The two-day registration day for new students flies by.
All the reception facilities for new students in Zhili Square were removed and replaced by energetic new students and instructors who had just gotten off the bus.
The instructors gathered in front and assigned the departments and classes they needed to lead.
After two days of hard work, Gu Xiao and Wen Jingjing stood leisurely under the shade of the trees in the square chatting.
"The third-to-last guy in the second row from the left is so handsome!" Wen Jingjing used her arm to gently slap Gu Xiao, who was still reviewing CET-6 vocabulary next to her.
Gu Xiao, who was obsessed with memorizing words, didn't even pay attention to what she said, but her DNA moved and she responded in an extremely perfunctory and emotionless way: "Wow! He's so handsome!"
Wen Jingjing's cold attitude hurt her so much that she missed Shen Qinghe's presence.
"By the way, which bitch reported Qinghe?"
The dog Dongxi Jiangyao sneezed twice in a row at the end of the line.
"If you suddenly sneeze." Lu Jinbai sang to suit the occasion.
Shen Qinghe also stood at the end of the freshmen team. Relying on the boy in front of him to block her, Shen Qinghe calmly added: "Then someone must be scolding you."
Lu Jinbai wanted to laugh but didn't dare. His shoulders were shaking from holding back.
Jiang Yao seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, his expression was indifferent, he lowered his head and fiddled with his mobile phone, his posture was a bit idle.
His back was turned to her, and from her angle, she could only see half of his figure.
The light particularly favored him, filtering through the gaps in the sparse leaves and slanting on his side, giving him a light golden color.
It was quiet for a while and no one spoke.
He looked unwilling to say anything more. Shen Qinghe pretended to be sad and said with tea in his mouth: "Hey, just don't recognize my sister. I won't even say anything."
Jiang Yao's hand sliding the phone stopped at the top of the screen, and he curled his lips calmly: "Well, I don't dare."
His voice was a little hoarse, with a smile at the end, like a whisper between lovers.
Shen Qinghe was speechless for a moment.
Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Lu Jinbai raised the topic: "Why are you here so early in the morning? It's not like your style."
Pointing to the camouflage uniforms on the cart behind him, Shen Qinghe said with a slumped face: "I'm going to get the clothes for you."
"Huh? You're not the class assistant that Director Wei mentioned, are you?"
Shen Qinghe became very angry when she thought of this. The reason was because she posted a message on WeChat Moments:
It’s the season again to go to the playground with a watermelon in your arms to watch the junior students’ military training.
She had clearly blocked the counselor, but she didn’t know which one had received a thousand knives, so she sent a screenshot to the counselor.
When the counselor came to her with the screenshots, she was confused.
As we all know, college counselors are generally relatively relaxed and often lead two or three classes.
In addition to taking care of them, her counselor also took care of this new class of students and asked her to be a class assistant by name, saying that he wanted her to look upright to the handsome boy.
These words must not be said in front of them. It would be embarrassing and pretentious: "Serve the people."
Lu Jinbai suddenly discovered that the world was a bit magical. This and Jiang Yao's agreement to be the squad leader can be regarded as the two wonders of the world.
After saying this, Shen Qinghe felt a little guilty. He looked at Jiang Yao and saw a little smile hidden in his eyes. He pinched his waist and secretly said, "Don't believe it?"
"Letter!" The voice couldn't hide the smile, it was cold and lazy.
The instructors were still discussing in front, and the freshmen were muttering underneath.
"Quiet." A powerful command silenced the small square, and you could even hear the instructor's voice assigning tasks in the back.
Shen Qinghe felt a little tired after standing for a long time, so he squatted behind Jiang Yao, using his figure to block the sun.
I don’t know how long it took, but a new round of conversation started in the small square.
Shen Qinghe raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was time to go to class and he had to leave as soon as possible. He couldn't wait until the meeting was over to ask the class monitor to send out his clothes.
After squatting for a long time, when I was about to stand up, my legs were sore and swollen, and I felt numb, as if I had been bitten by ants.
I was still a little dizzy and had dark eyes, and I instinctively grabbed the things next to me.
