When Yan Huan'er returned to the dormitory, she folded Ma Jianjian's clothes, put them in a plastic bag, and prepared to return them to him when class next week. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

For this reason, Lin Feng and the others laughed at a Sunday. It was only when Yan Huan'er was about to become angry that she let her go.

No one expected that on Sunday night, a typhoon would come.

This time, the name of the typhoon is "Finney Boss", and I don't understand why the typhoon has such a foreign name. Finney Pos, don't you die?, Yan Huan'er laughed a few times in her heart.

Due to the fierce ravages of the typhoon, the flowers and plants on the campus, the branches and leaves, were destroyed in the strong wind, and even some weak flowers and plants fell aside.

When I listened to the news in the morning, I also heard that the beautiful lawn of Huandao Road was full of golden sand. Yan Huan'er had never seen this kind of battle, so she couldn't imagine what it would be like to push the lawn full of sand, could it be a sand flat?

As a result, the loudspeaker on campus sounded again: reminding everyone to be careful when traveling, try not to go out if there is nothing to do, and stay in the dormitory. It is estimated that the typhoon wind will reach positive wind force 10 tonight, so the wind will be stronger in the afternoon, so everyone will stay in the dormitory in the afternoon and do not have to go to class.

In the middle of last night, Yan Huan'er and a few people were troubled by the roar of the typhoon for a night. When I woke up early in the morning, the campus was full of gardeners and volunteer students who were rescuing flowers and plants.

Yan Huan'er was walking in the windy campus at this time, hurrying to the classroom with a plastic bag.

But when I got to the classroom, I realized that Ma Jianshe didn't come to class today. Yan Huan'er had no choice but to sit in the last row of the classroom with a plastic bag, lonely.

The morning class was over, and Ma Jianshe still didn't show up. It seems that I will not go back to school today. After Yan Huan'er returned to the classroom in charge of the first class, she sighed at Ma Jianjian's empty seat, and had to hold the plastic bag and prepare to go back.

At this time, Wu Xiaoli ran in from outside. Ever since she became an administrative officer in the student union, she has become very busy. Seeing that her feet don't touch the ground all day long, Yan Huan'er doesn't know what she's busy with. As a cultural officer, there is nothing to do.

It has been several months since I entered the university, and the first half of the semester is still more than a month away, and the verification of the application of poor students arranged by the school some time ago is also nearing completion.

What Wu Xiaoli has to do is to go to the class to implement the content on the application form, whether the family situation of the poor student is consistent with the application, and arrange for a personnel interview.

Therefore, she has been very busy recently, and there are no less than 80 applications from poor students in Yan Huan'er's class alone.

As soon as Wu Xiaoli saw Yan Huan'er, she took her hand and said, "Do me a favor, you can help me go to the third class to get the form back, okay?" Also, this is the timetable of the interviewers, you tell these poor students to come to the student union for an interview according to the above time. If you don't come, your application won't be approved, so you must remember to tell them. ”

As he spoke, he shook Yan Huan'er's arm twice, stuffed her with a stack of papers, and had a pleading look on her face.

"I'm going to take care of the fourth shift later. This school is so big, I ran over department by department, and I was going to break my leg. And this damn typhoon blew people away, and I went back and forth several times to find it. ”

Wu Xiaoli vomited bitterness.

Yan Huan'er replied happily, "Okay." ”

After asking the person who connected clearly, he and Wu Xiaoli left separately.

Unexpectedly, the typhoon in the coastal city is really powerful!

In one night, I actually knocked down a lot of small trees. Every road on campus is lined with a mess of flower pots rolling around. The flower mud was sprinkled all over the ground.

Gardeners are rescuing small trees that have been blown down, and some student volunteers are also collecting broken flower pots in a basket in the wind, and the fallen flowers and plants are put together in plastic bags.

Yan Huan'er had already picked up a lot of small flower pots all the way out of the dormitory in the morning.

This "you don't die" is really spicy, and it's still on the way here, so it's enough to toss a campus like this.

There were very few people on the road, and a few sporadic students were also running wildly with their heads and shoulders shrunk in the wind.

The road leading to the third class was originally the most beautiful road for the school's landscaping. Usually both sides of the road are beautiful and beautiful, but at this time, it is really a bit messy. Everywhere there are small flower pots that have fallen and broken.

It seems that when the typhoon passes, these small flower pots will never be placed here again.

Yan Huan'er lifted them one by one and put the flower pots together as close as possible. So, she walked very slowly along the way.

