Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Sitting in school again, after estimating their scores, Chen Xun and Fang Hui applied to the same school, one to study fine arts and the other to study music, while Qiao Ran and Jiuli both chose architecture.

Walking on the ginkgo-lined path in F Middle School, several people recalled the way they first met, but now they can never go back to the past, mature and steady.

"You study music and I study fine arts, so you can't look at those people in the department too much, otherwise I will get angry." After Fang Hui finished speaking, she picked up a few ginkgo leaves and went back to make bookmarks.

"You also know that I have a face like this, and there are probably many girls chasing after me, but I only have eyes for you." Chen Xun smiled and pinched Fang Hui's cheek, "I promise."

"Then you have to keep loving me, do you know that?" Fang Hui pulled Chen Xun's sleeve, her words full of dependence.

"Chen Xun only likes Fang Hui." Chen Xun said proudly.

"Are you really going to study architecture with me? Don't regret it." Qiao Ran looked at Jiuli from the other side. Few girls studied architecture. "You can't quit midway."

"No regrets, I want to be with you forever." Jiuli held Qiao Ran's hand tightly, thinking that the campus is not bad.

However, the reality did not match their expectations. After the research institutes copied the model and made it, it was able to use great power, but the principles involved were simply beyond their ability to learn at present. Even after studying it for a long time, they still had no clue.

Without letting anyone off the hook, they finally found out that it was the work of a young girl. However, academic achievement comes first, and when they saw the architecture, the old men were furious.

On the first day of school at Yan University, Qiao Ran, who was sitting in the architecture classroom, searched the entire department but couldn't find Jiuli.

Chen Xun sent Fang Hui back to the Art Department teaching building before returning to the classroom.

"Have you seen Jiuli?" Qiao Ran, desperate to find a cure, finally blocked Chen Xun and Fang Hui on the road after school.

"You don't know?" Fang Hui opened her eyes wide and pointed at her nose. "You ask me? How should I know?"

"She said she would apply to the Department of Architecture, but I looked through several classes and didn't see her," Qiao Ran leaned back in his chair in frustration.

"Maybe something delayed her? After all, Jiuli doesn't seem like the kind of person who just talks but doesn't do anything," Chen Xun frowned, but thought of Fang Hui. He would be even more anxious if she was missing.

"Let's just leave it at that," Qiao Ran was stunned.

"If you don't have it, why don't you ask Jiuli's family?" Fang Hui was puzzled. Aren't their two families very close to each other?

"I've been there, but my uncle and aunt said they weren't at home." That's why he had an even bigger headache. Where could a girl go?

"Think about it carefully and cheer up. Military training will start in a few days. If you come to sign up, we will definitely meet." Chen Xun patted Qiao Ran's shoulder comfortingly, full of encouragement.

"Got it. Thank you for your help," Qiao Ran nodded. He knew it all. Even if they wanted to break up, he had to hear it with his own ears!

"It's okay, we are all brothers." Chen Xun mentioned brothers and suddenly thought of Zhao Hua. He went to see him and he was not doing well. "We will go back first. You should go back to the dormitory early as well."

After saying that, he naturally put his hand on Fang Hui's shoulder, turned around and walked towards the dormitory building. The university was far away from home, and they did not go home every day like they did in high school, so they chose to live on campus.

At this time, Jiuli was standing in the research institute with a look of disgust on his face. The students below were all elderly men with fanatical and excited eyes, constantly copying notes.

As for being pushed out by others? They don't have such an outrageous idea. Who would give them talents for free?

"There is still this question," seeing that more than an hour had passed, Jiuli came down from the stage and ran, but was stopped by someone.

"School is about to start and I still have classes to go to," Jiuli rubbed her forehead. She really disliked the old naughty boy more and more.

"With your level, you are qualified to be a professor. What classes do you teach? Which school are you from?" One of them widened his eyes.

"You ask even though you know the answer." Jiuli said and was about to leave.

"Alas, school has already started. If you go now, you can only catch up with the military training. I have talked to Mr. Shen, and your academic record has been kept confidential," and he was transferred to the National University of Science and Technology.

Jiuli stopped and looked back with a cold look in her eyes.

"Well, if you want to go, you can only be an instructor." They still have the ability to transfer this, after all, cough cough.

"As soon as possible." Jiuli nodded. Nothing could disturb her from meeting her boyfriend, so she walked out.

"Okay, Old Zhou, you go and make arrangements. Also, release Zhao Hua. It's normal for young people to fight and play around," the old man sitting in the first row said slowly.

"Yes." The man called Lao Zhou agreed and went out.

"It is true that young people can become heroes. You should try your best to meet her requirements." After the old man said this, he stood up and left the research institute.

"Yes." A group of old men behind him responded respectfully.

At five o'clock, the freshmen who were still asleep were awakened by the wake-up bell. They put on their military training uniforms in the dark, splashed cold water on their faces, and ran downstairs to stand in their respective classes.

Several people entered the wrong class and were arrested and sent back.

After a brief speech, the principal instructed the class teachers to return to the team with the military training instructors for military training on the playground.

Qiao Ran kept his head down the whole time, still thinking about something. When he heard a familiar voice, he looked up suddenly. Jiuli in front of him was wearing an instructor uniform that was different from theirs, which made him look even more heroic.

"I am Shen Jiuli, the instructor of this military training. He is your deputy, Zhang Ke, who is responsible for your daily training."

What was rare this time was that there were two instructors, one principal and one deputy. The reason was that those people thought Jiuli was just there to see her boyfriend and didn't understand.

The male students from the Department of Architecture standing in formation all turned their eyes to the instructor in front of them. Most of the boys at this age already understood the relationship between men and women and had undisguised admiration for them.

Qiao Ran was so angry that his face was puffed up like a pufferfish. What was he looking at? That person was his girlfriend, she belonged to him.

Passing through the art department, Fang Hui's eyes were glued to Jiuli. We agreed to go to school together, so why did you secretly become a coach? Isn't this too much? No wonder Qiao Ran couldn't find it.

"Stand still," Zhang Ke said a few simple words and began to have everyone stand at attention. He felt depressed because the instructor had originally chosen him, but suddenly a girl was assigned to stand next.

He was still serious and serious. Before he was released, he was interviewed by his superiors several times. What else can he do but accept his fate?

When the military training ended in the morning, everyone was as tired as a dog. Jiuli leaned against a tree with a few bottles of cold drinks beside him.

"What have you been doing these days? How did you become an instructor out of nowhere? Have you been eating well? Why have you lost weight?" Qiao Ran ran over and asked a series of questions.

"We have signed a confidentiality agreement. I will come to see you when I am free. You eat well and haven't lost weight, but you look haggard." Jiuli answered one by one and handed over the cold drink.

"That's good, I thought something happened to you," Qiao Ran hesitated, "I'm glad you're okay, let's go eat."