Two, Mentor
The old-fashioned sofa in the living room had a faded chair cover that made one want to lean against it, and at this moment, Zhen was lazily half-reclining on it. It might be due to his easy-going nature, or perhaps because he had been close to Wu's family since childhood, or maybe it was because of the many times he had dreamed of returning to his natal home. In short, after only a few days of school starting, he seemed to have gotten used to, or even started to like this "parasitic" life, and was even beginning to feel a little reluctant to leave.
A group of old men basketball fans on TV are showing their admiration for Yao Ming, which seems to be a kind of gender identity disorder to many Americans. Zhen Liu has already lost the heart to laugh at this, he often thinks that China is not yet a strong country, and can't even be considered a true great power, because the people of a great power would never be so pathetic about someone else's leftover Olympic Games.
"Old Wang Lan," a familiar term was faintly coming from the inner room, this is what old friends called Grandma Xu Jinliu, and it's possible that only among these university students in their fifties, the honor of their positions hadn't undergone some kind of devolution. This was obviously the voice of Wu Yeye's wife on the phone, intentionally lowering her tone which was completely unlike Professor Peng Yong's usual demeanor when lecturing, making it even more suspicious and enticing to the intruder's curiosity, Xu Jinliu suddenly realized if this had something to do with the "Guixiang Gate" incident, but then again, it wasn't that serious...
"Really? ... Ah... Okay... Is it?"
Zhen Liu was a bit suspicious of the eavesdropping plot or conspiracy being exposed, and the fact that he sat still in his original position monotonously verified the ancient saying "guilty conscience". He slowly turned up the TV volume, walked slowly to the edge of the refrigerator close to the back door, and quietly opened it as a precaution. Finally, he let the "shouting" of the ball fans on TV return to its original state.
"Today they confirmed the mentor, and I went too", it turned out to be this matter, Zhen Liu continued to mock himself, perhaps, the worry of being exposed was one of the motivations for committing a crime: "Originally, I had agreed to let Teacher Gu take him, but Zhao Ran suddenly took the initiative to say she wanted Zhen Liu, and Xiao Gu didn't know what to do so he didn't insist. The others were all set..." Apparently, the Hong Kong side took over the conversation, and Professor Peng fell into silence, even the usual "ah...right...yes...no mistake...dare not" was omitted, the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Isn't it just a trivial matter about the instructor? Who leads is all the same, Zhao teacher is still a Ph.D. from an American university! Zhenliu even thinks that he is stronger than "Gu Xiaopang", who uses a large spoon to scoop up free porridge from the bottom of the bucket in the cafeteria and shares his experience everywhere. Zhenliu has even seen this future leader of the Shilin district walking out of a certain adult health store with a bag of American mechanical equipment, full of pride. It's not just that scholars are disdainful of each other, it seems that fat people also have narrow hearts, no wonder they become a vulnerable group. So, all fat people in the world, unite!
But Grandma Peng on the other end of the phone seemed to think otherwise: "Cough, this is just... actually it's nothing... can only be like this," Apparently, Deputy Director Wang had no intention of taking further action.
However, when it comes to the scene of the three going to the office and meeting with several instructors in the afternoon, there is indeed a bit of awkwardness. In theory, such things are usually passed with applause, even if the instructor really favors someone, they will usually give hints or even explicit indications beforehand, although the "superior" will generally intentionally or unintentionally conceal their tendencies.
Here is the translation:
This time, Xu Zhongliu's "casting" isn't an exception either, because Grandma Peng had already determined his future "boss" during his graduate studies. Although Gu Yan, who came from a linguistic background and studied philosophy, was a complete novice, even to the point of being muddled after learning, his doctoral supervisor (also Xu Zhongliu's "future mentor") is now a giant in the linguistics field; what's more, rumors about Gu Xiaopang becoming deputy director had long been circulating. Anyway, this profession has always relied on personal connections, so it's perfectly normal to have a big tree to lean on. In fact, the two of them had already "met several times" before.
In other words, the meeting in the afternoon should have been a mere formality, and even the instructor Wei Yicheng didn't show up. Later, Lu Gongzhu said with a nervous expression that he seemed to be doing some research at a certain middle school. Yunwen said "what nonsense about students choosing teachers" but her eyes were fixed on Ye Nan, the director of sociolinguistics research room, who had been smiling all along. So, Zhentao was waiting for the final verdict while looking around, when suddenly something unexpected happened.
