297. Four people gather together to make a good start
There are few people and few things to do.
Qin Jian comforted himself like this.
"Although we are small, we have many benefits. Every year's scholarships, including outstanding class cadres, outstanding graduates, and all the benefits you can think of are yours."
This is true. Qin Jian followed Li Shuang, and the two of them left the welcome point.
"And our major is a pilot designated by the Opera Research Institute. The state allocates a lot of resources to our teaching and research office every year. Although I don't know why you chose this major instead of piano, as long as you are interested in studying opera."
Li Shuang stopped as he spoke, looked at Qin Jian and said seriously: "You will not be disappointed here."
Qin Jian nodded: "I am indeed interested in this."
"Have a vision."
With that said, the two of them walked towards the payment office.
...
After completing all the formalities, Li Shuang sent Qin Jian downstairs to the boys' dormitory.
"As usual, there is still a freshman meeting to be held, but let's skip it. The freshmen will have military training starting tomorrow. After you finish the military training, there will be a freshmen major review, so this is also waived.
"I'll get familiar with the campus environment in the past few days. Classes will officially begin after all freshmen majors have completed their integration. We'll talk about it then. Do you have any questions?"
"What if I want to practice piano recently?" This is Qin Jian's only question.
"Um..." Li Shuang hesitated for a moment. According to the procedure, there is no piano room available for freshmen who have just entered school, but considering Qin Jian's situation is quite special.
After a moment, he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, removed one of them, and handed it to Qin Jian.
"Take this. It's on the east corner of the third floor of the teaching building. Teaching and Research Room 309. That's our studio. Usually we call it the construction site, or home. There is a Steinway inside, but no one has played it for a long time.
The strings should have been loosened. I will find a tuning teacher to help you tune the piano in the next two days. You can go there and practice for the time being, just as you are familiar with the environment in advance. You will join in sooner or later anyway."
Qin Jian was not polite and took the key, "I can just tune the piano myself. There is no need to trouble others."
"Do you know how to tune?" Li Shuang glanced at him.
"I know a little bit." Qin Jian smiled.
Li Shuang nodded, his eyes full of admiration, "Okay, I'll leave it to you, but let me remind you that the old man has a bad temper and does not allow us to bring outsiders into the house. You must keep this in mind."
"No need for you, it sounds like you have a headache," Li Shuang waved his hand, "If you have anything else, just call me. If nothing else, I will also be your counselor for the past four years."
Qin Jian was curious: "Do you want to stay in school?"
Li Shuang said: "I would like to remind you that although your situation is quite special, I still recommend that you keep in touch with your classmates. Our major needs to have good dealings with every major. You will understand in the future."
Qin Jian nodded again.
"Don't take offense to me being a long-winded person," Li Shuang smiled, "Okay, go meet your roommate."
The two said goodbye, and Qin Jian sighed.
Li Shuang, the big brother, is really good.
...
Following the house number, Qin Jian quickly found his dormitory in the corridor of the messy building.
404.
Quadruple room.
For a person who studies music, this is also an auspicious number.
However, the ajar door was not filled with the sounds of bragging and spanking like in other dormitories, only a rapid and even sound of banging.
It's like a wooden stick hitting the table, but it's crisp and rhythmic.
Qin Jian gently opened the door.
What caught the eye were three already made beds and tables, as well as an empty bed board.
On the bed to the left of the door, a muscular boy wearing a vest was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a pair of drumsticks in his hands.
Seeing Qin Jian come in, he stopped.
"Qin Jian, Musicology."
"Zheng Feng, percussion." The boy nodded towards Qin Jian, "I know you."
Qin Jian smiled and nodded in response, "Thank you."
Zheng Feng was the only one in the room, and there was no sign of the other two shadows.
Seeing that the other party seemed relatively silent, Qin Jian said nothing more and walked towards his bed with his luggage.
"Do you need help?" Zheng Feng asked suddenly, his voice still cold and calm.
"No thanks."
Qin Jian turned his head and thanked him, then packed up.
Zheng Feng waved the drumstick again, but this time he did not hit it on the bed table, but took out the dumb drum.
For a moment, the only sounds left in Dormitory 404 were the foggy sound of mute drums and the sound of making beds.
The bedding on the bed is distributed uniformly by the school, one set per person.
The blue background and white grid are not pretty, but the pure cotton material still gives people a skin-friendly feeling.
Of course, you can choose to bring your own, they are also sold on campus.
But Qin Jian found it troublesome.
In a short while, he spread out the bed and put the clothes in the suitcase into the locker.
Some daily music books, laptops and daily necessities are placed on the writing table.
After looking up and down, he said, "It's good, but it's missing a desk lamp and a pen holder."
"There's also a fan."
This dormitory is good everywhere, but it's too hot.
He took a random photo and sent it to his family.
moment.
Qin Gang sent a thumbs up emoticon.
Let it go: Don’t worry, everything is settled
Xuehua: Very good, clean. Give us a call when you’re done.
Qin Jian was about to go out and make a phone call. At this moment, the door was pushed open.
One white, one black, one tall and one short
Two figures walked in holding basins, looking like they had just taken a bath.
The mute drumming stopped again.
404 momentarily quiet.
Eyes relative to each other.
The next second.
The short, dark-skinned boy's eyes were filled with joy, and he laughed loudly at his side and said, "How about Tang Jie? I think he's already here, he's a great addition~"
"Did you just take a shower?"
Qin Jian installed his mobile phone, looked at his two new roommates and smiled.
"In order to wait for you in the dormitory, we have taken two showers today. It is too hot in the sunny dormitory."
The boy who was called "Tang Jie" put down the basin in his hand, wiped his hands, walked up to Qin Jian, stretched out his right hand, and said with a sunny face: "Chen Tangjie, orchestra, oboe."
"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long," Qin Jian also extended his right hand, "Qin Jian, musicology."
Chen Tangjie said cheerfully: "Sorry, no need, but from now on I will leave my piano lessons to you."
"It's not a big deal." Qin Jian smiled. It seemed that everyone had already figured out his details.
At this time, the short black boy also came over happily, "My name is Wang Xiaoliang. If you want to find out the contact information of folk music girls in the future, you can contact me. I play the pipa, hahaha."
"Xiao Liang, you should solve your own problem first. I've been hearing this from you all day." Chen Tangjie said scornfully.
"Just wait, don't think I'm not as handsome as the three of you. When the military training is over, I will bring one back to show you."
Everyone burst into laughter. Although Zheng Feng did not get out of bed, his drumstick was also placed by his side.
Amid laughter and laughter, the 14th grade dormitory 404 completed its first gathering.
September 3rd is a day worth remembering.
The university campus life that had faded from Qin Jian's mind was once again revealed.