pjbooks Chapter 39 A Boring Book
Chapter 39 A Boring Book
"Write...write poetry?"
Ma Junjie thought he had misheard and looked at Liu Bingbing in disbelief.
Liu Bingbing, however, seemed completely unconcerned and blurted out,
"Brother Jie, since you enjoy reading them, you'll definitely write them yourself!"
"How about this: I'll write you a poem, and in return, I'll give you a gift?"
Seeing Liu Bingbing's serious expression, Ma Junjie realized she wasn't joking.
After thinking for a moment, he said,
"Alright then, it's been a while since I've written anything, but I'll give it a try!"
Upon hearing this answer, Liu Bingbing jumped up with joy.
"Alright, I'll give you two days. I'll ask you for it the day after tomorrow!"
Ma Junjie nodded.
"Sure, no problem."
The two walked and talked.
Before I knew it, we had arrived at the factory gate.
Just then, a series of car horn horns sounded from not far away.
Liu Bingbing glanced in that direction and suddenly said,
"Brother Jie, you should go back to your dorm. I'm going home too."
Ma Junjie nodded, offering a symbolic instruction.
"Okay, goodbye, drive carefully!"
Liu Bingbing smiled broadly, replied "Okay," and then turned and left.
Ma Junjie was also eager to go back and take a shower, so he walked quickly towards the factory.
After walking a few steps, it belatedly occurred to me that Liu Bingbing was going to go home alone so late at night.
Turning my head to look,
I saw Liu Bingbing get into a car parked outside the factory.
The car sped off and disappeared into the night.
Ma Junjie stood there, staring blankly at the car's silhouette in the dim streetlights.
He had some doubts in his mind.
This car looks so familiar.
The red sedan had its logo faintly visible at the rear, which appeared to be four interlocking rings.
Ma Junjie couldn't remember for a moment, so he let it go and turned around to go back to his dormitory.
When I arrived at the dormitory, I was immediately struck by its stuffy heat and the many indescribable smells.
Ma Junjie frowned and sat down on his bed.
He took off his clothes and felt much cooler, so he prepared to take a shower later.
It's already 9 p.m., and many people in the dormitory still haven't returned.
Fatty Tiger, who was in the next bed, noticed that Ma Junjie had several magazines on his bed.
Excitedly, he sat up and reached out to take it.
"Brother Jie, what good books did you buy? Let me see!"
Although Ma Junjie was a little disgusted by Pang Hu's dirty hands, he still didn't refuse.
Said,
"Take a look, you can borrow one if you like."
Fat Tiger chuckled.
"Okay, let me see if there's anything I like!"
As he spoke, he picked up several magazines.
Upon looking,
He immediately frowned.
He said it casually.
"Tsk tsk, what kind of junk did you buy?"
"Readers? Stars Poetry Journal?"
"Brother Jie, there are magazines with beautiful women, foreign models, and Huang Yi novels over there. Why aren't you choosing any of them? What are you buying this stuff for?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Junjie realized that the two had different interests and could not communicate.
He took all the magazines from Gian's hands.
"Gian, what you like, I don't like, and what I like, you don't like. Isn't that normal?"
Fat Tiger said with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes,
"Tch, every man would like to hear me say that, right?"
"And what you've written is all words, devoid of any color or interest. Is there anyone who likes that weird stuff?"
Ma Junjie said firmly,
"You know what, I actually like this kind of thing!"
Fat Tiger was speechless for a moment, and had nothing to say.
Ma Junjie smiled, put the magazine under his pillow, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.
A dozen minutes later, he came out of the shower.
After getting dressed, he went to wash his work clothes that he had taken off.
After hanging the clothes to dry, I stood on the balcony and enjoyed the breeze.
He saw the girls' dormitory building across the street, also brightly lit.
Female workers in pajamas could be seen walking around on the balcony from time to time.
Some girls are dressed so provocatively that you can see their exposed white skin even from this distance.
Ma Junjie suddenly thought of Li Xuemei and wondered what she was doing at this moment.
Which dormitory does she live in?
Bored, Ma Junjie quickly scanned the building with his eyes.
He checked each dormitory, and unsurprisingly returned empty-handed, not finding Li Xuemei.
Ma Junjie snapped out of his daze, gave a wry smile, and found his utterly pointless behavior laughable.
He turned around and went back to his bed.
Just as I was about to sit down, my heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He discovered that his bed had been rummaged through!
The magazines I had clearly placed under my pillow were now scattered haphazardly across the bed.
My newly bought shoes were also opened.
More importantly, it seems that the bucket I put under the bed was also taken out!
Ma Junjie was furious.
Turning around and scanning the surroundings,
There were already five people in the dormitory, each doing their own thing as if nothing had happened.
Ma Junjie's first suspicion was that Pang Hu was the closest to him.
asked,
"Gian, I went to take a shower just now. Did you touch any of my things?"
Fat Tiger had earphones in his ears and didn't hear it.
Ma Junjie walked over and ripped off his earphones.
I accidentally used too much force.
The earphones had somehow detached from his phone.
quickly,
Strange groans could be heard coming from the dormitory.
There were also a few repeated cries of pain:
"Yams are falling, one warehouse after another..."
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Fat Tiger.
Fat Tiger, his face flushed, glared at Ma Junjie and scolded him.
"Brother Jie, what are you doing?!"
"I'm studying an artwork, please don't disturb me!"
After saying that, he angrily snatched the earphones from Ma Junjie's hand and plugged them back in.
Ma Junjie asked,
"Gian, did you touch any of my things just now?"
Gian answered truthfully.
"I just glanced at your magazine, is it really necessary to be so sensitive?"
Ma Junjie said seriously,
"Where are my bucket and my shoes?"
Gian waved his hand vigorously.
"Those damn things that were just moved!"
"Brother Jie, aren't you being too sensitive? You were the one who made the move, so why are you blaming others now?"
"Everyone's on their phones, who has time to touch your things!"
After saying that, Fatty Tiger rolled his eyes at Ma Junjie, put on his headphones,
A moment later, he started licking his lips again, a silly smile on his face.
Ma Junjie then looked at the others.
Just as Gian said, everyone was engrossed in playing with their phones.
It's as if there's endless magic inside, captivating people completely.
Ma Junjie was somewhat puzzled.
I turned my head and looked at my shoes and the bucket.
I wondered to myself, maybe I'm just being too sensitive?
He shook his head and patted his pockets.
Okay,
I always carry my 500 yuan with me, and it's still there.
Thinking about this, Ma Junjie felt that as long as the money wasn't lost, the rest were minor matters and could be let go.
Besides, maybe I'm just being too sensitive and have misunderstood everyone.
So he picked up a magazine and sat down.
I had just been reading for a while when I heard Wang Hu walk in, laughing loudly...