The university campus, which has just started for a few days, does not have the fast-paced appearance of academic tension at all. On the contrary, everything is slow.

Today is Thursday, the fourth day Yao Yayao has been on the university campus. In the afternoon, there was no homework scheduled. In the morning class, the lecturers did not assign any extracurricular assignments. This made Yao Yayao, who was used to the tense rhythm of high school teaching, very unaccustomed to the current life, because he felt that life seemed to be too leisurely.

He was bored, so he started to sleep after lunch, and then slept until more than four o'clock in the afternoon. If he hadn't been woken up by a phone call, he probably wouldn't have gotten out of bed.

The call came from Mr. Fan, the age counselor, and Mr. Fan asked him to go to the teacher's apartment at five o'clock and say that he had something to talk to him about.

Yao Yayao agreed. When he walked out of the student dormitory building, he inadvertently glanced back and was a little stunned.

When I looked at the balcony area of my student dormitory building, it was actually a colorful patch of color. Many of the student dormitories have been modeled after the special drink bottle air conditioning equipment in his dormitory 216. The colorful colors come from all kinds of plastic half-cut bottles.

Not only the student building where I live, but also the windows and balcony doors of many surrounding student buildings have been hung with this special cooling device. In just two days, this somewhat strange cooling device, like a super virus, has spread on a large scale in the student dormitory area.

Yao Yayao instinctively reached for the back pocket of his pants, and the high bulging wallet made him feel very steady. The huge amount of 2,000 yuan in this wallet, he took it inexplicably. He couldn't figure out why his roommate, classmate Li Xiaogang, came forward to be the wronged leader.

Also, last night, the dormitory manager, Mr. Li, kept saying that he wanted to keep the appearance of the dormitory building tidy, but why didn't there be any follow-up?! Now that so many dormitories are hung with this cooling device, the risk of being demolished collectively must have decreased, right?!

Yao Yayao was thinking about all kinds of things on her mind as she walked in the direction of Teacher Fan's teacher's apartment.

The faculty dormitory where the counselor Mr. Fan is located is a two-bedroom and one-living room suite apartment. As soon as he entered the door, Yao Yayao felt that his eyes lit up, this living room was too special!

The four walls where the living room is located, as long as there are dividing walls, are all layered full-wall bookshelves. On the four walls, there are bookshelves in four different colors. Yellow, black, green, blue. What is particularly strange is that all the books on the shelves are covered with a translucent plastic paper protective shell. These protective enclosures are also available in color, the same yellow, black, blue, and green colors.

The books of the four corresponding colors are sorted into four different color shelves, which looks very harmonious and unified.

Teacher Fan is busy cooking dinner. After opening the door to Yao Yayao, he smiled: "Yayao, I don't mean anything else to call you over, just let you come to have dinner with the teacher, chat by the way, and everyone will get to know each other better." You don't have to be too restrained, many students call me Brother Fan directly, and you can call me that way in the future. ”

Speaking of which, Mr. Fan is actually just a handsome old man in his early 30s, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Looking at the furnishings of this apartment, it seems that he is not married yet. According to some limited contact in the past few days, Yao Yayao has some feelings that Teacher Fan is more like a big brother next door.

Seeing that the counselor was so kind and didn't have a shelf at all, Yao Yayao also began to relax a little. But how embarrassing is it that the counselor actually wants to invite himself to dinner?!

After repeatedly resigning a few times, Yao Yayao stopped being hypocritical and stayed.

While Mr. Fan was busy in the kitchen, he was on the bookshelf in the living room, took out some books very casually, and browsed them briefly.

The books in this living room don't look like private collections, but rather like sales furnishings in a bookstore. Because, there are some books, with the same title, but there are many copies at the same time.

Yao Yayao quickly saw some doorways. For example, the yellow bookshelves are full of professional books related to geological engineering and finance. On the black shelves, there are social science and humanities books, all kinds of novels, biographies and so on. The green bookshelves are mostly related to plants and environmental engineering. The blue shelves are mostly physics, astronomy, and the like.

The translucent protective book cover has a large, prominent title printed on the spine, making it easy to know what kind of book it is in.

Yao Yayao stood on the black bookshelf, and casually took out a world-famous novel "A Tale of Two Cities" and flipped through it.

During this period, Mr. Fan came out of the kitchen, so Yao Yayao asked him a little puzzled: "Wow, Mr. Fan, why do you have so many personal collections?" Let's not say there are thousands of copies, right?! Some small bookstores may not have as many books as you have. ”

Teacher Fan smiled briefly: "These books are not mine, I am just a temporary transfer station here." You'll understand in a few days. ”

What transit station? Yao Yayao was a little baffled. So he took out a few books and checked them, and found that on the translucent book case on the outside, there was the same company logo at the bottom, as well as a small line: LNST Foundation Producer.

Yao Yayao curiously went to another bookshelf and took out a few books to look at them, the books over there, the company LOGO is a little different, and the words at the bottom are also different: Produced by the Water Grace Foundation.

Teacher Fan came out of the kitchen again, and when he saw Yao Yayao studying the bookcase, he said again: "The large foundations of these two alumni networks are very famous, you can search on the Internet to find out." As long as you are a college student, you can buy all kinds of professional books through these two companies, and you will get a 5% discount. However, there are some restrictions on the book list, and it is not that all books can be discounted by 5%. ”

Yes? There is such a good thing?! Yao Yayao couldn't help but be a little interested when he heard this. It seems to be a little too boring these days, and it should be a good extracurricular pastime to go back and buy a few books to read. In fact, he has always been keen to read extracurricular books, and has read a lot of novels since junior high school. However, after high school, I was busy with schoolwork, and then I watched less.

Teacher Fan quickly made three dishes and one soup, and then beckoned Yao Yayao to come and sit at the table. However, when Mr. Fan turned on the rice cooker and prepared to serve the rice, he was dumbfounded. Because, the rice in the pot I saw in front of me was actually half-sandwiched raw and undercooked rice.

Maybe it's because of the poor contact of the power cord, just now when the rice was halfway through, it actually secretly went on strike.

I added some water and plugged the power cord back in. While waiting for the meal to be cooked, the two began to chat casually.

Teacher Fan quickly asked Yao Yayao a question: "Yayao, which school do you think is the best and most first-class university in our country?" ”

Yao Yayao thought for a moment and replied: "According to the popularity of the society and the yearning of the students, I think it should be Qinghua University, or Bed University!" ”

"No, you're wrong! Neither of these is the best college. Teacher Fan said bluntly.

What the?! If it's not these two, is there a better university in China?! Yao Yayao was immediately confused.

(To be continued)