Chapter 3
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The students of Archaeology Department only had a heated discussion in the history Academy for a long time. In the evening, they disappeared in the uniform statement of "the matter is under investigation. Please don't believe the rumors. If there are any malicious rumors, they will be severely punished once they are found.".
The so-called "severe punishment" of the college is nothing more than the conversation of the director, the criticism of the whole college, and the point deduction of the most ruthless final comprehensive evaluation, which will not rise to the height of graduation certificate and degree certificate. However, no one is willing to cause unnecessary trouble.
Later, in private, Song Fei heard that there was indeed a boy missing in the Department of archaeology. As for the reasons, there were many versions, such as "the corpse was killed", "lost contact when going out for archaeological practice", "elopement with a female teacher", "unable to pay tuition fees to quit school", "Internet addicted teenagers just don't miss books" and so on. Song Fei was not curious about the baby. Once he heard and forgot, it was over.
In a twinkling of an eye, it's the day of the sports meeting.
Autumn and November are the harvest season. The city where soonfeld university is located is inland. It's cool and pleasant in early November. It's a perfect time to hold a sports meeting.
The passionate March, the rhythmic announcer, the noisy playground, and the square array after square array are full of youth and vigor everywhere - if we ignore the students who secretly play mobile phones in the stands.
"Now comes the Institute of physical education! Look at their neat steps! Listen to their loud slogans! They are the newborn sun, they are the future... "
"It's too retro." Ren zhe can't listen any more. He didn't have a good battery life on his mobile phone, and he didn't want to take a power bank everywhere. Originally, he thought about the beginning, but after a while, he was really bored and played again. He could save some electricity, but as a result, he suffered a violent blow from the entry speech coming from the Internet down.
Just played a hand tour of Xiangyang speechless: "you really listen."
Ren zhe enviously glanced at his roommate's invincible domestic mobile phone, wondering whether he would like to change the phone next time: "the word is almost, but the younger sister who raised the card is eye-catching."
The history court diamond teams are all freshmen, so now they can sit in the stands and comment on others.
After brushing his microblog for a while, Song Fei felt that he didn't have much energy. After listening to Ren Zhe's speech, he looked at it reflexively. They were in the second area after the rostrum came. At this time, the square array of the Institute of physical education just came in front of their area. Sure enough, the girl who raised the card was waist and leg, not fat and not thin. Her lines were very beautiful. Although her facial features were just beautiful, she was healthy from head to foot.
The Institute of sports is followed by the Institute of Journalism and communication. If the waist and leg of the girl in the Institute of sports is the waist and leg, the waist and chest of the girl in the Institute of new media is the chest. But the face is more beautiful than the chest. It's as beautiful as heaven. Song Fei knows that, like the broadcasting and hosting Department of the art department, regardless of the men and women, their facial values are basically above the average line, and many of them are above the average line. But even if they are placed among these people, they can be seen at a glance, and her beauty is not lethal. It's the kind of soft and clean beauty that makes people feel very comfortable.
I don't know if the male students in the grandstand are too straightforward. When the younger sister came, she turned her head and laughed at the grandstand.
"With bright eyes and white teeth, you can see a beautiful smile." Wang Qingyuan carried two sentences and inserted them forcefully.
Song Fei didn't understand it, but when he was depressed, he listened to the female voice in the loudspeaker and became more and more high-spirited -
"now the College of life sciences is coming to us! The sea is wide with fish, and the sky is high with birds... "
He didn't listen to what the announcer said at the back. He went looking for someone. Unfortunately, I didn't find a familiar figure in the diamond team. Maybe the freshman in the square array of their college is also a freshman. Seeing the team of the College of health go far away, Song Fei thinks a little disappointed.
The cool wind blew.
Song Fei is agitated. He suddenly reacts. What are you looking for? He broke up by himself. It's too much to think about it now.
Shaking his head, Song Fei directly seeks Xiangyang to distract his attention: "Yangzi, when will your girlfriend come?"
After a lot of dead work, Xiang's wife won a great victory. Xiang Yang not only opened the door and agreed to take his sister to the sports meeting, but also told her sad story about taking part in the eight trigrams Tai Chi Fan. Unexpectedly, my sister was looking forward to it. She not only came by herself, but also brought two roommates and girlfriends.
Xiangyangsheng sighed: "at noon, we are not performing in the afternoon."
"Coauthor just came to see you," Ren zhe envied, "why can't I find this true love."
Xiang Yangte sincerely gave him a move: "you always think of my school sister, this can't, I tell you, distance produces beauty, you have to extend your claw to your school."
