As more and more students came to Mengzi and the official start of the school year approached, they had to adapt to life in Mengzi as soon as possible.

As Zhong Hui's mother worried, the living conditions at the school were not good.

The dormitory building is crowded, the window cracks leak at night, the whining wind makes people feel confused, I don't know which student named it "Listening to the Wind Building", and it spread among all the girls for a while; the food in the school cafeteria is too light, and there is almost no taste of salt, but if you go out to the restaurant, many students are shy in their pockets, and secondly, the sanitary conditions of the local restaurants are really worrisome, although the students have launched a campaign to exterminate flies, it is not possible to see results in three or two days.

The living conditions are still so simple, and spiritual entertainment is even more scarce. Aside from the street they had walked that day, there was no place in the city for recreation. Some female students who love shopping found a café opened by the Nanren of Makoshi on a street, but it is okay to say whether there is a café or not, and the most unacceptable thing for Wen Jianning and them is the school's library in Mengzi.

The students from Mengzi came in batches, and they were the first to arrive, and the school had not yet opened, but the library was open to all students, allowing them to borrow books and study on their own. However, the United Nations General Assembly has moved the university twice, and it is difficult to move a large number of books and instruments over long distances, and it has not yet been completely moved. In addition, this time the school headquarters is located in Kunming, and there are very few books assigned to them.

There were only a dozen seats in the makeshift library, and they had to stand in the library for an afternoon reading books because they were too late to go there for the first time, and the seats were already occupied. The next day, the five people in the dormitory went early in the morning, but they still couldn't get a seat, because some people got up earlier than them, and even lined up at the door, waiting for the door to squeeze in. At night, due to the poor security in Mengzi, they were escorted all the way back to and from the library by the school staff.

After a few days, I finally waited for the hospital to send someone to inform me that it was time to distribute Chinese textbooks, and everyone ran over in a hurry, but they were told that due to the lack of printed paper, the number of their textbooks was insufficient, and some students were only afraid that there would be no books, so it was recommended that everyone circulate them to each other first. Wen Jianning and the six of them were only given a Chinese textbook, so they could only split the book into several copies and hurriedly copied the book. Everyone hid in the dormitory during the day to copy books, and the meal took turns to send people to buy everyone's food.

At the end of the day, everyone had a sore hand and back pain, and at night when the kerosene lamp was turned off and the dormitory meeting was held in bed, everyone couldn't help but complain. In the end, Feng Xin comforted: "We are just missing a few books, and we can solve the problem by copying each other and taking a look." I heard that there is only one professor in the law department next door, and when the school starts, I don't know what to do. ”

And compared to those students in the law department, at least they have a strong faculty.

Everyone stopped talking, and the dormitory gradually fell silent.

The whining wind came in through the crack in the window again, and I don't know who sighed first and turned over. The wooden bed creaked, and the others rolled over one after another, pulling up the quilt and getting ready for bed.

Only Wen Jianning was still facing the window, and by the moonlight he flipped through the coarse stack of textbook pages, which still smelled of ink. In order to keep the paper down, only the texts were printed this time, and there were no author's notes.

However, Wen Jianning knew very well that the text printed on these pages was the famous work of a professor at the United Nations University, and it caused a sensation as soon as it was published. She had seen it when she was reading a book, liked it very much, and had written a few unconventional exercises in imitation of the professor. There are still several professors whose works like this have been selected for inclusion in the Chinese language textbook, and it will not be long before she will be sitting under the podium and listening to the lectures of the country's most outstanding literati and scholars.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianning only felt that all his troubles seemed to have disappeared.

She looked at it for a long time, and then put the page under her pillow, closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

……

There are not many steamers from Hong Kong to Vietnam, South China, and Haifang, and only a few dozen students from the United Nations University can be transported to and from Vietnam each round trip. It wasn't until the end of April that the students of the Grammar School began to arrive one after another. This semester has really begun for them.

On the first day of school, the school invited several professors to give speeches.

The theme of the speeches is similar, to the effect that at a time when the country is in crisis, students should be diligent and self-reliant, and preserve the flame of civilization for the nation. Although Wen Jianning and the others had heard this kind of words many times in and off these days, they still listened to it in the auditorium with excitement and couldn't help themselves.

After the opening ceremony, they finally started their official classes.

First-year students at the University are not divided into departments, but are grouped. Due to the loss of too many students in the two migrations, only a few dozen first-year students of their level ended up in Mengzi, and when they took compulsory courses such as Chinese language and English, almost one classroom could fit in.

The first-year students are laying the foundation, and the school attaches great importance to this, and several well-known professors are in charge of the compulsory courses of various colleges, such as Bahasa Malaysia and English. The professors of the United Nations University come from all over the world, some of them are from Chinese scholars' families, and some of them have studied in Europe and the United States. In particular, several professors of their Chinese Department have been spiritual leaders in the minds of the majority of young students since May Fourth.

After the initial excitement and excitement gradually faded, Wen Jianning and the others gradually faced up to their teacher.

Under the halo, in fact, professors are also ordinary people.

