On August 30th, the weather in Beijing was clear and cloudless.
The opening ceremony was held in the Great Hall of Tsinghua University. Early in the morning, all kinds of luxury cars with Beijing license plates drove into the campus.
Compared to these luxury cars that cost millions of dollars, some domestically produced cars that look low-key and restrained are actually more eye-catching, because when you look at the license plate numbers, they either start with 00, or they are consecutive numbers or have several identical numbers. No matter how much the car itself is worth, ordinary people are definitely not qualified to drive such a car.
Liang Conglin led the Tsinghua University team to welcome guests at the entrance of the Great Hall.
In addition to the elites from all walks of life who come to attend Tsinghua University's annual opening ceremony to show their respect, some media will also come.
However, the anniversary celebration of a century-old university is different from ordinary entertainment industry feasts. Most of the media that are qualified to interview have some official background. In any case, ordinary entertainment tabloids are definitely not qualified to participate.
Wen Ziyu arrived early, and he was accompanied by people from dormitory 3306. Fu Ge was also there and went with them.
We are all young men full of vigor and vitality. Although we quarrel, it is different from pulling hair with girls. Once the quarrel is over, it is over. No one is trying to make things difficult for others, or doing anything to exclude others.
"Mr. Wen." Zhou Yang walked quickly, and climbed over to Wen Ziyu's shoulders, smiling and winking: "I heard that your goddess will also be on stage today. You didn't wake us up early in the morning to grab a spot just because... um? Your goddess Qiao?"
Wen Ziyu's face turned red after being teased by him. He kicked him and groaned in anger: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? As a member of Tsinghua University, can't I support the school anniversary?"
Zhou Yang laughed and twisted his waist to avoid his kick, looking at him with an expression that said 'stop pretending, we all know it'.
There has been talk on the internet that Jiang Li will come to this year's school anniversary celebration. As a top celebrity, Jiang Li has many fans among the female students at Tsinghua University.
There is no shortage of spectators at this year's school anniversary celebration.
Many girls posted on the school forum early, calling on people to get up early to grab seats, so as to avoid being unable to enter the venue due to lack of seats.
In previous years, Wen Shao had no interest in the school anniversary. He was absent every year and never came.
This year, he got up at 8am, washed his hair, looked for clothes, and made himself look glamorous. He called them out early in the morning because he was afraid that he would not be able to get a seat and miss his goddess' performance...
Wen Ziyu went after Qiao Nian, and everyone in the dormitory knew this "secret".
"I heard that the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine will perform a solo dance this year, but I don't know what kind of dance it is." Zhou Yang tilted his head and said, thinking back.
"Who knows." Wen Ziyu was absent-minded and not very interested: "You will know after you see it."
Seeing that he was distracted, Zhou Yang moved his lips and finally told him that the clinical department was going to be very strong this year, and Jiang Xianrou was also going to put on a dance. Don't let them have a collision, otherwise his goddess would be thrown into disgrace, which would be very embarrassing!
Fu Ge was wearing casual clothes today, a blue striped shirt over a white T-shirt, and black pants. The combination was particularly refreshing and handsome.
However, there was a gloomy look between his brows, which weakened the refreshing feeling given by his outfit and made people less willing to approach him.
Wen Ziyu was discussing the school anniversary with Zhou Yang. He didn't say a word the whole time. He just followed them with his hands in his pockets and a cold face.
(End of this chapter)