After laying the rubber bait, Chang Licheng temporarily separated from Ye Guohong and returned to the dormitory.

After all, Xu Yun's task was complicated to say the least, but simple to say the most.

The whole class was so concerned mainly because of Xu Yun's care for everyone.

When Chang Licheng returned to the dormitory, Fu Ming, who was still in the dormitory today, was typing away.

Fu Ming, 21 years old this year, 180 cm tall and weighing 180 kg, is a student at the University of Science and Technology and an internet enthusiast.

Pen name: Naked Hole... Oops, it's Luoxuezhucha (Snow Brewing Tea).

But unlike Xu Yun, Fu Ming started writing at a younger age and had much better talent than him.

His first book was a bestseller, and the second book had nearly ten thousand pre-orders, making him an absolute talented writer.

However, this person had a flaw...

He was too slow.

For example, his second book had eight thousand pre-orders and over seven thousand subscriptions. For other authors, it would easily start with ten thousand pre-orders and earn seventy to eighty thousand yuan a month.

But what happened was that this pigeon only wrote a steady 4,000 characters a day, occasionally even taking a day off.

After a while, the number of subscriptions decreased instead of increasing, and the number of subscriptions was almost halved.

But Fu Ming still didn't care. The number of characters he boasted about in the group chat every day was several times more than his actual updates.

"Old Fu, are you in the group chat again?"

After returning to the dormitory, Chang Licheng teased Fu Ming, who had been his roommate for over a year. He had gained some understanding of the internet.

If it weren't for his lack of writing skills, he even wanted to create his own author account.

Fu Ming didn't care about Chang Licheng's teasing. While quickly sending an emoji, he said to Chang Licheng, "Hey, class monitor, did you finish applying cockroach killer?"

"Yeah, I finished applying it."

Chang Licheng nodded and picked up a cup to get some water from the water dispenser. However, before pressing the switch, he instinctively lowered his head and carefully inspected the area around the water dispenser.

Fu Ming looked at him in confusion and asked, "Class monitor, what are you doing?"

Theft is never good, try looking at [ pawread dot com ].

"Just checking if there's any cockroach feces."

After confirming that there were no traces of cockroach feces around, Chang Licheng relaxed and filled a large cup of water, drinking it all in one go.

"Let me tell you, Old Fu, have you seen the corners around the trash can? When Ye and I opened the plastic bag just now, there were densely packed black spots behind it. It scared me so much that I got goosebumps. Now whenever I see something, I want to check if there are any black spots. It's so damn scary!"

While speaking, Chang Licheng shook his head, showing signs of lingering fear.

In the middle of the floor where Class 2 of Yingwu was located, there was an empty space of about ten square meters, with three or four blue trash cans and garbage bags placed there to collect the trash from the entire floor's dormitories.

Therefore, this area was also the place where cockroaches appeared the most, and naturally, there would be more cockroach excrement.

From Chang Licheng's expression at this moment, it was obviously not a pleasant place.

Fu Ming didn't have the desire to inquire further and just curiously asked, "Class monitor, do you think the cockroach killer developed by Xu Shen will work?"

Chang Licheng hesitated for a moment at the question and said, pursing his lips, "It's hard to say. If it's something related to physics, I can give my opinion, but as for biology... Anyway, I hope it works."

His words were quite tactful. In fact, on the way back to the dormitory, he had already searched for information about imidacloprid.

According to what was said on the encyclopedia.

This was a type of insecticide that had been around for over thirty years, and it was already somewhat outdated. Many pests had developed resistance to it.

Just like fishing, the dumb fish had already been caught by others, and the remaining fish were all smart.

Therefore, Xu Yun's so-called updates and iterations were probably just empty words, and the effectiveness of the insecticide was probably just average.

The next day, when he woke up, seeing seven or eight dead bodies would be considered a good result.

However, Chang Licheng was not the kind of person who talked too much, so he simply expressed his thoughts without expressing too much pessimism.

Seeing this, Fu Ming didn't say much either and continued to chat in the group.

As for writing...

Heh, who would write unless it was the last three hours? (I didn't say that, please go ask Luoxuegu)

After a few more hours, most of the students in the dormitory of Class 2 of Yingwu gradually returned to the dormitory.

Some dormitories were discussing the cockroach killer that Xu Yun had handed over, while others didn't mention it at all.

And so, night fell.

When many people were living in university dormitories, they often encountered a roommate who would disturb others by playing videos out loud during their nap or staying up all night playing games—with a mechanical keyboard using blue switches.

But Fu Ming, as a single dog without a girlfriend but still gentle, naturally wouldn't do such things.

In order not to disturb his roommates, he specially spent over two thousand yuan to buy an electrostatic capacitive keyboard.At this moment, Fu Ming was working overtime to finish today's manuscript, his face tense, showing none of the joy he had when chatting in the group earlier:

He had accidentally spent a little too much time chatting in the group, and by the time he came back to reality, it was already half past nine in the evening.

His typing speed was about 1,300 words per hour, and to finish a 4,000-word chapter in two and a half hours was no easy task - what's more terrifying was that it was the end of the month, and he had already used up all his leave.

According to the writing terms of Qidian, if one does not meet the full attendance requirement after deducting the leave in a month, the 1,500 yuan full attendance award will be withheld!

1,500 yuan, in the mouth of the old drivers of Group Seven, could afford three visits to the Big Sword!

Now it was 11:40 at night, and Fu Ming still had over 600 words to go, every minute and second was a matter of life and death!

As Fu Ming was typing desperately, a rustling sound suddenly came to his ears.

At first, Fu Ming thought it was his roommate rustling in bed, but as he continued typing, he gradually felt something was off:

The sound was coming from outside the dormitory, and it sounded a bit like...

The sound of crickets he used to hear in the village when he was a child, the sound of a large number of insects flapping their wings.

However, considering the limited time, Fu Ming forced himself not to care about the source of the sound, and continued to write today's chapter:

"Brother, you may not know, our gang has two tokens, one is held by the southern branch and the other by the northern branch. When the two tokens are combined, they will release an unparalleled power, enough to solve any current problem!"

"Really? Any current problem?"

"Yes, any problem!"

"May I ask, what are your gang tokens made of? Dragon Balls?"

"No, it's uranium-235."

......

However, just as Fu Ming was finally getting into the zone, a huge exclamation suddenly came from outside the dormitory:

"Holy shit!"

"Oh my god!"

"Honey, come and see!"

The loud voices instantly echoed through the entire fourth floor, waking up many who were already asleep.

Before Fu Ming could react, the guy in the next bunk who was woken up spoke first:

"What the hell is going on outside in the middle of the night? Did EDG win the championship again or did LGD forget to ban Mammoth again?"

Then this hot-tempered guy got out of bed, put on his dinosaur pajamas, walked to the door, pulled it open, and shouted:

"What are you guys... holy shit?!"

The next second.

The hot-tempered guy slammed the door shut and let out an unintelligible scream:

"Cockroaches, so many cockroaches! Cockroaches marching like ants! From room 401 to the end, it's all cockroaches!"

...............

Note:

Finally adjusted my biological clock, will write another chapter tonight before going to bed, and then start updating more frequently tomorrow!!!

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