"Oh? Teacher Zhao," said Gu Yan, who was sitting by the door and first discovered the "enemy situation": "Come on, sit down." This person can be so skilled without learning because of his ability to see people three times and smile: "You guys haven't met before, have you? This is Dr. Zhao, originally from our institute, returned from the US last year, graduated from New York University and worked there for a while, now he's our assistant director, imported and exported." The fat man's laughter was always easy to infect the audience, but this time only Su Yunwen followed with a smile, it seemed that others had already developed enough antibodies against his tricks.
Teacher Zhao had just returned from outside, her half-long windbreaker hanging down from her slightly open shoulders. She naturally sat down on the chair pulled out by Gu Yan, taking up about a third of the space in front. As she glanced around, she nodded only at Professor Peng Yong, who was absolutely senior; finally, her gaze fell on Zhuo Liu: "I came to take a look at our department's new blood." Her arrival seemed to add some mint to the lazy afternoon tea, and everyone's face seemed to have a smile.
Zhao Rang
In fact, Zhen Liu remembered seeing the photo and resume of the main leaders in the wall newspaper on the day of the re-examination, and had a good impression of this American Ph.D. "Assistant Zhao" didn't list her title like the others did, which made people drowsy, and the photo of her standing upright in front of the file cabinet with light makeup was indeed suspicious of her age being under 40. At that time, two girls said that she could harmoniously guide the accumulation of years to be elegant and fascinating, and her smiling gaze in front of the exhibition board was enough to make bystanders believe that this was not a courtesy.
However, Xu Zhongliu, who had always been fascinated by the mature and elegant woman, remained silent with his head tilted to one side, only occasionally interjecting with a few onomatopoeic words. This was because he felt that he had seen the person in the photo somewhere before. Although this kind of impression would occur almost every time someone caught his attention, and although the name "Zhao Ran" wasn't distinctive enough, the smile seemed to be hinting at something, giving off a sense of familiarity and warmth that the boy couldn't quite place.
"Two days ago, I indirectly learned about Little Xu's 'research idea' and thought it was quite interesting. Can you talk about it in detail?" Zhao teacher's voice had a subtle tone that was hard to grasp, but not at all dismissive. For example, her appearance in this conference room added a few ripples to the originally calm atmosphere, although it also seemed to have a slightly awkward and uncertain color.
To be honest, that so-called "idea" was just a formality in the training plan and never the focus of everyone's attention. Or rather, the cultivation of master's students originally had no focus. So Xu Zhenliu had almost forgotten what he specifically wrote at the beginning, only remembering that it seemed to be related to language habits and national psychology. However, he was always not afraid of this kind of narrow encounter, after all, the final interpretation right of that possibly south-north divergent draft belonged to the author himself: "I am mainly inspired by the relatively little in-depth exploration of Chinese and Western cultural contrasts, just discussing things on the surface without understanding their underlying reasons..." In fact, Xu Zhenliu didn't know what he was going to say or where he was going to lead the conversation, just like everyone else present, because his main thoughts were completely used to speculate about the female doctor who suddenly appeared and seemed out of tune with the atmosphere of the entire institute.
The so-called "praise and criticism are for the buyer, applause is for the spectator", they came up with this supposedly serious "academic issue" just to put on a show. Several people felt that it was just a figure of speech, but the real problem was yet to come. For example, Gu Yan and Ye Nan, who were familiar with the "order of the meeting", had unnatural expressions, their mouths still smiling, but their eyes had already run to the corner of the wall or even outside the door, as if searching for the answer to the question.
Perhaps it was the foreign ink that hadn't been wasted, and the practical American style quickly emerged. When Zhao was stared at and became a bit self-conscious, his usual eloquence also began to "seasonally dry up". Then, Teacher Zhao revealed the answer: "It seems you still have quite a lot of your own thoughts, just right for me as I've been writing some related things recently, don't know if Little Xu is interested in following along with me?" She probably knew that Gu Yan was the original partner, so when asking, she looked towards the other little fatty who seemed somewhat at a loss.
