Capital University.
It is located in the capital and has a long history of nearly a hundred years. Zhong Ling Yuxiu has walked out of countless celebrities. It is a first-class comprehensive institution that countless students yearn for.
Today's first university is also very calm, except that the forum is quiet, sizzling and boiling, like fried dough sticks that have just been cooked at the school gate in the morning with few people.
Until 11:00 a.m., the East Campus Food Festival will be held.
Stepping into the gate of the East Campus, go to the doll handing out flyers to pick up a map, and follow the route above.
In front of them is a uniformly issued sign, with white paper and green characters writing the food and price to be sold at the stall, as well as a copy of the business license.
Yang Mo pondered that these might be because they came late and didn't get a good spot to set up a stall, or they specially fooled people like Lu Youqi who just came here to see everything new.
Yang Mo didn't buy anything, and Lu Youqi didn't have any spare time. The two walked forward. Sure enough, the lively and boiling sound in front surrounded the entire playground, and the lawn and running track were full of people.
The rushing aroma and steaming shouts seduce people's curiosity and appetite.
There are also fire-fighting propaganda cars on the outside, showing fire-fighting propaganda films and filled with fire extinguishers—and one at each stall.
The planning of the student union of the management college is very thoughtful.
Lu Youqi only regretted why he had to buy so many before.
Yang Mo was pulled over by Lu Youqi.
He doesn't like places that are too lively, and it is already extremely honorable to be able to accompany broadband.
Yang Mo just bought a spicy chicken chop and a cup of sour plum soup, walked to the auditorium next to the playground, and sat on the top floor, overlooking all living beings, and let go of Lu Youqi to have fun alone.
He admired the variety of the booth. Everyone showed their magical powers. In order to make their food stand out, they tried their best, and all kinds of names and historical legends did not refuse to put them on themselves.
Qianlong's old man's house was pulled out and turned around. This shout is the emperor's private visit and unexpected food, and that is a must-order dish for the royal family every time he goes to the south of the Yangtze River.
Yang Mo thinks that all these bluffs are just for fun. They are all adults, and a search on the Internet can reveal true and false things without being too rigid.
But the McDonald's stall where he bought chicken chops also claimed that Emperor Qianlong once rewarded them, which is too much.
Fortunately, the school leaders took the teachers and student leaders for a round tour. These talents obediently put away Haikou, which is trying to tamper with history, and it is all true and false.
Yang Mo sat on it and looked interesting.
Someone called him.
He turned to look, it was Lin Chu.
The small paper bag in Lin Chu's hand contained barbecued meat and gluten tied with bamboo sticks. He sat beside Yang Mo, handed it over, and said, "The barbecue restaurant at the entrance of the East Campus, try it?"
Yang Mo was shoved into his hand by Lin Chu, so he had to accept it and thank him.
Yang Mo thought he liked quiet too, but he didn't expect him to come to such a place to join in the fun, so he asked, "Anyone with me?"
Lin Chu shook his head: "alone"
He said: "I used to be a student of the East Campus, but later I changed majors across departments. There are many friends here, come and see."
Yang Mo: "Oh."
Lin Chu: "Are you with someone?"
Yang Mo glanced down, and Lu Youqi had long since disappeared. So he said, "No."
The two sat side by side. During the chat, we also chatted about the intersection of interests for a while. The passers-by who came to rest or eat were all looking at the two people behind who were seriously discussing the program code at the food festival.
Lin Chu: "You are amazing."
Yang Mo: "Thank you."
Yang Mo saw that his eyes had been looking in a fixed direction, as if he was waiting for someone. So he suggested: "Let's go down together
Lin Chu: "Okay."
The two had just walked down the stairs of the auditorium when they suddenly heard a movement somewhere. Looking at it, it turned out that someone had brought in the audio equipment and was conducting an audition.
The students who had been looking forward to the performance for a long time gathered around, ready to cheer.
The performers said they had been brought in by foreign aid from the conservatory.
Hearing the bursts of applause, Yang Mo and Lin Chu were spinning on the playground. They seemed to have their own diaphragms, and the music couldn't get into their ears, and the aroma and shouting couldn't affect them.
Lin Chu glanced at the band in the center of the playground, they were using rock and roll.
Lin Chu turned his head, thought it was funny, and said, "Didn't the freshman choose F4?"
Yang Mo: "..."
Lin Chu: "I think I'm a little out of step with the trend of the times."
Yang Mo: "Don't worry, this is not mainstream."
Lin Chu laughed.
The two turned around, Lin Chu glanced at his watch and said, "I'm very happy to meet you. I still have something to do, so I'll go first."
Yang Mo nodded at him, stretched out his hand to say hello, and watched his figure go away.
Just as he was about to turn his head back, he saw a tall boy suddenly jumped out from the side, making Lin Chu stumble, and he could hear an excited "Senior!"
Yang Mo blinked.
Suddenly, inexplicably, I thought of Han Shiyu.
Yang Mo threw this strange person out of his mind and just took a step forward. The owner of the stall next to him called out, "Handsome guy!"
Yang Mo's eardrums automatically filtered these words for attracting guests and continued to move forward.
The boss is a girl. From the student card hanging around her neck, it can be seen that she is still a student at the Shouda University.