Ren Zhe's eyes lit up: "didn't your daughter-in-law say that she would bring two best friends in the afternoon? What do you look like? Do you have any pictures? "
Xiangyang is full of vigilance: "I want to have my daughter-in-law's best friend's photo in my mobile phone. Will this case be too complicated?"
Ren zhe rolled his eyes: "you won't look in your daughter-in-law's circle of friends!"
Xiang Yang pats his head and turns up his mobile phone. Ren zhe immediately went to have a look. Wang Qingyuan appreciates beauty, but he doesn't seem to be interested in the pursuit of beauty. Song Fei is not interested either, so he simply starts his micro blog again.The morning sports meeting passed without salt and salt, because most of them were preliminaries, and the people who were more excited than the others were even less interested. Except when the spiritual civilization inspection team came, Song Fei clapped his hands and waved the empty plastic bottle filled with stones. He spent the rest of his time playing with his mobile phone and taking a cursory glance at the competition participated by the history institute.
Except for the martial arts performance at the Mathematics Institute.
As two bitter gourds on a rope, soonfeld has a special feeling for his brothers in the Institute, especially when he sees them groaning and hawing in their green military uniform. This surging emotion surges to the top.
At noon, Xiangyang invited the guests. With all 440 guests, Mrs. Xiang and her two best friends opened a small kitchen at the cooking window on the second floor of the canteen. Xiangyang's girlfriend is very cute. She has a round face, big eyes and long eyelashes. She blinks and flickers. It's a standard loli. Ren zhe tries his best to make up with the other two girls, but they don't call him very much, but they always talk to Wang Qingyuan. Wang Qingyuan gently pushed his glasses, either ah, or Oh, sometimes he didn't know. At last, his sister understood, and she didn't ask for trouble any more.
Song Fei is not as hungry as Ren Zhe, but he is no more noble than Wang Qingyuan. He likes men and he wants to be noticed by his sister. The former is about sexuality, and the latter is about charm. So when he was about to finish eating, he asked half jokingly, "why don't you talk to me?"
You look at me and I look at you. I'm happy.
My sister said, "you look a little playful."
Song Fei wanted to beat the drum and complain. He asked sister two: "do you think so, too?"
Sister two shook her head: "you just don't seem to study very well."
Seinfeld stopped for two seconds and turned back to see his sister: "you're right."
Even the scum of learning has a proud stubbornness.
The first program in the afternoon is Tai Chi Fan. The organizing committee knows that this is the most sleepy time, so it naively wants to use large-scale collective performances to set off the atmosphere and cheer up.
440 collective changed into elegant white Tai Chi clothes, holding a clanging red Tai Chi Fan, and walked to the playground. Along the way, there were focal points everywhere, and they were often photographed in the street. The picture was beautiful.
When they got into the playground and arrived at the gathering place in the corner, they finally gained some sense of security.
Before the time came, the Taiji masters all stood idly, sneaked over to his wife, pulled Xiangyang to the corner and called his boyfriend: "ouba, come on!"
He threw away his fan and fanned it twice with great difficulty. He didn't move his inch in the wind: "look at my brother!"
During the conversation, several athletes in shorts came in from the gate of the playground. After the Taiji Fan is the competition, these people also have to come in advance to wait for the check-in. In the morning, you can't find the figure all over the place.
Song Fei retreated into the crowd without planting. At the same time, he meditated in his heart that he could not see me, could not see me, could not see me, who could see me was a son of a bitch
"Song Fei?"
Son of a bitch called him.
Song Fei walked over and said with a friendly smile, "competition?"
Qi Yan nodded, then looked up and down suspiciously at her ex boyfriend's shape.
Song Fei also threw away the fan, but he knew very well that there was no fan: "Bagua Taiji Fan."
Qi yanle's eyes are curved, like crescent moon.
This is the time when Qi Yan looks most harmless. Chunliang is really like a good man.
Song Fei almost indulged in this smile again. Fortunately, the other side said, "it's lovely."
Song Fei really wants to put on the nail shoes and give him a kick.
Soon it was time for the assembly, and the announcer said on the loudspeaker, "next, please enjoy the performance brought by the College of history and culture. Let's welcome the Bagua Taiji Fan". All the sophomores of the College of history who had already lined up entered the center of the playground.
Qi Yan and about 20 athletes waiting to take part in the competition are watching on the track nearby, especially Qi Yan, who is full of interest.
Song feiru was on his back. Until the music started, he was always distracted to aim at the other end.