For example, when it comes to lecturing, professors are rich in knowledge, but good scholars and excellent lecturers are two different things. Some professors have humorous language and interesting lectures, and not only the people in the classroom can listen to them with relish at the end of a class, but even the corridor is full of admiring students; but some professors are very knowledgeable, but the lectures are just from the book, and the flat is tasteless and makes people drowsy; some professors have learned both Chinese and Western, and any allusions and anecdotes can be easily obtained, but they have to mix a word in every word or, the students below are often misty and do not know what to do.

The worst thing is that some professors have a strong accent in class, whether in Chinese or English, and everyone can't hear a word. Wen Jianning couldn't understand it either, so he could only write down everything the professor said in his notebook during class, and then discuss it with a dormitory student after class.

In the blink of an eye, another week passed, and everyone slowly adapted from the rush of the start of school.

In the evening, the two friends went for a walk in the small park near the customs.

At this time, Mengzi is at the turn of spring and summer, the park is lush with flowers and trees, the eucalyptus trees on the side of the road are tall and luxuriant, and there are one or two snow-white egrets parked on them. The green and cascading branches and leaves are full of white flowers, and there is a faint fresh and strange fragrance. The two were tired from walking for a while, so they chose a secluded place, and chatted side by side on the grass sitting under the tree, most of the time Zhong Hui was talking alone, and Wen Jianning was listening.

Although they live in the same dormitory these days, because one of them is happy and the other is quiet, each has their own interests, extracurricular activities are not often in one place. Zhong Hui came into contact with more people, and it was inevitable that he would complain.

At first, she only talked about some trivial things in life, but gradually the focus of the topic shifted to other things.

At the beginning of the Sino-Japanese war, the situation of the war was very optimistic in the newspapers and public opinion in China. Wen Jianning is very optimistic about this, and even Zhong Hui, who has always been radical and enthusiastic, rarely reached an agreement with her. Now, after a long period of time, Shanghai has fallen and Nanjing has been lost, and the army's decline on the battlefield has become more and more obvious, and its morale has gradually fallen after all.

The main war faction and the main peace faction in the United Nations General Assembly are arguing endlessly, and the teachers and students of the Faculty of Arts are naturally not immune. When students walk on the road on weekdays, they are inevitably asked whether they are the main battle faction or the main peace faction.

Wen Jianning and the inside of their dormitory are quite good, Feng Xin and Zhang Tonghui are both generous and open-minded people, and they generally don't take the initiative to talk about this kind of topic that will cause controversy, Wen Jianning pressed Zhong Hui and didn't let her bring the discussion outside back to the dormitory. Only Ruan Wenyun couldn't help but sneer a few times and say something sad every time he heard the news of the war.

She was originally a native of Jinling, and the tragic situation after the fall of Nanjing was well known to the country.

Everyone can understand the grief and anguish in her heart, and let her go.

There was still a peaceful scene in the dormitory, but out of the dormitory, the others didn't have so many scruples.

Wen Jianning never talked about these things in public, and only exchanged some ideas with Zhong Hui in private. Zhong Hui did not hide her opinion outside. She looked down on both factions, thinking that the main battle faction was reckless and reckless, and the main and peace factions were cowardly and shameless, but during the debate, the people of the two factions united to reprimand her for swaying from side to side, belonging to the wall-riding faction, which made Zhong Hui angry.

If this is just a battle of words, there is another thing that is really unpleasant.

After the grammar school moved to Mengzi, although the school specially opened a Mengzi office, and there were professors who were responsible for handling student affairs, due to the lack of manpower, it was still necessary to rely on the strength of the student group to handle student affairs. Some of the students spontaneously organized a positive wind group and spontaneously picketed the students' conduct and discipline on weekdays, which caused a lot of controversy among the students.

These students are not accustomed to some students who pay attention to dressing up and enjoying life, and think that at the time of the national crisis, their style is still so corrupt, which is really insulting to the lintel of the United Nations General Assembly. But no matter how they look at it, they don't have the right to punish other students, and in most cases they can only sneer. For example, Chen Hanxiang, who was in the same dormitory with them, was reprimanded by several people in Zhengfeng Tuan as immoral because of his fashionable dress, and the two sides also had a lot of conflicts, and Zhong Hui, who happened to be passing by at that time, was also involved.

Although Zhong Hui doesn't look down on Chen Hanxiang, he is also even more disgusted with the group of people who are holding chicken feathers as arrows.

The two sides can be described as-for-tat, neither of them will budge, and in the end they still have a grudge.

Wen Jianning listened to her complain about what the positive wheal did, and she didn't have a good impression of this positive wheal. But after all, she didn't know those people, and she couldn't help and blame, so she could only persuade Zhong Hui that this group of classmates was just temporarily hugging each other, and after a while, they would naturally disperse, and there was no need to be angry with them.

After Zhong Hui poured all this bitter water, he fell on her shoulder, and said in a long voice: "Jianning, it's good to have you, otherwise I wouldn't be used to living here alone, let alone staying here for four years." ”

For them, it's just the beginning.

Wen Jianning was about to persuade her a few words, when she suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her, as if someone was coming towards them, and suddenly subconsciously turned her head to look. As soon as they turned around, they saw a thick wooden stick smashing down on their heads.

(End of chapter)