The little boss was very persistent, his neck stretched out, he changed his name and shouted to Yang Mo: "Senior, little brother!"
Yang Mo looked back at her suspiciously.
The little boss knew that he was an old salesman as soon as he opened his mouth, and said, "Congratulations, you are the 520th classmate who stopped in front of my booth for more than three seconds, and you are fortunate to enjoy a 50% discount..."
"Oh," Yang Mo said, "it's not that I want to stop. You can give it to the next person."
He turned his head and was about to leave, but the little boss called him again: "Hey, brother—"
Yang Mo turned his head again.
She said pitifully: "The original price of a box of handmade fresh milk mochi is 50 yuan, and half the price is 25 yuan. We are losing money! After this village, there is really no such shop."
She said while gesturing: "This snack has a history, when Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River..."
Yang Mo: "...Enough is enough."
The little boss looked at him with the look of a small animal begging for food.
Yang Mo: "..."
Yang Mo couldn't stand this look, not to mention this was a girl.
But he hesitated for a moment when he touched the phone.
He hadn't contacted his father for a month, and the old man seemed to starve to death this bastard son and give birth to a new one, and he stubbornly refused to ask for it.
Now, with the living expenses in hand, he can survive the end of the month. If he buys this box of desserts now, he needs to be accompanied by steamed buns and pickles at least this evening and tomorrow morning.
Yang Mo sighed and said, "I didn't bring any money or school card."
Little boss: "We also support online payment, dear."
Yang Mo said seriously, "I didn't bring my cell phone."
Little boss: "… "
She looked at the chicken chop packaging bag in Yang Mo's hand, wondering if she should expose his clumsy reason.
Suddenly, there was a sound on the opposite side, and another team came with the speaker not far away. The voices in the crowd swayed again.
The "kick stage" part of the performance will be more eye-catching.
Yang Mo was having a headache, how could he pretend to be anxious that his mobile phone had been dropped halfway, and when he smelled a sound not far away, he glanced at it by the way.
Yang Mo raised his eyebrows.
I saw his little brother passing by with the stereo.
He was wearing a cap instead. It was clean, tall and thin, like the first beam of light that shone on the campus of the Capital University in the morning. The color was warm and not dazzling.
One of the top forums posted "How many handsome guys are there in Industry and Commerce 1901?" The first comment of Han Shiyu was the first reply.
Yang Mo saw this post by chance, so he clicked in and took a look.
He didn't believe this unrealistic description, because when he first met Han Shiyu, he didn't feel the light was warm, but rather panicked.
But at this time, if you put aside those surprises and residual impressions, and simply treat this glance as your first sight. Yang Mo found... that description is quite realistic.
Han Shiyu smiled, looking shy and green.
After watching the crowd, he picked up the microphone, blew a sound, and made a ringing sound. He picked a girl who was watching, put his eyes on them gently, and said with a smile, "Do you think I'm handsome?"
There was laughter all around.
The girl blinked and blushed slowly.
Yang Mo reflected on himself and felt that his thinking just now was a little irrational.
Face is the premise of the "shy" demeanor, how can a person without a face be shy.
The girl's companion shouted for her, "Handsome."
Han Shiyu asked again, "Then do you like me?"
Everyone knew that he was pulling the atmosphere, so he complied with his face, and answered yes.
Han Shiyu's companion has already stepped forward and prepared all the instruments.
The person holding the microphone seems to be naturally accustomed to standing under the gaze of thousands of people, saying and doing things without stage fright.
"We'll have a battle with the Conservatory of Music in a while," Han Shiyu turned on the loudspeaker, and could immediately shoulder with the original resident performing group on the field, "What are you shouting!"
"The management of the hospital is awesome—"
Han Shiyu: "I can't hear it louder."
The onlookers all went to join in the fun, laughing and shouting: "The management of the hospital is awesome, the first major is the first!!"
Students from various colleges: "… "
The help of the Conservatory of Music was notified in advance, and I knew that there would be such a plot in the middle, but I didn't expect it to be so arrogant.
So the opposite party was not convinced, and the music style on the field was even more inflamed.
When the atmosphere was over, Han Shiyu clapped the microphone with satisfaction, and was about to turn it off and start singing later.
But when he turned around - just because he glanced at the crowd one more time, he was suddenly caught by a familiar face.
Just looked at Yang Mo.
Han Shiyu: "..."
Yang Mo: "..."
Yang Mo suddenly had a bad feeling.
In the next second, Han Shiyu, who was obviously stunned, stared straight at him and blurted out, "Senior?"
The sound swayed out through the microphone and speakers.
Han Shiyu turned off the switch after realizing it.
As a result, the crowd of onlookers followed his line of sight and fumbled around.
Yang Mo: "..."
Yang Modi turned his head and leaned on the stall next to him, pretending to be nothing.
A group of melon eaters who turned back to look for someone asked each other, "Who is it?"
"Who was he called just now..."
Yang Mo put his hands on the table where the stall was set up, and looked awkwardly at the little girl selling mochi.
The little boss watched.
"That..." Yang Mo stiffly eased his embarrassment and said, "... Mochi... How do you sell it?"
The little boss looked at him and blinked. Her mind was very clean, and she blurted out, "Sixty."
Yang Mo: "???"