It's the so-called "one mind can't be used for two purposes". The result of not focusing is that when the crane's wings are shining, one of them can't hold firmly, and the fan flies out and smashes on the back of the head facing the sun. It's stainless steel fan bone. Although it's smashed by the fan, it's not more lethal than stabbing it in the past, but song FeiGuang also hurts. Sure enough, Xiangyang gave a strange cry, and the tiger failed to go down the mountain, but soon after that, Mirs spread their wings and flew back, moving like clouds and flowing water. Song Feixin said that this is the power of love. He quickly took two steps to pick up the fan and continued to chop Huashan.
After the performance, Song Fei left the playground in a hurry. When he walked out of the gate, he saw Qi Yan there happily.
In front of this man, his image has never been bigger. Song Fei thought that it was not too bad this time.
Back in the stands, Qi Yan was on the starting line. After listening to the radio, Song Fei knew that the goods were actually 10000 meters. When they were together, Song Fei was indeed pulled by this man to run on the playground at night, which is called exercise. But after two rounds of exercise, Song Fei quit and never went to work again. Now think about it, from learning mode to living habits to hobbies, they don't have any overlap. It's really amazing that they can communicate for a semester.The starting gun rang out, and the 20 or so people on the starting line started off without any delay.
Qi Yan is very eye-catching in the crowd, 1.83 meters tall, full of legs below the navel, and even more attractive when running, full of strength and beauty. Song Fei looks at it, and his throat is a little dry. He swallows his saliva unconsciously. He takes his eyes back and forces himself to play with his mobile phone.
He liked Qi Yan. At first, he was the one who teased him. Later, when the other party agreed to associate with him, he was so happy that he didn't fall asleep for several days. But with the deepening of communication, disharmony gradually more, the most intuitive is the daily life of the two. Qi Yan is a classroom, a library, a canteen and a dormitory. He has classes but no self-study. He has to exercise on the playground in the evening. On the contrary, he has classes but no dormitory. Besides physical education, he doesn't go to the playground, and the library doesn't go to the playground at all. At first, Song Fei was able to pretend to be a good student with him. After a long time, he couldn't bear it. Qi Yan could study himself for a day. He just sat beside him and lived like a year. No matter how handsome Qi Yan's face was, he couldn't watch an American drama. To the back, for Qi Yan's study invitation, Song Fei can hide. Qi Yan was not stupid either. He understood it several times, and then he began his long road of education. The main idea is that Song Fei is neither right nor good. Going to school is just muddling along. When he enters the society in the future, he will not be able to make any great achievements. Song Fei is not a good-natured man. When he is told too much, he begins to quarrel. This kind of quarrel has nothing to do with right or wrong. Song Fei just doesn't like the other party's "don't like it" in and out of the other party's words. Since he doesn't like it, why did he agree to associate with himself at the beginning. But Qi Yan even disdains to quarrel with him. Every time he gets angry, he calms himself down and thinks clearly before they communicate. The last time he failed to calm down, he directly broke up.
All the students I knew said that Qi Yan had a good appearance, a good character and a good study. He could hardly pick out any bad things.
Song Fei thinks that he may have left all the bad things to his own people.
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The students of Archaeology Department only had a heated discussion in the history Academy for a long time. In the evening, they disappeared in the uniform statement of "the matter is under investigation. Please don't believe the rumors. If there are any malicious rumors, they will be severely punished once they are found.".
The so-called "severe punishment" of the college is nothing more than the conversation of the director, the criticism of the whole college, and the point deduction of the most ruthless final comprehensive evaluation, which will not rise to the height of graduation certificate and degree certificate. However, no one is willing to cause unnecessary trouble.
Later, in private, Song Fei heard that there was indeed a boy missing in the Department of archaeology. As for the reasons, there were many versions, such as "the corpse was killed", "lost contact when going out for archaeological practice", "elopement with a female teacher", "unable to pay tuition fees to quit school", "Internet addicted teenagers just don't miss books" and so on. Song Fei was not curious about the baby. Once he heard and forgot, it was over.
In a twinkling of an eye, it's the day of the sports meeting.
Autumn and November are the harvest season. The city where soonfeld university is located is inland. It's cool and pleasant in early November. It's a perfect time to hold a sports meeting.
The passionate March, the rhythmic announcer, the noisy playground, and the square array after square array are full of youth and vigor everywhere - if we ignore the students who secretly play mobile phones in the stands.
