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The end of military training also means that the formal study career is about to begin.Zuo Rong, Zhu Qingyan and Zhao Yangyang are in the same class, and the required courses are the same.

Apart from training, Lu Renjie actually had very few culture classes every day, and there was no overlap with Xinyuan. Even Mao Gai was not assigned to take classes like Mao Gai with his roommates.

As for the elective courses, each one has their own eyes, and you can choose according to your own preferences. The four of you don't have to take the elective courses together.

But what to choose is also a matter of knowledge. Everyone wants to take an easier class, which leads to too many applicants and a lottery.Classes like film appreciation are very popular in every school, so Zuo Rong is not considered.

There are also some courses that although the courses are more difficult and the teachers are stricter, you can learn something, and they are offered by the departments with the highest scores in the school. Many students who have missed the college entrance examination want to experience it.Finance was the first to be affected here, and this was also the subject that Zuo Rong most wanted to take.

After deciding on a subject, he continued to browse. He was not particularly interested in other subjects, so he thought about choosing a humanities subject with a smaller number of students.

While brushing, he suddenly saw the course of Western Literature, with a small number of students and high credits, and it was taught by a professor from the School of Humanities.Come on, that's it!

The lottery results for the finance class came out. Zuo Rong first heard Zhao Yangyang howl complaining that he was not selected, and then saw the message on his interface: "Congratulations, you have been selected for this class!"

Zhao Yangyang turned his head and asked him, "Rongrong, have you been selected for finance?"

"Choose." There was no surprise in his voice.

Although it is very annoying, some people are like this, they are better looking than you, smarter than you, have a better family background than you, and even have better luck than you.

The most exasperating thing is that people themselves don't take these things seriously.

Zhao Yangyang said bitterly, "Rongrong, your life is like a cheat."

is that so?Zuo Rong thought to himself, if he had to use his mother's illness in exchange for these things, then he would rather not have such cheating, and just be an ordinary person, with a harmonious family and healthy parents, and live a peaceful life.

There is no subdivision of the professional courses in the freshman year. Except for the courses that all departments must take such as advanced mathematics and English majors, the others are based on psychology.The required courses are all from Monday to Friday, which means that Zuo Rong spends his working days with Zhu Qingyan and Zhao Yangyang.

His two electives are on Saturdays, Western Literature is the last class in the afternoon, and Finance is in the evening, and there is a period of time for dinner between the two classes.In this way, he can go directly to Zuo Le's house after class. There is no class all day on Sunday, and Monday morning is also free. He can just go back to school after lunch.

For Chinese students who have been coaxed by teachers since childhood, "you are a little tired now, college will be easier", if it is not because of the fine tradition of respecting teachers, it is estimated that many of them would like to go back to college after going to college. alma mater.

And in a top prestigious school like P University, the students are even more motivated as soon as they enter the school.They are all admitted based on their ability. There is not much difference in intelligence, and their study habits are also good. Only by exerting their subjective initiative can they not be left behind by others.

Even Zuo Rong felt a bit of pressure. Although he had always been able to take the lead without putting too much effort in studying, but now the students around him were all top students from various provinces and cities. The group is different, and the requirements are naturally different.

The school committee asked Zuo Rong before, "How much do you usually learn at night?" With a pious attitude of learning from the scriptures, he wanted to see how far the gap between himself and Xueba was.

As a result, Zuo Rong rubbed his temples and replied: "I studied very late, around 11 o'clock, and watched a movie later. After washing up, it was past 12 o'clock. I really feel a little lack of sleep recently, and I need to shorten the time."

The school committee retreated with the dark circles under his eyes that stayed up until two in the morning every day. He realized that the gap between people may not be that big, but there is indeed an insurmountable gap between people and God.

It was only later that Zuo Rong found out that in the third year of senior high school, everyone basically didn't go to bed until one or two in the morning. He thought he was working hard, but he felt ashamed after such a comparison.

But he felt that purely using time to fight for grades was of little use. If he was too sleepy, he had to fight hard. If he was not clear-headed, he would not be able to study at all, and it would affect the quality of the next day's lectures. The gain outweighed the loss.

During his four years in college, he decided to follow the same pace as before, step by step, not stay up all night to study the questions, and he would not cram his feet temporarily, and he would always be ready at all times.

The first week of class was fairly easy, and the teacher didn't want to make it difficult for everyone at the beginning of the term. The students had just experienced a summer vacation of indulgence, and there must be a gradual process.

In particular, Zuo Rong, as a subject that science students are already very good at, such as advanced mathematics and big things, is actually not difficult to learn, and some knowledge points have even been previewed in high school.

Daying is a little troubled. Zuo Rong's English scores are actually very good, his vocabulary is sufficient, he can master all grammar knowledge points proficiently, and his oral pronunciation is also good.But there is one thing, he is really lacking in literature.

