Knowledge and Practice

"Classmates, you can't get in without a ticket"

"..."

After wandering around in W University, I found the signing room. To be precise, it was a large auditorium on the first floor of the teaching building. There seemed to be some interviews with the author. I didn’t expect the signing session to be so rigorous. Fortunately, Xiao Xing One's interest was not so strong, so he planned to find an empty classroom everywhere, and read the rest of the text back home.

"I still have a ticket here, if you want it, take it in."

As soon as Xiao Xing heard the sound, he saw someone coming out of the classroom with a work card. The volunteers here are generally students from clubs or student unions. Of course, it’s best to have tickets. It’s really rare to meet the scene□ □ of.

W University is an armed police school, and the students in it all have short-cut haircuts, and their facial features are tough and spirited. Xiao Xingyi noticed that the hand that handed him the ticket was wearing a very unique watch. The small circle has a calendar from row 1 to row 31, which is very textured with a leather strap, but it is a pity that he has no research on watches, and he is not embarrassed to talk about what is there.

"Thank you." Xiao Xing smiled at the classmate with the work card, and went in with the ticket. The classroom was not as crowded as imagined, and there were many seats in the back row, so I could just sit down and finish reading the book. The audience of romantic writers is not so crazy among the students. Many girls wearing glasses are quiet in the front row, as obedient as listening to a class, and the host skipped the interactive part very presciently.

After a quarter of an hour, Xiao Xingyi heard the host's affectionate appeal to the microphone from the audience; "Students, it's time for xx to sign the sale. We will sign the sale outside the door. Please press Line up in order, one book per person."

......

This is really just sitting down and going out again, Xiao Xingyi is not particularly happy, holding a book and going out from the door he just came in, and found that there are already some people lined up outside the long table for signing, as if he was going to the market I feel that some people came to line up with their classmates.Because one person can only sign one copy, so bring two or three people?

There don't seem to be that many people listening in the lecture hall...

He also saw Zhang Chengyu and his girlfriend in these teams, probably these people with families increased the length of the teams, Xiao Xingyi thought angrily.

I shouldn't be here to join in the excitement, the book signing line is so long before I finish reading the book.

Xiao Xingyi is not a person who likes queuing up. The classroom layout of W University is similar to that of Xiao Xingyi's school. There is a green belt in the middle of the first floor as a partition. The classrooms are surrounded by squares outside the green belt. They were all class study rooms, and on the right was the large classroom for lectures. Xiao Xingyi randomly entered a classroom on the left, turned on the lights in the front row, and continued the unfinished reading just now.

In the huge study room, you can only hear the sound of the wind blowing the leaves outside. The autumn night wind blows through the window, gradually whirls and becomes stronger, and occasionally there is the sound of glass hitting the metal frame. At night, no one is there, and the room is getting colder, but there is no sound. It does not affect Xiao Xingyi's interest in reading.

Now it’s not that there are too few books on romance, and there are few novelettes and short novels full of political color and philosophical suspense that can be read so happily.

"Xiao Xingyi, aren't you going back?"

"..." The reading was interrupted, Xiao Xingyi looked at Zhang Chengyu who appeared out of nowhere, and expressed his gratitude to his roommate and girlfriend for thinking of him. It was a good intention anyway, he responded patiently: "It's okay, you go back first, I'll be here in a while."

"Fine"

The footsteps at the door gradually faded away, Xiao Xingyi continued the content just now, focused on reading quickly, the title page turned by his fingertips soon became another small stack, and there seemed to be footsteps approaching outside the door, Xiao Xing As soon as he thought that his roommate hadn't gone far, he subconsciously looked up, and when his eyes met, the other party was also taken aback for a moment.

Xiao Xingyi is traditionally face-blind. After a semester, he doesn’t communicate much and can’t remember a few names in the class. The people outside the door look familiar. They are all W University uniforms. They are students here. At this point, how come? study?

"Classmate, the door is going to be closed here, and the classroom is not open at night." Looking at the familiar person outside the door, he spoke, probably the characteristic of the Armed Police School, his voice was tough and crisp.

"Sorry, I'll go back right away." Xiao Xingyi saw the watch with a digital calendar, and then realized that it was the same person who let him in just now, and turned off the lights after disturbing others.

"There are still some books next door. You can take some if you want? We keep them here and move them to the storage room, which is useless." The person at the door waited for Xiao Xingyi to come out and turned off the classroom lights, and locked the lock neatly. Go to the classroom door.

"?"

Xiao Xingyi didn't realize it, there are still unsold books confiscated by the school?

"It's all placed outside. I haven't had time to move it. If you want something, you can take it yourself. No one will see it." The person on the side smiled, as if he was taking care of himself, and after finishing these words So I walked up to the next floor, and went to do other things.

Xiao Xingyi was noncommittal, and slowly walked back to the signing place. Sure enough, he saw some books quietly piled up on the ground. They were all books published by the author before. Xiao Xingyi squatted down and took an unopened copy , like claiming a stray kitten on the side of the road.

It’s a pity to put it here. In the dead of night, it’s almost time to turn off the lights when going back to bed. Xiao Xing unpacked the new book and put it in the lower bunk bookshelf together with the original one. The brand new paper smelled faintly of trees. It seems that the harvest of this trip is not bad...

The author has something to say: let’s update four chapters every week