Fifty-two, Lala miscellaneous school starts

When they walked into the gate of the medical school, they were greeted by a five-story main building, flanked by small three-story buildings, connected to form an open triangular symmetrical whole, and a red banner hung on the main building: Warmly welcome new students!

They watched all kinds of parents accompany their children to report, and with the flow of people walking in the alley next to the main building, there is a basketball court around the corner, two half-new basketball hoops stand on both sides, and in the middle are the school's colorful clubs recruiting new people.

Seeing the elated appearance of his classmates, Shandan relieved some of his feelings of loss a little. Perhaps the essence of university life is originally the vividness of people, not the dilapidation of dilapidated buildings.

Following the signage for the new students, they came to a large classroom in a small two-story building, where rows of fixed seats were neatly arranged in this lecture hall that could accommodate four or five hundred people.

The sign at the door is the ninth level clinical undergraduate classroom.

There are still books scattered on the desks, and there are various cushions on the chairs.

In the front row, there are various procedures required for student registration, such as the registration office, the apartment office, the insurance office, the student union, and the youth league committee......

According to the process, the name was reported, and the money that should be paid was paid, and there were less than 300 yuan left in Shandan pocket.

The notice did not say that the bedding also cost money, but only said that it was an accommodation apartment and charged accommodation fees. If you don't want a futon, you need 260 yuan.

Then the seniors took the new students to the dormitory to pick up their luggage and move in.

There is a grade instructor named Jin Ziming who arranges everyone's accommodation, the 93rd grade clinical undergraduate freshmen live in the No. 2 apartment building, Shandan is in room 221 on the second floor, and the class is the second class.

Huang Puyang is in the first class and lives in room 216.

A small dormitory had four bunk iron-framed beds with a 20-centimeter-high fence on top of it, and a desk and a chair by the window in the middle. The remaining open space could only accommodate two people walking and turning.

The bedding in the dormitory has been put in, including a cotton tire, a quilt cover, a mattress, a bed sheet, a pillow, a pillowcase, and a wall cloth for each person, which have not yet been distributed.

Jin Zi mixed to sue sù Shandan, one person and one set. Said that since Shandan was the first to arrive, he would help everyone separate, put each person in each person's bed, and leave a shared bed to put the luggage.

Shandan readily agreed, thinking to himself what kind of person is the instructor, the life instructor, and the logistics manager?

Looking at Jin Zi's face, a face like who owed him eight hundred yuan, Shandan felt that the level of this university was estimated to be investigated. If such a vicious person is to be the instructor of the students, there is no doubt what kind of students will be guided.

While distributing the bedding, Shandan thought at the same time, but "those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid", everyone already has their own thoughts and abilities, where will the instructor be crooked? Don't talk about others, anyway, you can't.

However, with her imagination and simple experience, she could never have imagined that this college life was so unsightly.

Huang Puyang simply packed his luggage and came to Shandan to say that he was going to have something to eat, and his father was going to catch the last train back.

Shandan was embarrassed and said, "Go and eat, I have my own dry food, and I will eat it when I finish my work." ”

Huang Puyang's father said: "Let's eat a little together, you haven't eaten after getting motion sickness and vomiting, you two are in another grade, you have to help each other more in the future, let's go, I'll go back later." ”

Shandan saw that people were calling sincerely, but he was not too hypocritical, so he had to jump out of bed, wash his hands and follow out.

In this way, the university life began uneventfully, and there were seven people living in the dormitory, one from Baotou, one from Bameng, one from Hailar, one from Chifeng, one from Shanxi, and one from Beijing.

The classmates from Shanxi and Hailar are also children of poor families, and they have no luggage like Shandan.

Everyone else is big bags and small bags, big boxes and small boxes of things. The luggage bed was immediately stuffed to the brim.

The classmates in Beijing were sent by their parents, and there were only three boxes! The parents still asked their children, "What is missing?" Think about it, what is missing? We'll go out and buy it in a while. The child looked extremely impatient, "Enough!

Instructor Jin Zi followed behind the Pekingese, helping Ti Dong Naxi, nodding his head, and a flattering smile hung on the face full of meat.

