□□ When the system message popped up, Moran was refreshing his mailbox over and over again, hoping to find a reply from one or two companies in a large pile of spam emails. But there was still no reply. He reluctantly opened his resume to see if his mailbox was wrong. He checked the letters in his mind one by one, and there were no mistakes. She clearly knew that she had done this yesterday. I really want to throw the mouse out of my hand, and then shout, "Go to hell with your work or whatever. I want to go home and die at home, and I want to live in a drunken dream." But at twelve o'clock in the night, you will be kicked out by your roommates. . . Then, he opened the category of friends in the circle of friends and wrote: I feel so wronged, but I still have to stay well-behaved, shamelessly matching the emoji of my new male idol. Browsing the updates of relatives and friends, watching others eating, drinking and having fun, I performed the 108th Qiong Yao drama alone in my heart. When I came back to my senses, the computer screen was already black. I moved my mouse and the screen turned on. I realized that more than an hour had passed. I clicked on the □□ message impatiently and saw a friend request pop up: "Hello, senior, I am Liu Luo."
After playing a few games, Liu Luo remembered the message his father sent him in the evening: "Liu Luo, this is the wife of a senior from the same hometown. Please add it so that I can take care of you." Before the next wave of black games, I opened □□ and copied and pasted it, adding this senior. I thought that having a senior could help me with things, such as mid-term and final exam questions and lab reports, so I could find someone to ask questions about.