When Jian Mingyue started school on his side, Jian Mingyang's academic life on the other side was not so beautiful and happy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because many people are fighting for the quota of graduate students in American universities, at this time, most of the graduate students are still holding scholarship-plated senior advantage resources, who doesn't want to go, but anyone who has a little news and way will be blushing at this opportunity.

And Jian Mingyang is just a recommended student under the care of the professor, there is no way, no background, just relying on his own excellent academic skills, then this place is a high-rise empty pavilion, unattainable.

There are six graduate students who participate in the recommendation with him, and there are still two places, so you can imagine how fierce the competition is.

There have been various versions of the rumors circulating in the school, and Jian Mingyang actually doesn't want to pay attention to it, but ignoring it doesn't mean that he doesn't know.

There will be people whispering in your ears from time to time, and this kind of self-righteous notification will often disturb Jian Mingyang's calm mind.

The opportunity of graduate students in the United States, he feels that he is more qualified to go, in terms of academic knowledge, he should be outstanding, can not be said to be the only one, but also one of the best rankings, the language of English is also absolutely excellent, because Jian Mingyue reminded that the world in the future will be an era of unimpeded information exchange, no national border can prevent the spread of information, in order to adapt to this change, a good foreign language is completely necessary.

And Jian Mingyang is a person who prepares for a rainy day, he will be ready for anything, and English is definitely treated as a serious thing by Jian Mingyang, so it is worth being proud that now Jian Mingyang's English is almost comparable to the level of English majors, or even higher.

On the one hand, he exercised his oral skills, and on the other hand, he also taught Chinese, so he also met a lot of foreign friends, because he was smart and studious, enthusiastic and resolute, hearty and straightforward, and won a lot of friendships.

These are all capital that Jian Mingyang feels is worthy of pride, but under the grapevine, these of his own seem to become less important, there is no key background and doorway, what is the way?

Jian Mingyang knows that it is the so-called gift-giving.

But he disdains to do this, it's not that he doesn't have money, the 1,000 yuan that Jian Mingyue gave him is still on top of his passbook, it's not that he can't use it, it's that Jian Mingyang feels that if he gets the graduate school quota by taking money as a gift, then he is sorry for the money.

This money is the hard-earned money of his family, and he knows better than anyone how hard this money is, because he has personally walked the long and difficult road, and every penny is a mixture of blood and tears, pain and distress.

He didn't want to use a penny, because he felt that he couldn't easily enjoy the money made by his family's blood and tears, and he would rather be busy with his homework every Saturday and Sunday from morning to night, and even he thought of wholesale some socks to set up a stall near the school to earn living expenses, rather than use the money.

He felt that he was a man, and that he should be able to support himself! Even to support his family, he was not a man who was used to reaching out.

So if you want to take money to bribe the head of the department or the school leader, he can't do it, it's not that he can't pull his face, he can't do it. can't cross the threshold in his heart.

So this kind of rumor has become a problem for Jian Mingyang.

In the cold winter of December, the first snow fell.

When the earth was covered in silver, the list of graduate students finally came out.

As expected, Jian Mingyang fell off the list.

There is no Jian Mingyang in the two places.

They are the nephews of the head of one department, and the other is a student who is usually inferior to Jian Mingyang in all aspects.

The trickiness of this is self-evident.

Jian Mingyang silently packed up his books in the professor's regretful sigh, and for the first time pushed down the tutoring class that night, and sat in the tavern alone.

The hot and spicy two-pot head burned the entire stomach along his throat, making Jian Mingyang feel a surge of heat rushing to his temples, and the astringency in his eyes seemed to be forced out of tears.

I don't understand human feelings, I don't have common sense in human relationships, and I am trapped in the illusion created by my own science champion, but in fact, I have nothing, and I can't do anything.

If you know that you can use money to open up that seemingly unattainable dream channel, then how can you be so stupid and think that following the rules is the right way.

If no one else obeys the right path, then it is not the way, it is a one-plank bridge.

Knowledge changes fate, in fact, this is the lie of the self-righteous guy who deceived him.

Knowledge can't change fate, otherwise there would be no joke about yourself today.

One cup!

Two cups!

Three cups!

The dizziness and extreme depression brought by a bottle of two pots in the stomach, the grievances in his heart formed a anger that could not be vented, and his eyes were glowing with green fluorescence, like a wild wolf looking for prey, he wished that he was now on the mountain of his own village, and he could roar at the empty mountains and forests to vent this unhappiness and sorrow.

But between the brick and mud buildings of the city, he can only be an ignorant young man who is stuck in place and drinking stuffy.

"Boss, check out!"

Jian Mingyang threw down the banknote, and for the first time felt that this banknote was so unsightly and unaccustomed.

Dizzy, the rickety Jian Mingyang rushed out of the gate, waving his arms at the sparse cars passing by in the cold December wind, and burst into tears on the street like a madman.

He came here with the hope of his hometown, younger siblings and parents, and he thought that it was natural to jump out of the dragon gate, but in fact it was not so easy, he was a little discouraged and thought, why not stay at home and send oil residue, doing that is more fulfilling than the current life, and there is a real human atmosphere.

In this kind of grievance, Jian Mingyang staggered and bumped into the tall foreign white man who came towards him, attracting a series of English curses from the other party, of course, the other party obviously regarded him as a drunk man who had nothing to do, unceremoniously - showing the advantages of his national language, and pouring a series of nonsensical words into Jian Mingyang's body.

even stretched out his hand to push and push, in his eyes, this man from Huaguo, thin and small, full of alcohol, is a timid and cowardly drunkard.

In the other party's contemptuous roar, Jian Mingyang accurately and clearly spit out a series of rounded English to quickly respond to the ridicule of the tall white man, and in the other party's surprised eyes, Jian Mingyang found a long-lost sense of victory.

Go to his America!

Go to his graduate school!

Lao Tzu is not waiting!