Zhong Yuemin looked at the two roommates and thought it was very interesting, Zhang Jin was as thin as a hemp pole, but he had a global personality and was a chatter. Liu Guoqiang, who looks docile, is actually quite thick-skinned, and he is more obtuse to say that he is more insensitive, and he can ignore any sharp criticism.

The three of them talked in the dormitory for a long time, and no one came, and sure enough, as Zhang Jin said, there were really few people in the department who came to Beijing to report.

Suddenly, a bell was heard, and the entire dormitory building began to shake, and the stairs were full of thumping and stiffness.

"What's the matter?" Zhong Yuemin pushed his hand to the side of the bed, jumped to the ground, looked outside and said, "It's not an earthquake, right?"

Zhang Jin opened the door and looked out, and smiled: "It's time for dinner, and I went to the cafeteria to eat." ”

"Let's have a meal! How can it be so exaggerated, how can it be the same as a battle charge?" Liu Guoqiang said in horror as he looked at the crowd swarming in the corridor.

"Then you don't know, there are too many people in the school, the supply in the cafeteria is limited, and you won't have to eat if you go late!" Zhang Jindao, "Have you heard the school song?"

"I've heard that. Liu Guoqiang also sang: "The West Mountain is vast, the East China Sea is vast, our school is solemn, and the central ······ is tall."

"Hey, the brothers changed the lyrics and sang like this. Zhang Jin sang: "Shovels, bells, all students, come to the cafeteria." Chicken, duck and fish, stew and fry a plate, everyone lifts the chopsticks, cups and plates to light. The rice bucket comes from afar, the rice bucket comes from afar, and the food is still open, because you must grab it if you want to be full. You rob, I rob, because you have to be full, you have to rob ······"

Zhang Jin sang interestingly, Zhong Yuemin and Liu Guoqiang both laughed.

"I'm hungry when I hear you sing, let's go quickly, otherwise there won't even be any soup base left!" Zhong Yuemin picked up the guy who was eating in the net pocket and ran out of the door.

Zhang Jin and Liu Guoqiang also held an aluminum lunch box and fork in their hands, followed closely behind, and the three of them went straight to the canteen.

"There are many canteens in the courtyard, which one shall we go to?" asked Liu Guoqiang as he ran.

Zhang Jin took out the meal ticket in his pocket and said, "Eleventh Canteen, isn't it written on the meal ticket we received?"

Zhong Yuemin also held a meal ticket in his hand, the printed paper was very rough, the mimeographs did not seem to be dry, the name of the canteen was printed on it, and a few vegetables were drawn.

"Where is the eleventh canteen?" Liu Guoqiang ran out of breath.

"I don't know, just follow the people, it should be the closest cafeteria to our dormitory. Zhang Jin affirmed.

When Zhong Yuemin heard this, he resolutely followed the army and ran forward, what is more important than eating at this time?

Zhang Jin is thin, light in weight, and it doesn't take much effort to run, and he can keep up, but Liu Guoqiang can't, he hasn't run far, and his face has begun to turn pale.

"Are you okay, haven't you picked up soil and reclaimed the sea on Chongming Island?" Zhong Yuemin saw that Liu Guoqiang really couldn't keep up, so he put his arm on her arm and teased.

"Pick up the soil! How can you be fast!" Liu Guoqiang's Shanghainese dialect came out, "It's just a meal!"

Zhang Jin also ran to the back and put up Liu Guoqiang's other arm: "Then you will know later, the college students in the garden are really deadly to eat!"

"No, Zhang Jin, why are you so familiar?" Liu Guoqiang gasped, and had the leisure to ask Zhang Jin questions.

"My dad is from Tianjin, my mom is from Beijing, and my grandfather is a professor at the school.

"I'm Cao, I didn't expect your family to be still a scholarly family, disrespectful and disrespectful!" Zhong Yuemin said to Zhang Jin while running.

"Aren't you scolding? Now my grandson wants to be a scholar, and they are all stinky old men, and they are all devolved. Zhang Jin scolded.

