Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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　　 Yang Rui and Xiao Baiya visited Peking University together, then went to Tsinghua University again and again, before returning in the evening.

　　 Xiaobaiya went back to the dormitory happily. When Yang Rui returned to the dormitory of Peking University, what he saw was full of lights and boiling voices.

　　 Freshmen are excited and can't sleep when they enter school. It's still hot in September. Many people are sitting in the courtyard of the dormitory building, some playing cards, singing, chatting, poem recitation and guitar playing.

　　 In the corridors, people come and go, come and go, chase after debate, steal hot water, and recognize fellow villagers.

　　 This is the most free era, which is true for China, and it is true for Peking University.

　　 No dorms to disturb, no lights out policy.

It was in this era of Peking University that poets such as Haizi, Luo Yihe, Xichuan, and Gome were born. In the past few years, Haizi has been in such a dormitory building, in such a chaotic manner, receiving guests from inside and outside the campus. And then burst out amazing creative power.

　　 Yang Rui re-examined this school, this dormitory building, and these people as if examining history.

　　 In 1983, Xichuan was still at Peking University, but Yang Rui lacked the interest in meeting celebrities.

　　 He is just a fan of pseudo-literature, and he cares more about the mysterious combination of elements than the mysterious combination of words.

　　 If an equation is as beautiful as a poem, Yang Rui will feel excited, but if a poem is so beautiful, Yang Rui will only smile. At this point, Yang Rui is like a teenager who is over-managing. He yearns for beautiful women, but maybe not beautiful women in the usual sense.

　　 Yang Rui stood downstairs in the dormitory and listened to a guitar sing. He went upstairs to the dormitory calmly.

　　 The last time he went to college was more than ten years ago, and now he is doing it again. Although he feels new, he is much older than the real boy.

　　 chatted with a roommate who was still a little stranger. After washing, Yang Rui lay on her back on the bed and closed her eyes to review high maths.

　　 is a bit boring, but it can just pierce his excitement.

　　 The process of thinking about the topic is repetitive, dry and mechanical, but when the results of the thinking burst out, the pleasure will be strong, moist and persistent, which will support him to think about the next topic.

The light in the room was on, and Mao Qiming and Cai Guinong strolled there. Dong Zhicheng gnawed his big steamed buns and literary masterpieces on the upper bunk as usual. Qiu Xia introduced Beijing with Hou Bing with great interest and said: "Hutong is not the same as the courtyard. Cai Guinong and I both came out of the hutongs. They are ordinary children who live in the hutongs. My parents are either working in factories or selling things in shops. However, the hutongs nowadays are also very particular. They are all in groups. A group of young people can’t find a job and don’t have a place to go. If you see this, you have to pay attention."

　　 "Beijing is so chaotic?" Hou Bing was tall and thin, but courageous.

"It can’t be said to be chaotic, it’s just a lot of gangsters. If you are about our age, if you haven’t been admitted to school, you’re staying at home now. If you can’t find a way out, you can only wander on the street, grab a hat, grab a shoe or something. ."

　　 Hou Bing touched his head subconsciously, and said, "You can't grab a hat. It's a lot of money to buy a hat."

　　 "All they grabbed are military caps, and you don't have one."

　　 "That's not okay." Hou Bing was very indifferent to this: "Why is it like this in Beijing?"

"I can’t find a job, there is only one way to study. It is too singular. In addition, the current factory recruits all their own children and recruits a system of children. Doesn’t this become hereditary? I think this system must be changed. ." Qiu Xia retransmitted to politics.

　　 Not only Qiu Xia likes politics, but current students like to talk about politics. Talking about politics, ideals, and struggle were the main content of college students in the 1980s. In China in the 1980s, the problem of eating was solved. Students no longer need to be hungry. They will not be like students in the 70s, thinking about how to eat. Schools in the 1980s were also a system of package distribution, and students didn’t have to talk about employment as they did in the 1990s.

　　 The reform and opening up in the 1980s gave soil for system innovation, and students were the most sensitive group. With Qiu Xia starting, Dong Zhicheng put down his masterpiece and started chatting.

　　The discussion became intense. Mao Qiming came back from outside the building, took out a tape like a treasure, and said, "Have you heard of Teresa Teng’s new song?"

　　 Several people shook their heads, and Qiu Xia asked, "Do you have a tape recorder? What to put it on."

