Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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Yang Rui and Xiao Baiya visited Peking University together, and then continued to visit Tsinghua University, returning in the evening.

Xiao Baiya went back to the dormitory happily, and Yang Rui returned to the dormitory building of Peking University, what he saw was full of lights and boiling voices.

The freshmen were so excited that they couldn't sleep. It was still hot in September, and many people sat in the courtyard of the dormitory building. Some played cards, some sang, some just chatted, and some recited poems and played the guitar.

There are also people coming and going in the corridors, people visiting, chasing and arguing, stealing hot water, and recognizing fellow villagers.

This is the freest era, as it is for China, as it is for Peking University.

There is no host management to disturb, and there is no lights-off policy.

It was the Peking University of this era that gave birth to poets such as Haizi, Luo Yihe, Xichuan, and Ge Mai. In the past few years, Haizi has received guests from inside and outside the school in such a chaotic way in such a dormitory building. And then burst out amazing creativity.

Yang Rui re-examined this school, this dormitory building, and these people as if examining history.

In 1983, Xi Chuan was still at Peking University, but Yang Rui lacked interest in meeting celebrities.

He is just a fan of pseudo-literature, and he cares more about the combination of mysterious elements than those mysterious combinations of words.

If an equation is as beautiful as poetry, Yang Rui will feel excited, but if a poem is so beautiful, Yang Rui will only smile. At this point, Yang Rui is like a teenager who masturbates too much. He yearns for beautiful women, but maybe not in the usual sense.

Yang Rui stood downstairs in the dormitory and listened to the guitar playing and singing, then went upstairs and returned to the dormitory calmly.

The last time he went to college was more than ten years ago. Now that he is doing it again, although it feels fresh, he is much older than the real boy after all.

After chatting with the roommate who was still a bit unfamiliar, Yang Rui lay on his back on the bed after washing up, and closed his eyes to review the advanced math.

A little boring, but it can poke his excitement.

The process of thinking about a topic is repetitive, dry, and mechanical, but when the result of thinking comes out, the pleasure will be strong, moist, and lingering, which will support him to think about the next topic.

The lights in the room were on, Mao Qiming and Cai Guinong went for a stroll, Dong Zhicheng ate his steamed buns and literary classics on the upper bunk as usual, Qiu Xia introduced Beijing to Hou Bing with great interest, saying: "Hutongs are different from courtyards. Both Cai Guinong and I came from Hutongs. We are the children of ordinary people who live in Hutongs. Our parents either work in factories or sell things in shops. However, Hutongs are also particular now, and they are all in groups. A group of young people can’t find a job, they don’t have a place to go, and they are away from home. When you see this, you have to pay attention.”

"Is Beijing so chaotic?" Hou Bing was tall and thin,

Timid but small.

"I can't say it's chaotic, but there are a lot of gangsters. People of our age, if they didn't pass the exam, they are all staying at home now. People can't find a way out, so they can only hang around on the street, grabbing hats, grabbing shoes and so on. .”

Hou Bing touched his head subconsciously and said, "It's not good to grab a hat, it's quite a lot of money to buy a hat."

"What they robbed were all military caps, but you didn't have any."

"That's not okay." Hou Bing was very concerned about this: "Why is Beijing like this?"

"I can't find a job, so I only have to study. It's too simple. In addition, the current factories recruit their own children and recruit children from a system. Isn't this becoming hereditary? In my opinion, this system must be changed. .” Qiu Xia changed his subject to politics.

Not only Qiu Xia likes politics, but all the students now like to talk about politics. Talking about politics, ideals, and struggle were the main chat content of college students in the 1980s. In China in the 1980s, the problem of food was solved, and students no longer had to be hungry, and they would not be like students in the 1970s, thinking about how to get food all day long. Schools in the 1980s had a system of contract assignments, so students didn't have to talk about employment as they did in the 1990s.

The reform and opening up in the 1980s gave soil for institutional innovation, and students are the most sensitive group. With Qiu Xia starting, Dong Zhicheng put down the famous book and started chatting.

When the discussion got heated, Mao Qiming came back from outside the building, took out a tape as if offering a treasure, and said, "Have you heard Teresa Teng's new song?"

Several people shook their heads together, and Qiu Xia asked, "Do you have a tape recorder? What do you use to play it?"

