Fang Cheng and Lin Nuannuan returned to school in a leisurely manner, and the two walked around the campus again, and Fang Cheng sent the reluctant Lin Nuannuan back to the dormitory. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Twenty minutes later.

Fang Cheng walked into the dormitory building, glanced at the sign-in sheet at the door, hesitated for a moment, and did not sign in after all.

After all, he has very little time at school, and there is no need to sign in.

One step and three steps, Fang Cheng walked to the door of the dormitory, his eyes were calm, and he opened the door of the dormitory.

Well?

No one in the hall?

It seems to be in a small room.

Fang Cheng nodded, it was the final exam at this time, and the roommates should be all reviewing, so he walked into the small room.

"Squeak. ”

The door opens and closes again.

Han Wenshi was sitting in a chair reading with his back to the door, sometimes sliding a black signature pen and stopping to write on a white piece of paper full of handwriting.

"Zhang Tu, why are you back?"

Han Wenshi didn't look back, but asked in some surprise.

Huang Xiuguang, who was sitting on the bed, was looking down and playing with his mobile phone, chatting happily with a female classmate, and he glanced up casually.

In an instant, Huang Xiuguang's head, which had been lowered due to inertia, paused, as if a clock was moving, and raised his gaze again and again: "Fang, Brother Fang?"

"Huh?"

Han Wenshi's right hand trembled, and the black gel pen fell on the table, slipping from the table to the ground.

He turned his head and looked:

"Old Fang?"

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded: "En, are you reviewing?"

Han Wenshi stood up in surprise, walked to Fang Cheng's side and patted him on the shoulder to show his closeness, but the inexplicable emotions in his heart were troubled.

His raised left hand, shook it twice in mid-air, and then put it down with a dry smile.

The current Fang Cheng is the first young warrior in China.

This huge gap in identity and status makes him how to treat it with a normal heart.

Fang Cheng shook his head, walked up and hugged Han Wenshi's shoulders: "How's the review? ”

"Review is okay ......"

Speaking of this, Han Wenshi looked down at the cotton clothes he was wearing, and then stared at Fang Cheng's clothes tightly.

In this cold winter, in this extremely deserted dormitory without air conditioning, Fang Cheng only wore a T-shirt and a thin jacket over it.

Han Wenshi took a deep breath, his eyes full of shock: "Old Fang, you, you're not cold?"

When he asked this, he shook his head speechlessly: "It's worthy of being a martial artist, and it's amazing to wear so little in winter." ”

Fang Cheng laughed lightly.

During the Arctic Ocean training, he wore even less than that.

After thinking about it, Fang Chengchong nodded at Huang Xiuguang, who was full of restraint.

At this time, Huang Xiuguang was already standing on the ground, rubbing his hands and looking at Fang Cheng, seeing Fang Cheng nodding at himself, his face flushed with excitement, and he stumbled:

"Brother Fang, you, are you coming back for the exam?"

Fang Cheng waved his hand, pulled Han Wenshi's stool, and sat down: "Just come back and see you, I haven't reviewed, how to take the exam." ”

"Hehe, that's also true. ”

"Hey, Lao Fang, you're so good, it's just a final exam, go directly to the principal, he dares not to give it, beat him. ”

Fang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "I really plan to do so, just do it." ”

Thirty minutes later.

Fang Cheng walked out of the dormitory.

Looking at the hazy moonlight and feeling the cold atmosphere on campus, Fang Cheng looked up at the sky and sighed: "It's really awkward." ”

To be friends is to establish a situation where there is not much gap in identity and status.

Of course, it is not ruled out that he can ignore the gap with a deep emotional foundation, but it is obvious that he does not have a deep friendship with Han Wenshi and Huang Xiuguang.

Sometimes, former friends and classmates suddenly become strangers.

Sometimes, many people have left without saying goodbye.

Fang Cheng pinched his teeth, pursed his lips, and walked out of the campus.