Since junior high school, Chinese composition has always been a set of templates, citing examples and quotes, even if it is well-regulated, it can still get a high score.But if he really wants to write a literary work, he will be at a loss what to do, so he chooses Western literature because he hopes to improve his cultural literacy.

Now he is faced with three or five pages of long-winded essays in English books, and there are many excerpts from literary works, which makes him feel a little headache. Why can't he take the grammar test?It's really embarrassing to summarize the general meaning of the paragraph and reading comprehension.

The professional class is very interesting. Everyone is a beginner who has never been exposed to this area of ​​knowledge. The teacher uses plain language to explain the knowledge points in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.There are even classes taught by Internet celebrities, which makes students more interested.

Zuo Rong also gradually discovered that psychology is indeed different from what he thought.No fortune, no astrology, no palmistry.

The week passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was Saturday's elective course.

He came to the classroom 10 minutes earlier, and there were already 50 people sitting in it.There were less than a hundred students in this class, and everyone sat sparsely in the largest auditorium.

So he walked to the middle of the classroom and sat down in a seat with few people.

After a while, the class bell rang, and the teacher also came. It was Professor Kong from the School of Humanities, who looked elegant and generous.

He kindly introduced himself to the students, and Zuo Rong listened carefully, only to realize that the professor was over 50 years old, but he looked like he was in his early forties, and he must have been very handsome when he was young.

He originally thought that the course would be boring, but he didn't expect Professor Kong to be funny and humorous, and he knew all the tricks commonly used by young people nowadays.The students are also very supportive, the classroom atmosphere is very good, even he himself finds it very interesting, the two-hour class time seems a bit short.

After class, some students went to the professor to discuss issues. Although he also had some interesting content, he avoided this kind of chattering environment.So I put my schoolbag on my back and went to the cafeteria to eat. Only when I was full would I have the energy to take a financial class for a while.

During the meal, Zuo Le sent a message. She said that she had temporarily gone to Guangzhou for a business trip, and she would not be back until about three days later, so she asked him to stay at school tonight and not make a waste of a trip.

Zuo Rong replied: "Okay, be safe."

He went to the gym this afternoon, checked his basic data, and found that his muscle mass was a little low.So I ordered a tomato sirloin and steamed cod, drank a can of skim milk and added two egg whites.Put the remaining egg yolks into plastic bags, and feed them to the fat stray cats when I go back to the dormitory at night.

After eating, he saw that there was still half an hour before the class time, so he decided to go to the classroom early, because there would be no good seats for such a popular class if it was late.

But when he actually came to the classroom, he realized that he had really underestimated the students' enthusiasm for learning, and the huge classroom was already half full.

And it was very strange that [-]% of them were girls. He couldn't help thinking: Could it be that girls are not only lucky draws, but also selected courses?

When he came out of the cafeteria, he took out the baseball cap he had prepared in his bag and put it on. Now that he entered the classroom without attracting any attention, he found a good seat in the middle of the third row and sat down.

As soon as I sat down, I heard a few girls in the back row discussing in low voices.

A: "Have you heard that Senior Kong has returned to China! The professor called him to be a teaching assistant for this class!"

B: "Of course I know, otherwise why would I come to this class!"

A: "You didn't choose?"

B: "This course is so difficult to choose, how can you say that you can choose it? And I have already completed the first year of research..."

C: "Student, who is Senior Kong you are talking about?"

A: "Kong Feicheng, the senior of the Department of Finance! He just returned from the United States after graduating from a master's degree this year. I heard that he is working as a senior financial consultant, but our professor is a stalker. No, he dragged his big baby back to do this course. Part-time teaching assistant for the class!"

B: "Yes, yes, he is handsome and smart, and that smile is perfect. I met him a few times when I was a freshman, and I felt like I was in love at that time!"

C: "That's amazing! Then I'm so lucky to be able to choose this course!"

In just a few words of conversation, the three women who had never met each other in different grades and departments had already formed sisters with different surnames holding hands.

Zuo Rong finally understands. The popularity of co-authoring this class is not only due to the professor, but also the face of the seniors. It is estimated that there are many girls in this classroom today.

He shook his head helplessly, he really couldn't understand the nympho mentality of the little girls.

As the class time approached, the classroom was already full, and there were a few boys in plaid shirts sitting on the seats on both sides of him, and some even moved chairs from the empty classroom next door to sit in the aisle.

When some straight men came in purely for the professors and courses, they were instantly shocked. It was the first time I saw the students' enthusiasm for learning so high since I was a child.

The professor came in a hurry after the class bell rang. He was a Mediterranean man in his 60s. He was not tall and had a very kind appearance.

The professor greeted the students with a smile: "Hello, students, yo, there are so many people! I'm really sorry, we just got stuck in traffic on the road. My surname is Zhu, and this is Assistant Professor Kong."

