Following the signs, she found the freshman registration office, which was different from other noisy and chaotic freshman reporting offices, where everything was very orderly.

And what is rare is that there is not a single teacher here, and the students who go through the admission procedures for new students are the same as them, but their school uniforms are obviously different from other ordinary students.

Of course, the school uniform of Nanhua College is many times better than the unchanging sportswear-style school uniform.

The boy wears a white shirt with a dark blue blazer and suit pants.

The women's and men's models are similar to the men's, with white shirts, dark blue women's jackets, and a pleated skirt.

It is said that the style of school uniform is voted for by the students every year.

The school uniforms of the students who went through the admission procedures for them, whether it is style, color or fabric, look more delicate and decent, like tailor-made, it is a particularly good-looking purple, simple and low-key.

If you look closely, they all have a special badge on their shoulders with the words "Student Council" on them. Everyone's face is the most standard smile, soft-spoken, and efficient.

After completing the admission procedures, Yanran came to the student dormitory with a brief map of South China, a student handbook and a personal information card issued by the student union.

203 is her dormitory number.

The dormitory of Nanhua College is basically in accordance with the hotel-style management model, and all daily necessities can be registered and received from the dormitory administrator, including towels, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and facial cleanser...... Even physiological products.

The standard room in the dormitory is two people, Yanran looked at the door number 203, and the information of the occupant was written on the house card, the first and third classes of high school, Gu Yanran. Class 5 of the first year of high school, Wang Xiaojuan.

The room is not big, but it is already luxurious for Yanran, two single beds, it looks soft and comfortable, separate bathroom, the dormitory has good lighting, and the balcony is facing the basketball court.

Everyone is equipped with a laptop on their desk, and the shelves are stocked with textbooks and school supplies for the semester.

Open the wardrobe, and there are several sets of school uniforms and sportswear, as well as blankets and slippers that are neatly placed inside.

Her roommate's name is Wang Xiaojuan, she is not tall, about 155cm, thin, her skin is a little dark and dry, her face is covered with tiny freckles, and she has thick eyes.

"Hello!" Yanran said hello.

But it was obvious that the other party was not friendly, only glanced at her lightly, then sat down at the desk with a displeased face, and closed the curtain to form an isolated space.

Yan Ran stood there a little embarrassed, with a wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

When night fell, Yanran lay on the soft and comfortable bed, with a faint fragrance on the quilt, looking at the strange and luxurious qiē, it felt as unreal as a dream.

During the day, Yan Ran tried to restrain the shock and curiosity in her heart, trying to show her calmness, trying not to let herself become a country girl who was made fun of by others, so as to maintain her self-esteem that was easily hurt.

At night, when she took off all pretense and defense, she suddenly felt unusually lonely and empty.

She suddenly missed the time when her grandmother stroked her back with her rough hands, itchy, but very comfortable.

I miss my grandmother holding her in her arms, muttering children's songs she doesn't understand, the singing is tactful and quiet, like a flowing stream in the countryside, like a clear leaf in the breeze, like a rocking chair under the banyan tree in the yard, making a creaking sound in the shake.

Those voices accompanied her as she grew up, and her ears seemed to sound the song that her grandmother often hummed, accompanying her to sleep. In the dream, she seemed to have become a naughty boy of a few years old again, carefree and curled up in her grandmother's arms, listening to her steady heartbeat.

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Early in the morning, at 6:00, Yanran got up on time, she has become accustomed to getting up at this time and reviewing her homework, which is a habit she has developed since she was in elementary school.

After washing, she grabbed a few books from the shelves and walked out of the dormitory.

The sun is shining and the air is fresh. In the corner of the football field at Nanhua College, she found a chair and began to review her homework.

Nangong Xuanmu and Lu Yunhai's biological clocks are also 6:00, which is really a habit that they are forced to develop.

Nangong Xuanmu was taken to the deep mountains and old forests when he was a child, and he ate fasting and chanting Buddha with an old monk, and he didn't get up early and had no food to eat.

Lu Yunhai followed his rigid father, strictly followed the family motto of the Lu family, and developed the habit of getting up early since he was a child.

It's nothing to do in the morning, and these two like to run a few laps around the playground.

From a distance, I saw a young girl sitting on the bench next to the football field, dressed in a Nanhua school uniform, her head was slightly lowered, her soft and smooth long hair was slanted down, and the morning sun shone on her plain face through the green silk, pure as crystal clear white jade.

"Beauty!" Yun Hai bumped his arm against Xuan Mu and said intently.

"See!" Xuan Mu said lightly, but his eyes could no longer leave the shadow.

In fact, the girl's appearance is not necessarily so stunning, and it may not be outstanding compared to other beauties in Nanhua High School. But the clean and quiet temperament that exudes from her body makes her look particularly moving in this early morning.

The two of them pretended to run around the football field, but as long as they passed by the bench where the girl was sitting, they would run very slowly, pretending to be careless and peeking at the girl who was looking down to read a book.

"I'm not impressed, I'm new!" When he was some distance away from the girl's position, Yunhai muttered.

Although Nanhua's girl Lu Yunhai may not all be like a treasure, he should not be impressed by such a white lotus that comes out of the mud and is not stained, unless it is a freshman specially recruited this year.

Nanhua College is divided into three independent colleges: primary school, junior high school, and high school.

The locations are similar, but managed separately, and most of the students in Nanhua High School basically go from primary school to high school. Only a small number of people are recruited every year by relying on the only few special enrollment places in the school.

If it's a special admission, art? Piano? Violin? …… When these artistic things are combined with the girl's simple and beautiful face, all kinds of beautiful and harmonious pictures will flash in your mind.

But when they ran around and came to the bench where the girl was sitting again, the autumn breeze happened to flip the book in the girl's hand, and the paragraphs were drawn with highlighters of different colors, as if there were annotations.

The breeze floated, the title page was lifted, and a few big characters came into the boys' eyes: "Marxist Philosophy".

The impact was so great that it was like falling from a fantasy into a living reality, destroying all imagination in an instant. Fortunately, Xuan Mu and Yunhai's little hearts are relatively strong, otherwise they almost didn't fall in front of the girl and eat.

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