Shandan looked at it coldly, and she suddenly thought of the appearance of Mr. Lu Xun's pug. This living dog is right in front of you. It was the first time she had seen such a naked flattery! She couldn't bear to look at it, so she walked out of the dormitory.

Everyone was busy packing their things, and the last student from Hailar suddenly said that he couldn't see the sheets. Shandan was surprised, obviously she had all been divided into their own beds.

Shandan asked everyone to see if they had gotten mixed in with someone else's place, and the scene of chaos in the dormitory might have been mixed up elsewhere.

But everyone said they didn't see it.

Shandan was very strange, could it still fly? She searched the whole dormitory and couldn't find it.

The classmates who didn't have sheets had to report to the instructor, Jin Zi came to scan, and his eyes like knives swept over everyone's faces, and Shandan said, "Obviously I had enough when I distributed them, why are they missing now?"

Director Jin slammed the door without saying a word and left.

And the classmate who happened to come from Baotou brought his own quilt cover sheet and the bed sheet were the same, so the classmate was called by Director Jin to interrogate carefully several times, this classmate was the youngest in the dormitory, just seventeen years old, and couldn't stand the suspicion of Director Jin, and cried aggrievedly.

The mother and several aunts who came to deliver it at home had to go to Jin Gui to explain that the mask was bought at the market by their own family. It's not as big as the size of the college's hair, so it must not be that the classmate lost it.

Director Jin didn't look for this classmate again, but since then, the two have taken over Liangzi, and the little classmate has a grudge, and he is always awkward when he sees that Director Jin doesn't show anything wrong.

The military training at the beginning of the school year also came as scheduled, eight classes in the whole grade, each class is a platoon, the "platoon leader" of the second class is a Sichuan baby, who is not as old as the students, speaks Sichuan Mandarin, and sometimes suddenly comes out a few words of Sichuan dialect, after being laughed by the classmates, the white face immediately turned red like a shandan flower.

Half a month of military training was intense, but it was also wonderful.

Housekeeping is a big difficulty, and if the quilt is folded like a tofu block, how is it possible? The newly issued cotton tires are packed in the quilt cover, like steamed buns that have just come out of the cage, and no matter how they are repaired, they cannot be compared with the tofu blocks.

The boy came up with a solution: wet the cotton tire with water, the cotton tire will not be fluffy, and of course it can become a "tofu block".

Looking at the boy's "tofu block", the classmates from Beijing were eager to try, Shandan thought to himself, the cold winter has not yet come, and the cotton tire will be as hard as an iron sheet after watering and wetting, how can it resist the cold winter?

Shandan advised the students in Beijing not to wet the quilt, because the winter in Inner Mongolia is very cold, and the school's heating is not strong yet, in case the heating is not strong enough, the temperature is minus twenty or thirty degrees, and the quilt is not warm.

The housekeeping competition in dormitory 221 was the last in the class, but when they fell asleep with a warm quilt in winter, the boy next door shivered in the cold quilt.

There is a lot to be lined up in the dormitory, Shandan really told everyone how old he is, and Zhao Xiaozhu, who didn't want Chifeng, kept asking everyone before saying his age, Shandan was inexplicably ranked as the boss, and she didn't care at all for Shandan at all.

Age is one's own, is it big to say that it is big? Can you go back to your mother's womb and start over again? Shandan doesn't have so many flowers and intestines in his simple heart, and he doesn't have so many scheming to care about these boring things.

It's just that the military training hasn't ended yet, and the newly washed sheets in the dormitory next door are lost, and the whole grade is like a smashed pot.

Jin Zi held a grade assembly in a frustrated manner, saying: "221 lost a sheet at the beginning of the school year! Now another sheet is gone! I want to see how this thief stole it?! Everyone take action, we must catch him! Our pure campus will not give these thieves a hiding place for chickens and dogs!"

Then, everyone talked about it one after another, and the matter was over.

Half a month of military training ended soon, and the students and instructors were reluctant to say goodbye in tears.

Shandan just beckoned goodbye to the instructor, she couldn't understand that in just half a month, in the face of these fierce instructors at a young age, how did the classmates accept such a deep friendship, and they cried bitterly when they parted?

Shandan sorted out his textbooks, read the class schedule, and found that he had to take eight classes a day, one subject unit for every two classes, which was more than the homework burden in high school!

This is how five years of university life have begun!