Liu Guoqiang said: "Then you are also a local snake! No wonder you know so much inside information." You're going to cover me in the future!"

"Don't worry, buddy will definitely cover you! Make a big crotch for you!" Zhang Jin said with a smile.

"It's boring!" Liu Guoqiang scolded with a smile.

Zhong Yuemin also laughed next to him.

"Revolutionary soldiers should keep in mind

Three disciplines and eight points of attention

First, all actions are under command

Winning is in unison

Second, do not take a needle and thread from the masses

The masses support and like me

Third, all seizures must be returned to the public

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I finally ran to the door of the cafeteria, and suddenly there was a sound of singing, and I saw rows of soldiers standing at the door, neatly singing the three disciplines and eight attentions.

"What are these for? Why are you singing here?" Zhong Yuemin asked casually with a classmate, not worried about catching a mistake, anyway, it is definitely not a girl.

The student who was being dragged replied casually: "These are newly enrolled soldier cadets, waiting in line for dinner!"

"Why don't you just sing?" Liu Guoqiang interjected and asked.

"Carry forward the style, there are too many of you, let us eat first. The classmate replied.

"Oh, it's still our warriors cute!" Liu Guoqiang sighed, and said curiously: "Why don't you go in to eat?"

"I, I've eaten, otherwise who has the kung fu to talk to you?" The classmate looked at Liu Guoqiang like an idiot.

"I've eaten it too!" Liu Guoqiang said expressionlessly, turned to Zhong Yuemin and Zhang Jin and said, "You haven't eaten yet, hurry up and go in, I'll accompany you, I've been asked to wait for the soldiers and trainees!"

Zhong Yuemin glanced at him sideways, went straight into the cafeteria, and Zhang Jin followed, "No need to accompany, you have eaten, go back to the dormitory first." ”

Liu Guoqiang looked at the classmate who was watching, and then followed behind the two, shouting: "I'll still accompany you, it's all in the same dormitory, you're welcome!"

"Gua Wazi, I still want to deceive Lao Tzu, obviously I didn't eat it, I have to say eat it!" Seeing Liu Guoqiang enter the cafeteria with the lunch box, the bystander scolded and continued to watch the soldiers and cadets sing.

Zhong Yuemin was dumbfounded when he entered the cafeteria, the hall was full of square tables, seven or eight people at a table, all of them were eating with their heads buried in their heads, the sound of chirping and the sound of lunch boxes were all together, which could be called a pig farm.

"Hey, which one of you are going to tie it?" shouted a chubby old man with an armband.

"We are from the Department of Hydraulic Engineering, and we have just enrolled. Zhang Jin replied.

"How can there be a water conservancy project?" the old man muttered, and ordered: "Take the meal ticket and line up for dinner, and then go to table 46, which is in the corner over there, and there is a seat over there." ”

"Hey, thank you, uncle!" a few people lined up in the cafeteria.

After waiting for twenty minutes, it was finally Zhong Yuemin's turn, Zhong Yuemin handed over the meal ticket, and just wanted to order food, the aunt who was cooking took his lunch box, a spoonful of rice at the bottom, and then swished, and gave him a random dish, and it was piled up, and he poured half a spoonful of broth on it, "So thin, eat more!"

Zhong Yuemin looked at the chowder with a bitter face, I really want to tell my aunt, you filtered, this spoonful of oil soup is really unacceptable.

"Auntie, I'm also thin, you give me more. Zhang Jinxing, who was following Zhong Yuemin, rushed over the lunch box and said.

The aunt glanced at Zhang Jin, who looked like a pockmarked straw, and said while cooking: "You have a body and bones, you can't eat anymore, it's better to eat less and save some food!"

Zhang Jin's face turned pale with anger, "Then why did you fight so much just now?"

"How handsome is that classmate, isn't it pitiful to give less?" said the aunt of course.

Zhang Jin almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, isn't it more pitiful for me to be so thin, auntie?