Cheng Dongqing scratched his scalp and said with a smile: "Because I am good at English."
Because he studied English well, he enrolled in the English major. No wonder Meng Xiaojun called him a bumpkin. He, Meng Xiaojun, who dreams every time he talks, and Wang Yang, who pursues passion and romance, are people from completely different spiritual worlds.
Lin Yue said: "Then I learn French because I am good at French."
Cheng Dongqing is dressed in a rustic style and looks a bit silly, but she is not stupid. There is an English course in the college entrance examination, but I have never heard that there is a French course in the college entrance examination.
"You're lying to me."
"How could it be?" Lin Yue looked into his eyes and said, "Bonjour, je suis ravi de vous."
"What's the meaning?"
"Nice to meet you."
"But I don't understand, how come there are high schools that teach French?"
"Isn't it okay to study at home?"
Homeschooling? Cheng Dongqing stopped, looked at Lin Yue's clothes, and then looked at his own clothes. He couldn't understand that a family belonging to the same class as his would teach French as a family.
"My heart is almost broken, how many years have to be separated. If I meet you by chance many years later, how will I greet you..."
When Cheng Dongqing chased after him with confusion, Wang Yang was reciting love poems in a Beijing accent on the balcony of the boys' dormitory. There were several female students standing below, looking with admiration at the artist-like young master of the imperial capital above.
"Who is this person? That's so well said." He was no longer interested in asking questions about his family education. Like the female students, he looked stupidly at the long-haired poet on the balcony on the second floor.
Lin Yue glanced sideways over there: "Your future good buddy."
In 1980, English had not yet become popular across the country. With Wang Yang's current level, after 2010, most good students in provincial capital cities would be far behind him.
"You are sick and you are still studying. Why are you yelling?"
Just like in the movie, an untimely voice interrupted the poet's affectionate recitation. Meng Xiaojun leaned his upper body out of the next room and started to yell at her.
The two scolded each other from "BITCH, ASSHOLE" in English to "Grandson, bastard, your uncle..."
The students lost their status very quickly, and the female students dispersed very quickly, but this exchange of words ignited a war between the dormitories. Youth is always restless. Students who don't like each other, you throw me a towel, and I throw it away. Your basketball, mop, clothes drying rack, and Jiefang shoes placed in the window to spread the smell are not willing to be left alone, and they are rushing to join this war.
Cheng Dongqing stood there stupidly watching the fun, and Lin Yue was about to leave and not participate in the next farce, because although the system set him up in a "Chinese Partner" movie environment, the main mission requirements were not as focused as before. The protagonists of the film and television drama unfolded, so there was no need to interact with the three people. Just like Cheng Dongqing, if he hadn't taken the initiative to chat with him, he would never have thought of getting to know each other on the first day at school.
He was very calm here, but Meng Xiaojun couldn't. He was throwing things away. He picked up the shoes that his roommate had just cleaned in the morning and threw them over.
Wang Yang turned his head and ducked, and the shoe crossed the balcony and hit Lin Yue's head.
He subconsciously waved his hand to block it. The moment the back of his hand touched the shoe, a thought flashed through his mind. Blocking out turned into paddling to the left. The shoe turned a corner, spinning and hitting Cheng Dongqing on the nose. The poor child fell. He was so hurt that he covered his face with his hands and rolled on the ground.
When Meng Xiaojun and Wang Yang saw that they had hit someone, they quickly called in money to withdraw their troops, put on suitable shoes and ran downstairs.
"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't see anyone downstairs. It's all because of that crazy guy from 215. You said he doesn't poop well, why do you care so much?"
"Crazy, who are you talking about?"
"Talk about you, why did you scold me just now?"
"Scolding you, scolding you is light, but I still want to whip you."
"Slap me? Come on, come on. If you don't do it today, you will be my grandson."
Well, the two of them didn't fight enough above, so they started again downstairs. Cheng Dongqing covered her nose with one hand, looked at the glasses in Wang Yang's hand, and then looked at Lin Yue who was walking towards the dormitory building opposite, with a funny look on his face. The situation is unclear.
