School is open and campus life begins again. Because I was hit by the last semester, I was afraid that I would not have enough credits and low GPA this semester, and I blindly followed the trend, so I enrolled myself in many elective courses. In addition, the preparation for the Level 4 exam is based on the advice of the English teacher. The student union still asks me to take pictures and pass press releases from time to time, after all, I, a junior brother, is still relatively easy to use and is always on call. So, that way, I don't have the heart to think about other nonsense. Although we still meet in class, we are just familiar strangers after all, so just say hello to each other. Usually when I take a professional class, I sit alone in the first row on the far left side of the classroom, and no one will come to grab this place. Here I can see black and white, I can see the whole class from the side, and most importantly I can get away from her.

I don't know what I thought at the beginning, but I chose computer science as an elective, was it to prove myself? Also taking this course with me were Lao Zhao and Da Biao's squad leader. The class was in the evening, and we came to the classroom early after dinner. In class, the teacher talked a lot about the basics of the Internet, and I felt a little bored, after all, I connected the broadband, router, and network cable at home by myself. So, I took out my phone and watched the "Tomb Robbery Notes" that had been written a long time ago. Lao Zhao and Da Biao's squad leader saw me so fascinated and wanted to see it. At their strong request, I sent them a copy of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" and a copy of "Notes on Tomb Robbery" via Bluetooth. Who knew that this hair made Lao Zhao deeply immersed in the world of fiction and couldn't extricate himself.

The noise we made made made the teacher a little unhappy, and began to give us a serious education in the way of pointing at the mulberry and scolding the Huai, and said that we would have to call us in every class in the future. This can ignite Lao Zhao's violent temper, and he and Da Biao's squad leader will not wait! Play truant!!

I was a little hesitant at first, after all, I had never skipped class. Under the constant instigation of the two of them, after the first class, we took advantage of the break to pack up our things and go back to the dormitory. Then, we ran to the Internet café at the back of the school to realize the dream of a gun battle with 300 million mice.

Because this kind of elective course is originally for more credits, the grades will not be counted in the grade point, and it has nothing to do with scholarships and degree certificates. And if you fail the course, you won't be required to retake it, just if you didn't take this course, and now it's only in the audition stage. So in the midst of a "fire in the hole! We decisively gave up this elective.

However, there are some electives that cannot be said to be skipped, such as physical education. Physical education is mandatory, but we can choose what we learn. In the crowded course selection system, Lao Zhao and Da Biao's squad leader chose volleyball, and Lin Ye and Eric chose badminton, all of which are courses with more women than men. Because I had learned taekwondo, I had been walking for a few days since I was a child, so I chose a martial art. Mr. Liu was too slow to take martial arts lessons with me.

Our PE teacher looked like a young man under thirty years old, but the tone of his voice made people feel that he was almost fifty years old, and he always taught us in a way that he had come to pass, and his words were always full of disdain for us. Every time he goes to class, he has to show off the reading of the eighteen weapons, as well as his past achievements. If it weren't for the fact that physical education is compulsory, I would have given up class a long time ago, and this teacher is really too good at pretending to be like that. But as the old saying goes, if you lose your horse, you don't know if you are blessed. After all, martial arts represent traditional Chinese culture, so Nastya, the only Russian exchange student in our college, also chose this course. Nastya is from Volgograd, is studying industrial design, and is a standard Russian beauty. With blonde hair, snow-white skin, blue eyes, and a height of 1.8 meters, I could only look up at her.

I thought that martial arts classes were just Zazama steps, playing one or two sets of boxing, practicing physical fitness or something. Unexpectedly, as soon as the teacher came up, he gave each of us a sword, and then taught us to practice swords. "The sword must be imposing", "the sword flower must be smooth", and "the posture must be in place". When the thirty or so of us were holding swords and doing neat movements together, it was really a bit like a disciple of the Shushan Sect.

Tai Chi is a must-learn program for every college student, whether it is badminton or volleyball, and it is divided into two stages: freshman and sophomore. In the first year, the twelve styles are learned, and the twelve styles are studied again in the second year. When I was a child, my dad taught me zama steps, and with the foundation I had left over from learning taekwondo, I quickly mastered the basics of movement. Once, the PE teacher wanted to check our learning progress and asked each of them to play the moves they had learned. When it was my turn, time was running out, so he told us to move on a little faster. I may have only heard the word "fast", but when "Qishi" slowly stretched out his feet to stabilize the horse's stride, he finished the rest of his moves in the next 20 seconds, all in one go, cleanly. The teacher was dumbfounded, and didn't even realize what I had done. It's not just the teachers who collapsed, but also the classmates. In class, in order to liven up the atmosphere, the physical education teacher asked us to play the "adult version" of the handkerchief: one person runs first, then says a word, and designates another person to learn, and only when we learn correctly can we chase. Originally, everyone was in a proper manner, but when it was my turn, the teacher reminded me and said, "You can speak in tongues!" "I'm a thief, and the back of my head was instantly electrified, and a lot of hometown dialects immediately came out, which made the design student in Jiangxi doubt life.