Lie Flat? Not That Easy!

The name Zhang Chi was given by his father. It is said to be relaxed and relaxed, not impatient or impetuous. But he lived for eighteen years, and he neither relaxed nor slacked off. He just kept hanging on until he finished the college entrance examination and received the notice. He was sent to a place called Jinghai Normal University, where he studied a major that he couldn't even explain what he was studying. It's not like he didn't think about ordering something. It's just that every time I think about it, I can't think of a reason. In the end, I have to say "I'll make do with it", and then eat when I need to, sleep when I need to, and deal with what needs to be dealt with. Dormitory 306, four people. Yuan Ye, who tried his best to climb up, even sleeping felt like a waste of time; Zheng Bei, whose mind was not here at all, played the harmonica in the corridor in the middle of the night, as if he was saying goodbye to something; Shen Liang, whose family was rich, didn't care about anything, but there was one thing that he never mentioned, and whoever asked would get stuck. There is also Lin Xiaoyu, who lives in the next building and has standard English pronunciation. I have seen him look the most useless, and later I saw him stand up little by little. Zhang Chi spent four years stumbling among these people. I have fallen down, slept in, failed, and done a few things to make myself look less down on myself. He is not a protagonist. He is the kind of person you can meet at any table in the cafeteria - ordinary, a little depressed, a little poor-talking, who likes to think about things at night, but can't come up with a conclusion. This book is about how he went from "making do" to a man who knew what he wanted in those few years. Not really inspirational. But you probably feel like you know this person.