In the movie, Cheng Dongqing was hit by a shoe, and the three protagonists got to know each other. The plot changed here, and the shoe came flying into the forest. Firstly, he didn't want to have close contact with other people's shoes, and secondly, he didn't want to ruin the friendship between Cheng Dongqing and those two people, so he used the Great Diversion to greet the shoes flying towards him into Cheng Dongqing's face. superior.
He still couldn't understand the meaning of the main mission, and he felt like a tiger met a tortoise and had nowhere to start.
In his opinion, Cheng Dongqing is a person without ideals, but very lucky. He is the kind of lucky person who is pushed to the edge of the cliff by life, and then survives and climbs to the top of the times. As for Meng Xiaojun, he was too competitive. When he was young, he always wanted to change something. When he got older, he realized that he had been changed by society, but he still tried every means to achieve dignity. Wang Yang is a happy-go-lucky person who is content with being rich and content, and he is like a sponge sandwiched between Meng Xiaojun and Cheng Dongqing. None of these three people can give him what he wants, so whether he knows him or not, whether he knows him or not, whether he has a relationship or not, at least for now Doesn't make much sense.
But unfortunately, he didn't go to those three guys, and those three guys found him.
I entered the dormitory building and found my room. I just put down my things, and while laying out the quilt, I asked my newly met roommates about various important times, such as hot water supply time, dormitory lights-out time, and the holly belt over there. Meng Xiaojun and Wang Yang walked into the room.
"Why are you walking so fast? You shouldn't even do it if I ask you."
"Did you call me? Why didn't I hear you?"
Lin Yue watched Cheng Dongqing put the things on his upper bunk, turned his face to look at Wang Yang and Meng Xiaojun, and found that the former was looking at him with a smile, and the latter's eyes were full of scrutiny and suspicion.
"Wang Yang, Tiger King, Erri Yang, I'm sorry just now."
"The person you hit was him, not me. There is no need to apologize."
What Lin Yue didn't understand was why Cheng Dongqing brought them to his dormitory on the first day they met.
Fortunately, Meng Xiaojun answered this question in time.
"I heard Cheng Dongqing say that you also major in foreign languages? Are you majoring in French?"
Lin Yue smiled noncommittally: "Yes, French."
"And it's homeschooled?"
"Yes, homeschooling."
After answering this question, he suddenly realized, who is Meng Xiaojun? A top student in the Department of Foreign Languages, he is one of the most ambitious people. Meng Xiaojun’s grandfather received a PhD in the United States in 1925, and his father received a PhD in the United States in 1955. When it comes to family education, only families like this are qualified to talk about family education, facing the loess. For a peasant family with its back turned, it would be nice to have a tutor, but homeschooling?
Are you thinking about coming here to see what kind of fool it is to say that you learned French at home? Or are you dissatisfied with being a top student and want to see what kind of real dragon is hidden in this small place? Or you just simply want to He apologized to Cheng Dongqing by helping to move things, but Meng Xiaojun came anyway.
"I heard Cheng Dongqing say, you are from Datong, Shanxi. Your father is ill in bed and your mother makes a living by farming. It must be very hard for you to be admitted to Yenching University based on your family studies."
Meng Xiaojun's expression was very serious, and his words were not that sharp, but everyone knew that this guy had a competitive spirit in his heart. Everyone in the freshman circle of the Department of Foreign Languages at Yenching University didn't know that he was from a famous family.
"Can't those who farm have home education?" Lin Yue glared at Cheng Dongqing, thinking that this guy is really a big mouth, why would he tell them everything? Although the so-called "home education" was just a random joke by him, but this Of course, you should not give in when it comes to farming: "Tao Yuanming is also a farmer, and Tao Hongjing is also the prime minister of the mountains."
Meng Xiaojun was so contradicted by his words that he didn't know what to say.
"But French..."
French is very famous, but in domestic society, compared with English and Russian, it is definitely a minor language. What family would take it as a homeschooling language? This is not logical at all.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Dong dong dong~ dong dong dong~
A buck-toothed senior in a red vest looked at the letter paper in his hand and said, "Are Lin Yue and Cheng Dongqing, majoring in English from the Department of Foreign Languages, here?"
"..."
Everyone in the room looked at Lin Yue in unison.
