In September, primary and secondary schools across the country officially ushered in the beginning of the school season, and Grace High School was revitalized again with the addition of new students. For Zhi, who had just enjoyed a quiet summer vacation, the arrival of these people was a sign of disturbing their territory, so they protested loudly and dissatisfied.

Mao Xian took the opportunity to recruit new students for the club to have a glimpse of the demeanor of the new students, of course, only for girls. The so-called enemy has a narrow road, and he is responsible for recruiting new people together, as well as Liu Qianwen, the two have been sitting together for a morning, Liu Qianwen has no smile at all, and scares away many people who want to join. As soon as the time for lunch came, after someone came to hand it over, Mao Xian quickly sorted out his schoolbag and rushed to the canteen, during which he fell on his heels. Some freshmen sighed when they saw it, with this man here, they won't be able to grab food in the future.

At noon that day, it was time to eat, and Qiuhua was studying a math problem, so he didn't care about eating. When he finished solving the problem and went to the cafeteria, he found that Tian Jingru beckoned to him. Qiuhua walked over, but she didn't expect Jingru to have cooked a good meal for him, and there was his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs in it, and she knew his taste.

Qiu Hua was greatly moved, and said with a smile: "Wife, you are so good, you have waited for me for so long." "Don't be poor, I'm not waiting for you, I just got a meal, really." Tian Jingru couldn't help but glance at him, at first he thought he was the kind of talent who didn't eat fireworks in the world, but he didn't expect to get along for a long time, only to find out that he was such a poor person. Qiuhua looked at the time, and then came to his senses, it turned out that Jingru had been queuing for more than half an hour, so he shook his head again and sighed: "The hatred of each session is being transmitted, I finally understand the feeling that the seniors said." ”

September is not only the beginning of the school season, but also a national literary competition for middle school students kicked off in September, and this year's event was held in the imperial capital, where high schools from all provinces and cities sent literary talents to compete in it. Due to the large number of students this year, the organizers decided to limit the number of students participating in each high school to no more than two. Therefore, Qiaoen High School sent Qiuhua and Shi Yingying to go. When I first heard that the number of people was going to decrease, Qiuhua was in third place, and she no longer had any hope of participating in this event. Unexpectedly, he was unanimously recommended by the Chinese teachers and the principal in the grade, as for the reason, according to the principal, it was because Qiuhua's usual Chinese performance was stable. As for whether there are other reasons, perhaps only the headmaster himself knows.

Qiuhua is sitting on the plane to the imperial capital at the moment, different from the usual bus, there is no saying here that he opens the window to breathe when he feels bored. Qiuhua sat in his seat and read a book, and after a while, he felt that something was wrong, and the sky was not as comfortable as the ground. Shi Yingying glanced at him and scolded with a smile: "Nerd." Qiuhua had no intention of arguing with her, so she just put down the book and put her ears on it to listen to the song. After a while, his left arm was suddenly shaken, Qiuhua took off the headphones, and listened to Shi Yingying ask, "Hey, idiot, what are you listening to?" Qiuhua subconsciously handed her the earphones on the other side, Shi Yingying took them and listened to them for a while, and then a word popped out of her mouth, "It's good." The two did not speak, the plane rose into the higher clouds, and Qiuhua fell asleep. I don't know how long later, there was suddenly an unknown weight on his left shoulder, Qiu Hua opened his eyes, and closed his eyes in panic.

At 12:36 p.m., the plane came to the territory of the imperial capital, and the weather was clear. Shi Yingying had woken up and looked out the window quietly. While overlooking the imperial capital from the plane, Qiu Hua only thought of the word "dense". Once again, everything is still unfamiliar. This time, the two of them were led by another teacher from the school, but Shi Yingying was going to live with her aunt, and Qiuhua planned to go to see Huang Jingqiu and surprise her, so the three of them were temporarily separated, and the game was tomorrow, so they still had time to visit the city.

Qiuhua went to the place where she came for the first time again, and there was a slight change there, the "first face in the world" has changed its façade and become "the first bag in the world". It is said that "standing in the tuyere, pigs can go to the sky." However, you must know that the art of opening a store is all under your hands, in this fascinating city, the "world's first" brand is definitely enough to earn enough gimmicks, enough to bring a large number of customers, but how to turn these customers into repeat customers, these are not just "the world's first" four words can be solved. The word "ingenuity" does not only refer to the core quality of craftsmen, as long as people who are engaged in all those who are closely related to human life need to have "ingenuity".

Qiuhua is like a headless fly, wandering wherever she goes. At this time, a big school gate suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, magnificent, with four big words written on it, he almost didn't shout excitedly, because this is the school he yearns for, and it is the place where he has traveled countless times in his dreams, and today he finally got his true face, Qiuhua calmed down his excitement and walked in slowly.

Different from ordinary universities, "Qingbei University" has a profound heritage, and there is a "museum" unique to this school. Qiuhua walked in and saw a lot of names that she only saw in books on weekdays. The museum treasures the manuscripts of these masters, these masters are rigorous in their studies, and even the manuscripts are not treated sloppily, one by one the fonts are flying and dancing, orderly in chaos, Qiuhua can't help but admire, and at the same time secretly determined that he must be admitted to the north of the Qing Dynasty. Before he knew it, he had transferred to the Faculty of Letters, and everything here was even more beautiful. There are a lot of ancient buildings here, and the designers have inscribed verses for each place, and the whole place is antique. There are also some rockeries on the side of the road, and those who have good deeds also write poems and essays for one or two of them. Good poems and masterpieces can be picked up everywhere. Take a picture with your hand, and it's a beautiful view.

Qiu Hua was tired of walking, so he wanted to walk in the pavilion not far away, and when he was about to walk, he suddenly stopped. It turned out that there was a girl sitting in the pavilion, dressed in white and snowy, fluttering in clothes, as if she had come out of an ancient painting. There was a piano in front of her, her fingers stroked it, and the music came out, Qiu Hua didn't know which dynasty and which generation she was playing, Qiu Hua only knew that there was a villain in his heart at the moment, dancing with the music.