This is a rescue work for the whole settlement, but Tian Yue himself did not participate!
It’s okay if he didn’t participate, but he also restrained his subordinates, not allowing them to participate!
Originally, Tian Yue planned to watch these people retreat with heavy casualties. At that time, he would not have to do anything, and his strength would be steadily improved... However, the abacus was making jingle bells, and the first step was to fucking calculate. wrong.
Song Ziyu and his gang not only killed all the zombies, but also came back completely without even a single casualty!
He turned out to be a joke!
So infuriating!
"Report to the boss, Yan Laoliu and Lao Ba have switched jobs to Zhao Yuanba, and many brothers are ready to make a move..." A younger brother walked into the room and whispered to Tian Yue.
"Get out, I don't want to hear this news!" Tian Yue flew into a rage and kicked his younger brother.
The younger brother was kicked out of the room like a ball.
"Brother Tian, why are you so angry?" The woman pursed her lips and smiled, trying to persuade her not to get angry, but she seemed even happier to see Tian Yue get angry.
"Humph, what do you know as a woman! I lost this game badly." Tian Yue sighed.
I have been weakened without doing anything.
Because he was dissatisfied with his decision, his subordinates abandoned him. This was the prelude to the fall of the tree and the destruction of the hozen.
"Brother Tian, I think it's time for you to make a decision." The woman said again: "The leaders of the Northern Chamber of Commerce Wasteland Branch are just waiting for a word from you!"
Tian Yue stroked his head and sighed: "Let me think about it again."
"What else are you thinking about? Are you thinking that Ma Senming saved your life? But now and then, the situation is different." The woman continued to confuse.
"Stop talking, I know it myself!" Tian Yue grabbed the woman's neck and said: "Yufeng, you can't dare to say anything just because I indulge you. Don't think that I dare not kill you! "
"I really don't believe you would be willing to kill me." The woman looked at Tian Yue mischievously.
"Slut, I'm reluctant to kill you, but I can make you so horny!"
After saying that, Tian Yue picked up the woman and walked into the house.
"Brother Tian, Tian Yue, what are you going to do, you damn ghost? Giggle!" The woman giggled while beating Tian Yue on the back.
…
After solving Longshan's dilemma, Song Ziyu's crops were saved again. With a satisfied and good mood, Song Ziyu returned to the civilized world and continued his college career.
After returning from vacation, it is the first week of official university studies.
The course arrangement at Southern University is very unique. There are two classes in the morning and only one class in the afternoon. The rest of the time is for elective courses and free time.
As an institution of higher learning in the Republic of Yuxia, the education method here is completely different from the cramming learning in high school. Instead, it fully respects students' subjective initiative.
If you want to learn, then learn. If you don’t, you will be put down.
The ones who are relatively restricted are the teachers at NTU. Their course times are tabulated and listed on the students’ study computers. At what time and at what time, which teacher’s course is in which building, students can attend the classes by themselves according to their majors. People who are not majors can also attend if they are interested, and the teacher's performance is determined by the student's attendance rate and reputation.
Perhaps the only thing that puts pressure on students is credits!
Credits are the Sword of Damocles hanging over students' heads. You can do whatever you want in the past four years, as long as you earn 200 points, you can graduate successfully!
But if you don't get enough credits in four years, then I'm sorry. You should be more serious when you go to college in your next life.
As the winner of the military training exercise, Song Ziyu has much less pressure than ordinary students. Fifty points of credits are already recorded on his student card.
Fifty credits means that you do not need to take any elective majors in the next four years. You can graduate successfully as long as you complete all the subject examinations in this major.
Opening the four-year course of the Department of History, the subjects are clear at a glance: General History of Yu Xia, History of World Civilization, Introduction to Yu Xia Historiography, History of Yu Xia Historiography, History of Western Historiography, Historical Geography, Ancient Document Linguistics, Professional Foreign Languages...
that's it!
Within four years, you can graduate by taking these subjects!
…
Today, after listening to Professor Yuan Wenhai's "General History of Yu Xia" course, Song Ziyu was about to leave the open class church when he received a message on his mobile phone: Congratulations to Song Ziyu, your identity information has been reviewed by the student union and you have been successfully admitted. Student Union, automatically become a one-star student.