"Now comes the Institute of physical education! Look at their neat steps! Listen to their loud slogans! They are the newborn sun, they are the future... "
"It's too retro." Ren zhe can't listen any more. He didn't have a good battery life on his mobile phone, and he didn't want to take a power bank everywhere. Originally, he thought about the beginning, but after a while, he was really bored and played again. He could save some electricity, but as a result, he suffered a violent blow from the entry speech coming from the Internet down.
Just played a hand tour of Xiangyang speechless: "you really listen."
Ren zhe enviously glanced at his roommate's invincible domestic mobile phone, wondering whether he would like to change the phone next time: "the word is almost, but the younger sister who raised the card is eye-catching."
The history court diamond teams are all freshmen, so now they can sit in the stands and comment on others.
After brushing his microblog for a while, Song Fei felt that he didn't have much energy. After listening to Ren Zhe's speech, he looked at it reflexively. They were in the second area after the rostrum came. At this time, the square array of the Institute of physical education just came in front of their area. Sure enough, the girl who raised the card was waist and leg, not fat and not thin. Her lines were very beautiful. Although her facial features were just beautiful, she was healthy from head to foot.
The Institute of sports is followed by the Institute of Journalism and communication. If the waist and leg of the girl in the Institute of sports is the waist and leg, the waist and chest of the girl in the Institute of new media is the chest. But the face is more beautiful than the chest. It's as beautiful as heaven. Song Fei knows that, like the broadcasting and hosting Department of the art department, regardless of the men and women, their facial values are basically above the average line, and many of them are above the average line. But even if they are placed among these people, they can be seen at a glance, and her beauty is not lethal. It's the kind of soft and clean beauty that makes people feel very comfortable.
I don't know if the male students in the grandstand are too straightforward. When the younger sister came, she turned her head and laughed at the grandstand.
"With bright eyes and white teeth, you can see a beautiful smile." Wang Qingyuan carried two sentences and inserted them forcefully.
Song Fei didn't understand it, but when he was depressed, he listened to the female voice in the loudspeaker and became more and more high-spirited -
"now the College of life sciences is coming to us! The sea is wide with fish, and the sky is high with birds... "
He didn't listen to what the announcer said at the back. He went looking for someone. Unfortunately, I didn't find a familiar figure in the diamond team. Maybe the freshman in the square array of their college is also a freshman. Seeing the team of the College of health go far away, Song Fei thinks a little disappointed.
The cool wind blew.
Song Fei is agitated. He suddenly reacts. What are you looking for? He broke up by himself. It's too much to think about it now.
Shaking his head, Song Fei directly seeks Xiangyang to distract his attention: "Yangzi, when will your girlfriend come?"
After a lot of dead work, Xiang's wife won a great victory. Xiang Yang not only opened the door and agreed to take his sister to the sports meeting, but also told her sad story about taking part in the eight trigrams Tai Chi Fan. Unexpectedly, my sister was looking forward to it. She not only came by herself, but also brought two roommates and girlfriends.
Xiangyangsheng sighed: "at noon, we are not performing in the afternoon."
"Coauthor just came to see you," Ren zhe envied, "why can't I find this true love."
Xiang Yangte sincerely gave him a move: "you always think of my school sister, this can't, I tell you, distance produces beauty, you have to extend your claw to your school."
Ren Zhe's eyes lit up: "didn't your daughter-in-law say that she would bring two best friends in the afternoon? What do you look like? Do you have any pictures? "
Xiangyang is full of vigilance: "I want to have my daughter-in-law's best friend's photo in my mobile phone. Will this case be too complicated?"
Ren zhe rolled his eyes: "you won't look in your daughter-in-law's circle of friends!"
Xiang Yang pats his head and turns up his mobile phone. Ren zhe immediately went to have a look. Wang Qingyuan appreciates beauty, but he doesn't seem to be interested in the pursuit of beauty. Song Fei is not interested either, so he simply starts his micro blog again.The morning sports meeting passed without salt and salt, because most of them were preliminaries, and the people who were more excited than the others were even less interested. Except when the spiritual civilization inspection team came, Song Fei clapped his hands and waved the empty plastic bottle filled with stones. He spent the rest of his time playing with his mobile phone and taking a cursory glance at the competition participated by the history institute.
Except for the martial arts performance at the Mathematics Institute.
As two bitter gourds on a rope, soonfeld has a special feeling for his brothers in the Institute, especially when he sees them groaning and hawing in their green military uniform. This surging emotion surges to the top.
