After the military training, everyone began to live a three-point and one-line college life again.

After a week of military training life of going to bed early and getting up early, Song Xiangran said that he was a little uncomfortable.

So unlike other roommates, even if there is no morning class in the morning, Song Xiangran gets up before seven o'clock, picks up a book and reads on the balcony.

On this day, Song Xiangran got up early again, ready to tiptoe to the balcony to wash first, but he didn't expect everyone to get up one after another.

So Song Xiangran poked Wu Jingjing next to her in a little surprise and asked: &; Jingjing, why did you get up so early today?&;

&;Xiangran, don't you know? Wu Jingjing said, yawned loudly, and then lowered her head and began to wash her face.

&;Club recruitment?&;Song Xiangran was stunned.

&;Which do you want to go to?&; Song Cha brushed her teeth and squeezed over.

Song Xiangran thought about it and said without hesitation: &;Literature Club, is there such a club?&;

&;I've heard that the literary club of Fengshi University is not easy to enter. &;White Star said casually while washing his face with facial cleanser.

Hearing this, Song Xiangran and Song Cha looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders indifferently.

After a while, everyone was washed, changed, and went out for breakfast.

After the military training, Song Xiangran was almost inseparable from Song Cha, plus a small follower Li Xiuqin.

Because they both like to read, and they don't like to participate in Wu Jingjing's gossip discussion group, Song Xiangran and the three of them are getting closer and closer.

After coming out of the dormitory, Li Xiuqin pulled Song Xiangran's sleeve and said with a smile: &; Xiangran, I think you have no problem with Ah Cha. &;

&;Don't worry, it's all about participation. &;Song Xiangran is half a head taller than Li Xiuqin, and often thinks that Li Xiuqin is petite and cute, so she always likes to rub Li Xiuqin's head.

After breakfast, the three of them went to the recruitment office of the literary club to line up.

Sure enough, as Bai Xingxing said, the literary club is not easy to enter. Because there are many more people who come to queue up to fill out the registration form than other clubs.

I heard that if you have any important activities in the Literature Club, you can get guidance from the powerful professors of the Department of Literature, and getting guidance means that it is easy to win awards, and easy to win awards means that it is easy to get credits.

Therefore, whether it is a person who really likes literature or a half-witted person who pretends to like literature, they all ran to sign up.

&;Xiangran, there are a lot of people. Song Cha took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his sweat.

Although it was morning, it happened to be a sunny day, so even if I stood under the sun for a short while, I couldn't help but sweat.

finally got to Song Xiangran and the three of them, and they encountered a gust of wind, which blew all the registration forms away, which can be regarded as a small oolong.

&;Hey, you're the girl who led the team, right?&;The girl in charge of signing up laughed, squinted, bent, like a crescent moon, very sincere.

Song Xiangran nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand to the girl, and said: &;Well, my name is Song Xiangran, Xiang of Xiangxi, and Ran Rising. Hello there. &;

The girl seemed to be a little flattered, and hurriedly stretched out her hand and said with a smile: &; Hello, my name is Wan Fang, fragrant Fang. You're going to fill out the registration form, give. &;

With the help of Wan Fang, after a while, Song Xiangran and the three of them filled out the registration form.

After saying goodbye to Wan Fang in a hurry, Song Xiangran and the others left.

&;Wow, Xiangran, are you a celebrity in the school now?&;Li Xiuqin took Song Xiangran's arm and looked at her with envy.

The morning sun also has a different kind of gentleness, sprinkled on Song Xiangran's face, Li Xiuqin couldn't help but be stunned.

With such a good-looking face, anyone will like it, right?

Song Xiangran nodded Li Xiuqin's forehead with a smile and said: "What celebrities are not celebrities, they are all ordinary people." &;

Song Cha on the side was not very interested in these, but suddenly remembered, and said: &; That classmate said just now, what to prepare. &;

If Song Cha doesn't mention it, it is estimated that Song Xiangran and Li Xiuqin will forget.

&;Something related to literature.,After reading it, I feel like an article or something.,It should be okay.。 Song Xiangran tilted his head and thought about it.

&;Xiang Ran, my writing is not good, will I not be able to enter?&;Li Xiuqin said with some concern.

&;Don't worry, the Literary Society, it's not what it does, just from the heart. &;Song Xiangran smiled and touched Li Xiuqin's head.

Li Xiuqin breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, it is not easy to be admitted to Fengshi University. This is not the first time Li Xiuqin has been to the big city, but she has hardly ever lived here.

Especially, when Li Xiuqin arrived at the dormitory on the first day, there were only Bai Xingxing and Liu Hongyun in the dormitory at that time. The two of them seem to be the children of rich families, and they always distance themselves from Li Xiuqin.

Not long after getting along, Li Xiuqin didn't dare to take the initiative to contact Bai Xingxing and Liu Hongyun.

Originally, Li Xiuqin thought that in this school, she would definitely not find good friends, everyone's family background was good, and in addition to studying, she also knew a lot of other things, such as spoken English.

But it wasn't until Song Xiangran and Song Cha took the initiative to contact that Li Xiuqin realized that there were still such low-key people in the world.

So Li Xiuqin secretly made up her mind that no matter what, she had to work hard, no, she would work harder, so that she could get along with Song Xiangran and Song Cha and not pull them back.

Therefore, after registering, Song Xiangran and Song Cha found that Li Xiuqin had become very hard-working, and they were really preparing for the aftermath of reading.

So at a certain moment when Song Xiangran and Song Cha were alone, Song Xiangran glanced at Li Xiuqin's seat and said with emotion: &; Ah Cha, I think Xiuqin works very hard and admires her. &;

Song Cha also looked at Li Xiuqin's bed, nodded and said: &; I also think that as long as it is something that Li Xiuqin believes, she must do it, and she is very motivated. &;

&;Hey, she even prepared so seriously after reading it, we haven't started to prepare yet, what are you going to write?&;Song Xiangran thought of his article that wrote a line of words, and shook his head.

Song Cha hesitated for a moment and said: &; I plan to write a poem. &;

Song Xiangran was stunned, looked at Song Cha with some surprise, and said: &; Ah Cha, you can write poems, hidden deeply. &;

&;Caused by interest, there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky. Song Cha turned his head to look at the moon outside the window, and sighed with some emotion.

At that moment, Song Xiangran suddenly felt that everyone in this world had a side that was not humane to outsiders.

So isn't it true that some aspects of some people are only shown to certain people?

Song Xiangran also looked out the window, a bright moon hanging in the air, this feeling is somewhat familiar.