Feng Wuli sent Mao to the Mao Cafe to work. As soon as he climbed over the wall and returned to school, he received a call from Director Yang, saying whether a seriously ill man in their community suddenly recovered overnight. He had received the report and came to ask if he knew anything about it.
"Huh? That's right, it seems like that's the case."
"Master Wang Xilou is indeed a role model for me as a practitioner in Xiangjiang. He is willing to do good and charitable, has a Bodhisattva heart, and cannot see the suffering in the world." Director Yang praised him and then said:
"Just let us know next time. There is quite a commotion at the Central Hospital. After all, a group of old professors are already quarreling with each other because a patient with late-stage liver cancer recovered overnight."
"It's not Wang Xilou's fault. I made some small noise when I reported it to you that day. I forgot to mention it to you. An immortal was also attracted by the noise, and then we drank some wine together. It's a coincidence. We happened to meet each other. When I saw a big brother on the rooftop, I invited him over for a drink."
"Hiss...which immortal is it?"
"It's the Great Sage. He's been in Junsha these days. Don't you know?"
"We will definitely not be able to find out where the Great Sage concealed his whereabouts..."
Director Yang's tone was strange. How many cultivators would never see an immortal in their lifetime, but he had only met one, Master Wang Xilou. How come this boy was both Qing Emperor and Nezha, and now he was meeting the Great Sage.
He was worthy of being a disciple of the Immortal, but the world was different, and Director Yang felt a little sad.
"The Great Sage also took a photo with me. I will send it to you later to update the Immortal file." Feng Wuli said in a tone that was not worth mentioning.
More sour.
Have physical education class in the morning.
Meeting at the west playground, there was a large group of people. Probably the freshmen from several colleges were taking physical education classes at this point. Feng Wuli saw the blonde girl in the crowd at a glance, and when he walked over, he realized that he had recognized the wrong person.
It was a bit embarrassing. The other party thought he was the one to strike up a conversation. After all, the statement of mistaken identity was too suggestive. Nowadays, many strike-ups use this opening line.
He apologized: "I'm sorry, I really made a mistake." She was not one-third as good-looking as my Shushu.
The blonde girl smiled and wanted to say something else, but put a nice hand on Feng Wuli's shoulder: "What are you still doing here? The table tennis players are gathering over there."
In the black-haired group, two girls with the same hair color appear on the same stage, just like matching clothes, who is ugly and who is embarrassed.
As one of the three sisters of the Void, Xie Jieshu is certainly very good-looking. Only then did the girl realize that this handsome boy had really recognized the wrong person.
Feng Wuli followed Xie Jieshu away dejectedly: "I thought it was you when I saw that just now."
"That's great. If you don't stare at me for a while, you can hook up with a female college student. If I don't stare at you in school, Wang Xilou will have a lot of hats."
Feng Wuli was even more embarrassed: "I'm obviously very innocent."
"Which girl's room did you sleep in last night?" Xie Jieshu asked casually in a funny way, but Feng Wuli was really embarrassed. He had slept with Master for so many nights, so he happened to be asked last night.
"Hey, your expression is very interesting." She suddenly stopped and wanted to know the meaning of this subtle expression: "It seems that the girl really changed last night?"
"I practiced all night last night and didn't sleep."
"It's the smell of chifu."
"Are you a dog?"
"I can smell the price range of each brand of perfume, and there is generally no deviation of a hundred yuan." She pointed to her nose.
"Chifu doesn't even wear perfume."
"The shower gel used by Po Nu is not the same brand as yours. Wang Xilou smells of Liushen toilet water, and her fingers smell of garlic pickled over many years. It's very light but it can't escape my nose." She was extremely confident in this aspect of herself. And he has a touch of pride, and his blond hair is particularly dazzling:
"Chifu's lips are very dry. I gave her a bottle of cantaloupe-flavored lipstick a few days ago and asked her to apply it when she got up in the morning..." She got very close, sniffed on Feng Wuli's face, and pointed at him. The profile of his face looked like this brother has been arrested: "Here is the cantaloupe-flavored lip balm I gave you!"
Feng Wuli was speechless and wiped his face. He guessed that a certain tsundere kissed him while he was sleeping.
, asked: "Then what does it smell like on you?"
"The body fragrance of an 18-year-old female high school student."
"..."
"Want to smell it?" She jumped a little away, smiled and stretched out a finger, which meant: smell it, just a piece of cake.
"After a whole day of sweating in the gymnastics class, all that's left is the smell of beautiful girl's sweat."
"That taste will cost you five hundred yuan."
"You should really record it and send it to your fans in class to listen to."
