There are many people on the playground, but there are queues everywhere waiting for admission. My parents were already old, so I asked my father and mother to rest in the parents' seat, and I took the admission letter, ID card, and bank card to the front of the registration office of the School of Radio and Television Journalism. In front of me was a girl wearing a creamy yellow dress and white armor, not very tall. I was in the back of her. There were five or six people in front of us, and it wasn't long before it was the turn of the little girl in front of us to go through the formalities.

An old student from the School of Broadcast Journalism, who received the admission, said, "Please show your ID card, admission notice, household registration booklet and other valid certificates. The little girl opened the black handbag, took out the relevant certificate from it and handed it to the old student who went through the registration procedures. The old student took the little girl's certificate and carefully checked the identity information. The old student said: "Your name is Tian Xiaorui." The little girl said, "Yes." "My home is from Shanhai City, Liaoning Province." The little girl said, "Yes." The old student said, "You have been assigned to class 4301." The old student handed over the three certificates to Tian Xiaorui, pointed to the crowd queuing on the north side and said, "The admission procedures for the department have been completed, you can go to the logistics office of the school on the north side to go through the payment and check-in procedures." In addition, a physical examination will be arranged for new students tomorrow morning, and at 3 p.m. in classroom 4301 of the School of Journalism and Communication, the instructor will convene a meeting between new students and their parents, hoping to attend on time. Tian Xiaorui said: "Do parents have to participate?" The old student said: "If parents don't have time, they can also not participate." Tian Xiaorui said: "Got it." "I took my papers and turned around and left. When I turned around, I saw that this little girl had an unusually fair face, and when she passed by, there was a burst of apricot fragrance, which was a very good smell.

I didn't have time to take another look at Tian Xiaorui, walked to the department registration desk, and handed the relevant certificates to the old students who had registered for the registration. The old student carefully checked my relevant certificates, and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, the little girl just now is also from your Liaoning Province, and you are all assigned to Class 4301." After checking the relevant questions clearly, the old student handed me the certificate and said: "Yang Zaixu, your department procedures have been completed, and the physical examination will be held tomorrow morning, and a meeting between the new students and their parents will be held at 3 o'clock in the afternoon in the classroom of Class 4301 of the School of Broadcasting and Journalism." I said, "Okay, got it." I said, "Do you have the contact number of the instructor?" ”

The old student said: "Remember, 152 ......, Liu Xiaojing." I looked at the old student, who looked a few years older than me, and said, "You are ......" The old student said, "I am Liu Xiaojing, the instructor of your class." I hesitated, I couldn't believe my eyes, and I asked with some skepticism, "Really." Director Liu said, "It's true." "A very sunny smile on his face. I said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, guide, please take care of me." Director Liu said: "There is something to call this number." I said, "Okay, goodbye." He turned around and left the department registration desk.

At this time, the sun has risen, the temperature is gradually rising, and the constant crying of the willow trees can arouse people's irritability. My mother came over, handed me a bottle of mineral water and said, "The temperature here is much hotter than our Yanshan City, son, you drink saliva first." I said, "Yes." Why is this place so hot? He took the mineral water handed over by his mother and drank most of the bottle. My mother saw that I was sweating on my head, and took out a wet tissue to wipe my sweat. I said, "No mother, I'll do it myself." He took the tissue from his mother's hand and wiped the sweat off his face. Then I handed the tissue to my mother, and the two walked to my father's side, and I said to my father and mother: "Your second elder is waiting for me here, I will take the registration card to the logistics office to pay the tuition, get the dormitory key, and go through the meal card procedures." The father said, "Why don't you rest here first, and I'll go and line up for you first." I said, "Dad, don't you see that all students are queuing, how can there be parents queuing, wouldn't it make my classmates laugh at me?" The mother said, "Go quickly." ”

I put on my black leather bag and lined up in front of the north side of the logistics office. The logistics office is a small two-story building, and the students in line have lined up in two lines, and there are four or five hundred meters outside the gate. Those who queue up enter the logistics office from the west gate, and after completing the formalities on the second floor of the logistics office, they come out from the east side of the second floor of the logistics office, and go to the playground again, where they go through the meal card procedures. Looking at the people waiting in line, it is really anxious.

The leaders of the school's student union kept shouting through loudspeakers: "Everyone consciously line up." "The Zhilian classmates with arm bands worked in pairs and maintained continuity everywhere. I muttered silently in my heart, "Why are there so many people?" ”