At that time, when I scheduled classes, I only thought that the environment around the library was good, and I could walk around the neighborhood more after class, but now I ...... It's all tears.

There's nothing wrong with exercising in the morning, it's good to exercise, breathe fresh air, go to bed early and get up early to develop good habits.

Jiang Di thoroughly remembered that the class to be taught in the library was called the Chinese Studies class.

It's very simple to make college life fulfilling, take classes when you have classes, make up notes when you don't, and arrange an off-campus trip when you don't have classes all day or in the morning or afternoon.

You can have a good time in the university town, you can also walk around the nearby pedestrian street food city, and other universities with good views will not refuse people from outside the school to enter, so you have to be mentally prepared to go to places of interest and historical sites.

After all, when it comes to holidays, it is crowded, do you want to see people or see the scenery?

Jiang Di lives a quiet college life every day, and on Friday, she goes to the flower market to buy a few flowers, and the boss is a girl who loves to laugh, and will intimately help Jiang Di package the flowers into small bouquets.

Then go around the square where there are many bands roadshows, listen to your favorite songs for a while, buy a cup of milk tea when you go back, and walk home slowly by the light of the street lamp.

Cut the flower branches casually and insert them into the vase, add a third of the water, the flowers of the previous week have not completely withered, Jiang Di finished removing the petals and pressing them into the pages.

Jiang Di still didn't know the girl's name, the club recruited new people on Saturday, Jiang Di didn't decide what club he wanted to enter, the Hundred Regiments Battle was indeed fiercely competitive, but I didn't know what kind of scene the Hundred Regiments Battle was in this otherworldly university.

Ning Wen likes the guitar, Jiang Di also studied for a while, and found that he had no talent, barely able to play a complete tune, as for the skills or something, it was never before.

Ning Wen himself can't, Jiang Di hasn't been able to learn anything famous, it's okay to play a little star, but fortunately, Ning Wen's wish is not to learn to play the guitar.

There will be a guitar club in the general college club, and Jiang Di thought that joining the guitar club should be a good choice, as long as everyone is not required to play the guitar.

Otherwise, Jiang Di will be brushed down in the first round, which will be very sad.

The weather on Saturday was very good, Jiang Di's face was not red or out of breath at the end of the morning exercise, and he bought a porridge in the school cafeteria for breakfast.

The heads of the clubs also got up quite early, occupied the land early and began to arrange their own scenes, and the guitar club and vocal club have sent powerful players to start performing.

It seems like...... It makes no difference.

Jiang Di found the location of the guitar club, and when she stood in front of the person in charge, the person in charge was still a little confused.

"Are you interested in our community?"

"Hmm."

"Then fill out this intention form first, and if you don't understand, you can ask me."

Jiang Di took the pen handed over by the person in charge, and began to fill in the form after reading the general content.

"You're the first freshman to come today, running straight to our booth, do you have a deep love for the guitar club?" The person in charge is a senior sister, and the seniors are all debugging the equipment on the side, and some of them go to the vocal club to accompany.

"I like the guitar, but I don't seem to have the talent for it, so I'll try my luck."

Ning Wen should like the guitar very much, otherwise how could he not play the guitar himself, and maintain the guitar at home so well.

Jiang Di subconsciously ignored another possibility: the person she cared about liked the guitar, so she liked it like this.

You don't necessarily love Wu, but you are likely to love Wu.

The guitar doesn't have any special magic, Jiang Di has taught himself these days, and he also fell in love with the feeling of holding the guitar and plucking the strings at will in his spare time.

Maybe it's laid-back, but it's fascinating.

The stave is considered to be clear, but there are too many indescribable things between what he thinks in his head and the movements in his hands, and Jiang Di has given up learning complex tunes.

Recently, the favorite is the ukulele, this is very easy to use, the stable guitar Jiang Di doesn't know how to maintain, and entrusts it to a well-known musical instrument store to take good care of before coming to Jiangcheng.

The guitar is a stable baby, to give it the best care, Jiang Di once imagined that she would learn to play the guitar and have a high-level finger play, as for now, she would listen to other people's solos and accept the influence of art.

Maybe one day I will be able to get the hang of it, but for the time being, I don't have hope.

"The instructor of the club is a master, and you must not miss his classes in the future." When the senior sister mentioned the instructor of the club, her eyes were full of admiration.

"No one rules that you have to be able to play the guitar to join the guitar club, as long as you really like it, then the guitar club welcomes you to join."

"There are more people who can play the guitar now, but fewer people actually like it."

Jiang Di looked at the person who came out of nowhere, who looked very heroic, probably a senior, and was silent for a while.

If there was nothing wrong with her ears, the voice she had just heard should be Zhengtaiyin, a little milky, but the gap between this real person and her imagination was a little too big.

"President, didn't you say that you were going to pick up your little wife today?" The senior sister who had spoken to Jiang Di before said with a smile.

President of the guitar club...... Well...... Jiang Di found that it was easy to be preconceived consciously, after all, the singers she was familiar with playing the guitar were all images of literary and artistic youths.

This is not good, and it has to be fixed as soon as possible.

"I thought about it, it's still important to be a new member, the little wife is there, and she doesn't have long legs or wings, so she can't run." The president's laughter was also sincere, and Jiang Di's deliberately controlled hearing could hear the sound of his chest ringing.

"This senior girl is the first to come today, why don't you show your hand?"

"Okay, which of you lends me equipment?"

When Jiang Di didn't fully react, the senior sister gave her a chair and arranged it in the best audience.

Jiang Di can't say that she knows the guitar, she has heard a lot of finger play, and she can't tell whether the skills are superb or not, but she can be sure that this president is definitely an expert in finger playing.

"How? The president is the best guitar player in our club, but because of his positive tone, he never opens his mouth when he performs on stage. ”

"It's a special contrast."

"You won't regret coming to our club, every member is very interesting."

Jiang Diting wanted to say, I had already made a decision, but what you said made me still a little shaken.

But looking at their sincere eyes, Jiang Di felt that this feeling was not bad, and if he was in the club in the future, he should be happy every day.

"After that, I still need more care from the seniors."

"After all, I said I don't have the talent for it, and I'm really not modest."

Jiang Di's smile was sincere, and his tone was also sincere,