"Look what I borrowed?" Mao Qiming took out a large radio that was half an arm long from behind him, and said with a smile, "I just asked for it from the drama club, and I will return it tomorrow. Let's listen to it today."

Dong Zhicheng immediately jumped down from the upper bunk, helped Mao Qiming plug in the radio, and then installed the tape, and the soft and beautiful voice immediately rang.

Politics was no longer discussed, but music, literature and poetry.

After a while, people from other dormitories also poured into 203, and a tape was played over and over again.

The sound of the music is loud, and the voices of the excited students are even louder, but it is difficult for Yang Rui to blend into this frenzied atmosphere. When he knows what the future is like, when he knows how powerful the inertia of politics is, he It is difficult to have the urge to devote himself to politics.

In fact, as a scientific research geek, Yang Rui's nature is relatively calm, and considering that tomorrow is the start day of the difficult military training, Yang Rui quietly plugged in his earphones, curled up and fell asleep.

Mao Qiming noticed Yang Rui's movements, and stared at his earphones curiously for a long time. He also took advantage of the upper bunk to observe his Walkman before going to sleep on his own.

Dormitory 203 was noisy until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night before it completely quieted down. Dong Zhicheng slept for a few hours in a daze when he heard the deafening whistle.

"Get up, get up! Military training has begun! Be smart."

Regardless of whether they were awake or not, they were all yelled at by the counselors and military training instructors. Dong Zhicheng didn't want to get out of bed, so he was grabbed by the instructor and washed his face with spit: "What are you thinking? We're all assembled, don't you want to wear clothes, right? If you don't wear clothes, just assemble naked."

"Damn it." Dong Zhicheng obviously didn't wake up, scolded his mother, and started to get dressed.

The scolded instructor froze for a moment, raised the stick in his hand, and was stopped by the counselor.

The instructor hesitated for a moment, then left cursing.

Mao Qiming touched Dong Zhicheng and said, "Be careful of getting into trouble, it will be troublesome if the 'Shanshen Watermark' offends the instructor."

Dong Zhicheng laughed indifferently, and then went to the cabinet to look through the military uniforms that had been issued early, put them on his forehead, and then ran downstairs.

The freshmen spent half an hour gathered on the playground, followed by endless lectures and ceremonies.

Those who stayed up late last night were fucked this morning, and those who didn't stay up late yesterday were also exhausted.

When I started to stand in the queue in the afternoon, I really wanted to die, and I was so tired that I started to fuck.

Yang Rui's foundation is good enough, and he exercises every day, so he can persevere. Others stood in the military posture to relax and distract their minds. He stood in the military posture to review advanced mathematics. After half an hour, not only did he not feel bored, but he was also in a good mood, but his legs and feet were a little sore.

When it was time to rest, Dong Zhicheng looked at Yang Rui with envy, and said, "I didn't realize that you, the number one scholar, are in such good health."

"If you hadn't stayed up late yesterday, you would have survived today." Yang Rui curled his lips.

"Yeah, you said it's still half a day, how can we make it through?" Dong Zhicheng looked worried.

"Just think of something happy." Lao Cai introduced his experience.

"Think with your eyes closed?"

"Keep open, the instructor can let you close your eyes, let me tell you, you just look at the road ahead, so many seniors come and go, how interesting." Lao Cai stroked his chin, said: "There are more questions Girls with hot water bottles, a group of them, it’s very interesting to watch, you won’t feel tired if you look at it for a while.”

"I saw it just now, but it's a bit strange. You said, the road ahead of us is quite far from the boiler room. Why are so many girls carrying water and passing in front of us?" Mao Qiming also joined in. Come in and find a loophole.

"There are only girls with hot water bottles, not boys." Hou Bing silently gave a new answer.

According to what they said, several people all looked towards the main road ahead. Sure enough, only girls with hot water bottles passed by, and no boys passed by.

"Is the girls' dormitory near here?" Dong Zhicheng asked strangely.

"Anyway, you shouldn't go this way to fetch water." Mao Qiming shook his head.

"It's time for a break, everyone is assembled, everyone is assembled!" the instructor shouted, interrupting everyone's discussions.

On the other side of the training ground, there is still an endless stream of seniors visiting the military training. Sunshine, sweat and military uniforms make the training ground full of curious hormones.

Among them, the tall and handsome Yang Rui was also remembered by countless people.

……(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Genesis to subscribe and give a reward. Your support is the author's greatest motivation.)