At noon, Xiangyang invited the guests. With all 440 guests, Mrs. Xiang and her two best friends opened a small kitchen at the cooking window on the second floor of the canteen. Xiangyang's girlfriend is very cute. She has a round face, big eyes and long eyelashes. She blinks and flickers. It's a standard loli. Ren zhe tries his best to make up with the other two girls, but they don't call him very much, but they always talk to Wang Qingyuan. Wang Qingyuan gently pushed his glasses, either ah, or Oh, sometimes he didn't know. At last, his sister understood, and she didn't ask for trouble any more.
Song Fei is not as hungry as Ren Zhe, but he is no more noble than Wang Qingyuan. He likes men and he wants to be noticed by his sister. The former is about sexuality, and the latter is about charm. So when he was about to finish eating, he asked half jokingly, "why don't you talk to me?"
You look at me and I look at you. I'm happy.
My sister said, "you look a little playful."
Song Fei wanted to beat the drum and complain. He asked sister two: "do you think so, too?"
Sister two shook her head: "you just don't seem to study very well."
Seinfeld stopped for two seconds and turned back to see his sister: "you're right."
Even the scum of learning has a proud stubbornness.
The first program in the afternoon is Tai Chi Fan. The organizing committee knows that this is the most sleepy time, so it naively wants to use large-scale collective performances to set off the atmosphere and cheer up.
440 collective changed into elegant white Tai Chi clothes, holding a clanging red Tai Chi Fan, and walked to the playground. Along the way, there were focal points everywhere, and they were often photographed in the street. The picture was beautiful.
When they got into the playground and arrived at the gathering place in the corner, they finally gained some sense of security.
Before the time came, the Taiji masters all stood idly, sneaked over to his wife, pulled Xiangyang to the corner and called his boyfriend: "ouba, come on!"
He threw away his fan and fanned it twice with great difficulty. He didn't move his inch in the wind: "look at my brother!"
During the conversation, several athletes in shorts came in from the gate of the playground. After the Taiji Fan is the competition, these people also have to come in advance to wait for the check-in. In the morning, you can't find the figure all over the place.
Song Fei retreated into the crowd without planting. At the same time, he meditated in his heart that he could not see me, could not see me, could not see me, who could see me was a son of a bitch
"Song Fei?"
Son of a bitch called him.
Song Fei walked over and said with a friendly smile, "competition?"
Qi Yan nodded, then looked up and down suspiciously at her ex boyfriend's shape.
Song Fei also threw away the fan, but he knew very well that there was no fan: "Bagua Taiji Fan."
Qi yanle's eyes are curved, like crescent moon.
This is the time when Qi Yan looks most harmless. Chunliang is really like a good man.
Song Fei almost indulged in this smile again. Fortunately, the other side said, "it's lovely."
Song Fei really wants to put on the nail shoes and give him a kick.
Soon it was time for the assembly, and the announcer said on the loudspeaker, "next, please enjoy the performance brought by the College of history and culture. Let's welcome the Bagua Taiji Fan". All the sophomores of the College of history who had already lined up entered the center of the playground.
Qi Yan and about 20 athletes waiting to take part in the competition are watching on the track nearby, especially Qi Yan, who is full of interest.
Song feiru was on his back. Until the music started, he was always distracted to aim at the other end.
It's the so-called "one mind can't be used for two purposes". The result of not focusing is that when the crane's wings are shining, one of them can't hold firmly, and the fan flies out and smashes on the back of the head facing the sun. It's stainless steel fan bone. Although it's smashed by the fan, it's not more lethal than stabbing it in the past, but song FeiGuang also hurts. Sure enough, Xiangyang gave a strange cry, and the tiger failed to go down the mountain, but soon after that, Mirs spread their wings and flew back, moving like clouds and flowing water. Song Feixin said that this is the power of love. He quickly took two steps to pick up the fan and continued to chop Huashan.
After the performance, Song Fei left the playground in a hurry. When he walked out of the gate, he saw Qi Yan there happily.
In front of this man, his image has never been bigger. Song Fei thought that it was not too bad this time.
Back in the stands, Qi Yan was on the starting line. After listening to the radio, Song Fei knew that the goods were actually 10000 meters. When they were together, Song Fei was indeed pulled by this man to run on the playground at night, which is called exercise. But after two rounds of exercise, Song Fei quit and never went to work again. Now think about it, from learning mode to living habits to hobbies, they don't have any overlap. It's really amazing that they can communicate for a semester.The starting gun rang out, and the 20 or so people on the starting line started off without any delay.
Qi Yan is very eye-catching in the crowd, 1.83 meters tall, full of legs below the navel, and even more attractive when running, full of strength and beauty. Song Fei looks at it, and his throat is a little dry. He swallows his saliva unconsciously. He takes his eyes back and forces himself to play with his mobile phone.
