After eating, a group of people left, and the rest of the people invited to sing together. And so, the spectacular taxi convoy set off again. After the atmosphere of dinner time and everyone's mutual understanding, the class leader next door was in a much better mood and once again assumed the responsibility of being a professional family. As an authentic Cha Ha Chong person, the squad leader next door has a very thorough understanding of Cha Ha Chong, and decided on the most cost-effective KTV after a total with Da Biao's squad leader, and booked a box after a phone call. It stands to reason that I should go back to my dormitory to prepare for the second defense the next day, but when I thought that this might be the last time I stayed with my classmates, I was afraid that I would regret it later, so I also got into a taxi to KTV under the influence of alcohol.

The KTV box that wants to fit so many people must be the Leopard, I arrived relatively late, and everyone has basically sat down. At first glance, it seems that the girls in the next class are the main girls, some of them are singing with a microphone, some are choosing their favorite songs at the song ordering table, and some are holding a camera to record the last moments before graduation. The table was filled with drinks and fruit snacks, which was unthinkable before. Although we have not been to KTV in the past few years, they are all dry singing, and the expensive drinks don't even have the courage to take a look. Now it should be used for two classes, which can be regarded as "eating and drinking with public funds", and this is also the last opportunity to use the class fee, so it is natural to try to spend it all by all means.

As soon as I found a place to sit down, the Da Biao squad leader had to let me sing a song, and I also took advantage of the wine to use a song "Borrow from the Sky for Another 500 Years" to push the atmosphere in the private room to a climax. While I was singing, the class leader next door handed me a yellow paper tube filled with popcorn and motioned for me to put it on my head. I suddenly had the desire to perform, and at the end of the singing, I said "Zhong Aiqing is flat". The students were very cooperative and got up one after another to shout "Long live". Since I opened my voice, I had to sing to the fullest, so I simply sat on the edge of the singing stage and slowly chose the songs I was used to and good at. However, when I ordered a song, I always felt that there were eyes staring at me from behind, and when I looked back, I only saw everyone happily looking at the screen in front of me, their bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music, and there was a dormitory man who was frantically singing about the legendary agricultural heavy metal of Phoenix.

I thought something was going to happen on this particular night, but after all, I just thought too much about it.

As time went on, there were fewer and fewer people in the KTV. I kept swaying over whether to go back to bed, and I didn't give up until the last moment of my bedtime. Since things are already like this, I will no longer do any struggle, just stay in the KTV all night, lean on the sofa for a while when I am tired, and continue to sing when I am in good spirits. Tossing and turning like this until dawn.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, I didn't have an appetite for breakfast, so I dragged my tired body back to the dormitory, and then waited until half past 6 when the uncle came to the door of the dormitory before entering the dormitory. Since I had to defend my thesis at 8:30, I didn't dare to go to bed, turned on my computer and started reading my thesis, trying to prepare as much as I could. Although I was a little tired physically and mentally, fortunately, I was relatively young and was able to be knocked down without being sleepy, and finally survived to the time for defense.

This time, my supervisor avoided the defense, and the professional director presided over it. When the reviewer saw my question, his eyes lit up and he became interested, and after asking some innocuous questions, he suddenly said:

"Have you ever done a field trip?"

"Huh?" Even though I heard it clearly, it still came out.

"I'm asking you if you've ever been to these places in the Northwest to do your research." Again, the Director emphasized.

"I went there during the summer vacation of elementary school." I replied weakly.

"Oh." The director looked down at my paper, and after a while he motioned for me to leave. So I got up and walked out of the defense classroom, habitually took out my phone to check the time, and wanted to go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep, but the tutor called me and asked me to go to her office.

I nervously knocked on the office door, and the tutor's face was not very good. She asked me to sit down, and she said that she had heard all the defense process just now, and then said that the professional director was no, and kept complaining about me. According to my supervisor's words, I don't need to participate in the defense of my thesis anymore, and I don't know why I feel a sense of relief.

I accepted the tutor's reassurance "with a "full face" and hurried back to my dorm to catch up on sleep. On the way, I received a text message from Sister Ye, who told me that her thesis had successfully passed the defense of the college and that she would represent her major in the school defense the next day.

Except for Lao Zhao, everyone else was already in bed. I crept into bed, and just as I was about to fall asleep, the phone rang again. I took out my phone and saw that it was the tutor's phone again, and quickly picked it up. The tutor said that they couldn't find my internship report there, so let me look for it. This had a direct impact on graduation, and I was so scared that I couldn't sleep at all. I remember that when the school started, I obviously turned it in with everyone, so should I make up for it temporarily? I immediately climbed out of bed, turned on my computer, and found the electronic copy of the internship report. (In order to keep the handwritten content neat and clear, I will make an electronic draft every time, and then copy it to the paper by hand after the revision)

As the win7 interface appeared in front of me, I suddenly thought that the electronic draft of my internship report seemed to be on that old notebook, and my heartbeat began to accelerate, and beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. I started to search the whole situation with a fluke mentality, even if there was a few words, I should be able to recover a rough idea from memory. Unfortunately, the result was not satisfactory, so I had to call the tutor and plan to ask for a blank template for the internship reportJust when I was about to dial the phone, the tutor called me again and told me that the internship report was found, and it turned out that it was because my internship report was well written and was used as an excellent template. When I heard the news, I was not only in a good mood, but I even felt a little proud. After such a toss, I didn't want to sleep at all, so I simply got on the Internet, and later enjoyed the last days of anti-terrorism online with Lao Zhao.

Now, it's time to get your diploma!