"Alright, alright," Old Gu said with a hint of magnanimity, but suddenly felt that this might be a betrayal of the old professor's "heavy trust", so he looked at Professor Peng with a mixture of fear and trepidation: "You see..." Then he realized that this tone was no different from pushing the boat with the current, and his hands unconsciously pressed against the wide, round conference table in front of him, as if trying to calm the suddenly tense atmosphere.
"Ah……good……good," Grandma Peng's tone was exactly the same as when she later handed over to Old Big Sister: "You decide, you decide." The older ginger is still spicy, and in the end, this senior finally remembered that she wasn't actually a formal member of the language department.
In fact, from any known angle, Zhao Rang is an excellent candidate for the mentor, especially compared to Gu Yan. Even from a practical and unrelated perspective of official career and economics, the "second entry" US doctoral student has always been in a favorable position in the future new generation leadership's card position battle. Compared to Director Gu who focuses on administration, if he can logically become the deputy director in charge of scientific research work, he will certainly be "on the right side of Lian Po". Therefore, Zhen Liu is very optimistic about this result, but from a very fashionable perspective of "programmatic reasonableness", it seems to have some suspicion of robbery.
"Whatever, the mediocre mind is at ease", Xuzhenliu lay back on the still warm sofa and soon threw the afternoon's "Lee代桃僵" to the back of his brain. Of course, this change came so quickly, largely due to the unexpected arrival of the "wind and snow night returnee".
Actually, Wu Yu's own nest was also in this not-so-big dormitory, so after "born a daughter must be married to a neighbor", she still "often came home to take a look"; therefore, when the sound of the key came, the pillow flow in the living room did not feel strange, but instead gave birth to a warmth and expectation. Although it's already late today, "see heroes on horseback, watch beauties under the moonlight", maybe later she could use going downstairs for a walk as an excuse to "fly together" once again, which made her mouth curve up with a sly joy.
"So late and you're still coming over," Professor Peng said, emerging from the inner room and closing the door behind her as if instinctively covering up something. "Have you eaten?" She noticed that her daughter was still holding a stack of what looked like freshly picked-up homework from school.
"No, never mind, I'll tell you later," she turned and entered the already shared cabin, apparently, this "them" seemed to include the one who was calculating whether the two "not enough for outsiders" CDs had been hidden well.
Appetite and lust also.
Nowadays, women's stomachs are shrinking in proportion to their height, and after finally being able to sit at the same table as men on an equal footing since the evil feudal era, they have even been deprived of the right to sweep away leftover rice. It seems that culture's destruction of human nature is far more cunning than brute force.
In fact, they look more lovely when eating delicious food, lively and easy-going. For example, the Wu Yu in front of me is a great footnote. Obviously, mother's craftsmanship is always the best catalyst for children's hearts, whether you have already established your own career or not.
"You won't guess what," she said, sipping the chicken egg soup that had just been reheated, speaking in a slow and measured tone reminiscent of past memories: "Wei Dan from our class actually hooked up with a Ph.D. student over thirty, saying they met online, and even brought him to school today."
"Cough, now these kids... probably just fooling around", Ms. Peng picked out the Sichuan peppercorns from the vegetables for her daughter: "Did you go to her house?"
"No, where can I? I just made a call to Wei Yicheng," Wu Yu's naturally curly long hair fell down loosely and was casually tucked behind her ear by her.
"Isn't Wei Yicheng also Lu Yuanhang's mentor?" Zhen Liubian was originally focused on gazing at the beautiful home scenery in front of him, but was suddenly interrupted by this name that had just been discussed this afternoon.
"Right," said Grandma Peng, turning around: "It's Wei Laoshi's daughter."
Wu Yu, who didn't seem to have a big appetite, looked like he was already near the end of his meal, or perhaps he was more interested in the egg soup from the start. In any case, he reluctantly lifted his large, manga-like eyes from the edge of the bowl: "Don't go spreading rumors," his tone seemed to still be warning his former student, only with a few more hints of calmness than before.
"When is Little Shang coming back?" Professor Peng seemed to think there was nothing worth avoiding, and this time she was referring to her proud golden son-in-law - the deputy director of the Graduate School, Item.
