Brother Shuang also said to a classmate from a university in Zhuhai, "if you have a chance, I'll show you the sea when you come to Dalian." Zhuhai students said, "I am now outside the window is the sea."

the last female high school classmate of Dalian Institute of Technology chatted with Brother Shuang very happily, keeping past 11:00 every day. Brother Shuang was afraid of affecting us to whisper on Rest every time. I felt that Brother Shuang was more afraid that we would hear the content. Every ten minutes Brother Shuang stretches out his head, takes a hard breath, and then draws his head back into the quilt, like an old turtle in the river, stretching out his head to take a breath from time to time.

once Brother Shuang was boring. He played some chat channels and scolded a girl. He ate this bowl of rice and was scolded by Brother Shuang.

Brother Shuang was not convinced. He called back and scolded three times in a row. He didn't even have a chance to talk back. Every time he wanted to speak, he was held back and listened to Brother Shuang. "me," no, no, no. Oh, fuck. no, no, no. I, uh. I, uh. Me. "

the bottom bunk says, "Hey? Listen, brother Shuang, is it like you can't say your last words? "

Fatty Man or "if you can't scold me, you won't hang up?"

Brother Shuang said, "No!" I have to scold this little bitch today, her voice is too cheap. "

after that, Brother Shuang struggled to search the secret book of cursing on the Internet, ready to read it later, but Brother Shuang's number was blocked, there was no chance to fight again, and he had a sleepless night.

the lower bunk is more boring. Every time the teacher asks me a question in class, he calls me and my cell phone vibrates in my pocket, affecting my thinking.

he answers questions, and I also call him. He almost always gets stuck when he asks questions and is sure to answer them, delaying time. "mm-hmm." (long tone) "his cell phone is usually on the table, vibrating" buzzing. "(long tone)" and his "um" complement each other, one after another.

look at others in the lower bunkThey are all looking for an intermediary to study abroad, almost as soon as they pay.

and the money in the lower berth is OK, and the grades in school are also very poor, and there is also some disturbance in the heart, as the so-called "east" side is not bright, "west" side is bright.

the lower bunk asks the teacher, "No diploma, no (most) grades, can I study abroad?"

the teacher said, "are you going to pheasant university?"

the lower bunk says, "No, no ivy, it has to be TOP100."

the teacher said, "then you can only go with the tour guide. With your conditions, immigrants can only do investment immigration."

the lower bunk says, "but, sir, I want to go."

the teacher said, "since you have this idea, work hard to make money for your children to study abroad to realize their dreams. If you come down to college, you will get 10 million yuan. If you leave high school and go to graduate school, you will get 3 million less." Just save it. "

the bottom bunk says," I still want to go by myself. "

the teacher said, "enough is enough!"

I remember that during the card burst period, I occasionally changed my cell phone number. after changing my new number, I sent harassing text messages to the lower bunk (because I always changed my number, I didn't bother to remember each other's new numbers). Tell him not to be too arrogant these days, or someone must be messing with him.

the lower berth stops Rest when it receives a text message. Look up this number, and soon find out what card it is from Dalian, and then ask who we are.

I think since he checked the area, he asked me to send it to my high school classmates all over the country.

I said to my high school classmate, "do me a favor, celebrate my classmate's birthday, gather together 100 wishes, and send him a text message according to my content."

High school classmates said, "your school's birthday wishes are really strange."

in the evening, I heard the bottom bunk reading a short message, "Please don't quarrel with Pan Wilber, his agent is my friend." The lower berth checked and said, "Beijing's number, who could it be?" Then read the frightening one: "as long as you cooperate with me, I will let you take the place of Jay Chou in the company?" The lower berth checked and said, "Shanghai? Who the fuck is this? Who am I messing with? "

Brother Shuang and Fatty Man felt a little interesting, so they did it with me and mobilized students from all over the country to send text messages to the lower bunk, with all sorts of strange contents.

during that time, the lower bunk was obsessive-compulsive disorder, almost died, and all the energy was spent on detecting harassing text messages every day.

finally, the lower berth decided to start the investigation from the number in Dalian. People from other places did not care and made phone calls one by one. We did not answer it and went back to the dormitory to turn off the phone.

one day I was careless. I forgot to turn my phone off when I went back to my dorm. I threw my phone in the quilt. I was called in the lower bunk, and my phone kept vibrating.

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my first reaction was to initiate a chat and divert my attention, but the lower bunk was so persistent that I kept playing and vaguely heard the vibration.

then Fatty and Brother Shuang also heard it and came out to rescue me and fight with the lower bunk.

the lower bunk says, "Don't move!" Freeze! I thought I heard you. "

We pretended to listen and said, "there's no sound?" You can hear the phone vibrating, and then continue to fight.

the lower bunk says, "Don't move!" Freeze! It's around here. Nearby! "

Fatty Man and Brother Shuang pulled him about to wrestle, so I took the opportunity to change a phone card.

after the lower bunk broke free, he continued to make a phone call, and there was no sound, but he didn't give up and asked us to give him all the phones. he took our number and called his cell phone one by one, trying to match the number just now, but he didn't match it. Disappointed, he said to us, "who is it?" I was bullied. "

although the lower bunk didn't catch us, we thought he was dying and stopped teasing him. That's enough.