He liked Qi Yan. At first, he was the one who teased him. Later, when the other party agreed to associate with him, he was so happy that he didn't fall asleep for several days. But with the deepening of communication, disharmony gradually more, the most intuitive is the daily life of the two. Qi Yan is a classroom, a library, a canteen and a dormitory. He has classes but no self-study. He has to exercise on the playground in the evening. On the contrary, he has classes but no dormitory. Besides physical education, he doesn't go to the playground, and the library doesn't go to the playground at all. At first, Song Fei was able to pretend to be a good student with him. After a long time, he couldn't bear it. Qi Yan could study himself for a day. He just sat beside him and lived like a year. No matter how handsome Qi Yan's face was, he couldn't watch an American drama. To the back, for Qi Yan's study invitation, Song Fei can hide. Qi Yan was not stupid either. He understood it several times, and then he began his long road of education. The main idea is that Song Fei is neither right nor good. Going to school is just muddling along. When he enters the society in the future, he will not be able to make any great achievements. Song Fei is not a good-natured man. When he is told too much, he begins to quarrel. This kind of quarrel has nothing to do with right or wrong. Song Fei just doesn't like the other party's "don't like it" in and out of the other party's words. Since he doesn't like it, why did he agree to associate with himself at the beginning. But Qi Yan even disdains to quarrel with him. Every time he gets angry, he calms himself down and thinks clearly before they communicate. The last time he failed to calm down, he directly broke up.
All the students I knew said that Qi Yan had a good appearance, a good character and a good study. He could hardly pick out any bad things.
Song Fei thinks that he may have left all the bad things to his own people.
The students of Archaeology Department only had a heated discussion in the history Academy for a long time. In the evening, they disappeared in the uniform statement of "the matter is under investigation. Please don't believe the rumors. If there are any malicious rumors, they will be severely punished once they are found.". The so-called "severe punishment" of the college is nothing more than the conversation of the director, the criticism of the whole college, and the point deduction of the most ruthless final comprehensive evaluation, which will not rise to the height of graduation certificate and degree certificate. However, no one is willing to cause unnecessary trouble. Later, in private, Song Fei heard that there was indeed a boy missing in the Department of archaeology. As for the reasons, there were many versions, such as "the corpse was killed", "lost contact when going out for archaeological practice", "elopement with a female teacher", "unable to pay tuition fees to quit school", "Internet addicted teenagers just don't miss books" and so on. Song Fei was not curious about the baby. Once he heard and forgot, it was over. In a twinkling of an eye, it's the day of the sports meeting. Autumn and November are the harvest season. The city where soonfeld university is located is inland. It's cool and pleasant in early November. It's a perfect time to hold a sports meeting. The passionate March, the rhythmic announcer, the noisy playground, and the square array after square array are full of youth and vigor everywhere - if we ignore the students who secretly play mobile phones in the stands. "Now comes the Institute of physical education! Look at their neat steps! Listen to their loud slogans! They are the newborn sun, they are the future... " "It's too retro." Ren zhe can't listen any more. He didn't have a good battery life on his mobile phone, and he didn't want to take a power bank everywhere. Originally, he thought about the beginning, but after a while, he was really bored and played again. He could save some electricity, but as a result, he suffered a violent blow from the entry speech coming from the Internet down. Just played a hand tour of Xiangyang speechless: "you really listen." Ren zhe enviously glanced at his roommate's invincible domestic mobile phone, wondering whether he would like to change the phone next time: "the word is almost, but the younger sister who raised the card is eye-catching." The history court diamond teams are all freshmen, so now they can sit in the stands and comment on others. After brushing his microblog for a while, Song Fei felt that he didn't have much energy. After listening to Ren Zhe's speech, he looked at it reflexively. They were in the second area after the rostrum came. At this time, the square array of the Institute of physical education just came in front of their area. Sure enough, the girl who raised the card was waist and leg, not fat and not thin. Her lines were very beautiful. Although her facial features were just beautiful, she was healthy from head to foot. The Institute of sports is followed by the Institute of Journalism and communication. If the waist and leg of the girl in the Institute of sports is the waist and leg, the waist and chest of the girl in the Institute of new media is the chest. But the face is more beautiful than the chest. It's as beautiful as heaven. Song Fei knows that, like the broadcasting and hosting Department of the art department, regardless of the men and women, their facial values are basically above the