The opening ceremony was relatively simple. A leader who looked like a leader gave a brief speech to welcome all the comrades who came to the school to study. All the students gave warm applause. The second speaker was a more distinguished leader, and then everyone reported
With the warmest applause. The third person who spoke was a leader with more status. Of course, the students still sent him off the stage with the warmest applause... Zhang Hengu's hands were swollen from the slaps.
After the class leaders gave speeches, the counselors finally took everyone back to their classrooms.
The Marxism Training Institute is very large, and students who study all year round are selected from all over the world, and they study any subject or department. Some are compulsory courses, and some are elective courses. Zhang Hengu’s first course was philosophy.
What is philosophy? Or how to write these two words, Zhang Hengu didn't know. It took him three days after arriving here to figure out a few questions: Where to eat? Where is the dormitory? Where is the toilet? If he wants to continue studying in depth
, then the next thing you should know is the route you need to take to get to the school from anywhere in Beijing.
The training process was boring, but fortunately there was a beautiful fellow. So the teacher talked about philosophy, and Zhang Hengu started chatting with the fellow.
"Little girl, which city are you from?" Zhang Hengu puffed out a cigarette. In fact, he rarely smoked since he became a teacher, but here, the teachers actually hold a cigarette when giving lectures.
Cigarettes, of course Zhang Hengu had to follow the Romans. According to the teacher’s explanation, during the establishment of Red China, the leaders made great and wise decisions one after another with the support and encouragement of cigarettes. Since there are so many good things ahead
As an example, why don’t everyone inherit this fine tradition? The teachers said so, and Zhang Hengu naturally agreed happily.
What he didn't expect was that this girl named Chen Yinghong actually smoked, which opened his eyes. Since he was born, he had seen almost no women smoking, and they all appeared in movies or TV series.
Without exception, these female smokers are either spies or traitors, none of them are good people.
Now that I see Chen Yinghong smoking, I can't help but have doubts about her identity. Could there be spies appearing in the Beijing Horse Court? It seems that I have to be more vigilant. I came here on behalf of the Dai Gang, and I don't care about my academic performance.
Never get on the pirate ship of class enemies, it will be too late to regret it.
How did Chen Yinghong know that the naive fellow in front of her had so many strange ideas? She didn't dare to speak in class, so she opened her notebook and wrote the words "Beilian City" on the paper.
"From Beilian City? How come I haven't seen you before?" Zhang Hengu was a little strange. He was also from Beilian City. How come he had never seen this woman before?
Seeing Zhang Hengu's confused look, Chen Yinghong asked in a low voice: "There are so many people you haven't seen before. Do you know everyone in Beilian City?"
This was said so well that Zhang Hengu choked up and stared. He had no words to reply, so he had to look forward and pretend to listen to the teacher. It was a pity that the teacher was actually speaking in English, German or French. Anyway, Zhang Hengu
I couldn't understand a sentence, so I had to scratch it out in the notebook to cover up my embarrassment when Chen Yinghong asked her questions.
After sitting like this for a while, Zhang Hengu couldn't sit still anymore and asked again: "Little girl, which unit are you from?"
"Can you please stop calling me little girl?" Chen Yinghong felt a little uncomfortable with Zhang Hengu always calling her that. In fact, Chen Yinghong is almost thirty years old, but because she looks young and takes good care of herself, she looks like
She is not very old. But no matter how old she looks, she is really that old. Even if she is called a little girl ten thousand times, she is actually still an old girl.
Zhang Hengu couldn't help it. If he didn't call her little girl, what would he call her? It would be wrong to call her Honghong, right? Although he would call her that after a while, he still didn't dare to give him the courage. What about calling her Xiaohong?
It doesn't seem appropriate. But if you call me "comrade", it doesn't seem to be consistent with the fate of the fellow countrymen you met after traveling ten thousand miles.
"Just call me Xiao Chen." Chen Yinghong said.
Alas, Zhang Hengu patted his head. Why didn't he remember such a habitual name? In the past, he had always been accustomed to being called four-eyed, big dog, old wolf, and two bald men while working, but he was not used to the civil service class.
Everyone except the leaders calls him this way. He was originally called Xiaoliang like this in school, but why did he forget it when he arrived in Beijing?
Identity, identity, it seems that I have not left the working class, and still put myself at the level of a migrant worker.
Work hard and learn from civil servants. Zhang Hengu constantly puts pressure on himself and strives to run faster.
At this time, Chen Yinghong's cell phone rang. Chen Yinghong had no time to explain to Zhang Hengu which unit she belonged to, so she waved her hand to Zhang Hengu to signal him to stop talking, lowered her head and leaned over to answer the phone. This was just a very ordinary call, but
But Zhang Hengu was not allowed to know immediately which unit the little girl sitting with him came from, let alone what position she held, otherwise he would have to jump up immediately.
Anyway, the classroom was full of people. If there was more or less people talking, the teacher couldn't feel it. Zhang Hengu's ears were very good, and he heard Chen Yinghong complaining: "...are you doing well? I'm going abroad and you guys
You won't let me go. If something happens, just take care of it and don't ask for instructions again."
Ask for instructions?
Zhang Hengu didn't hear the other words clearly, but he heard these two words in his ears? What is the identity of Chen Yinghong, and why does anyone ask her for a report? According to her age, she is not even qualified to be a principal.
What official position will she have?
Maybe he's a doctor in a mental hospital. She leads so many patients, who doesn't have to report to her? Zhang Hengumin opened his own rich associations, but he couldn't figure out Chen Yinghong's true identity.
However, Zhang Hengu knew very well that other people's privacy could not be inquired about casually. So he pretended not to hear, but he made a calculation in his heart.
When he was assigned here this time, he originally thought that everything was over, but the performance of County Magistrate Hu Zhiqing gave him a new direction. It seems that there is still a bright future for further study at the Beijing Horse Racing Academy. Just look at the identities of these classmates.
The people who study here are not ordinary people. If you make more friends here, it will be helpful no matter what you do in the future. For example, if you travel to Korea one day, if you get into a fight, at least one of your classmates will give you a steamed bun.
To satisfy your hunger. If you travel to Guba and your wallet is taken out, there are classmates who can lend you some change to make a phone call. This is convenient for international students.
When I thought of this, I looked at a black classmate sitting next to me. Seeing that he was not very interested in listening, I quietly asked: "Classmate, what do you call me?"
Unexpectedly, the black comrade stared at him with an incomprehensible look and said something like a bird's language. - Oh my god, he can't even speak Mandarin. God knows what he was listening to so carefully.
Chen Yinghong whispered to Zhang Hengu: "What? Are you not used to it? These basic courses now are a bit boring. But don't worry, you won't be able to sit so comfortably in the following courses."
Zhang Hengu asked curiously: "What other classes are there next? Besides philosophy, do they have anything else?"
Chen Yinghong said: "Of course there are, such as fighting, shooting, driving, multiple languages, economics, etiquette, intelligence..."
Zhang Hengu felt like his head was getting big after hearing her say so much. If he learned how to drive and shoot, Zhang Hengu felt that it was still to his liking. At least he had shot a shotgun. If he learned how to drive and mix it with driving.
In the future, he can open a rental car with the certificate. As for etiquette, multi-lingualism, etc., it will really cost him his life.
Just when he was thinking about how to start studying at the Beijing Horse Racing Academy, Zhang Hengu's cell phone rang.
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