"The day before yesterday, I was told that it would take some time," The basketball game on TV from across the ocean obviously couldn't arouse much interest in Wu Yu. She gazed vaguely at the goldfish swimming leisurely in their tank, and Zhuo Liang clearly remembered that these little creatures had been his favorite toys when he was a child. Many of the "seed players" had made heroic sacrifices in the process of being "cultivated" into amphibians in his "experiments".
"The Graduate School has set up a training base in collaboration with the University of California, and you may have the opportunity to go there for further study," said Grandma Peng, while also taking care of the boy who couldn't get a word in edgewise: "But I suppose you won't be going." The old professor from a revolutionary family smiled slightly with a hint of approval.
"A few days ago, I heard from Yunwen that those people have already started to make their move", Zhentao discovered that this girl was very well-informed, although she didn't seem to be too excited about it.
The old lady probably didn't bother to ask about the current thoughts of these lively post-80s and post-90s. She took over the bowl and chopsticks that her daughter had cleaned up: "Why did Little Shang have to go to that preparation place? This kind of thing is most likely to offend people, let him talk to the courtyard later, don't go, just take a look at the freshness..." The conversation accompanied by the sound of water from under the cupboard...
Talking about the youngest full-level cadre in the graduate school, he is a legendary figure and can be considered as half of the grassroots rise. His father was a small accountant in the county town, and his mother had been an actress in a rural drama troupe in her early years. Although it didn't cost much for him to support his only son's university graduation, what he got later on was more due to his own hard work. As he approaches middle age, looking at his peers around him, there is really nothing more worth envying, of course, including the battle of winning a beauty back home.
Actually, Xiang Chuchang and Wu Yu can be said to be fellow disciples, and they are also one of the romantic legends of the Language Research Institute's graduate department in those years. At least, that's how it is interpreted in today's rumors. Being able to have such a good successor, Professor Peng can consider himself fulfilled for this life, just waiting for his grandson to be born, so he can become a "perfect old man". This is also why she had a negative attitude towards her brother-in-law running to the ends of the earth to dig up capitalist old nests from the very beginning. After all, Teacher Peng, who knows how to cherish blessings, always felt that it was unnecessary to create trouble.
Zhen Liang is not the kind of noble person who would sneer at officials and wealthy people as "outsiders" or "banished immortals", but he understands that his personality may be destined to have no connection with this life's beautiful dreams. He is, of course, clear that traveling thousands of miles to Los Angeles to work as a preparatory director is probably not just to get close to Kobe and flatter him, since so many people are scrambling to get out and make a name for themselves in the market. By occupying a strategic position, he won't worry about finding willing participants. He even has some resentment towards Peng's greed, wondering why someone would be so stingy that they wouldn't even spare a chicken or rice.
But Xiang's good fortune, or rather his luck, is indeed enviable, and perhaps this is also one of the reasons why he chose to "lie low and avoid trouble". Thinking about it, it's really a clever move. For example, Xu Zhenliu had some grudge against him since high school, and when he heard that "Xiao Wu was getting married" for the first time, he was indeed envious and wrote a poem to express his sorrow. In fact, not just him, from hearing about their relationship warming up to finally receiving the wedding invitation, it seemed like a very efficient process, and many of those "Luoyang dandies" who had ill intentions didn't even have time to organize a welcoming party before being told that the game was over.
Whether stealing can constitute a crime depends on the amount of money involved. Generally, petty theft is just taking advantage of an opportunity; but robbery is completely different, and even if it's attempted but not successful, it often can't escape severe punishment.
The reason for this is probably the difference in the victim's mindset. If you're pickpocketed, you might get a "be more careful next time" lesson, but if a robber turns your bag upside down, you'll feel like you're really in a vulnerable position, and that extra mental stimulation will ferment into a sense of satisfaction after the fact, thinking "you had it coming". Can robbery really bring good fortune?
So it's better to learn a skill, do something with high technical value, and be legitimate.
In fact, the principle of dating is the same: I heard that the dream lover followed someone who was not as good as oneself, and not only was dignity not hurt, but also a good attitude could add a few points to the "re-employment" in the future; while "she" who slipped away if she was taken away by a white horse, it would be different. Obviously, when Director Xiang Dingzhong conquered the Central Plains that year, it belonged to the latter, which was Professor Wu's treasure, and last night's bright candle did not know how many bookworms' beautiful dreams were dyed red.
