Manchester City's Army Non-commissioned Officers School, Saturday, is another day of the week for the cadets to be the happiest, because only on Saturday and weekend can they temporarily say goodbye to the days of hardship.

As a fully militarized school, from Monday to Friday, in addition to getting up at half past five in the morning and exercising, they also have to participate in cultural knowledge learning and various tactical courses.

Training is just one of their usual activities, and the most important thing is that they have to learn all kinds of tactical instruction courses, although these courses do not sound very difficult, but there will be a small test once a month, and the instructor will ask each student to make their own defense or attack in the sand table.

These novel teachings were not learned by Zheng Sen in Guangzhou, and as for those physical fitness tests and morning exercises, they were no different from those in Guangzhou.

In the class, Zheng Sen is one of the most diligent people, and he is also one of the people who understand the fastest, which has to make those teachers who teach him sigh, worthy of being born in a military family, and the innate intuition and judgment can allow him to quickly learn what the teacher teaches.

After arriving in Australia, Zheng Sen learned that although it was inherited from the former Song Dynasty, it was no longer reported in the title, but directly called his own name.

"Zheng Sen, are you going to go shopping in the city with us today, you haven't been out for two weeks, and you're going to be a nerd if you stay here."

Zhuo Wenhui, who was holding a military book in his hand, walked in through the door, apparently just borrowed from the library, which was a habit of their daily visit to the city of Manchester every Saturday during the day, and in the evening they would return to the dormitory to read books and talk about some of their opinions.

"Okay," Zheng Sen put down the book in his hand and readily agreed. He is also an international student, and Huang Min and Zhuo Wenhui are assigned to the same dormitory, so the relationship is also relatively good.

In private, they also know Zheng Sen's true identity, which is the eldest son of the Zheng family in Fujian, and he is a maritime merchant in Southeast Asia. It is impossible for the Zhuo family not to know how powerful the Zheng family is.

It's really rare, Brother Sen actually agreed so readily today, shouldn't he fall in love with any girl from Manchester City, if that's the case, Wen Hui, we made a big mistake.

Huang Min, who is more cheerful and lively by nature and likes to joke, squeezed his eyebrows at Zhuo Wenhui and said, because in the past, when they invited Zheng Sen out, most of them would refuse.

"Don't be poor, is Brother Sen that kind of person!" Zhuo Wenhui smiled. Then he picked up a coat and put it on.

"Hehe, I was really right by you, I did go to meet someone, but it's not a girl, he studied abroad at an Ivy League university." Zheng Sen smiled and explained to his roommate that what he wanted to see was actually Fang Youwei.

The two haven't seen each other for more than a month, and when they came, He Yu once explained that the two should be closer and more in Australia when they came to Australia. So Zheng Sen was going to see how that guy was, after all, he was also a fellow villager, and he was still talking.

"Ivy League universities, I've heard that this is the top university in Australia. Brother Sen's friends must be very good if they can enter and study here. Huang Min asked with some envy.

"Excellent, yes, it should be. But he's a bit old-fashioned, and I went to see him to see if he's used to life here. ”

The reason why Zheng Sen said this was because when he came. The guy had a big problem with shaving his hair bald.

But it's also said that a person who reads books is a person who cares about everything, and he is a person who believes in his parents who are affected by the body, and you shave your head and be happy.

Through chatting with Zheng Sen, Zhuo Wenhui knew some promising things.

The three of them walked out of the school gate and took a horse-drawn bus to get off at Ivy Station.

Standing at the gate of the university, looking at the black and white marble towering gate, Huang Min couldn't help but sigh again, this is much more magnificent than the college in Batavia, waiting for the three of them to walk in, and see the bronze statue of Confucius with the main entrance, they were even more surprised, and felt that this craftsmanship is simply amazing.

"Brother Sen, there are quite a few girls in this school, look at that, there seems to be someone arguing over there." Huang Min looked around and saw that a flat-headed boy not far away seemed to be arguing with a girl.

"Fang Youwei, are you a man, every time it's your turn to do hygiene, you don't do it, why is your machismo thinking so serious."

The long-haired girl, wearing a white jacket with a tight denim underneath, and a pair of purple high heels on her feet, was angry and angry at Fang Youwei and questioned.

"Hmph, the eldest husband should take it as his responsibility to govern the country and level the world, how can he pick up a broom and do what that woman can do." Fang Youwei looked at the girl with an arrogant expression, then measured his face and raised his head, like an arrogant rooster.

"Hmph," the girl was very angry at his answer, suddenly lifted one foot, stepped on Fang Youwei's foot with the root, and then quickly ran away. Only Fang Youwei was left screaming there.

"Youwei, it's okay," Zheng Sen saw the whole process, and quickly ran over and asked.

"It's okay, Brother Ming, why are you here, Ao, I remember, today is Saturday, it's your regular holiday."

"Hehe, let's go, find a place to do it, and talk about what happened just now." Zheng Sen is worried that this guy will not be able to accept the Australian way of life for a while, and now it seems that it is not false at all.

You can hear from the conversation just now, this guy must have not listened to other people's arrangements, what kind of husband should rule the country and level the world.

"Yes, it seems that you haven't adapted to the living habits of Australia in the past month, otherwise you wouldn't have been like this just now."

Zheng Sen said earnestly, for him, the fastest adaptation to everything in Australia is the fastest and best way to learn what he wants to learn, otherwise he can't accept the living habits here, and how can he accept the knowledge here.

"Brother Ming, I also want to quickly integrate into the life here, but it's too difficult, you can teach me how to do it." Fang Youwei said this from the heart, and it could be seen that he really wanted to change.

Since he entered school, he basically has no friends, even his roommates don't care about him, he is like a monster who doesn't fit in, this pain no one knows, only he knows in his heart that if he continues like this, he will live up to the cultivation grace of his father.

Australia's education and social methods are indeed different from those of Daming, Fang Youwei only lived in Hong Kong for a period of time, after all, there are too many immigrants in Hong Kong and there are still a lot of commonalities between Daming, so he can adapt, but Australia is different.

There is a big difference between this and Hong Kong, and it will be really difficult for him to accept it for a while, and the reason why Zheng Sen was able to accept it so quickly is entirely because of the reason that he is in the military academy, which is completely militarized management, and there is no way to accept it.

Zheng Sen frowned, remembering what He Yu had said, if there is something to do, you can find Zhao Shijie, maybe you should meet that Lord Zhao, maybe he can help Youwei. (To be continued......)