"Hello everyone, my name is Kong Feicheng, please take care of me." The person on the podium bowed slightly, with a nice voice, with a clear feeling between a teenager and a youth.

Amidst the suppressed screams of the girls, Zuo Rong couldn't help but look over.

The man was wearing a casual shirt that was buttoned up meticulously, making him look even taller next to the professor.All the bangs were combed up, revealing a smooth forehead.Zuo Rong always felt that the back hair styled with a lot of pomade was greasy, but it only felt neat and refreshing when it was put on this person.

When Zuo Rong's gaze finally fell on his face, his breath stopped for an instant, and he immediately understood why the girls were crazy.

He thought of a sentence: Beauty has no gender.

He used to think that the word "beauty" could only be used to describe women, but now he admits that he is narrow-minded.

You can of course say that Kong Feicheng is handsome, but obviously "beautiful" is more suitable to describe him.That face overflows with an atmosphere that is almost a work of art. Even if it is placed in the long history of 5000 years, the five continents will be unified by him.

And the most terrible thing is the aura emanating from this person, warm but alienated, like top-grade jade, it looks soft like a puddle of water, but it is hard and cool to the touch.

He doesn't look like a person dealing with numbers at all, but an artist who has fallen into the world.Just standing there makes one want to praise him with all the art forms in the world.

"If the statue that Pygmalion fell in love with has such a face, then I can understand him." Zuo Rong thought silently in his heart.

The whole class was happily going on amidst the girl's nympho, the boy's jealousy, and the serious listening of a small number of top students. In the middle, Zuo Rong was asked a question by the professor, "The little handsome guy in the black T-shirt in the third row is here." Answer."

Hearing the sound, everyone's eyes turned to the third row, looking for that "little handsome guy".

Although most people think that the professor might just be joking, after all, it is such a place where there are so many masters, how can there be so many handsome guys to watch.

However, when everyone's eyes were fixed on Zuo Rong, the girls were excited again.

What a treasure to pick up, what kind of fairy elective course is this!Two handsome guys of this size are here, luckier than winning a hundred lipsticks, who wants to skip class?

Originally, Zuo Rong thought that he might not be talking about himself, but when he looked up, he found that the professor was staring at him earnestly with the eyes of "that's right, it's you".

He had already taken off his hat before class, and now his facial features were exposed to the fluorescent lamps in the classroom, which was particularly dazzling against the standard science and engineering men on the left and right.

The moment he got up, he met Kong Feicheng's sight.It was a very strange feeling, with a hint of scrutiny, and even a bit of playfulness, but it only passed in a second.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable, as if that modest gentleman's appearance was just a mask, and the look in his eyes that didn't match him just now was his real self that was accidentally exposed.

Kong Feicheng looked at the student's unhurried answer, and the more he listened, the more he felt that this student was indeed a person with a flexible mind and clear logic.His appearance is indeed superior. Although he is a freshman, he already has the tough temperament of a man.It is obviously a face that pleases girls, but it exudes an aura that rejects people thousands of miles away.

If you say that you are on the go, you always have a smiling face that makes you feel like a spring breeze, and you are polite and considerate in everything. Only by in-depth contact can you realize that you are not as enthusiastic as you seem.Then this kid is really indifferent, even before the collapse of Mount Tai, there is no disturbance on his face.

It's just that this child looks more and more familiar, but Kong Feicheng can't remember where he saw him.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, a few courageous girls rushed to the podium to talk to Kong Feicheng. Seeing that they took out their mobile phones to adjust the QR code, they must have added WeChat.And he was still smiling, chatting with them while packing up the files.

"It's really easy to handle," Zuo Rong thought to himself.

He was about to leave with his schoolbag on his back, but was pulled by a slight force behind him.Zuo Rong looked back and saw a girl tugging at the hem of her dress, blushing and lowering her head, and there were two girls beside her who seemed to be encouraging her.

"Student, can I add your WeChat?" The girl finally mustered up the courage to make a voice not much louder than a mosquito.

"No." Zuo Rong turned and left, hiding his achievements and fame.

Although Zuo Le has complained countless times, he has always used this simple and rude way to approach chatting.If you don't like it, just reject it directly, lest they will make trouble even worse in the future.Most importantly, the word "can't" works really well.

When Zuo Rong passed by the grass behind the dormitory building, he took out the two egg yolks left over from dinner, and called "Little Fatty" softly a few times.

They have four stray cats downstairs, Big Fatty, Second Fatty, Third Fatty and Little Fatty.Of course, this is just Zuo Rong's own name.The terrible thing is that the first three are all orange cats, and Xiaopang's three-colored cat is a little slimmer.

Xiaopang rushed over upon hearing the sound, and rubbed against his legs affectionately.The stupid human had been feeding himself for several days, and he was satisfied, so he left a few cat hairs on his trouser legs as encouragement, and ran away with the egg yolk in his mouth.

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