Where there is oppression, there is resistance. The emergence of the "mental victory method" must have a materialistic basis. For example, people often say that something is "perfectly deceptive", which may be related to sour grapes psychology. However, the knife that cuts through food and sex is not easily transformed into a gentle caress. After listening to Wu Yu's mother-daughter conversation, Zhenliu classmates indeed felt a little lack of appetite, and almost smelled another man's scent on the pillow that had been entwined with hers every night.
Along with the cold rain of autumn days, until the second day's afternoon Marxist class, Chen Liufeng still felt a bit down. On the lecturer's side, Professor Gongzi Ye was reading from her notes in a Northeastern Mandarin accent that wasn't quite native to her, having already mispronounced "Zinoviev" as "Dmitrov" for the third time. The poor soul of Zinoviev would probably be terrified if he knew that not only had another "Mr. Ji" humiliated him in the Third International, but now his naming rights were also being stripped away. As Chen Liufeng thought about this, she unconsciously lifted her head to gaze out at the gloomy clouds outside the window, revealing a smile for the first time today. This dry required course on "Scientific Socialist Theory and Practice" was actually soothing her heartache - what a rare thing!
The girls sitting in the back row were spreading the latest campus gossip, saying that this female professor, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, originally played what sport (this detail varied slightly depending on the version), and later married a good husband, now living a life of luxury, and had transformed into someone who was just going through the motions here. Then came the segment for comments, it seemed that women's innate news sensitivity hadn't faded in the slightest with increasing education.
"Who told you that? If it's really some big leader, can they even notice an athlete?" It seemed like the deputy class monitor Cheng Xiaofeng had "macro-controlled" the situation: "She's not even Fu Mingxia!" The host continued to add fuel to the fire.
"Hey, how is that possible? At that time, there were no models, all the beautiful women became athletes", after the "Sino-Soviet friction" incident earlier, he was spiritually drained a lot, he leaned his head back slightly: "This is called historical materialism."
After the gavel fell, there was a faint snicker from a short distance away from the podium, which seemed to be challenging "Women's Basketball No. 5"'s nerves. So, Professor Gong looked up from her own slightly disheveled notes: "You again, Xu...". She racked her brains trying to remember: "Liu Xuan!" Since the first class when she made an example out of him, Professor Gong had already recognized this chubby kid who was used to being scolded, but she still wasn't quite clear about his full name.
Xu Zhèn turned her head back, amidst the laughter of her classmates that was more vibrant than last year's, and playfully stuck out her tongue at the teacher. The "Zhèn" in her Northeastern Mandarin pronunciation did indeed sound a bit like "lào", which means "to fall asleep". The boy instinctively touched his own neck, recalling the taste from last night.
According to legend, Teacher Gong, who had been "indoctrinated" by the leader for many years, did not "pursue the defeated enemy". He just glanced at the wall clock with a hint of disdain and continued to lower his head, still struggling with the unbearable lecture notes. As a result, Tong Liu's mind became more and more distracted, thinking from Xiang Shang to Wei Dan, and then from Wei Yicheng to Yuan Hang, who was sitting next to her. Today, this girl's stock index seemed to be continuing its decline, even during the "peak duel" just now, she only vaguely raised her head to look around, then went back to fiddling with her phone, making a "slap, slap" sound when flipping through it.
"Right," Zhen Liu suddenly felt that there was something he had forgotten to say: "Have you seen Wei Yicheng's daughter?" In fact, the true name and surname of the supervisor had long been directly called out in papers.
"Have you seen him?" The answer came quickly this time, but with a hint of vagueness: "What's wrong?"
"She said she found a boyfriend in his thirties", Xu Zhongliu and Pan Tuo exclaimed: "Don't go around talking nonsense." There are no secrets in the world, because people are generally connected to each other: some scholars have done statistics, you can find any similar person on earth, just need not more than fifteen "acquaintances" as intermediaries.
Yuan Hang suddenly lifted his head and startled the informant: "Who told you? Are you sure?"