The notice also stated that his status as a "Feng Yun Student" will be announced to all teachers and students in the school on Friday, and he needs to go to the student union building immediately because the cadres in the union are waiting for him.
Song Ziyu did not dare to neglect, left the classroom and rushed to the student union building.
The student union building is a magnificent three-story Western-style building. Song Ziyu couldn't help but exclaimed how proud NTU was. Even the student union had such a grand office!
Entering the lobby of the Student Union Building, the crystal stone-polished floor and antique wall decorations do not conceal the temperament and taste of this building.
It's understated yet luxurious.
"Are you Song Ziyu?"
There were already people waiting in the hall, and a young man wearing an ancient cyan gown stretched out his hand.
"Hello, senior, I am Song Ziyu." Song Ziyu showed enough respect and held the young man's hand with both hands.
Seeing Song Ziyu's appearance, the young man was very pleased, and then he said cautiously: "Introduce yourself, Ding Ze, second grader, Samsung Student, Minister of Human Resources of the Student Union."
"Hello, Minister, I'm really flattered to be received by you personally." Song Ziyu smiled, thinking that this student union really made itself look good.
Dingze Balabala continued: "I love learning and have been a class study committee member from elementary school to high school; winner of the second prize in the National Mathematical Olympiad and a member of the National Association of Aspiring Youth. I have ten members including three good students, enthusiastic citizens, and Arbor Day experts. Several titles..."
Listening to this series of titles that made people blind, Song Ziyu's head was buzzing and there was a surprised expression on his face.
I have no idea whether this guy is showing off his big eyes or showing off.
is this necessary?
It is necessary!
Ding Ze is enjoying Song Ziyu's expression very much now.
In Ding Ze's subconscious, he probably felt that his splendid resume and numerous prefixes and suffixes had already intimidated this junior student who had recently joined the student union.
I think this junior student will be shrouded in the shadow of his glorious power in the future.
This is the effect I want!
Fengyun student, what is Fengyun?
You don't have what you have, this is the situation!
"Junior brother, what is your outstanding title? You might as well tell me and let me arrange a position in the student union for you." After introducing himself, Ding Ze looked at Song Ziyu and asked thoughtfully.
Ding Ze was preparing for a trick.
Song Ziyu rubbed his head and realized that he really didn't seem to have any outstanding resume during his student days.
"I'm sorry, Minister Ding, I don't have any title that I can use..." Song Ziyu said with some shame.
When I was studying, I was careless, and the qualifications for awards went to the rich students in the class, so I really didn't even get a certificate.
"No? No way, that's wrong." Ding Ze was stunned, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Song Ziyu is a freshman, a junior who has just entered the school. However, in the first week of officially starting his studies (excluding military training), he was invited by Southern University to join the student union.
This situation is very abnormal!
According to past practice, there is only one possibility for such a situation, and that is that this junior has a very glorious past.
Only with this possibility can the school give enough respect and attention.
However, Song Ziyu said that he had nothing worth showing off, and Ding Ze found it incredible.
Song Ziyu must have not told the truth, Ding Ze thought.
As everyone knows... there is still a bit of a misunderstanding in making this matter so embarrassing.
When NTU admitted Song Ziyu to the student union, the announcement only showed Song Ziyu's general information, but did not tell everyone why Song Ziyu joined the student union.
If Ding Ze in front of him knew that Song Ziyu was the winner of the NTU exercise, he would be embarrassed to use a knife to pull his butt.
That's why it caused such a mistake.
"Is there something wrong?" Looking at Ding Ze's strange expression, Song Ziyu couldn't help but ask.
Ding Ze replied: "You are so ordinary, why were you admitted to the student union? This goes against common sense, is strange, weird and weird."
"How can I have such a brilliant resume as a senior? It's just good luck that I can join the student union." Song Ziyu said modestly.
Hearing this, Ding Ze's expression became arrogant.
There is no doubt that Song Ziyu is a good material to use as a backdrop for himself to show off.
In Ding Ze's opinion, an ordinary student like Song Ziyu was not worthy of appearing in this sacred place.
