The days went by with ups and downs, and the fear of students that existed in my heart was gone, and the rest was the pressure of learning Korean. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's hard to get involved in a new language, and it's too difficult for me to imagine a person who has been studying English for more than a decade but has been hovering above and below the passing score to relearn a language in a year and ask to reach the level of normal communication with foreigners.

But the progress made up for my dissatisfaction, at least I learned a little.

Another thing that bothers me is the distance between school and home.

My home is so far away from the language school, I take the bus at 6 o'clock in the morning, arrive at 9 o'clock in the morning, and come home from school in the afternoon It is dark, and it is really distressing for me to be like this every day.

So I made the great decision to stay near the language school.

The dormitory of the language school is next to the language school, I have been to see it before, it is too narrow, almost crowded with people, if the police uncle comes to a surprise inspection, it will be mistaken for us to engage in pyramid schemes.

But fortunately, I was in another dormitory during that time (that language school is divided into Korean and Japanese departments, and the accommodation conditions in the Japanese department are better than those in the Korean department. It just so happened that there was a bed vacated, and there was no one to live in, so I took advantage of it.

And the price is also very cheap, about 400 yuan a month, which is very good to be able to rent at such a price in our perverted city.

The dormitory is a very old unit building, and at the beginning of April, the cherry blossoms planted in front of the building were about to bloom.

"Hey, hey." I carried my bedding cover, and it had to weigh dozens of pounds to say the least, and I stopped all the way to get here.

I swiped my card to enter the door and arrived quickly as it was on the ground floor. I reached for the key and opened the door, and a cacophony of voices filled the air.

But it gave me a hint of a high school dormitory.

"Eh, hello." I pushed open the door to my room with my luggage.

"Yo, the new guy." There was a person sitting at the desk next to the door, conservatively estimated to be thirty years old, short and fat with a typical uncle's appearance, and he looked like the money shopkeeper in "Wulin Inn".

"Great... Hello brother. "I almost called out my uncle, but I held back.

"Okay, okay." The money shopkeeper pulled down the earphones hanging on his ears and pointed to the upper bunk on the left, "You live there as soon as the people go back." ”

"Oh yes." I looked at the dormitory, it was about six or seven square meters, two rows of bunk beds, one left and one right, against the wall, and there was a desk in the middle about a little more than a meter away, but what surprised me was that there was a big window on the opposite wall, which could see the park outside.

The light was pretty good, and the sun in the west could still hit the wooden floor.

I've really found a treasure.

I put all the covers in my duffel bag, put down the pots and pans, and after I cleaned up, I looked back at the money shopkeeper, and I was still lying on my desk with headphones on my headphones listening to the Japanese listening and writing the Japanese practice questions under my hand.

I decided not to disturb him and went outside on my own.

Outside, the park is covered with plants, and it looks like an oasis in the city.

After walking south for about ten minutes, I smelled the sea.

I was a little surprised and walked for a few minutes to see the sea.

Good guy, so close to the sea.

I went back to my dormitory before night fell, thinking that I had no food to eat, so I went out again as a single person.

It's not a good feeling, because I usually have my classmates around me at dinner.

There is no little joke in my ears, which makes me a little lost.