The days of military training passed in a hurry, from the beginning of the hardship, to the later nostalgia, when the instructors and the students said goodbye, some girls even shed tears of true love.

Zhao Ya watched from the sidelines, and that touching scene touched her somewhat.

Many times, what really moves people is not the heroes who destroy the world, but the little details, the little truths that are inadvertently revealed.

Zhao Ya feels that she has been wrapped in a shell for so many years, and she doesn't want to let go of her sincerity, whether it is for her parents or friends, she is more rational and lacks the necessary sensibility.

A person without sensibility cannot be called a complete person, Zhao Ya suddenly realized that she knew what she had been lacking, she lacked sensibility.

"Third sister, you're in a daze again." Dong Shubin pulled Zhao Ya, she was not as eager as the others, but she was obviously very excited.

"Eldest sister, this scene is really touching." Zhao Ya said lightly.

"yes, but it won't be long before they'll forget about it." Dong Shubin sighed lightly, obviously she is also a person with a story.

Two days after the end of the military training, the freshmen who entered the normal teaching arrangement and were still adapting to the rhythm of the school began to find a friendship dormitory for themselves.

The so-called friendship dormitory is a dormitory where boys and girls find each other to look at each other, interact with each other, and help each other.

University life is rich and varied, because it is an environment where sparks are most likely to collide between men and women of school age.

Zhao Ya's 603 bedroom was led by Lan Xiaochun to find the boys' 411 bedroom for everyone.

The first formal exchange in the dormitory was at the dinner table in a dining hall outside the school.

Eight men and women introduced each other, and Zhao Ya remembered the four boys in the friendship dormitory.

Li Zijian, a burly Northeast man, is the eldest in the dormitory, and it seems that it is not a problem to go out and play two or three.

Qi Xiaoxu, who is tall and thin and quite literate, ranked second, and during military training, he performed a barely watchable street dance, which can be regarded as both culture and dance.

Zhang Wei, the old man who is fat and has six heads of one meter and six heads but one hundred and sixty pounds, is the happiest one at the dinner table.

The last one is the most special, the head is very big, the stature is short and thin, and the appearance is also delicate, if you wear a pair of glasses, you will have a little Conan's sense of immediacy.

It's just that this disproportionate big head makes the girls in Zhao Ya's bedroom feel very cute, the big man is called Shang Xuebin, who claims to have a very high IQ, but he was about to collapse by Lan Xiaochun's brain teaser, which made everyone laugh constantly.

And then Shang Xuebin said a popular song with self-deprecation, which also made Zhao Ya feel much better about him.

"Big head, big head, don't worry about rain, others have umbrellas, I have big heads."

I don't know if it was the big head Shang Xuebin's smooth mouth that was heard by God, the sky was clear when everyone was eating, and it rained lightly when they checked out the restaurant.

In order to prove that his big head is indeed useful, Shang Datou walked back and forth in the rain, except for his hair getting wet, his clothes were really not too wet.

An exchange at the dinner table made a lot of feelings between the friendship bedrooms, but how could Zhao Ya not see the careful thinking of everyone inside.

However, as a college student, men and women are eyebrow-to-eye, passing on emotional needs, which is also one of life, after all, college students don't fall in love, so are they still called college students?

For Zhao Ya, as long as these boys don't mess with her, she won't care.

Time is like a spinning windmill, controlled by an invisible wind, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

The eleventh holiday is coming, and I have just had a week of classes, and before I get into the topic, it's time for another holiday.

Therefore, college life is more about communicating with people, and only those who aim to enter graduate school will really grasp every minute of learning.

Zhao Ya is not interested in going to graduate school, let alone wasting time in love, the meaning of college to her is nothing more than a few more friends and a more real life.

This is like a mobile phone needs to be charged, life also needs a gas station, even if you want to save the world, you can't keep tense your nerves and not relax, that is not life, but a game.

At this moment, Zhao Ya and Song Shuxuan were sitting in the rental room, talking about life.

"It's like playing Go, everyone has their own ideas, some only focus on the result, and some care about the feeling of the moment." Song Shuxuan sat opposite Zhao Ya, crossing Erlang's legs, but his face looked like a life mentor.

"I didn't call you this time to talk about life ideals, how is the research of Rainbow Dream?" Zhao Ya asked lightly.

"There are already finished products, but the results in the experimental stage are not ideal, so they are still being studied." Song Shuxuan still had a breezy expression, glanced out the window and asked, "The life in the university is not bad, right?" ”

"You've asked that twice."

"But you never answered me." Song Shuxuan smiled wickedly.

"It's a good experience, but it always feels like a waste of time." Zhao Ya said.

"Hehe, Teacher Zhao Ya, you care too much about the result and don't feel life, so as long as it doesn't match the goal, you subconsciously think it's a waste of time." Song Shuxuan said.

"Yes, I'm also reflecting on this matter, just like playing chess, what I care about is the result of winning chess, so I don't want to go through all the waste chess that goes against winning chess."

"You have to use your life as a guide to play chess, so that it is more valuable." Song Shuxuan took out a pack of cigarettes in his arms and asked, "Can I smoke here?" ”

"No, you have to pump it back to your own home." Zhao Ya stopped.

"Okay, I'll go downstairs and smoke later." Song Shuxuan took the cigarette into his arms.

"You're such a billionaire, just suck up China?" Zhao Ya saw the packaging of the cigarette and asked with some curiosity.

"What's wrong with billionaires, it's the same 24 hours a day, they can't eat when they're full, and they only take up one bed to sleep." Song Shuxuan smiled and said, "Aren't you also worth billions of dollars, but you are still worried every day, and you can't even go to college easily." ”

"You're right, if this world is destroyed, even if you own this world, you will end up with nothing." Zhao Ya nodded and said, "Lin Tao and I opened a Yiqiu high-tech company, and Mr. Song is free to assist." ”

"This is no problem, your Yiqiu high-tech company, I have long been concerned, it is a company with great potential, if it is not for your company's sufficient funds, I will definitely be the first venture capital."

"Okay, my thinking was a little unclear in the previous paragraph, I have a billion Go fans in three years, how do you think I can do it?" Zhao Ya communicated with Song Shuxuan a lot during this time, after all, many secrets can only be exchanged with him, and when this world is about to run out, he still needs Song Shuxuan's help.

"Why are you asking my opinion now?" Song Shuxuan asked with a smile.

"Because I used to think it was something I could solve alone."

"Okay, I seem to have said that if you want to go quickly, you want people to like Go, and your black photo Go has been doing well, but it needs to be gradual, and we just need to have more Go publicity, like your recent foreign article, which is also a good way."

"But isn't that too slow?" Zhao Ya sighed lightly, if she was given a few more years, she wouldn't have to be so entangled.