average line, and many of them are above the average line. But even if they are placed among these people, they can be seen at a glance, and her beauty is not lethal. It's the kind of soft and clean beauty that makes people feel very comfortable. I don't know if the male students in the grandstand are too straightforward. When the younger sister came, she turned her head and laughed at the grandstand. "With bright eyes and white teeth, you can see a beautiful smile." Wang Qingyuan carried two sentences and inserted them forcefully. Song Fei didn't understand it, but when he was depressed, he listened to the female voice in the loudspeaker and became more and more high-spirited - "now the College of life sciences is coming to us! The sea is wide with fish, and the sky is high with birds... " He didn't listen to what the announcer said at the back. He went looking for someone. Unfortunately, I didn't find a familiar figure in the diamond team. Maybe the freshman in the square array of their college is also a freshman. Seeing the team of the College of health go far away, Song Fei thinks a little disappointed. The cool wind blew. Song Fei is agitated. He suddenly reacts. What are you looking for? He broke up by himself. It's too much to think about it now. Shaking his head, Song Fei directly seeks Xiangyang to distract his attention: "Yangzi, when will your girlfriend come?" After a lot of dead work, Xiang's wife won a great victory. Xiang Yang not only opened the door and agreed to take his sister to the sports meeting, but also told her sad story about taking part in the eight trigrams Tai Chi Fan. Unexpectedly, my sister was looking forward to it. She not only came by herself, but also brought two roommates and girlfriends. Xiangyangsheng sighed: "at noon, we are not performing in the afternoon." "Coauthor just came to see you," Ren zhe envied, "why can't I find this true love." Xiang Yangte sincerely gave him a move: "you always think of my school sister, this can't, I tell you, distance produces beauty, you have to extend your claw to your school." Ren Zhe's eyes lit up: "didn't your daughter-in-law say that she would bring two best friends in the afternoon? What do you look like? Do you have any pictures? " Xiangyang is full of vigilance: "I want to have my daughter-in-law's best friend's photo in my mobile phone. Will this case be too complicated?" Ren zhe rolled his eyes: "you won't look in your daughter-in-law's circle of friends!" Xiang Yang pats his head and turns up his mobile phone. Ren zhe immediately went to have a look. Wang Qingyuan appreciates beauty, but he doesn't seem to be interested in the pursuit of beauty. Song Fei is not interested either, so he simply starts his micro blog again.The morning sports meeting passed without salt and salt, because most of them were preliminaries, and the people who were more excited than the others were even less interested. Except when the spiritual civilization inspection team came, Song Fei clapped his hands and waved the empty plastic bottle filled with stones. He spent the rest of his time playing with his mobile phone and taking a cursory glance at the competition participated by the history institute. Except for the martial arts performance at the Mathematics Institute. As two bitter gourds on a rope, soonfeld has a special feeling for his brothers in the Institute, especially when he sees them groaning and hawing in their green military uniform. This surging emotion surges to the top. At noon, Xiangyang invited the guests. With all 440 guests, Mrs. Xiang and her two best friends opened a small kitchen at the cooking window on the second floor of the canteen. Xiangyang's girlfriend is very cute. She has a round face, big eyes and long eyelashes. She blinks and flickers. It's a standard loli. Ren zhe tries his best to make up with the other two girls, but they don't call him very much, but they always talk to Wang Qingyuan. Wang Qingyuan gently pushed his glasses, either ah, or Oh, sometimes he didn't know. At last, his sister understood, and she didn't ask for trouble any more. Song Fei is not as hungry as Ren Zhe, but he is no more noble than Wang Qingyuan. He likes men and he wants to be noticed by his sister. The former is about sexuality, and the latter is about charm. So when he was about to finish eating, he asked half jokingly, "why don't you talk to me?" You look at me and I look at you. I'm happy. My sister said, "you look a little playful." Song Fei wanted to beat the drum and complain. He asked sister two: "do you think so, too?" Sister two shook her head: "you just don't seem to study very well." Seinfeld stopped for two seconds and turned back to see his sister: "you're right." Even the scum of learning has a proud stubbornness. The first program in the afternoon is Tai Chi Fan. The organizing committee knows that this is the most sleepy time, so it naively wants to use large-scale collective performances to set off the atmosphere and cheer up. 440 collective changed into elegant white Tai Chi clothes, holding a clanging red Tai Chi Fan, and walked to the playground. Along the way, there were focal points everywhere, and they were often photographed in the street. The picture was beautiful. When they got into the playground and arrived at the gathering place in the corner, they finally gained some sense of security. Before the time came, the Taiji masters all stood idly, sneaked over to his wife, pulled Xiangyang to the corner and called his boyfriend: "ouba, come on!" He threw