Yesterday was supposed to be spent sitting on the books and making a final push, but it turned out like this: Morning: Participated in an organization's activity; Noon: Organized homework and burned discs; Afternoon: Had a reunion dinner with classmates; Evening: Sang karaoke as a group. A bunch of corrupt elements... @During the reunion dinner: Seven or eight girls, plus eight out of nine boys from the whole class. The house was a bit small, but everyone played and ate happily because our host, Cat Brother, spent the entire afternoon cooking a whole table full of dishes by himself. Thus, our Cat Brother received great praise from the girls: "See, this is the standard for guys, capable in the hall and in the kitchen..." Maybe it's right? At the time, the scene during the meal was like this: when the dishes were served, the girls ate first, while the boys watched, more accurately served, pouring tea and water and such. After they finished eating, we guys rushed up and gorged ourselves. Luckily, the girls' appetites were all cat-sized, so in the end, almost all the dishes were successfully transferred into our stomachs... The most "pitiful" among the guys was Shunzi, who, while pouring water for Girl A, was suddenly snapped by Girl B lying in ambush, which was used as evidence of the guys being "enslaved" by them... @When singing: A whole group of microphone hogs... Are there any songs you don't know how to sing?... In order to strike back against their arrogance, I sang a segment of "Farewell My Concubine" (this is not Tu Honggang's version), which had an immediate effect, causing painful expressions on everyone's faces, completely wiping away the boldness they showed earlier when singing. Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to sing through all five or six segments of jokes I knew, but seeing the pained expressions of my innocent classmates, I couldn't help but feel sympathy: "Alright, I'll let you off this time~" "Oh, yeah!~~~" "I'd love to die for love!!! Not...heЪヲoi&" And then I continued to doze off~~~~ @Back at school: 8:05 pm "What, there's a soccer match?!?" At that moment, I faced two choices: A. Sleep B. Watch the game 8:15 pm When Shunzi, who returned together with me, was already snoring loudly in bed, I chose B. 8:16 pm "What? The soccer match doesn't start until 11:30?!?" Got tricked... 8:17 pm Started typing the above text...