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                                                                   计算机系对战中文系。                                                                                                             其实赢面是处于一面倒的情况的，中文系一向是b较少男人的科系，像是z大还好，多少还是有点男生可以撑撑场面，如果是在师范学校，一班的娘子军团，男人就是那壁上花。                                                                                                             上半场就已经把b分拉开不少了，中场休息的时候，中文系那五个男生累的直喘气。                                                                                                             我时不时会玩玩篮球，所以也倒觉得还好，没有大喘气，站在一边喝着队友递过来的矿泉水，在那边慢慢悠悠地喝着。                                                                                                             “嘿，阿墨，有帅哥！”                                                                                                             小声的讨论声在球场边响起，还是透着点兴奋。                                                                                                             “我们中文系哪里来的帅哥哟！”                                                                                                             又响起了一道声音，带了点软糯的味道，听起来似乎是中文系的人，但是很明显的对自己系上不抱有任何希望的。                                                                                                             “我说的是计算机系！”                                                                                                             “我看不大清楚……”                                                                                                             “凌墨，叫你丫的不戴眼睛，上课也不戴眼睛，一个学期下来有多少老师那张脸你是记得的……”                                                                                                             “那种满是皱纹和菊花一样的脸不记得也没有关系吧……”                                                                                                             这声音离的有点近，带了点吵闹，让我忍不住去寻找那声音源。                                                                                                             其实并不算是难找，那两个姑娘离他这边并不算是特别远，其中一个剪了娃娃头长的有点娃娃样子的nv孩子拿着手上的书敲打着在她身边的扎着马尾的nv孩子。