"Before and after Li Jieren conceives each novel, he collects documents like local chronicles and turns them into parallel and independent humanistic geography essays, which are to present time in space, narrate history in the countryside, in terms of behavioral structure, or to explore vertically.
Tracing the origins may be a horizontal category presentation, allowing the diachronicity of history to be presented in the synchronicity of space..."
The professor was giving a lecture on the stage, and Yun Shuqian was listening and taking some important notes.
Like Song Jiamu, she is a student majoring in Chinese language and literature. The hard targets for humanities majors are not that strong. Compared to science and engineering majors, she still has a lot of free time.
But similarly, it takes a lot of effort to achieve good results, and college relies more on your own self-awareness.
The class is a bit boring, and the atmosphere becomes more lively only when the professor occasionally interjects short stories about famous people.
The old professor didn't care whether everyone understood or not, he just talked about what he said, and many students at the back of the classroom had already begun to doze off and become distracted.
If it were in the past, Song Jiamu would also be among the people dozing off at this time.
But today he sat at the front of the classroom, looking like he was going to study hard, so he didn't doze off.
At first, Yun Shuqian was a little uncomfortable sitting next to him, but as the class progressed, she gradually got used to it. After all, they had been at the same table for three years in high school, and now there was no one to make fun of her in class.
she.
Occasionally she would glance at him secretly.
Song Jiamu sat upright, pressing the page with his left hand, and holding a pen in his right hand. The pen was wrapped around his thumb, turning half a circle from time to time. His notes were clean, as clean as not having written a word.
He also had a serious look on his face, looking at the old professor on the stage, but his pupils seemed to have no focus.
Scientifically speaking, this state is called the 'self-generated cognitive state', which is a kind of self-hypnosis. The mind is concentrated on one point and enters a state isolated from other external realities.
Commonly known as, dazed.
After confirming that he was in a daze, Yun Shuqian was angry and funny. She knew that he seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact his mind was blank.
Of course, Yun Shuqian couldn't deny his progress. At least he didn't doze off or play with his mobile phone, right?
Although he sat next to her, he did not disturb her study. She studied on her own while he was doing his own thing without disturbing each other.
Progress is a good thing.
But if he chooses to sit next to other girls, then Yun Shuqian will choose to complain to his aunt, saying that not only does he not study, but he also harasses other girls to study.
Seeing that Song Jiamu's persistence was about to reach the limit, his upright waist also bent down little by little. His double eyelids seemed to support a thousand kilograms of weight, and his pen slipped from between his thumb and index finger to the book...
Yun Shuqian stepped on him calmly.
Song Jiamu immediately became energetic.
His whole body trembled as if he had received an electric shock. He sat up straight again, blinked his eyes quickly, coughed, picked up the pen again, and pretended to copy a sentence from the textbook into his notebook.
Zhang Sheng, who was beside him, had already been holding his head with his left hand, half-squinting his eyes, and fishing...
The bell rang for the break.
The difficult first period of class is finally over, and there are three more classes to come, and the classes are full this morning.
"Jiamu, go back to the back. I can't do it anymore. I can't roll it up anymore. It's too torture..."
"Learning requires perseverance, so let's go."
"I'm done. Let's have lunch together."
After squeezing Song Jiamu next to Yun Shuqian, Zhang Sheng also made a glorious exit and returned to the back of the classroom. Seat 1 was vacant, and Song Jiamu had no intention of sitting back.
The excitement in the classroom cheered up Song Jiamu again. He rubbed his eyes and drank half a bottle of water.
Thinking back on my class, except for listening carefully for the first ten minutes, I didn’t know where my soul was after that...
I really can’t blame him for being distracted. He didn’t sleep well last night. Although he exercised to refresh himself, the fatigue came back as soon as class started.
Looking at Yun Shuqian next to her, although they were sitting next to each other, she had never spoken to him and had just stepped on him.
Now she is facing away from him, whispering to Yuan Caiyi on the far right.
Song Jiamu looked at her desk. Whether intentionally or not, her notebook was open, and the page of notes she had just taken in class was tilted in his direction at a forty-five-degree angle.
Copy it quickly!
Song Jiamu took advantage of the break to glance at her notes and copied down all the key points of the class.
After sorting it out according to the textbook, he was smart enough to catch up quickly.
Very good, I admitted that you learned a little more than me a second ago, but now I have learned the same.
After thinking for a while, Song Jiamu took out his schoolbag, took out a handful of mint candies, and peeled one open. The refreshing feeling filled his mouth.
There were girls before and after him, and he was not stingy either. He opened his palms generously and handed out candies to them.
"Hey, is it wedding candy?"
"……Freeze said."
Song Jiamu carefully poked Yun Shuqian again: "How about you."
Yun Shuqian took all the candy away without eating it himself, and put it all in his pocket.
Song Jiamu: "..."
Doesn't this make people misunderstand you more? You obviously want me to get out of here right away?
Well, he couldn't figure out what she was thinking. In comparison, he felt that studying ancient hieroglyphics was easier than studying Yun Shuqian.
The second class has begun.
This time, Song Jiamu persisted for twenty minutes before entering a state of self-awareness, and then the girl stepped on him.
We have to change classrooms for the third period.
Yun Shuqian was smarter this time. She did not go to Classroom 603 first. Instead, she and Yuan Caiyi went to the bathroom and fetched a bottle of water.
When she arrived at the classroom, Song Jiamu had already found a seat and sat down first.
He still chose to sit in the front row, in the fourth row, on the far left. The three seats on the right were empty. This classroom also had tables for four.
Other girls in the class also entered the classroom one after another, looking around to find their place.
Humph, I won’t sit with you this time!
Yun Shuqian planned to find a seat far away from him. When she was about to confirm her seat, she saw Yu Han walking towards the empty seat next to Song Jiamu...
Yu Han is pretty and good at dressing, but she is not popular among girls. Everyone calls her green tea. Yun Shuqian had a quarrel with her before because of the poverty alleviation scholarship.
Anyone can sit with Song Jiamu, but it must not be Yu Han.
The next second, Yun Shuqian pulled Yuan Caiyi and sat down on the empty seat next to Song Jiamu.
Song Jiamu was seated in seat 1, she was seated in seat 3, and Yuan Caiyi was seated in seat 4. She didn't believe that any girl would be so shameless as to squeeze into seat 2.
Let's just sit across from Song Jiamu. In short, we can't let Yu Han sit over.
"Brother, I was exhausted after a class and felt that I can't do this. Let's roll together. You squeeze to the side..."
Zhang Sheng appeared at the right time.
Song Jiamu squeezed to the side, then squeezed to Yun Shuqian's side...