Lu Jinbai glanced in front of him and wanted to lean back slightly. He wanted to continue chatting. From the corner of his eye, he saw Shen Qinghe grabbing Jiang Yao's pants and sitting down. He took a breath and subconsciously helped Jiang Yao grab the edge of Jiang Yao's pants.
Barely saving Jiang Yao's face.
Shen Qinghe wanted to use his strength to stand up again, but the strength in his hands tightened instead of loosening.
"Click."
Two people pulled hard and the pants tore.
Looking at the cloth in his hand, Shen Qinghe also tore apart.
The edge of Lu Jinbai's pants that he was holding up was also torn.
The person involved, Jiang Yao, looked slightly downcast, raised his chin slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Do you like my pants?"
Shen Qinghe wanted to cry but had no tears and didn't know how to explain it.
Not caring about his dizziness and numbness in his legs, he stood up and crawled to the ground, holding the cloth in his hand and fled the scene without looking back: "Tell your squad leader to divide the clothes. I will receive them according to the clothes number you reported.
Make no mistake."
Lu Jinbai looked at her hastily escaping back and didn't even have time to say "The squad leader is Jiang Yao".
He glanced at Jiang Yao's long and short trouser legs, "Pfft", and laughed.
Feeling his cold and warning gaze, Lu Jinbai tried his best to suppress his laughter, helped him lift his pants, and complimented: "You look very handsome like this."
Jiang Yao:?
"It's just hippop style."
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Shen Qinghe ran to his roommate, already out of breath and somewhat out of breath.
Wen Jingjing patted her back to help her calm down, looked at the cloth tightly in her hand, grabbed it and threw it into the trash can next to her: "Why are you holding a piece of rag?"
Seeing the fabric put into the trash can, Shen Qinghe almost couldn't get up.
"Don't be excited, Xiaozhi has already occupied his seat." Wen Jingjing pushed Shen Qinghe with her left hand, and led Gu Xiao, who was still obsessed with memorizing words, with her right hand towards the classroom.
When I entered the classroom, the front row was empty, but the back row was already overcrowded.
Fortunately, Chen Anzhi arrived relatively early and occupied a position in the middle.
"Why are you in the middle?" Wen Jingjing thought they got up quite early.
"This professor is perverted. If there is no one in the front row, he will let the two rows behind him sit in the front, so that the middle is safe."
The professor came in. Wen Jingjing couldn't complain and curled her lips to express her dissatisfaction, and started the class seriously.
Unexpectedly, it felt like half of the time had passed. After a ten-minute break between classes, Wen Jingjing was scrolling through her phone out of boredom, looking at Tieba gossip.
The phone swiped quickly, as if it had discovered a new world, and took a picture of Gu Xiao who was still sorting out notes: "Is this how we are peaceful?"
Gu Xiao stopped writing and took the phone. The video was a bit blurry and the angle was very secretive. He frowned and nodded.
"North of Gushan Temple and west of Jiating. I really want to eat fried chicken today." Shen Qinghe pulled Chen An to the toilet and came back.
Wen Jingjing put on her phone nervously.
Shen Qinghe saw her acting too aggressively and thought she was peeking at the handsome guy, so he couldn't help teasing: "Hey! I've fallen in love with some junior boy."
"I won't tell you."
"Class is over, please sit back." The professor patted the table.
Halfway through the class, the professor's eyes fell on their row from time to time, and finally he kept staring here without saying a word.
Shen Qinghe followed his gaze and looked for Wen Jingjing.
She had been playing with her mobile phone with her head down, and her hands kept typing.
Shen Qinghe pushed Gu Xiao and whispered, "The professor is watching you, stop playing."
Other professors and teachers turn a blind eye regardless of students' performance in class. Only this professor pays great attention to classroom discipline and does not allow students to use mobile phones.
"The student who is playing with the mobile phone will answer the questions on the ppt."
Wen Jingjing stood up in a hurry and dropped her cell phone on the ground.
Gu Xiao drew the answer on the book and showed it to her.
Shen Qinghe squatted down, helped her pick up the phone, and turned it over to see if the screen was broken.
The phone's screen is still on, and the content on the screen is clearly visible. One line of text is very eye-catching: