Alas? Isn't that coming?

Professor Martin subconsciously looked up at the direction where the voice came from, why is this kid so different from the real person and the photo? Columbia, a place to promote yourself, is it appropriate for you to dress yourself up in a dusty face?

If you want Qin Guan to know this, you will definitely protest loudly, I am here to go to school, not to film, the students in this school seem to be in a hurry and so low-key, I publicized it, isn't that hatred. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Professor Martin didn't have time to think about it, but began to make an opening statement to the freshmen: "As you walk along the tree-lined paths along the Hudson River, you are accompanied by two-term presidents of the United States, and in your hands are 97 Nobel laureates. ”

"What a beautiful sentence, but as your future mentor, I want to hit you the head."

"Wake up, classmates, if this scene is really realized, then it will be a hell of a life, if anyone can stand calmly by the river, I will praise him for not being afraid of death."

"Don't talk nonsense, after entering the School of Economics of my Columbia University, there are only two possibilities for you to have time to dream, one is that you can't pass the exam and give up on yourself, and the other is the king of geniuses, who can easily complete the homework I assigned."

"Of course, the first one can be achieved at any time, but the second is not possible in my course with Professor Martin, and today we are going to talk about the financial system of Columbia University..."

Professor Martin, accompanied by the flowers quietly blooming outside the window and the cicadas that were unwilling to be lonely, opened his impassioned first class, and Qin Guan, as a scholar, couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

It wasn't until the bell rang for the end of class that Qin Guan reacted, he was about to go out with a book like he usually did in college, but he found that it seemed that some old Colombian students, but none of them had their butts out of their seats.

"Okay, now that class is over, let's start assigning today's homework... are the core views of the three financial systems of Columbia...."

What? And homework? What about you playing with me?

Qin Guan, who hadn't written homework for many years, was stunned, although he had published a lot of papers, he rarely had homework when he was in college.

Some of the same freshmen as Qin Guan also heard the professor's words and recorded them honestly.

"Okay, you can send it to my mailbox before class tomorrow, and everyone will disband."

Qin looked at the questions of one major category and four sub-items in his hand, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, this pile of homework will be tomorrow?

What a lot of intensity this is, it simply reminds Qin Guan of his lovely senior year of high school.

It may also be because there is no second Asian student in the class except Xu Xiaoxiao and Qin Guan, this boy with a thick bottle bottom, looking at Qin Guan's puzzled face, took the initiative to answer to the other party.

"Studying at Columbia, if you are a freshman, you must not be used to it. There is a proverb here, that is, learning at Columbia University is drugs, medicine can't be stopped, today's homework assignment is not much, I have experienced even worse. ”

Kuhn on the side raised his eyebrows, Xu Xiaoxiao, who can't fart with three sticks, will also take the initiative to speak? If it weren't for him taking care of him everywhere at Columbia, it is estimated that this child would cry eight times a day.

Qin looked at the honest boy in front of him and smiled at him: "Thank you, I understand, my name is Qin Guan from China." ”

After speaking, he handed over his slender and white hand in a friendly manner, Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but be stunned, and gently shook his hand back: "Xu Xiaoxiao, Chinese-American, my family lives in Manhattan..."

"Xu Xiaoxiao, okay? I'm going to play football at Roche Square in a while, are you going to go..."Kuhn on the side was a little impatient with his friction, and he was about to walk towards the door.

"Oh, come right away, wait for me..."Xu Xiaoxiao, who hadn't finished introducing himself to Qin Guan, glanced at the new classmate he had just met with some regret, picked up his schoolbag and followed Kuhn's footsteps in a panic and left the classroom.

Qin looked at the watch in his hand, it was an elective course in the afternoon, and there was not much time, so he could only make do with it.

Desks were emptied, and the relaxed atmosphere of the Columbia campus was no longer the same as it had been.

There are students everywhere in a hurry, and this campus, which is supposed to have a stronger academic atmosphere, has an unusually pragmatic style, and all the behaviors of students here are planned for future careers.

When Qin Guan walked out of the campus again, sitting in the corridor outside the library, looking into the distance like the person in the statue, Cong Nianwei, who was hurrying towards him with a textbook in front of her, instantly warmed her heart.

"How is the course, are you still adapting? …”

"yes, here, here... It's all different from what we teach, and you can learn from it..."

The two men were on the rickety bus, discussing their situation with their heads bowed, and when they turned their heads, they found that the two of them had already made a platform.

"It's Chinatown ahead, why don't you go and eat a meal of hometown food before taking the return car."

"Okay, if we haven't had a good walk around here, let's get on and off the street closest to Broadway..."

The two of them held hands and looked at this staggeringly, Manhattan was like a Chinese street within a city, as if it had passed through the door of space, and returned to the most familiar place.

"Here it is! Red lacquer flying beam carving and painting, historical and humanistic feelings. ”

Qin Guan pointed to the carved beams and paintings hanging high on the red lantern, and suggested to Cong Nianwei.

"Cheng" The two of them entered the door of this Chinese restaurant hand in hand.

"Poof" a wide strip of plastic leather made of curtains hung down, this is in imitation of the ancient boudoir bead curtain, although ugly, but in summer to block flies is very good.

As soon as the two entered the door, they found that there was a hole inside, and the person who opened this restaurant must be rich and wealthy, but he must not know much about Chinese culture.

He fused too many and too many Chinese elements together, but lost the original flavor.

But Lao Mei doesn't know, they think this place is too Chinese, and they haven't seen anything!

The one-meter-high Peking Opera Stage in the center, like the performance stage that is also built in Brazilian and Russian restaurants, is also the venue for Peking Opera performances.

It feels like entering the mansion restaurant in China, or the small theater of Deyun Club, which is as bright and translucent.

A few plates of steaming dumplings were served, not because Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei didn't want to eat anything else, but because the kung pao chicken and fish-flavored shredded pork in front of a few Americans opposite rolled into a lump, so that neither of them could see a little bit of Chinese taste. (To be continued.) )