But this "you don't die" has been blowing! There have been a few times when Yan Huan'er has a feeling of being pushed away by the wind. As soon as I turned around, the small flower pot that was held up in front of me was scraped down a few more.

Yan Huan'er had no choice but to come back and help another one and leave. One turned around, poured another, came back again, and left again. If you turn around again, you won't fall, and you can rest assured that you will go away.

Yan Huan'er thought that what she saw with her eyes would be helped, and what she couldn't see with her eyes would be left to others to do. Somebody will do it.

Therefore, along the way, Yan Huan'er is like a big black bear that has broken a corn cob, breaking one and losing one, which is very funny.

But that's it, and it didn't affect Miss Yan's mood. Continue to walk all the way, help all the way, and resolutely make the big black bear to the end!

Only to someone behind him laughed and asked, "Hey, I said this classmate, you're too funny, aren't you?"

Yan Huan'er heard this, and turned back in the wind.

Yan Huan'er bent over and looked at the small flower pot in the state, but she didn't expect that this turn around made her little heart "flutter" and beat a lot. The man's smile dazzled Yan Huan'er's eyes.

I couldn't tell if this person was a student or a young teaching assistant. He wore a light gray tweed green striped plaid suit, a dark green turtleneck sweater underneath, a pair of thin tweed smoky gray trousers, straight seams, and a book in his hand.

The whole person is indescribably handsome and upright, and his temperament is elegant. This person happened to look at Yan Huan'er with a smile.

Yan Huan'er couldn't help blushing, and stammered back: "I, I, I, I don't know where to put it, there must be someone to help me." ”

After speaking, Yan Huan'er turned her head and ran.

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled behind him: "What are you running, I didn't ...... Hey, you're ......."

The remaining half of the sentence was blown away by the wind.

When she arrived at the third class, Yan Huan'er's heart was still beating "plopping". I can't tell if it's because of the trotting all the way, or because of the surprise of turning around.

found the squad leader of the third class outside and told me what he meant.

The squad leader is a boy, surnamed Sun, chubby, and he smiled before he spoke, so Yan Huan'er's heart was a little beating, but gradually settled down.

The squad leader handed a few forms to Yan Huan'er, but frowned and said, "There are more monks and less porridge, can you apply again and give us two more places?"

Yan Huan'er was a little embarrassed: "This, I can't answer you, I'll bring your opinions, Wu Xiaoli is responsible for this matter, otherwise, if you contact her directly in the future, she will be clearer." ”

When squad leader Sun heard this, he laughed twice, revealing a little bit of incomprehension. Also, they are all students, what right do they have to decide?

Yan Huan'er took the forms and walked back. All the way, just look at the list on the form.

Zhao Xiaobing, Liu Ertou, Wang Meihua, Zhang Xiaoyue...... They are all poor children, much more difficult than themselves. I still have 600 yuan of living expenses a month, looking at the students on this form, it turns out that some families only earn a few thousand yuan a year, how can this be enough to live.

Yan Huan'er sighed all the way as she went. It turns out that he is not the worst one, so what reason is there not to live well?

Back in the classroom of the first class, Wu Xiaoli was not there. Yan Huan'er thought that these students were waiting for the subsidy to be distributed, and they couldn't delay time, so they turned around and ran to the student union office.

When I got there, Wu Xiaoli was really there. Yan Huan'er handed her the stack of forms. Wu Xiaoli naturally thanked her repeatedly.

After the matter was explained, when Yan Huan'er was about to go out, Zhou Chengze came over and stopped her.

"Yan Huan'er, the theme of the next issue of the board newspaper is self-reliance, self-esteem and self-improvement. Write me a manuscript when you get back. In addition, the student union has won some work-study positions, you cooperate with Wu Xiaoli and notify those poor students to apply. ”

Yan Huan'er thought for a while and agreed.

On Wu Xiaoli's list, in addition to the students who can receive subsidies, the other students have drawn up a notice list in accordance with the principle of reporting the annual family income from low to high.

After doing this, the two of them looked at it and saw that it was almost noon. Wu Xiaoli said, "Don't go to the cafeteria to eat, let's go eat outside." ”

Yan Huan'er wrinkled her nose and shook her head with a smile.

Wu Xiaoli sighed and said, "You, I really haven't seen someone who loves to eat canteens so much." ”

Yan Huan'er stretched out her hand and clicked on the ranking table on the table: "There are still theirs, maybe they can't even eat in the canteen." ”

Speaking of this, Wu Xiaoli's face also sank, and she sighed silently: "Okay, let's go to the cafeteria together." I'm going to be nice to my dad when I get home. ”

Yan Huan'er soured her nose in her last sentence.