This is indeed a bit embarrassing: "The people from her school said she brought that guy to..." Little fatty thought he could get away with it.
"I know," said Lu Niang, raising her left index finger: "You listen to what Wu Yu said."
Facing the firm gaze of Yuan Hang, Zhen Liu seemed to feel a kind of pleasant tension as if he had been caught by his former classmates when he was in close contact with Yi Xin. He was very clear that it would be difficult to thoroughly conceal his complicated origins with this research institute, but he was still instinctively looking for some excuse to shirk.
Luyu clearly noticed the boy's embarrassment, and just as he was about to say something, he became somewhat hesitant: "What you're talking about is actually known by many people."
This is actually quite reassuring, just like many fugitives who hide and escape will have a deep desire in their hearts for the police to be omnipotent: "You even know Wu Yu, it seems you are very familiar with Wei Yicheng's family 'terrain'", since the distant journey is not taboo, then following the current is also smooth.
"Ah..." Lu Niang seemed to return to her usual absent-minded state in an instant, but also appeared to be struggling to decide something: "Also... nothing," Hearing Zhen Liu's teasing, she slowly lifted her head and quickly glanced at the boy's eyes.
"This girl is really worthy of the scholarly family," Zhuo Liu originally thought that Wei Dan's affair could be a topic to pass the time, but Yuan Hang didn't have the "positive demand for progress" he imagined: "By the way, what does Wei Yicheng's lover do?" Finally, he managed to find a question that wasn't a problem.
"He said he was a university teacher," Luyu's gaze temporarily left the phone that was flashing with blue light, and carefully tore off a price tag from an unknown supermarket food on the long table in front of him, examined it for a while, and then stuck it back on.
"Qin se friends," heard the second row Su Yunwen and others discussing a senior sister who graduated and married a mayor of some city, "rumors", probably related to the previous report on "Professor Gong's family history". This is the advantage of sitting in front, seemingly easy to be secretly attacked from behind, but actually quietly taking in those small movements, while maintaining an air of mystery that makes others scare themselves: "What does she teach? Is it also language teaching?"
"No!" The negative response from the sailor was quite decisive, as if to cut off something: "It seems... it's like literary theory or something..." Once she got involved in her own unclear practical problems, the girl's tone gradually became softer. She touched the price tag on the sticker again, but this time she didn't seem interested in making another move.
"Hmm, that girl might have followed her mom, and nowadays' literary theories are all quite off the mark," Zhen Liu originally planned to cite a few examples, Freud's stuff has long been outdated, while Derrida's story of Abraham and Isaac might still be worth mentioning.
He changed his posture, leaning forward slightly, partly to give the teacher the illusion that he was listening attentively, and partly as a prelude to his own lecture. However, neither of these intentions had any effect, as the teacher announced the start of recess with a sigh of relief, while Yuanghai got up after nodding to Qianliu to sign in for her. She subconsciously opened her backpack and took a glance inside, but didn't take anything out before grabbing her phone and leaving through a side door that few people used. Qianliu caught a glimpse of the "Xin Xiang Yin" brand tissue paper in her bag, which had the slogan "Drain the ocean dry, and Taiwanese kids can come over to play".
The disputes of Confucian scholars are generally about names and realities. The reason why humans need language, apart from the "labor needs" mentioned by the "Great Sage", is probably also because using actions to prove oneself is far more effective than just moving one's lips. However, when people overuse this "new technology" and start to deceive each other, they have no choice but to reuse physical expressions again. The Loyalty Dance during the Cultural Revolution was probably a product of "words being insufficient, so feet must be used".
Not only that, from the roll call in elementary school to the current sign-in, there is probably also this consideration. However, the "inferiority complex" of language that can exist independently of reality has become an indelible mark that cannot be erased. Nevertheless, just like the heartfelt confessions at weddings that will not become a stumbling block for the two people who are "heartfelt globally and fragrant outside the wall", the dense handwritten characters on the sign-in book can also make up for the embarrassment of being deserted, and it is also helpful to cultivate the virtues of mutual assistance among classmates, as well as the sense of trust and mission that comes with entrusting and being entrusted.
