The bells of the Faculties of the Federal University have been rung.
The coldest time of the year has arrived.
All students have returned home except those who have to stay overnight in the campus due to special circumstances.
The teachers also held the last meeting of the school year, evaluated the outstanding student representatives of each college, and dealt with a series of miscellaneous matters such as admission and transfer, and the teachers and professors of the school were also on vacation.
Of course, there are also professors who stay in school.
The goose feathers were falling lightly and the snow was flying heavily. Mr. Mao was wearing a thick down jacket, standing in the snowdrift, looking at his tutor, "Teacher, why don't you go to my house for the New Year?"
"Are you kidding?" Old Dean Fu rolled his eyes and left work. His serious face was filled with anger, "You thought it was a meal? I'm right here, you should go back quickly."
The teacher is getting older.
Years made him rickety, Teacher Mao suddenly felt his nose was a little sore, the teacher and his wife were both front-line soldiers, but it was a pity that the teacher retired with honor, the teacher...
And their only daughter, who also died in an accident.
I heard that these years, the teacher spent the New Year alone, "Teacher, why don't I stay with you to celebrate the New Year!"
"I'll save you alone!"
It is impossible to say that you are not moved, but the students also have their own families, "Are you afraid that your mother asked where your wife is when you go home? Why do you want to hide here?"
"I won't give you this umbrella, go back, I'm used to it by myself."
Dean Fu repeatedly refused, and Teacher Mao could only leave resentfully.
Needless to say, he never thought that he would be able to escape the marriage urging before. The dean said so, staying is really the best of both worlds.
After a moment of hissing, he went back to his dormitory to get his luggage, and got on the suspension car at the entrance of the courtyard. Teacher Mao also returned home.
Overlooking from a high altitude, the Federation Star has become a sea of red. Everyone is preparing for the New Year. Mr. Mao is in a small villa area on the west side of the suburb, quite far away. On the way there, he turned on the terminal and surfed To pass the time.
Oh, the top page of today's hot list is social news.
The previous case of a senior executive of the federal company forcing a female anchor to sell sex has been judged. The criminal Qian Song deeply repented and was about to go to the mine star to serve... His father met him before leaving, and he was also in tears, feeling that he was sorry for the public.
Teacher Mao hated this news. He felt that it was a pity that Qinghong (anchor) committed suicide, but he also felt that the sentence was too low. For such a thing, he only needs to be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment. Shouldn’t he be imprisoned for a lifetime
The death penalty is also punishable.
The death penalty should not be abolished.
After these deplorable news, Mr. Mao couldn't help clicking into Jiang Jiujiu's food circle to surf.
After all, he is his favorite student.
The circle of Jiujiu is relatively peaceful and warm, except for food exchange posts, there are cooking discussion posts, but recently there are more "surprise posts".
Because two days ago, the selection of the final quota for the New Year's Eve dinner ended, and this year's "Heavenly Chosen Sons" were also freshly released.
Those who got the invitation letter were posting the invitation letter, and those who couldn't get it were gearing up to watch the live broadcast.
Moreover, the two parties are still 'communicating' friendly, and at that time there will be a 'full banquet dish tasting and sharing', so that those who have not received the coupon can also feel the taste of the New Year in the air.
Everyone was clamoring, Teacher Mao smiled and looked at his backstage.
He is not the Emperor of Europe, but there are indeed 6 tickets in the background.
The proud student quietly invited their family.