　　 "Look at what I borrowed?" Mao Qiming took out a big half-arm radio from behind, and smiled: "I just asked the people from the drama club to return it tomorrow. Let's listen to it today."

　　 Dong Zhicheng jumped down from the upper bunk, helped Mao Qiming plug in the radio, and then installed the tape, and the soft and beautiful voice immediately rang.

　　 Everyone stopped discussing politics, and instead discussed music, literature, and poetry.

　　 After a while, people from other dormitories also poured into 203, and a tape was turned over and over again and again.

The sound of music is louder, and the voices of excited students are even louder, but it is difficult for Yang Rui to blend into this frenetic atmosphere. When he knows what the future is like, when he knows how powerful political inertia is, he It is difficult to have the urge to join politics anymore.

　　 In fact, as a research house, Yang Rui's nature is relatively flat, and considering that tomorrow is the beginning of the difficult military training, Yang Rui quietly plugged in his earphones and curled up to sleep.

　　 Mao Qiming noticed Yang Rui's movements, and stared at his earphones curiously for a long time. He also watched his walkman while on the upper bunk before going to sleep on his own.

　　 203 dormitory was noisy until two or three in the middle of the night, and it was completely quiet. Dong Zhicheng slept dumbly for a few hours before he heard the deafening whistle.

　　 "Everyone got up, got up! Military training has begun! All are smarter."

The instructors and military training instructors yelled all those who did not wake up from sleep. Dong Zhicheng hazyly didn't want to get out of bed, so he was pulled off by the instructor, and the star washed his face: "What do you think? They are all assembled, don't you want to wear clothes? Just gather down without clothes."

　　 "Damn it." Dong Zhicheng obviously did not wake up, scolded his mother, and began to put on clothes.

　　 The scolded instructor was taken aback, the sticks in his hands were all raised, and the instructor stopped him.

　　 The instructor hesitated for a moment, and left cursingly.

　　Mao Qiming touched Dong Zhicheng, and said, "Be careful to cause trouble, "Flashing God Watermark" offends the instructor and can be troublesome."

　　 Dong Zhicheng laughed indifferently, then went to the cabinet to look through the military uniform that was issued early, and then rushed downstairs.

　　 It took half an hour for the freshmen to be concentrated on the playground, followed by endless training and rituals.

　　 Those who stayed up late yesterday, I got **** this morning, and those who didn't stay up late yesterday were tired enough.

　　 When the queue started in the afternoon, the ******** really wanted to die, and they were tired enough to start ********.

　　 Yang Rui's foundation is good enough, and he exercises every day, but he can stick to it. Others stand in the military posture to play and distract. He is in the military posture to review the high numbers. After half an hour, not only is he not bored, but he is also in a good mood, but his legs and feet are a little sore.

　　 When he was resting, Dong Zhicheng looked at Yang Rui with envy, and said, "I didn't see it, you number one man, your body is still so good."

　　 "If you didn't stay up late yesterday, you would be able to carry it today." Yang Rui curled his lips.

　　 "Yeah, you said that there is still a long time, how can you get it?" Dong Zhicheng looked worried.

　　 "Just want something happy. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Lao Cai introduced his experience.

　　 "Think with your eyes closed?"

"Keep it open, the teacher told you to close your eyes, I will tell you, you just look at the road ahead, how interesting is so many seniors coming and going." Lao Cai touched his chin and said, "There is also a mention. The girls holding the thermos, a group of them, look weird and interesting, you will not feel tired after watching it for a while."

"I just watched it. It's a bit strange. You said, the road ahead of us is quite far from the boiler room. Why are so many girls and women carrying water to pass in front of us?" Mao Qiming also joined Come in, and find a loophole.

　　 "There are only girls with hot water bottles, not boys." Hou Bing silently gave a new answer.

　　 A few people were all looking towards the road ahead when they said it, and it turned out that only the girl with the thermos was passing by, not the boy.

　　 "Is the girls' dormitory near here?" Dong Zhicheng asked strangely.

　　 "Anyway, you shouldn't take this road to fetch water." Mao Qiming shook his head.

　　 "It's time to rest, we are all assembled, we are all assembled!" The instructor yelled, and interrupted everyone's discussion.

　　 On the other side of the training ground, the school girls who visited the military training are still in an endless stream. Sunlight, sweat and military uniforms fill the training ground with curious hormones.

　　 Among them, the tall and handsome Yang Rui is also remembered by countless people.

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