However, doing so can also have side effects. Nowadays, people not only do good deeds without leaving their names, but they are also accustomed to accepting others quietly "overcoming difficulties" for you, such as many cases of the latter being discovered on wedding nights.
"Who signed that for Miss Ai? It doesn't look like your handwriting." Zhen Liu returned to her seat and saw Yunwen in the back row leaning on a desk, flipping through "The Origin of the Family, Private Property and the State".
Xu Zhongliu was talking about their classmate Ai Mei, who is also the only student to be directly admitted this year. She seems to come from a mysterious tribe in Yunnan or Guizhou province and specializes in studying minority languages, which explains why she's so elusive. What's more, before the semester even started, Ai told the department that she would be going on a field study with some local investigation team and wouldn't be coming to the graduate school for the first two or three weeks. In fact, regarding this "out of sight, out of mind" Zhongliu and his friends, all they have is hearsay - according to their department's teaching secretary who doesn't even reveal what he eats for lunch, it's no wonder that Su Yunwen would shake her head when the two meet.
"Right," the one lying down suddenly became excited: "Yesterday, Ai Mei's boyfriend came, so handsome...!" After that, she exaggeratedly swooned.
"When will she 'meet' us?" Mentioning this "noble person" who has been called out for a thousand times but still hasn't appeared, Zhen Liu indeed had a bit of a sarcastic tone. It's not surprising, any graduate school entrance exam veteran who mentions those lucky ones who got in without taking the exam will always have some complaints about this phenomenon. Compared to getting in through the back door, being directly admitted is not only justified but even glorious, and the system's flaws will eventually evolve into a dignified privilege, which seems reasonable after all.
Yu Wen sighed and looked up at the sky, as if trying to calm her emotions: "It's said that next week, her boyfriend will clean up their dormitory, probably because the girl in their room helped sign it over." The uneven wealth in love seems not to have made Yu Wen feel a sense of solidarity with others; it appears that once the most primitive instincts are sublimated, they inevitably carry a hint of hypocrisy.
Distinguishing between friend and foe is the primary problem of all revolutions, but Xu Zhenliu did not stop trying to win over allies in the united front. However, he didn't get any valuable leads from this chain of events, as the girl's words were mainly sentimental and lacked substance. The girl carefully hid her fiery "front face" behind Xu Zhenliu's broad shoulders, avoiding Palace Teacher's occasional roving gaze, while softly but with ups and downs, she envied Ai Mei's boyfriend for moving his job to Beijing for love, and interjected about her own misfortune.
The poor boy was using his body language to cope with the situation behind him, while also occasionally nodding and smiling at the lecturer, almost to the point of tears. He had been waiting for his girlfriend to return from her trip so that he could shift his focus and at least escape the difficulties of fighting on two fronts, but this usually punctual girl was nowhere to be found.
Fortunately, as the hunger of noon approached, Yunwen's "Life Ramblings" began to show signs of fatigue. However, her self-pitying emotions gradually turned into complaints about how the teacher couldn't seem to finish reading that liver fire chapter. In fact, if you listened carefully, it wasn't hard to discover that the journey through utopian socialist theory was nearing its end. But people often lose their simplest computational abilities under the dual stimulation of physiology and emotion, and this time was no exception.
In fact, if someone accuses Professor Gongzi Ye, who has not yet become wealthy, of being irresponsible in preparing lessons, it is purely speculative and can almost be confirmed as nonsense. For example, Zhenliu believes that the lecture notes with an unknown origin are absolutely fragrant and bitter cold. People who are strict with themselves often also have a broad and tolerant heart. The reading notes assignment set at the end of class is really "the way has been lost for a long time" for most graduate students, but teachers who understand the "three from one big" principle still insist on it amidst complaints.
"Where did the distant voyage go?" Su Yunwen, who had just woken up from the lingering waves of "Today's troubles are many and worrying", didn't worry more about her academic burden. In fact, this little thing was a piece of cake for them, who had been through many battles. Moreover, even if the sports-type beautiful professor had good physical strength, it was unlikely to break through the tight pressure of hundreds of similar assignments. Any similarities or plagiarism could be easily explained as "chaotic flowers are about to confuse people's eyes". The key is that these men and women, who were used to enjoying leisure time in college, had already forgotten all memories related to homework, just like how being diligent in a hot romance was no longer necessary after the seven-year itch, and even became a burden, becoming a powerful excuse for "marriage is the tomb of love".