away his fan and fanned it twice with great difficulty. He didn't move his inch in the wind: "look at my brother!" During the conversation, several athletes in shorts came in from the gate of the playground. After the Taiji Fan is the competition, these people also have to come in advance to wait for the check-in. In the morning, you can't find the figure all over the place. Song Fei retreated into the crowd without planting. At the same time, he meditated in his heart that he could not see me, could not see me, could not see me, who could see me was a son of a bitch "Song Fei?" Son of a bitch called him. Song Fei walked over and said with a friendly smile, "competition?" Qi Yan nodded, then looked up and down suspiciously at her ex boyfriend's shape. Song Fei also threw away the fan, but he knew very well that there was no fan: "Bagua Taiji Fan." Qi yanle's eyes are curved, like crescent moon. This is the time when Qi Yan looks most harmless. Chunliang is really like a good man. Song Fei almost indulged in this smile again. Fortunately, the other side said, "it's lovely." Song Fei really wants to put on the nail shoes and give him a kick. Soon it was time for the assembly, and the announcer said on the loudspeaker, "next, please enjoy the performance brought by the College of history and culture. Let's welcome the Bagua Taiji Fan". All the sophomores of the College of history who had already lined up entered the center of the playground. Qi Yan and about 20 athletes waiting to take part in the competition are watching on the track nearby, especially Qi Yan, who is full of interest. Song feiru was on his back. Until the music started, he was always distracted to aim at the other end. It's the so-called "one mind can't be used for two purposes". The result of not focusing is that when the crane's wings are shining, one of them can't hold firmly, and the fan flies out and smashes on the back of the head facing the sun. It's stainless steel fan bone. Although it's smashed by the fan, it's not more lethal than stabbing it in the past, but song FeiGuang also hurts. Sure enough, Xiangyang gave a strange cry, and the tiger failed to go down the mountain, but soon after that, Mirs spread their wings and flew back, moving like clouds and flowing water. Song Feixin said that this is the power of love. He quickly took two steps to pick up the fan and continued to chop Huashan. After the performance, Song Fei left the playground in a hurry. When he walked out of the gate, he saw Qi Yan there happily. In front of this man, his image has never been bigger. Song Fei thought that it was not too bad this time. Back in the stands, Qi Yan was on the starting line. After listening to the radio, Song Fei knew that the goods were actually 10000 meters. When they were together, Song Fei was indeed pulled by this man to run on the playground at night, which is called exercise. But after two rounds of exercise, Song Fei quit and never went to work again. Now think about it, from learning mode to living habits to hobbies, they don't have any overlap. It's really amazing that they can communicate for a semester.The starting gun rang out, and the 20 or so people on the starting line started off without any delay. Qi Yan is very eye-catching in the crowd, 1.83 meters tall, full of legs below the navel, and even more attractive when running, full of strength and beauty. Song Fei looks at it, and his throat is a little dry. He swallows his saliva unconsciously. He takes his eyes back and forces himself to play with his mobile phone. He liked Qi Yan. At first, he was the one who teased him. Later, when the other party agreed to associate with him, he was so happy that he didn't fall asleep for several days. But with the deepening of communication, disharmony gradually more, the most intuitive is the daily life of the two. Qi Yan is a classroom, a library, a canteen and a dormitory. He has classes but no self-study. He has to exercise on the playground in the evening. On the contrary, he has classes but no dormitory. Besides physical education, he doesn't go to the playground, and the library doesn't go to the playground at all. At first, Song Fei was able to pretend to be a good student with him. After a long time, he couldn't bear it. Qi Yan could study himself for a day. He just sat beside him and lived like a year. No matter how handsome Qi Yan's face was, he couldn't watch an American drama. To the back, for Qi Yan's study invitation, Song Fei can hide. Qi Yan was not stupid either. He understood it several times, and then he began his long road of education. The main idea is that Song Fei is neither right nor good. Going to school is just muddling along. When he enters the society in the future, he will not be able to make any great achievements. Song Fei is not a good-natured man. When he is told too much, he begins to quarrel. This kind of quarrel has nothing to do with right or wrong. Song Fei just doesn't like the other party's "don't like it" in and out of the other party's words. Since he doesn't like it, why did he agree to associate with himself at the beginning. But Qi Yan even disdains to quarrel with him. Every time he gets angry, he calms himself down and thinks clearly before they communicate. The last time he failed to calm down, he directly broke up. All the students I knew said that Qi Yan had a good appearance, a good character and a good study. He could hardly pick out any bad things. Song Fei thinks that he may have left all the bad things to his own people.
