Pulling my suitcase, I arrived at the university where I was about to spend four years. Walking into the school gate, I looked at the school curiously. The road is very wide, with two neat rows of plane trees standing on both sides. Behind the trees are two rows of old, dull, urn-like buildings. After walking a few steps, the classmate leading the way said that his dormitory building had arrived. I stopped and looked at this quaint building - the blue bricks and white ash of the building were exposed, and the windows on the first and second floors were all sealed with steel bars, like a cage for animals. Outside the window, clothes and quilts dried by classmates were fluttering in the wind. A careless classmate on the top floor hung the water on his clothes without wrung them out. The water droplets fell down, and a large watermark immediately appeared on the quilts dried on the lower floor.
"Hey, upstairs! Damn it, take your clothes back and wring them out! All the water dripped on my quilt! Hey, hey, hey! Can't you hear me! What kind of fucking qualities..."
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"Haha... This building is one of the first ones built in our school. It is a bit dilapidated, but the accommodation fee is very cheap." The senior classmate who brought him here saw that I was a little unhappy and quickly explained.
"Oh. It's okay." I said with a smile.
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