But these few acquaintances who were still in the flirting stage, rubbing against each other with awkwardness and freshness, everything troublesome would be overwhelmed by the sweet and sour of early autumn. For example, when there was still half an hour before class, he heard his phone vibrating faintly but deeply in his backpack, guessing that it was probably a text message from Yuánháng, but didn't open it at the time. This wasn't because of the lingering aura of being a teacher, but rather due to old habits.
In their generation when they were young, kindergartens were in a state of high demand and short supply, which is embarrassing compared to the current situation. This has caused trouble for the children in the kindergarten, who are like flowers in the motherland. The popular aunties have turned what was originally a loving relationship between mothers and sons into a semi-militarized one. For example, when it comes to lunch, there can't be even a little bit of waste. I remember that other kids would pick out their favorite foods, and it's inevitable that half a bowl would be left uneaten, with both parties speechless. As for me, it was difficult at first but easy later on, and only then did I gradually enter a state of enjoyment. Psychologists say that the former is an optimistic pessimism, while the latter is closer to a pessimistic optimism.
This time is no exception, until the backpack is ready to leave, Xu Zhongliu "happens" to take out his mobile phone, as expected: "Let me help her carry things, and Far Navigation will go directly to the police station with us later." It's a relatively busy day, with a professional course in the department this afternoon.
After lunch, she lazily walked from the dormitory to school, it seemed that Yunwen had gone to that distant dormitory and wouldn't be back for a while. In fact, he knew that Su Yunwen was such a meticulous person and would not leave the books she needed in the afternoon twenty minutes' walk away, this reason was absolutely nonsense, when she ran to the teaching building to use the restroom during the Marxist class break, it was already very suspicious, and before getting up, she had also rummaged through her bag with a guilty conscience.
Such reasoning made Xu Zhentao feel a bit sleepy, so he went to the badminton court to breathe some fresh air. He saw Cheng Yi from Yueyang Building, who had been immersed in Beijing for four years after graduating from Beishida, seriously sweating while playing badminton, and Gu Shuang, who was probably just off the court, fanning her face with both hands like a gentle lady, looking very inefficient.
When it comes to her, she is indeed a girl in the class who attracts attention. I don't know if it's because of the navigation of Mazu from her hometown in the afterlife, but this girl from Meizhou Island, Fujian is very good at making herself look even more beautiful with her already somewhat familiar appearance. Not to mention that in the graduate department, which was already a bit sleepy, even the mediocre and ordinary girls couldn't help but be envious, let alone Gu classmate's extraordinary skills. Last week during the personal introduction session in the foreign language listening and speaking class, she surprised everyone with her beautiful American accent, and the Chinese teacher who appeared halfway through the class was clearly somewhat intimidated for the rest of the period. If it weren't for the fact that this male Ph.D. from our institute had obvious masculine characteristics, everyone would have been a bit worried that the magic mirror would provide unfavorable testimony for Snow White. Zhen Liu has always been lenient towards beauties: "No wonder she's so amazing, turns out she's from Xiamen (scared) University," he said to his classmates with admiration, looking at this alumnus of Yi Zhongtian.
"You're going to play in that? You'd rather die from exhaustion than die from beauty," Xu Zhenniu said, spotting the low-heeled leather boots on the girl's feet and finding a weakness to exploit. He sat down beside Gu Shuang on the long bench, not forgetting to nod at Cheng Yi on the court, who had made a good first impression on him.
"Wow, you're too kind to me," Gu classmate seemed not to dislike this little fatty who was chatting everywhere. She turned to Zhuo Liu, her slightly raised lips had a lot of flavor under the sweat: "Don't show us your skills?"
Xu Zhènliú shook his head, his interest was not in playing with the dog in this brick yard, but rather in chatting with the girl who seemed to be blowing sea breeze in front of him under the warm sunshine that came down like a golden blanket after the rain. This scene made Su Yùwén, who was already emotionally fluctuating due to her physiological cycle, search for Zhènliú all over the courtyard and eventually became furious when she went back to her room, with the most frequent phrase on her lips being: "Big hypocrite!"