So Staring put away his previous friendly expression and began to act arrogant in front of Song Ziyu.
"Junior brother, from now on you must behave honestly in the student union and don't disgrace the student union, understand?" Ding Ze scolded loudly.
"Ding Ze, don't show your big eyes here." Just when Ding Ze was immersed in it, a voice came from behind.
Song Ziyu looked back and saw two people walking in one after the other.
The girl walking in front was about 1.7 meters tall, with a beautiful face and slim figure. Coupled with her luxurious attire, this girl seemed to be radiating light all over.
Behind the girl, standing was a man over 1.8 meters tall.
The man's tendon meat almost bursts out of the suit on his body, he is a perfect muscular man.
"Ah, Senior Song, Senior Pu!" When Ding Ze saw the two of them, he immediately put away his arrogance that smelled like pickled cabbage, and turned to bow to the two of them. The etiquette ceremony on his whole body felt heavy, and he was already humble. This time it is no exaggeration to describe it.
There is no doubt that these two people have crushed Ding Ze in all aspects.
Song Ting didn't even look at Ding Ze, but walked towards Song Ziyu.
Arriving in front of Song Ziyu, Song Ting stood up for her proud career line, and then looked at her with the eyes of appreciating prey.
"I know you, you are the guy who single-handedly killed the representatives of Dushan University by capturing the flag."
The tip of Song Ting's nose was almost touching Song Ziyu's face.
Song Ziyu took a half step back in embarrassment and replied, "It's just a fluke."
Song Ting smiled and punched Song Ziyu: "Well done, little brother. The more I look at you, the more I like you. Come on, I'll take you to see Old Dong."
After saying that, the girl ignored Ding Ze and walked upstairs.
Song Ziyu touched his sore chest, with a hint of shock on his face!
This woman has so much strength!
"Good job, kid." The tall man, who was about 1.8 meters tall, put his arm around Song Ziyu's shoulders and walked into the hall without waiting for Song Ziyu to react.
"My name is Park Chengsheng. You can call me Brother Park or Lao Pu, but my good buddies all like to call me Park Dehuan and Park Deshuang." Park Chengsheng started chatting with Song Ziyu very eagerly.
Behind Song Ziyu, Ding Ze didn't believe his eyes at all!
It turns out that the "strong man" who killed the general and captured the flag during the confrontation was actually this shy junior.
Ding Ze instantly understood why the school had personally recruited this person to join the student union. He had made great contributions to the school.
Not everyone will have this honor!
It's ridiculous that I still show off my title in front of others, it's really Lu Ban's trick at the door, ugh.
Ding Ze suddenly felt that his title as a tree-planting expert was no longer favourable.
…
Song Ziyu was carried up to the second floor by Park Chengsheng.
"Old Director, how are you writing your graduation thesis?" Song Ting kicked open the door of the president's office.
The kind-faced old director was reading by the window. When he saw the visitor, he smiled bitterly and said, "Song Ting, my aunt, can you knock on the door and come in like a normal person? This office has had eight doors in half a year."
Song Ting didn't take it seriously and sat directly on the president's exclusive boss chair and hummed: "When you graduate and get out, this office will be mine. Then I will replace the door with a stainless steel door..."
Old Dong snorted: "I can almost predict that under your wise leadership, the NTU student union will inevitably be in chaos and darkness."
"Hehe." Song Ting said with a smile: "Old Dong, you understand me."
Dong Yuantai ignored Song Ting, turned to Song Ziyu and smiled: "You are the young general who killed the general and captured the flag, right?"
Song Ziyu was strangled by Park Cheng-sheng along the way and his neck and face were red. At this time, he spoke tactfully: "I'm ashamed, I'm just lucky."
"Luck is also a part of strength. Welcome to join the student union, junior fellow student. When I see you, I feel like I have seen the future of NTU. It is full of vigor and vitality." Dong Yuantai sighed.
Song Ziyu's face turned redder.
After everyone exchanged greetings, Dong Yuantai said solemnly to Song Ziyu: "Junior brother, I need to explain to you in detail the responsibilities and obligations of Fengyun students."
Seeing that he was about to talk about something serious, Song Ziyu quickly became serious.
