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Chapter forty-six beautiful abnormality (six)

"victory!"

When his Pikachu scored the final point, the opponent's base erupted into brilliant fireworks, and the game was over.

"call."

Hao Qing, who was accustomed to taking his hands away from the phone after confirming that the game was over, exhaled, then shook his hands, put them back, and spoke in the voice at the same time.

"A good beginning, a good ending, no matter how twists and turns the process is, we won from the beginning to the end anyway, hehe! By the way, for today, let's stop here... Moderate entertainment, ahem, and then, let's talk about something.

, just... how are you all lately?"

Maybe it was the habitual thinking brought about by this memory, or maybe he didn't want to appear too abrupt in the eyes of his friends, so he still used a tactful approach.

"It's okay. Everything is the same as before. I have classes and exams every day." Although Hao Qing used very blunt sentences when changing the topic, Yuji still followed Hao Qing's wishes as usual.

Talking about common topics, "But everything is fine. Although it has become a bit busy, I am not tired."

"Tsk, there's no involution over there?" Hao Qing felt something from Yuji's tone.

Ever since they started chatting, because they were both students and a head older than them, Hao Qing would always share with them some of his "seniors'" experiences.

After all, he has gone to college, and the pressure has been reduced a lot. When he comes back to face the high school students who are about to enter the sea of ​​hardship... it feels so good.

The so-called sense of superiority is all based on comparison. You have to do this, but I don’t have to do this. I can do whatever I want. Isn’t the gap just widening?

And when they are so busy that they see you so leisurely, they feel envious, and then they complain to you, and then they say melancholy: I came here the same way back then. I was under a lot of pressure because of too heavy study.

, my body has become as big as a pineapple, but! Stick with it and think about the bright tomorrow! Believe that tomorrow will be better! You can relax when you get to college!

Although this is actually a lie.

But from Yuji's tone, Haoqing felt his subtext——

The things you said before seem to be bluffing.

"Is there anything wrong with involution?" The voice coming from the other side at this moment was Shana's distinctive, childish yet heroic voice, "There is nothing wrong with constantly forcing yourself to improve in competition, right?

"

"?" Upon hearing this, Hao Qing immediately rolled his eyes, and then sighed helplessly, "Xia Na, even if it is Google Engine, the entries above may not be correct. Involution itself means vicious competition!

"

"Malignant?"

Hearing his question, Hao Qing seemed to be afraid that his arguments were not convincing. He opened Baidu, which may not necessarily be correct, and read out the above annotation word by word: "Internal volume, an Internet buzzword, originally refers to a

After the para-cultural model reaches a certain final form, there is no way to stabilize it or transform it into a new form.

, and can only continue to become more complex internally. After spreading on the Internet, many college students use it to refer to irrational internal competition or voluntary competition. Now it refers to peers competing to make more efforts to compete for limited resources.

Resources, thus leading to a decline in the individual benefit-to-effort ratio. It can be regarded as effort inflation."

After reading this long paragraph in one breath, the scene fell into silence for a while.

It seems that they are shocked by this Internet term...

"Didn't you read this from the entry?"

However, someone's comments made Hao Qing completely embarrassed.

"Ahem, that's much more real than what you found!" Hao Qing, who was choked, coughed and tried to quibble, "Also, how did you know?"

"You guessed it," but Xia Na gave him two more combos, "and with your speaking style, you won't speak for such a long time, and...professional."

Hao Qing, who was subjected to continuous blasting operations, couldn't help but hold his forehead and shake his head, smiling awkwardly.

Ahem, is it because you are familiar with it? Why do you feel like everything you do will be guessed?

Or is it because you let yourself go too far on the Internet, causing yourself to be completely exposed?

Hao Qing scratched his head, carefully recalled this memory, and found that there was a lot of dark history related to it... He was caught red-handed after blowing off her sex online, and took a selfie from a dead angle, which made Hao Qing's scalp numb.

I... actually did so many speechless things in front of them, and yet I wasn't disgusted? Isn't this a bit abnormal?

But thinking about their previous reactions, he felt relieved.

Two words, tolerance and understanding.

They have been friends for a long time.

I don’t need to add any cognitive filters to them. Regardless of their current situation, even the “fire-haired and scorching-eyed killer” and the “eternal world traveler” still have something that makes people laugh and complain, right?

"Is that still there?"

When he was enjoying himself alone, Yuji's somewhat weak voice came over from the voice.

"Ah, yes." Hao Qing came back to his senses after being called like this, and said hurriedly, "In short, involution is a very bad thing. It's good that you haven't encountered it now, but

Once you notice signs of involution in the future, you must be careful to avoid it, even if your body is made of iron, you won't be able to withstand it."

"Oh..." For some reason, Hao Qing felt that his answer was perfunctory.

Damn it, because those black histories themselves have no credibility in what they say?

Hao Qing felt very sad about this, so sad that he scratched his head and laughed again.

Heartless.

"Did you plug in your headphones?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Your voice has been making a sizzling sound since just now, and the sound of your words is almost covered."

"Ah? Is that so?" Hao Qing replugged the cheap wired headphones he bought from University Commercial Street for 20 yuan and began to conduct a microphone test, "Hmm! Do you feel better now?"

"That's about it. Let's continue. What you want to ask is not just the questions you just asked, right?"

Okay, seen through.

Hao Qing was no longer surprised by this, so this time he said it calmly: "Recently...do you feel that you often have flashbacks in your mind? That is, when you see something, you will have inexplicable feelings.

After seeing the visual sense, you will recall a lot of related things, which are logical and complete, but are inconsistent with your current situation..."

In order to give them time to digest the amount of information, he paused for a few seconds before finishing the sentence: "Do you feel this way? I'm serious."

Normally, these words would only be regarded as a joke.

But they are different because they can feel that they are serious.

So, of course, he didn't get a reply right away.

The first thing that greeted him was silent silence.

Hao Qing was not in a hurry. Even though he had waited for more than three minutes, he still did not continue to ask questions.

Because of understanding and tolerance.


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