"Not bad, well done!"

Sweeping the writer and supervisor of the paper, Mr. Xu handed the paper to Professor Lu, poked his stubby fingers at the position of the supervisor, and said, "Teacher Lu, you sign here." ”

"W-isn't this used as an opening report?"

Professor Lu took out a pen and quickly signed it, Xu Lao took it in his hand and looked at it, folded it into his arms, and his small eyes widened: "How to do it?"

Before Mr. Xu's voice fell, the host on the stage had already shouted with a loudspeaker: "Next, Shen Tiejun, an 80-level doctoral student majoring in language application, is invited to sing the exclusive song "The Motherland Will Not Forget"!"

Shen Tiejun's original plan was to sing Liangjian, but unfortunately the occasion was not suitable, and it was not very good to make the New Year's Day full of gunpowder, so he ripped the accompaniment tape and arrived at the party with Shen Damei.

Old Xu was obviously stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Professor Lu, and said, "I didn't expect to be a versatile person." ”

"Versatile, he wrote this poem. ”

Professor Lu knew that the five tones of this product were incomplete, and sure enough, after the prelude on the stage, Shen Tiejun opened his mouth and raised the tone three degrees, fortunately, the hundreds of people in the audience were already stupid, and Xu Lao also listened to a few sentences before coming back to his senses: "The bright sword was also written by him, right?"

Shen Tiejun's coming to power can be regarded as a wave of presence in front of all the teachers and students of the graduate school, and the leaders of the college are thinking about when there will be an additional 80-level doctoral student, you must know that the qualifications of various schools and research institutes have not yet been announced, and some people are ashamed to say that they are doctoral students, although the graduate school will naturally be qualified, but-

Until the six words "The Motherland Will Not Forget" came into their ears, except for some graduate students in unpopular majors, most of them remembered who the person on the stage was, the guy who was so young that he was jealous, and the movements at the time of graduation were all on the people's daily newspaper.

The youngest master's degree!

Singing the most popular songs!

Motherland - will not forget!

"Whoa—"

The sudden burst of applause shrouded the auditorium, Shen Tiejun bowed and bent down to salute, not wanting to be in the roaring applause below, a thin voice came out: "Do it again!"

"Do it again!"

"Do it again!"

Juanjuan's trickle converged into a huge wave in the blink of an eye, and the host next to him, Kong Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and he found that Shen Tiejun had forgotten to come, so he hurriedly walked over with the microphone: "How about it, classmate Shen Tiejun, can you do it again?"

"Okay, do it again!"

Shen Tiejun's gaze swept between Kong Xiaoman's snow-white neck, and he saw her turn around gracefully to the amplifier, quickly poured the tape into it, pressed the start button and made an OK gesture, and then the prelude sounded.

Shen Tiejun, who was pinching the microphone, pinched the beat, not wanting to wait for him to speak, and someone below had already roared: "In the vast sea of people, which one am I~"

"In the rushing waves, which one am I~"

Shen Tiejun's singing voice was mixed with the singing voice of the audience, he was not unhappy to be interrupted, because this song was originally used to be sung, although the voice of the audience was intermittent because of the lyrics, but every time at this time, he would open his mouth to pick it up, as if he was handing over something, and the voice of the audience was getting louder and louder, and he was becoming more and more proficient.

"Whoa—"

When the singing fell silent again, thunderous applause broke out in the auditorium again, and then another voice sounded: "Shen Tiejun, one more!"

"Another one?"

As if infected by the surging heart, Shen Tiejun didn't wait for Kong Xiaoman next to him to come over, and quickly took the microphone and said: "Okay, I will sing for everyone below, Bright Sword - Chinese soldiers"

"What? Bright Sword? This seems familiar?"

"Bright sword and style, he just sang the third poem, but he didn't expect to find someone to compose a song. ”

"Familiar? The youngest master's student is now the youngest doctoral student. ”

"No wonder the name is so familiar, that pen name seems to be called Tie Jun?"

"That's it, Shen Tiejun, isn't it Tiejun?"

"Shhhhhhhhh

The noisy voice decreased with the sound of accompaniment, and Shen Tiejun's eyes seemed to flash the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, and the momentum of his body suddenly changed, and he said: "If the motherland is violated, hot-blooded men should be self-reliant——"

Compared with forgetting, the resonance brought by the bright sword is much more, but it can't stand the majority of the women in the hundreds of graduate students, and they are not interested in this majestic march, Shen Tiejun finished singing a song, and then stepped down in thunderous applause.

Kong Xiaoman hurriedly handed over the teacup in his hand, and found that Shen Tiejun was stunned, and quickly said: "The cup of the student union is not public-"

"The conference room is also shared. ”

Shen Tiejun had this thought in his mind, and after thinking about it, it shouldn't be a big deal this year, the most important thing is that he was really thirsty, so he took it and said, "Thank you, Sister Kong." ”

Kong Xiaoman is the first batch of graduate students to be admitted to the Academy of Social Sciences after the resumption of graduate recruitment, a year earlier than Shen Tiejun, who became a monk halfway, and is about to graduate, it should be a critical juncture, but because of his extroverted personality, he likes these club activities the most: "You're welcome, but I didn't expect you to sing really well." ”

"It's hard to sing this song. ”

Shen Tiejun knows his own affairs, he was originally a person with incomplete tones, and he relied on his loud voice to go to KTV in his last life: "As long as the voice goes up, the accompaniment is amplified, and it is not to participate in a singing competition, just have such momentum." ”

Kong Xiaoman smiled: "The main thing is that the words are well written!"

"Thank you!"

Shen Tiejun smiled, he could feel that this was a sincere compliment, and chatted a few more words and looked at the start of the next show, the journalism professional performed close-up magic, and then resigned and returned to his position, Xu Lao smiled brightly: "Sing well, but your heart is too heavy, your age is not the time when you are old, you don't seem to be 20 yet?"

"It's 19 after the New Year. ”

Shen Tiejun's words made Xu Lao's face full of admiration, and he didn't want him to change the conversation: "I read your paper again just now, and found that the first stage only mentioned seasonal vegetables, which means that the major cities in the first stage can only be radish greens, I remember you said about greenhouses?"

"Uh, yes. ”

Shen Tiejun didn't expect the old man's eyes to be so keen, not to mention, his memory was so good, he thought that he had already intervened and avoided the past, because now that he has poked this matter out, the ending behind is really unpredictable: "It's my little Liu Dagang who made some money this year, I asked him to find experts from the Zhou Provincial Institute of Agricultural Sciences, and wanted to plant out-of-season vegetables in the greenhouse, I heard relevant reports from abroad when I was in Yangcheng." ”

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