The two of them walked side by side toward the one holding the table tennis sign. Xie Jieshu despised him for actually taking action against Chifu, but Feng Wuli could actually tell the truth and said that she and she had fought side by side for several nights. , and built a small house on the beach, but he asked himself and sighed:
"Could it be that Wang Xilou thought he was a boring person and was afraid that I would find her boring, so he split into ten of you?"
Xie Jieshu smiled and said, "Who can tell for sure."
"Blonde hair doesn't look good. When did you dye your hair white? Your skin is so white and I feel you can control it."
"You give me money?"
"Give it, give it." He sighed, this stinky sister who is jealous of money.
They found Teacher Guo Yong's class and found that they were the only ones in Telecom Class A who had grabbed the table tennis class. There were a few familiar faces who should be from the same college, and there were a lot of others they had never seen before.
"Are they all the students who chose my class? Sit down first and talk briefly."
In the first class, I first talked about discipline. After I talked about discipline, I talked about learning goals, semester goals, assessment methods, and the consequences of being caught absent from class.
The table tennis teacher is a local aunt with long hands. She is probably about to retire. Her Junsha accent is very friendly, and her tone of voice is like a rollercoaster:
"Is there anyone who takes the initiative to be the monitor? Ten points will be added to the final score if you are the monitor? Don't be shy! Who can't swing a table tennis ball a few times? Please be more enthusiastic."
When it was time to add ten points, Xie Jieshu stood up. She is a very typical egoist, very utilitarian, and mercenary.
Several male classmates who wanted to stand up silently lowered their hands in mid-air after seeing her standing up.
"It's good for a female student to be the monitor. Female students should be more careful."
She said: "Being the squad leader doesn't have much to do. I just help with preparatory exercises and attendance roll call. Then I have to borrow the weekly equipment from the equipment room over there. We wait for the roll call to come out and then go there in pairs. Borrow the equipment, and the squad leader will be responsible for arranging people. Let’s create a group first. Squad leader, you can create a WeChat group.”
Xie Jieshu silently took out her mobile phone, her voice was not loud but could be heard clearly: "Let's start a group face to face, 2580."
Everyone took out their mobile phones. There were some people below who didn’t know what face-to-face grouping meant. They asked the people next to them and then expressed that they had learned new knowledge.
Feng Wuli was the eighteenth person to join the group. Within five seconds after he entered, a dozen more people entered.
"Monitor, please go borrow the equipment on the first day. You can pick a partner to go with. You will be the first round. Tell the teacher in the equipment room about the table tennis class."
Feng Wuli didn't want to go. The sun was so strong that it made him look unsightly.
But it was obviously impossible to let him go.
After getting the equipment, the first class officially started.
The teacher taught a few ways to hold the racket, explained the rules of table tennis, and precautions, and then started training. However, due to the lack of space on the table tennis table, the training method was to hold the racket in the air and practice the swing posture.
This posture is not just about swinging the racket with the hand, but also requires the body to move and change the pace, so a group of college students gathered together, hunched over with the racket, and twitched in the open space as if they were epileptic and repeatedly swung the racket.
The picture is so beautiful.
"Yes, this student's posture is very good!" The teacher praised a classmate who had the best performance in epilepsy.
"Everyone, come and see this classmate." Everyone came to watch a classmate who had epilepsy.
A group of people were talking to the back of their heads, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud. Feng Wuli also felt that the scene without physical performance was very abstract, but people who take everything seriously are actually really cool.
"Everyone, keep practicing
, when there are seats, we will go over and try each other with the ball. Today is the first day for everyone to play! "
It wasn't until halfway through the second period that their teacher grabbed a spot for them.
This is a very impatient and straightforward teacher. Even though he is old, he is still very popular. Within half a day, everyone likes this little old lady. It feels very festive. She takes everyone to the table tennis room of the gymnasium and is very aggressive. She seems to be leading a group of fruit treasures. The special force went to Tsim Sha Tsui to find Wang Lun in a fierce battle. After roaring, the big guys showed off their weapons and took out table tennis rackets. The ticking sound echoed throughout the venue.
Feng Wuli and Xie Jieshu were invincible against Didibo, and they fought back and forth.
Teacher Guo also ended up with a bunch of students surrounding her to have sex with her.
"Hey! The young man is pretty good, he can also spin."
"one comes!"
"You are very lucky to have me teach table tennis." She asked as she swung her racket, "Do you know Xu Xin?"
Everyone looked at this ordinary teacher in disbelief. They didn't expect him to be so big. As a result, the old lady's next sentence was: "I saw it on TV."
There were boos.
