The class meeting started on time, and most of the seats in the class were empty.
The young class teacher stood on the podium and said with a smile that freshmen students should behave better. It was just one week since school started for sophomores and juniors. It would be a blessing to have all of them here.
It is not difficult to see that there are two types of students in class today.
One type is those who are really good at studying, and the other type is those who have not yet transitioned from high school study status. Our dormitory belongs to the latter group.
"I'll go! I almost forgot that this is a university and we don't teach practice test questions in class meetings."
"It's all you. You were so worried about being late that you came to the classroom without even having time to eat breakfast."
"I was in a daze, thinking I was going to sprint before the exam."
Dormitory 206 adheres to the past style, with the teacher giving lectures and a friendly trio speaking in the audience.
It's really not like high school. When the high school class teacher sees students whispering, he will definitely shout out the famous saying that has been passed down through the ages:
"You talk for one minute, and you waste one minute of the 60 classmates in the class. It adds up to one hour. You have no idea how long a class is?"
This sentence can be said by all the head teachers in high school.
It is said that since the founding of the school, only one student has refuted it. The student who had particularly good academic performance at that time said this:
"Teacher, in the same spatial dimension, unit time cannot be accumulated repeatedly!"
Then the classmate stood in class for a semester and became a famous figure in the school.
The content of the class meeting is nothing more than promoting school discipline and safety matters and releasing the new semester's curriculum.
At the end of the class meeting, the class teacher proposed that during the evening self-study time, the students could hold a class social activity and perform some performances. Everyone could take the initiative and sign up freely.
This proposal was successfully rejected by the whole class. The class teacher announced the end of the class meeting and walked out of the classroom with a dark face.
In fact, the main purpose of the class meeting is to distribute new textbooks and course schedules for this semester. As for other things, students don't like to participate, but the teachers are happy as long as they don't lose face.
School canteen
Perhaps because the class meeting ended too early, the staff only started preparing lunch when we arrived at the cafeteria.
The four of us gathered around the dinner table, waiting for the noodle shop to open. Zhiyong casually pulled out the course schedule from the book and read it over and over again.
"Have you looked at the class schedule? There is no cow in the teacher's column. Her original class has been changed to an old man taking a Marxism-Leninist class."
"I heard about it before the holiday. The senior said that Niu Niu went to the United States for further study. Even if he comes back in the future, we will probably have graduated early by then."
"Oh, suddenly my heart hurts so much, I feel like I'm lovelorn."
After Liu Yang finished saying this, he saw Zhiyong and Zhang Feng sitting opposite him staring at him with mean smiles on their faces. An ominous premonition suddenly arose, and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Oh, I'll go! Zhiyong, are your Mongolian girls also so tough? Don't look at the thin and thin girls from Xinjiang, but they can fight with punches."
Zhang Feng put his arm around Zhiyong's shoulders, looking like good brothers who would watch movies together for a lifetime.
"At least we Mongolian girls won't educate our men in front of so many people. Oh, we're doing it again. Look at Liu Yang's face. It's so satisfying."
While we were enjoying watching Liu Yang's girlfriend explain what it means to be an overlord, Chujiu ran in from the cafeteria door and passed by Liu Yang.
"Sister-in-law, what are you doing when you come to the cafeteria so early?"
"Liu Yang is heartbroken and can't think about it. I'm here to give him some advice."
When Liu Yang's girlfriend saw that it was the ninth day of the lunar month, she instantly regained her gentle and pleasant appearance, and her smiling eyebrows curved into a crescent moon.
"Guo Guo, why did Liu Yang fall out of love? Wasn't he fine yesterday?"
"Hurry up and help at the noodle shop, don't stop us from watching the fellow villagers exhorting the fellow villagers, with tears in our eyes."
Zhang Feng smoothly pushed Chu Jiu into the noodle shop, urging others to help quickly. Everyone had not had breakfast yet.
The doubles match between Xinjiang's outstanding young men and women lasted for more than an hour and ended with the man's complete defeat.
The kind-hearted Zhang Feng went to the cafeteria window and spent another 50 cents to add an egg to Liu Yang's noodles, euphemistically calling it "love to nourish the body".
While helping out at the noodle shop, Chujiu was watching the excitement and added two more spoons of chili oil to Liu Yang's bowl with a wicked smile on his face.
"I'm telling you, it must be weak. You see, you're sweating after eating noodles. You'd better wait until I go back to the grassland to collect some medicinal materials during the summer vacation."
Faced with Zhiyong's teasing, Liu Yang ignored it and kept blowing the air-conditioning from his red sausage mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the chili oil that was also glowing red in other people's bowls, silently wondering if he was really weak.
Only after I went into the noodle shop kitchen did I know that there are actually two kinds of chili oil in the noodle shop.
With the same color and different taste, Chujiu, a sinister man, is definitely suitable to learn the art of voodoo from Grandma Jian Shu.
"I bet the attendance rate for this class tomorrow afternoon will be less than one-tenth."
Zhang Feng looked at the course schedule next to Zhiyong and pointed at a column of courses with the other end of his chopsticks. It was exactly what Niu Niu taught before, and it was known as the course Career and Planning with the lowest vacancy rate in the school.
"No way? One-tenth in the first lesson? I bet one-fifth!"
Zhiyong said that although almost no one attended the old man's Marxism-Leninism class, the two classes now have the same teacher. After all, it is the first class of the new semester, and the students should still show up.
"Liu Yang, who do you want to win?" Zhang Feng asked, turning his head and staring at Liu Yang, who had more than half of the noodles left in the bowl.
Liu Yang raised his arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, saying that no matter who wins, as long as he has food to eat.
"You deserve it! Fengzi, what do you think?"
Zhang Feng saw Liu Yang's despicable and helpless look, and began to recruit me to join the gambling party.
In order not to spoil his interest, I can only choose between one-tenth and one-fifth.
After I finished speaking, the three of them were stunned for a long time. Zhiyong stood up, took three bottles of drinks from the window, and pointed to me with the cashier.
"Fengzi, I never noticed it. I thought Liu Yang was the meanest classmate, but I didn't expect you to be even better."
The three of them got up and left the table with their drinks. Just when I was wondering, I just chose the answer between the two of them. The important thing was participation.
"My classmate, three bottles of drinks cost seven and a half, what else do you need? If not, come over and swipe your meal card."
The cashier at the window walked up to me with a pen and paper in his hand, as if he was afraid that I would default on my payment and run away.
"Get two more bottles of Coke."
I reluctantly took out my meal card. It is right as the novel says, if you are not careful while walking in the world, you will be plotted by traitors.
Leaving a bottle of Coke for Chujiu, I reluctantly picked up the four sets of textbooks on the dining table and returned to the dormitory. Quan regarded it as a reward for Zhiyong's treat of noodles. Chujiu said that this is called two people who do not owe each other and do not depend on cause and effect.