He didn't plan to live in the dormitory tonight, the villa on Master's side was still waiting for him to move in, so why huddle in a small dormitory and chat with two or three people about awkward topics.

This has to be said to be a kind of sadness.

The Yunda campus is huge.

Fang Cheng walked on campus, only feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

In the emotion, there is nostalgia and reminiscence, pity and envy.

Looking at the smiling classmates on campus, they walked briskly, and occasionally a young couple could be seen making awkward noise.

Comfortable, relaxed and comfortable environment, Fang Cheng is deeply immersed in it.

It's an atmosphere that can never be felt on the island of Nibreda.

This atmosphere is youth, sunshine, the rising sun, and the hope of being ready to spread its wings and soar.

............

The next day.

Fang Cheng got up early in the morning, and in the small martial arts training room of the villa, he was like a fish, enjoying himself in a room of more than 100 square meters.

After practicing for a full hour, Fang Cheng's breathing was still calm, and he floated to the door of the room, muttering to himself:

How can the Agility attribute be so useful?

Earth's gravitational pull has reduced me by almost a quarter, which is incredible.

After casually stuffing some beef, Fang Cheng chewed slowly and finished breakfast.

After four months of life-and-death struggle on Nibreda Island, even the most boring beef, Fang Cheng also felt a sense of satisfaction when he ate it in his mouth.

Without contrast, there is no happiness.

Fang Cheng wiped the corners of his mouth, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and put them in the cupboard.

Then he checked the water and electricity in the villa, walked to the door, picked up the car keys on the shoe cabinet, and walked out of the villa.

Standing at the door for a moment, he turned around and locked the door, and Fang Cheng walked to the black sports car in the parking space in front of the villa - Porsche 818.

"Buzz. ”

The sports car starts slowly.

Driving to the door of the villa, the security guard standing in the guard post saluted, Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, and drove the car out.

Twenty minutes later.

Downstairs of the Academic Affairs Building of Yunhai University.

The dark black sports car exuded a dazzling brilliance, and under the curious eyes of a few students, it was firmly parked in the parking position in front of the building.

Fang Cheng got out of the car.

Principal's Office.

The principal of Yunda smiled and greeted Fang Cheng with an extremely sincere and sincere greeting: "Fang Cheng, is this a special training to return to school?"

"Well, Headmaster, I'd like to talk to you about the final exams. ”

Fang Cheng paused and went straight to the point.

A gleam flashed in the eyes of the principal of Yunda, and he said with a smile: "Fang Cheng, you can rest assured, from this semester onwards, all your final exams will be exempted, and your graduation certificate and degree certificate will not be a problem." ”

Fang Cheng was stunned, and his face was surprised: "Huh?"

The principal of Yunda was nervous, and his tone was a little anxious: "Fang Cheng is going to graduate early?"

"Not ......"

Ten minutes later, in the warm hospitality of the president of Yunda, Fang Cheng left the office with deep astonishment and doubt.

"Bang. ”

The solid wood door to the principal's office closes.

Principal Yunda dragged his glasses, pondered for a while, walked to the desk, picked up a tissue, took off the glasses, and wiped them gently.

The principal of Yunda exhaled lightly, and seemed to be a little relieved:

Fortunately, Fang Cheng didn't come to drop out...... Suspend study, take a break, what is this thing, as long as he is still in Yunda, it is better than anything else.

In October, the amount of appropriation from the Chinese Ministry of Finance, which had already been set, suddenly increased by 7 percent.

It's a shame that the old man has a classmate in the Ministry of Finance, otherwise he would really be kept in the dark, tsk, this Fang Cheng is too amazing, and he can actually affect the appropriation of the Ministry of Finance......

How can the amount of the grant be modified?

Since the founding of the country, it has not been revised.

Fang Cheng, what earth-shattering things did he do?

Principal Yun glanced at the doorway, shook his head, and slowly sat down in the leather seat, leaning back and sitting comfortably in the chair.

"What is the reason...... I've lived most of my life, and I've never heard of anything like this......"