Although Dong Qiangqiang got up very early on Sunday and ran to several places, he didn't open any orders. The wild boars once again formed a group and disappeared. He was quite helpless but had no choice but to go home angrily and put his hope in the new week.
In his mind, the sun seemed to rise earlier every Monday than on other weekdays.
On Monday morning there are two periods of German and two periods of mathematics. The German teacher was Merkle, whom I met on the day of registration, and the teaching content was one grammar lesson and one reading lesson. Dong Qiangqiang studied German for more than 1,200 hours at Beijing Foreign Studies University and the Goethe-Institut Beijing before going abroad. He could understand 100% of what Merkle said, which made him feel more relaxed.
The math teacher is a middle-aged fat uncle named Daniel. His face looks like an inflated balloon, and his round belly seems to hide two basketballs. He talks very humorously and laughs at himself. After entering middle age, he doesn’t need a dining table for three meals a day. When eating, you can simply place the plate on your stomach and enjoy your meal contentedly.
Amid everyone's laughter, Daniel smiled and started from a level of difficulty similar to domestic junior high school algebra. By the end of the two classes, most of the high school algebra had been taught. Although it is not difficult, the progress is very fast. Dong Qiangqiang wrote down the parts he didn't understand and prepared to go home and review.
Dong Qiangqiang noticed that neither Merkle nor Daniel had any comments or suggestions about the students in the class who wore strange clothes or made up strangely, and completely turned a blind eye. Moreover, the two teachers did not take attendance during class, nor did they arrange attendance records. They came and went from class to get out of class, and seemed not to care about students' absences. What surprised Dong Qiangqiang even more was that during the break, the students chatted in twos and threes, while the teacher wiped the blackboard by himself. Dong Qiangqiang offered to help but was declined by the two teachers.
At noon, Dong Qiangqiang casually ordered a 5-mark turkey rice set in the preparatory canteen. He wanted to take advantage of lunch time to get to know other Chinese students in the class, but except for him, no other Chinese students showed up in the cafeteria. When he was feeling strange, Qu Shan sat down opposite him, took out a delicate Hello Kitty lunch box with a bunch of little stars on it from her LV backpack, and then took out a few slices of bread with vegetables from the lunch box. After taking a big bite of bread, she looked at the turkey on Dong Qiangqiang's plate and said with a smile: "It looks good, and there's a bowl of soup."
"Five marks is a good deal." Dong Qiangqiang pointed at the bread in her hand with the handle of the spoon, "You're going to eat this for lunch? You have four classes in the afternoon."
"My vegetable bacon sandwich is made of two slices of whole wheat bread, lettuce, bacon, tomatoes, and jam. The food is low in calories." Qu Shan smiled proudly, "And the average cost per piece is less than two marks, which is much cheaper than yours. ”
"But this is a cold meal. It's okay to have this for breakfast. My stomach won't be able to bear it for lunch." Dong Qiangqiang shook his head and said, "I would rather spend money to eat something hot."
"Ahem, you can just take a bite at noon. Do as the Romans do. You can't have vegetables and rice for three meals a day like in China. Don't you think so?" The whole-wheat bread seemed a bit hard to chew, so Qu Shan took out her thermos cup again.
"I think other people don't come to the cafeteria to eat like you." Dong Qiangqiang took a sip of mushroom soup.
"Of course, like you, 5 marks a day means 25 marks a week, and 100 to 125 marks a month. Everyone is worried about money." Qu Shan is good at mathematics and immediately calculated that Dong Qiangqiang's food expenses for a month were a huge sum of money. "But if you bring your own food every day like me, the most you can get is 50 marks a month. Not everyone is as wealthy as you."
Dong Qiangqiang has long been accustomed to Chinese classmates gathering together, and no matter what they talk about, money will eventually come down to it. He smiled bitterly, nuzzled at her bag, and joked: "My 'rich' school bag only costs 100 yuan, but you, a 'poor man', How much does the LV cost?”
Qu Shan glanced down at the LV bag beside her, her eyes full of love and affection, and changed the subject: "Do you know all the other classmates?"
Dong Qiangqiang walked down the slope knowingly: "I thought I could meet a few at lunch..."
"Besides me, there are three other girls, namely Miao Yuanxin, Zheng Yuqian and Zhang Xiaoxiao. Besides you, the boys also have Hua Ziqian, Wang Haisheng, Tong Huo and Gao Zhi. But Gao Zhi was ill and did not come today. We are the only Chinese students in the Department of Economics. "One." Qu Shan suddenly had a mysterious expression on her face, "That Tong Huo looks very cold, not very considerate and unsociable, but in math class I saw him peeking at Zhang Xiaoxiao."
Qu Shan used practical actions to convey three messages to Dong Qiangqiang: She has good social skills, and is also very good at collecting information and observing people.
Dong Qiangqiang nodded noncommittally and commented calmly: "You are really amazing."
Qu Shan's face was full of pride, and it was obvious that she thought highly of herself.
If the morning class can be compared to sweet and sour fish, then the afternoon English class and German politics class can be regarded as bitter melon and fried pepper.
The format of the English class is similar to that of German. Although Dong Qiangqiang’s English is average, he can still understand it somewhat. But the teacher attaches great importance to oral English, which makes him feel a lot of pressure.
When he got to the German politics class, Dong Qiangqiang felt as if he was listening to a book from heaven. He probably only understood 20% of the class at most. He even suspected that he was overly optimistic. Maybe the truth was 10% or less.
The so-called teaching materials for this class on the official website of the preparatory course are actually just a one-page outline. Dong Qiangqiang could only take notes frantically, but no matter how fast his writing was, he could not keep up with the teacher's speaking speed. He was so worried and embarrassed that he couldn't help but secretly make up his mind to buy a voice recorder after school.
As he was writing vigorously, he glanced at the other students and saw that all of them had similar expressions. Even foreigners had "confused" written on their faces. Dong Qiangqiang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was not alone.
After school, Dong Qiangqiang went straight to the university library to find books for Lu Wei, but after a lot of work, he couldn't find any of the books listed on Lu Wei's book list.
Dong Qiangqiang made up his mind to write a letter to Lu Shan when he went back, then turned around and rushed to the nearest shopping mall.
When he rushed home, he found that the mailbox was full of letters. The student card from the public insurance company AOK arrived in the mail, and the university dormitory management office also sent a letter informing him that he had officially joined the queue for the student dormitory. But what made him most happy among all these letters was receiving his driver's license. Holding the brand new driver's license in his hand and looking around, Dong Qiangqiang felt that he looked strange in the photo.
A lot of phone calls came in: Dong Yiqing started working as a caregiver, Lao Bai complained that the rules of the driving school were too rigid and could not complete the traffic rules as scheduled, Brother Yun called but never mentioned the best man and bridesmaid, and Duanmu was excited Tong Lele told him that he had discovered another good stock. Tong Lele asked him when the time was convenient to discuss in detail the preparations for the best man and bridesmaid.
There was no news from Lei Lanting and Chen Yu.
Dong Qiangqiang took out the notes from his political class and searched the Chinese definitions on the Internet one by one according to the knowledge points recorded in the class. When he finally understood what the teacher said today, it was already 00:30 in the morning.
He then remembered that he hadn't had dinner yet, but the heavy sleepiness came over him like a rising wave. Dong Qiangqiang felt that the world was spinning before his eyes, and he fell down on the bed.
Maybe this is the real study life. When Dong Qiangqiang realized this, he also fell asleep.
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