In college in 2003, it was only in my freshman year that I realized that college is the world's largest profit-making organization; in my sophomore year, I learned that Meimei said she had no boyfriend, which meant that she had too many boyfriends to count. After a painful remorse, the junior decided not to be decadent anymore, and they were still brothers. A dozen people huddled in a small dim space in front of the computer, reviewing "Young and Dangerous" over and over again. Good things are always the same, people are still in the rivers and lakes, raptors cross the river, one hand covers the sky, and they are invincible; they still drink beer arrogantly, talk fiercely, and be happy in the dark, as if the university is Liangshan. Later, they caught up with the times and had new ways of playing. They played "Jianxia Love" all night in Internet cafes, and looked for Liangshan on the Internet. I picked up the yellow cloth bag embroidered with the head of Mao Gong, and the study room was born and died in the study room, and the ancient and modern scrolls disappeared forever. Until the night of the graduation reception, I drank a dozen beers and clinked glasses with everyone. When we were about to leave, a teacher hugged me, I choked on his shoulder, and said, I want to cry but I can't.
In 2008, "Hot-Blood High School 1" was released, followed by a sequel. The youth of the next generation comes so quickly, so quickly.
Boredom makes me crazy. Youthful, exaggerated on the outside but stiff on the inside, as if the little beast had suffered a little injury, it had to bark its teeth towards the sky and pretend to not care, and then it had to pretend to be in pain and tell its grievances everywhere. The little beasts see everything in black and white. They have to stand on the roof of the dilapidated building full of graffiti, and try their best to pretend to be cool. It seems that if they don't do that, they will be sorry for the black hair on their cheeks.
The post-90s Serizawa and Genji, their way of living is far more important than our own feelings. They selfishly use fist attacks and disdain labor tools such as sticks, watermelon knives, and car locks. They trust medical technology very much, and fight for the legendary seniors Discarded half of the broken cake, at the expense of blood. It is far more normal than we are used to being bored. Leisure is their air, and being different is their driving force. We and previous generations seem to work so hard and go too far that they don't need to think about survival tasks such as food and vegetables, which has dented their confidence in engaging in formal things and rationally venting their passions. When production is not produced for life, it is harmful to the soul.
Young people are always interested in danmei, because danmeiism is paramount, so they only have bloody, vain blood-stained shirts, like a bride's red hijab. In the hospital, Quan classmates were full of tears, persuading Chuanxi not to make mistakes. He said that human life is precious; he also said that they can't do anything big, and serious work can be done by any stupid person; he also said that he can help Sichuan West get out. In the last episode, classmate Quan, a failed angry young man, before he generously died, he also entrusted the giant with tears: "Yuanzhi, we must win the world." Afterwards, the whole person became serious, and the world that was originally contemptuous became brighter. Perhaps, going through it mindlessly is the best tutorial for "violent blood" to become "hot blood".
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