Dormitory, 9:40 p.m. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The water tank was flowing loudly, the students were pouring water in their pants, the sound of laundry, scolding, calling friends to occupy the tank was noisy and chaotic, and from time to time there was the whistle and scolding of the housekeeper Teacher Chen...... Yang Zijian, Xie Xiaoqin, Lin Xun, Lin Yi, and Meng Yun passed through the first floor of the refugee camp and walked up the stairs briskly.

Upstairs was also noisy, the corridor was full of the sound of running with slippers, and the noisy "disco" music was playing in dormitory 402, and when he arrived in his room 405, Yu Mao was singing out of tune "A Fire in Winter" in his duck voice.

"I'm tired!" Yang Zijian took off his shirt and fell on the bed and didn't want to move, this was tired, within a day, the test of the three big editors opposite, one of them was the daughter of the deputy mayor, and then dealt with the police station, Wang Yun's father was a typical smiling tiger, kind on the surface, but in fact, he was high and didn't take him in his eyes at all.

At this time, the head of the house, Tang Weiquan, ran up and shouted: "Fan Long and Gu Anjun are almost finished, which of you will go down to occupy their slots?" ”

"I'll go, I'll go," Meng Yun hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Zijian, let's go down together." ”

Yang Zijian said weakly: "I want to take a break, it's okay to wash later, you go first!" ”

So, Yu Mao and Meng Yun ran down with towels, basins, and soaps.

Xie Xiaoqin sat on the bed listening to music with headphones, the tape rustled, he suddenly thought of something, and got up again to sort out the exercise book.

Lin Yi seemed to be tired like a dead dog, lying on the opposite side and humming, and then shouted: "I entered the police station today, I will never be afraid of the police in the future!" ”

Tang Weiquan was drying his shorts, and was startled by Lin Yi's strange scream, and asked, "What is there to be afraid of the police?" Unless you've done something illegal? ”

Lin Yi snorted dissatisfiedly, took out his notebook and said proudly: "I interviewed the director, instructor, and a police flower today. ”

At this time, Fan Long came in, listened to Lin Yi's words, and was a little dissatisfied, he was the son of the deputy mine manager of Jiafu Coal Mine, and he was a little arrogant and mean, so he sarcastically said: "You are just a little follower." It doesn't seem that you have a share in the newsletter articles of your literary society, you are just looking up the dictionary to help find typos. Yang Zijian can write, Wang Yun's father is the director, Zhang Yimin and Qian Li's last essay was used as a model text, you have this opportunity by patting Yang Zijian's sycophants......"

"What do you say, I'm doing proofreading!"

"Proofreader, you're a little follower!"

Then the two had a small quarrel.

Yang Zijian couldn't get a rest if he wanted to, so he had to get up, patted Xie Xiaoqin's bed and said, "Xiaoqin, don't listen to the song, let's go downstairs to pick up Meng Yun's class." ”

Xie Xiaoqin reluctantly said, "Wait a minute, let me finish listening...... Okay, I'll just come down ......"

At 10:10 a.m., the dormitory lights suddenly went out.

Immediately loud and unconscious, there were voices of protest, cursing, and intimidation from the upper and lower floors of the dormitory.

Teacher Chen blew a sharp whistle, walked back and forth in the corridor, and roared angrily: "Who is it, who was scolding me just now, stand outside!" ”

Yang Zijian and Xie Xiaoqin had just finished taking a shower at this time, and walked lazily past Teacher Chen with a cool body, returned to the 405 dormitory, and changed their underwear and vest by the starlight outside the window.

When Yang Zijian was just lying on the bed and about to sleep, he found that Fan Long and Lin Yi were still arguing, just now they stopped because they came in, and now they continue to quarrel.

"Hey, don't make any noise." Of course, Yang Zijian has to stand on Lin Yi's side, he explained, "The division of labor in the interview is different, this time Lin Yi participated, and the name of the correspondent of the manuscript will also have his share, and Lin Yi will soon be published in the newspaper." ”

Lin Yi immediately let out a victorious laugh.

Fan Long froze for a moment, flipped a few times depressedly on the bed, and then said, "Yang Zijian, do you like Wang Yun or Zhang Jin?" Hehe, I think Zhang Jin is suitable for you, don't think that you have become a little writer now, and there are reporters to interview, but so what, you are just a farmer's son. Do you know who Wang Yun's mother is, she is the head of a branch of the bank, and her father is the director of the police station, both leading cadres. ”

Yang Zijian said calmly: "Sleep!" ”

The next day, Saturday morning.

After reading the press release of "The People's Will as a Scale--Chengxi Police Station Striving for 'People's Satisfaction' and Achieving Remarkable Results" brought by Wang Yun, he felt that it was not bad, so he made a phone call with an editor friend from the news department of the Youth Daily and got everything done.

Lin Kechun has been in contact with her since she taught Chu Nu, and he also feels the importance of quality education to students, so he will support Yang Zijian and Wang Yun to make the "Oak" magazine bigger.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

A bus with the body painted "Nanjian Bearing Factory" drove to the station near the gate of No. 1 Middle School. This factory car was transferred by Director Wang to a friend, and he worked hard to be a good literary president for his daughter.

Wang Yun organized twenty-five members to get on the bus, but found that one person was missing, and asked Lin Yi anxiously: "What about Yang Zijian, I saw him just now, why didn't he disappear in a blink of an eye?" ”

Lin Yi said: "He forgot to buy gifts for his sister and brother, so he just ran into the stationery store...... Ah, he's out. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Yang Zijian running over with a travel bag and a plastic bag in his hand, revealing a beautiful pencil case at the mouth of the bag, and as soon as he got into the car, the door closed with a "hiss", and the driver drove the factory car and drove quickly towards the south of the city.

"May Flowers - Sing Together!" Wang Yun stood next to the driver, as a propaganda committee, she always had to mobilize everyone's emotions and encourage everyone's morale, so before the car left the city, she mobilized everyone to sing.

Twenty-five members immediately sang in unison.

"May flowers bloom all over the field

Flowers cover the blood of the aspirants

To save this dying nation

They fought tenaciously and never stopped......"

At first, everyone sang passionately in the city section, but when they left the flat concrete floor of the city and entered the mountains outside the city, they were not in the mood to continue singing.

Fujian is mountainous, the asphalt provincial road is rugged, taking the car begins to be like taking a boat, and there are potholes from time to time, everyone is constantly undulating and bumping, and the five organs are displaced, even Wang Yun also sits tightly on the seat, dangling from time to time, and crashing towards Yang Zijian.

With a "bang", the factory car suddenly made a sharp turn.

Wang Yun was unprepared for a while, and pounced on Yang Zijian's body, her delicate and soft cherry lips were attached to his face, as if she had kissed her, she blushed and quickly straightened her body, her five fingers tightly grasped a small handle by the window, and her eyes were watery.

Yang Zijian was startled, looked left and right, and found that no one noticed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that if Director Wang knew, maybe it would be a gun.