Chapter 69: College Students Return to Agriculture for Research

After that New Year's Eve, Xu Tianlong tried to get the promise back, but I didn't give it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

When it was time to elect the class activists, a miracle happened, and the grandson resigned as class president before the election. Then, in the election, he won the only place to join the party in one fell swoop.

The empty promise I was made is now knocking out my teeth and swallowing it in my stomach, and it is really a deep urban routine. I only had a helpless wry smile.

Afterwards, I found him, and he opened his heart and said to me: "I am expected by everyone, I don't believe you go to check the votes of that election to see if there is any suspicion of cheating, besides, if you fail the course, even if you report it, it will be a waste of a place, what a pity." ”

I'll go to him with a big watermelon. Li didn't want to pay attention to the grandson, tore the note to shreds in front of him, turned around and left.

Later, I regretted it, why didn't I show it to the instructor? Maybe the grandson's place has also been canceled.

But after thinking about it, doing this is tantamount to making enemies with the whole class, how can you live in the future?

After thinking about it, let's forget it. Be honest and be squeezed, this life is this life.

Sure enough, the good times didn't last long, an academic science and technology competition about college students was won by Lu Cong, and I volunteered to participate, so my devil's journey was about to begin.

A team can only accommodate a maximum of four people, me, Lu Cong, and one of his friends, a girl. We stand together on three sides to discuss big things.

However, the problem comes again, without qualified instructors, this research group is not established, and qualified teachers, who cares about these small cases that do not make money, and teachers without qualifications, cannot be indiscriminately filled.

Eventually, we welcomed our fourth member, a girl, who came up and said that she was here to put up a list. He is not involved in the research and the production of the research report, but he can find the instructor who is listed. The reward was to sign her name at the end of the paper.

In order for our paper to be successfully submitted, we can only make such sacrifices. The three of us acquiesced. Then, we had a teacher with the title of associate professor as our instructor, but, unfortunately, the instructor was also listed. We do not participate in any research during the whole process.

This leaves us a little isolated. Several of us looked at each other, and it felt as if we had entered a big hole. We dug this pit ourselves.

Without any assistance, we embarked on a long research journey.

The research topic is about the research of college students returning to agriculture, and I always feel fresh when I dabble in it for the first time, because we have never encountered the writing of the paper.

"Regarding the research report on the return of college students to farming, I conducted field research with the Provincial Youth League Committee last summer, and also talked to some seniors who returned to farming, at that time, out of novelty, I recorded it with my mobile phone, and got first-hand data from the Provincial Youth League Committee, with some preliminary data, we can avoid the preliminary research process, including the preface, abstract, background, meaning and other very trivial things at the beginning of the paper. Let's start straight to the text. "Lu Cong was able to win this topic, and he was really confident, and he still had a lot of resources in his hands.

"First of all, shouldn't we look for similar papers that give us some inspiration and framework?" I was very kind and spoke my thoughts.

"I've looked for this before, and there are very few similar papers on the Internet, because this topic of returning to agriculture has only been paid attention to in recent years, so the most difficult part for us is that there is no reference or framework, and we have to do it ourselves."

The other little friend's eyes suddenly dimmed, "That means that our arduous journey has not yet begun." ”

This little friend looked at Lu Cong with an innocent face, and Lu Cong said with a smile: "What we don't have, let's work hard to overcome it, believe me, Sister Xuan." ”

I learned from Lu Cong that our other friend is called Tang Xuan.

"Well, in this way, you see that I am also a girl, and you will let me list it too, okay? I also want to graduate, and when I look for a job, I have something on my resume that I can write on. ”

"Isn't it, you're here too? There are a group of four people, and both of them want to be listed, who will do this coolie work? Lu Cong was also a little anxious.

"Isn't there still you two handsome guys, I'll be responsible for quietly cheering you on." After that, she showed the cute girl expression unique to girls, trying to influence Lu Cong.

Fortunately, Lu Cong is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and knows that there are no cute girls in engineering colleges, only female men.

Immediately, he rolled his eyes and said, "Come less." Chairman Mao said that women can hold up half the sky. ”

"You can't speak. Who is it called a woman? After speaking, he picked up a book next to him and threw it on Lu Cong's head.

Lu Cong blocked and motioned for me to stop this farce.

I looked at the fight in front of me and seemed to have the illusion that I was back to my high school days and my frolicking with my tablemates.

It's just that, in the past two years, when I went to college, I didn't even have a place in the classroom, so how could I still be at the same table. Every time I look at the strangers around me, I can only silently pick up the book and listen carefully to the class, because I know that no one reminds me except myself that the teacher is coming, the notes are to be taken, where is the course talking, I sleep for a while, the teacher is coming, you call me, life.

It's not so much about freedom, but about a life where there is no longer being reminded.