In the next few days, Tong Hao did not appear in the dormitory, and Sun Xu and others just pretended that there was no such person.
The relationship between the three of them was getting closer quickly. Sun Xu had never experienced college life in his previous life, but he was in a good mood these days. He made two phone calls with his parents and briefly chatted about school life.
Naturally, he is very confident in his son, so he just asks about things that happen in his daily life.
The enrollment of freshmen has ended, and there will be a period of military training. Students in the philosophy department cannot avoid it. After the military training is over, there will be a freshman orientation meeting.
The school has officially notified Sun Xu that he will speak as a representative of the new students. After all, except for him, anyone else seems to be unqualified to do so.
The philosophy department is also inevitable. After all, a strong body is a necessary condition for pursuing the truth.
Sun Xu was no stranger to this. Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School had military training when he was a freshman in high school, but the scale and venue were not as good as those of universities like Peking University.
Specialized student military training bases are prepared by Beijing for major universities. Schools like Beijing University even have their own bases, which other schools simply cannot compare with.
Luo Gen and Chen Qingyun complained endlessly, but Sun Xu took it indifferently. This thing did not put any pressure on him.
The Department of Philosophy has four majors in total, namely Philosophy, Chinese Classical Philosophy, Foreign Philosophy and Religious Studies. The rest, such as Aesthetics, Logic and Ethics, are all studied.
There is one class for each major. The Chinese Classical Philosophy class has a total of forty-nine students. The largest student, Mazhe, has fifty-three students, and the other two classes have more than thirty students.
In the words of their counselor Liu Zhigang, the number of students we enrolled was originally 45, but in the end only 49 students applied, and all of them were admitted.
"Daodao fifty, Tianyan forty-nine, our class happens to have forty-nine people, this is God's will!" Sitting next to Sun Xu was a handsome guy of medium height, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his gentle manner was easy to make people fall in love.
I have a good impression. It is said that my ancestor has some relationship with Liang Qichao, and his name is Liang Yifan.
Sun Xu guessed that his relationship with Liang Qichao was probably because they both had the same surname: Liang.
A standard fan of fantasy novels, when he opens his mouth, he says that the world is unkind and treats everything as a slut. It is said that this was his initial motivation for studying philosophy. It was only later that he realized that there was a problem with his understanding of this sentence, but he has already gone too far on this road.
There is no possibility of turning back. After all, all philosophers are paranoid, without any exception.
"Master, do you think what I said makes sense?" Liang Yifan turned his head and looked at Sun Xu with a look of respect on his face.
"That makes sense!" Sun Xu nodded, and after objecting to the title to no avail, he let him go.
Almost everyone else in the class also calls him the same name. After all, if you call him a top student, everyone is a top student. No one is convinced by anyone, but they are all convinced by Sun Xu.
Apart from great masters, there is no one else who can convince a group of top academics.
After Sun Xu refused to become the squad leader, the one who became the squad leader was a girl with short hair that just reached her shoulders, wearing large-framed glasses, and was smart but playful, named Zhang Han.
The deputy monitor is a tall boy who is addicted to playing with his hairstyle. He has only been in school for a few days and has changed his hairstyle twice. He is very active. If it were not for the inherent advantage of girls, I am afraid that the monitor would be him. His name is Zhu Binglong.
The various theories were all the same, and Sun Xu initially guessed that he might have filled in the wrong information with a tremble of his hand when applying for the Ma Zhe major.
Before the military training, the first item was to get a haircut. Zhu Binglong was almost dying. He had changed his hair style less than two days ago, and now he was about to die. Unfortunately, the staff would never be lenient because of when he changed his hair style.
During the half-month military training, there was no incident where the instructor deliberately made things difficult for the students. After all, this is Capital University. Who knows what the background of the group of students in military uniforms opposite is.
Even so, Sun Xu's performance was unanimously recognized by the instructors and the student body. He stood up straight and firm, and his military posture seemed to last forever. Even when other students were crying, he didn't even break a sweat.
It makes people wonder if he has some strange disease because he doesn't sweat no matter whether he is tired or not.
Until the last day, we were able to experience target shooting. The boys in the class were all excited and the girls were a little curious, but Sun Xu was calm and disapproving of it, with an expression that showed he was out of touch with such low-level fun.
When the last shot fell, the students suddenly realized that they hit ten out of ten shots and the shooting speed was very fast. This was definitely a level they had played before and often played.
Some people have begun to spread that Sun Xu came from the military compound and was a descendant of a certain general.
Sun Xu didn't refute this, but he couldn't help but feel something in his heart. He didn't pay any attention to his grandfather's family in his previous life. It seemed that he had no contact with her since he was two or three years old, so that he had no memory.
But since his parents don't want to say it, there must be their reasons. Now his father's research is successful, his cooperation with the country is very smooth, his own strength is also steadily improving, and he has the strength to protect what he wants.
What Sun Xu has to do is to support him silently from behind and stand up when needed.
As for the relatives on his mother's side, he has no memory at all. It seems that since he was born, he has only been the same as his parents, and other relatives have never appeared around him.
It's just a small thing, it doesn't matter.
The undergraduate freshman orientation meeting arrived on time. Sun Xu wanted to speak on behalf of the freshmen. He already knew what he wanted to say. As a student of Peking University, he naturally had to have the style and magnanimity of Peking University.
You must have the consciousness and attitude of a future master. Although Sun Xu doesn't care much about the future of the earth, it is okay to give some advice if there is a chance.
What's more, his main identity now is a student, and secondarily a monk. Except for attending a spiritual conference in a while, he will not completely switch his identity until the master comes to earth and follow him away.
The playground was crowded with people. Many people were interested in this young man who made a huge noise and attracted Lei Lei to clear his name. Compared with more than a hundred lives, the exam was almost full marks, so it was not
So important.
The school leaders spoke, then the teacher representatives spoke, and after the student representatives spoke, it was Sun Xu’s turn to speak, the freshman representative.
He sat steadily in his position and listened to the people on the stage. Next to him were monitor Zhang Han, Zhu Binglong, Zhou Fan and others, cheering him on and saying things like not to be nervous.
On the other side, Ma Zhe's Luo Gen stood next door, and even Chen Qingyun from Foreign Philosophy came up to him at some unknown time, but these two people obviously didn't think Sun Xu would be nervous.
I found him for other reasons, but I don’t know if I should say it now? (To be continued)