At 11 o'clock in the morning, as usual, the bell rang for the end of class, and the students who had classes walked out of the classrooms one after another, and in an instant, the campus of Communication University was full of people.

After 5 minutes, the crowd dispersed, some went directly to the restaurant when they were hungry, some went to the stadium after changing their clothes for exercise, and many went back to the dormitory to wash and tidy up......

At 11:10, the campus radio station sounded, first a string of 30 wonderful soft music, and then the voice of the school girl Jiang Fei, who was as light as a fairy concubine, sounded as usual:

"Hello students, after a busy morning of schoolwork, it's time for the 'Concubine Yin Liushao' program, I'm Concubine Jiang'......"

Concubine Jiang's voice may not be recognizable enough for singing, but her speech is very good, Mandarin is very standard, and there is occasionally a tail note, with the unique soft and sweet charm of a southern woman, gentle, glutinous, and very comfortable in the ear.

“…… Today's program has a very special guest, who is also my personally very beloved brother. Now, let's ask him to introduce himself. ”

In the restaurant, a couple queuing up with lunch boxes couldn't help but mutter.

The girl shook her head and said, "Alas, I didn't expect to be forced by that young Jingjing, even Concubine Jiang is not exempt from vulgarity, and now I have invited guests." I just don't know who I invited, whether I won or didn't win that cream boy Yue Zongyang, don't you know, last time the surnamed Yue came to do the show, those brainless girls in our dormitory were like crazy, and the last brain supported Nian Jingjing, I'm so angry!"

The boy shook his head: "I don't think it's very likely, to be honest, although the surname Yue is disgusting, but in terms of popularity, ......"

As he spoke, a gentle and mellow voice sounded on the radio broadcast: "Teachers and students of Communication University, good afternoon, I am Jin Liang." ”

Bang dang. Bang dang. In the sparse restaurant, there was the sound of more than a dozen plates falling to the ground in an instant.

The boy and girl stared at each other with round eyes, and instantly felt that their hearts were about to jump out, just ...... What is this person introducing himself, isn't it an illusion in his ears?!

“…… This time, I came here at the invitation of Concubine Jiang, and at the same time, I also want to use the program "Concubine Yin Liushao" to discuss with you the "Legend of the Condor Heroes" that is being serialized......

The boy and the girl were shocked, and the surprise in their eyes was inexplicable, the two of them came together because of the activity of "Condor Horn", they are all Condor Shooting Fans!

"Here, the little girl's lunch box is slightly forward. The chef of the restaurant deducted the money from the meal card, scooped up a spoonful of rice, and reminded the girl.

"No...... Don't eat it! Give it to the next classmate!"

Only then did the girl react, grabbed the boy's hand, turned her head and ran in the direction of the school radio, and rushed out with the same excitement as they did, and there were more than two dozen people.

In a boy's dormitory, a man was taking a bath, humming a song while thinking carefully about the plot of yesterday's issue of "Shooting the Condor", washing and washing, and suddenly heard the word "Jin Liang" vaguely coming from the campus radio, and he was stunned for a moment, and then thought that it must be an auditory hallucination, how could Mr. Jin Liang appear on the radio, so he continued to wash......

Just didn't rub it twice, and heard the word "Condor shooting" again, quickly turned off the faucet, as soon as the sound of water stopped, he immediately felt the fluttering upstairs, and someone screaming, the situation was more exciting than the last time the Chinese team defeated Japan on penalties and defended the Asian Cup champion!

A possibility popped up in my heart, and I was suddenly a little uncalm, with foam all over my body, I wiped my face indiscriminately, put on slippers and walked to the door of the dormitory, opened a crack in the dormitory, and went out, and found that there were people coming and going in the corridor, and many people were red-faced and ran down in a hurry, as if an earthquake was coming, and shouted loudly: "Dude, what's the situation?!"

"Day, you're still taking a shower at this time! Mr. Jin Liang is here, right on the radio station! It is said that he also brought ten sets of autographed "Ping Trace" limited edition physical books!"

"Holy!"

A man opened the door and ran out, ran a few steps, and found that the people around him looked strange, only then did he wake up that he was still naked, and returned to the dormitory in frustration and reluctantly, while quickly wiping the foam with a bath towel, while complaining fiercely to himself: "Labor and management are really dogs! What kind of bath do you take in the daytime? Wash and wash, Jin Liang is here, and you still wash a JB hair ......."

On the No. 2 basketball court, several groups of classmates had some small disputes because of the field, and the tall and thin student who occupied the shady field first put the basketball on the ground, and the cow coaxed: "I arrived first, I have the final say." We are a group of four people, divided into six groups and started fighting. There are five balls in total, and which gang loses and which gang plays. Of course, the three people in my group have to choose by myself!"

"That's not possible, all the masters are picked by you, so won't you be able to fight until you don't want to fight?"

"That's it, I play here every day, everyone knows who has a high level, turn the ball or stretch out your hand, look at luck, the fairest!"

"If you don't agree, we won't play! No, I'll shoot alone......"

The tall and thin man played with splashes, simply squatted down, and sat on the basketball, with a posture of "the territory occupied by labor and capital, and no one wants to play if they don't give in".

At this moment, Jin Liang's voice sounded on the radio, and the classmates who had been kind to him a few seconds ago ran out in an instant, leaving him alone to squat on the basketball like a fool, looking at the empty field, only a few leaves rolled in the wind on the ground in front of him, and he was suddenly stunned and gloomy......

In a lecture hall, the end of class has arrived, but because the teacher has something to do with the four classes in the next week, he assigns coursework in advance and asks the students to complete it by themselves in class.

As he was talking, Jin Liang's self-introduction suddenly came from the radio, and with a bang, it was like boiling water poured into the rat's nest, and the originally quiet lecture hall was in an instant uproar, and more than sixty percent of the students seemed to have nails under their buttocks. Helplessly, this is a professional course that counts as admission points, and the teacher can't afford to offend him, so he doesn't dare to go directly, so he has to endure it.

"Just now, I was talking, I didn't hear it too clearly, what was it saying on the radio?"

The teacher, who was assigning homework, stopped, raised his glasses, and asked.

Mr. Jin Liang, who wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", was a guest on the school radio station and is now interacting with everyone. A female classmate in the first row explained, with a trembling voice.

As soon as her voice fell, the teacher's eyes under the thick lenses lit up imperceptibly, and then quickly put away the teaching materials and put them in the bag, turned around and walked out.

"That...... Teacher, only halfway through the homework?" "The students are all confused, what's going on, this is the strictest teacher in the academy!"

"Homework?"

The stern teacher didn't reply.

"No homework!"