She waved her hand and said, "Xiaxiaxiaxia, why don't you come to me when you're cooking so much?"
The classmate she was sparring with shrank her neck and smiled.
This little old lady is quite noisy.
After school was over, Feng Wuli and Xie Jieshu returned a cart full of tools. He asked Xie Jieshu if she wanted to buy water. As a result, Xie Jieshu brought a cute pink insulated kettle and handed it to him.
He took the girl's childish little kettle as if it were a holy object.
"Don't be like an innocent little ***." She was covered in sweat from the heat, and her hair was messed up by the exercise just now. She took out the rubber band, spread it out and tied it up again. This posture was very charming:
"If you want to drink, drink quickly. There is no medicine in the water. If you don't want to drink it, buy your own water."
"I heard that the water in the water glasses of female classmates is sweet." He raised his head and purred and transformed into Kuafu. After sweating all morning, he quickly replenished water. After making sure that Xie Jieshu was not thirsty, he took a few sips of this. Milliliters of water bottle finished.
Then I was called to buy frozen lemon juice.
No, aren't you thirsty?
So speechless.
We had classes in the morning and afternoon, so we went to the canteen with my stinky sister at noon. Xie Jieshu’s stomach was as big as the cat at home. Half of the food she ordered had to be scooped into his plate. Feng Wuli felt that next time he would have to order alone. , she could survive by eating some scraps, and was given a few blank looks.
After dinner, we went back to our respective dormitories separately.
The last time I came into the dormitory, the topic was who was more beautiful, Yang Mi or Anbaby. This time, the topic was a little more serious. We were discussing the damage to our interests and the personal impact of the official start of the trade war.
The dormitory is indeed a very magical place. The next time Feng Wuli comes in, he may reveal a black hole, aliens, the origin of an ancient civilization, or something shocking in the entertainment industry.
"Brother Feng, what did you choose?"
"Table Tennis, where are you?" He took a shower to wash away the sweat, and quietly changed a set of clothes from the You Huang wardrobe.
Zheng Chuanbo had a look on his face and said, "I chose orienteering and ran around the entire school in the first class. The sun almost gave me a heat stroke."
Zhang Li chose basketball and practiced dribbling stupidly on the spot with a basketball under the sun. Wang Zhaofeng and Zheng Chuanbo did orienteering. The three of them were all exhausted and complained in the dormitory.
Feng Wuli suddenly felt superior.
In the afternoon, there was a big class called Modern History, which the whole department took together.
The modern history teacher is also approaching retirement age, but he is very well-dressed, wearing trousers, a tie, and an administrative jacket. He holds a cup in his hand and teaches everyone with a smile. Before class, he talks humorously about a few things that he didn’t know how to use. The opening line of a joke that has been used for many years has successfully made everyone laugh.
But then the class became very boring. This teacher was a big smoker. His attack range was four to five rows away with one mouth. He also liked to move around.
The master's voice was loud enough to make the eardrums of the classmates sitting next to him hurt at the same time. It didn't feel like a teacher with high physical attack and physical strength was giving a class to his students, it felt like he was being tortured.
Wang Zhaofeng was eating. It was easy to feel full after eating the oil and water in the canteen, but he was really hungry. Feng Wuli couldn't resist the temptation and asked him what he was eating. He said he was eating chicken.
"??"
"This dried tofu and peanuts, wrapped together like this, taste like ham." He said, "I didn't say that, the famous writer Jin Shengtan said it."
"Really? I don't believe it." He looked confused.
"Your intention is already obvious."
Feng Wuli rubbed his face: "Give me some."
"I'll wrap it up for you. Come on, you eat like this."
"I'll try...it doesn't feel right."
"Really? I'll try too...a little bit."
"A little bit."
The two of them had been thinking about how the ancients tasted ham for a long time in the modern history class. Soon Zheng Chuanbo who was next to them joined in, and the two of them became three.
Fortunately, Wang Zhaofeng bought enough peanuts and dried tofu, and this experiment continued to expand outwards. It can be seen that this class is indeed boring, so that almost half of the students are chewing dried tofu, but none of them tastes like ham.
In fact, this is natural. Jin Shengtan said before the execution: "Chew peanuts and dried tofu together, and it tastes like ham." Mr. Wang Zengqi commented that when people are extremely helpless, they often have this kind of pain that is more painful than wailing. A sense of humor.
They were a group of college students who were just attending class, not decapitating themselves. It seemed that attending class was not as painful as beheading.
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PS: You said you want to see Feng Wuli’s college life, so I’ll write about it briefly. But I think college life is actually boring most of the time, and it’s not even as interesting as high school, so Songzi can’t write anything interesting.
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