The matter of students from the Department of Archeology was only discussed in the history group for a long time. In the evening, the instructors at all levels unified the caliber of "the matter is under investigation, please do not believe in rumors and spread rumors, if there are any malicious rumors , Once discovered, they will be punished with severe punishment and disappeared without a trace.
The so-called "severe punishment" of the college is nothing more than talking with the instructors, reporting criticisms to the whole college, and deducting points from the final comprehensive examination, which is the most ruthless. Trouble.
Later, Song Fei heard in private that there was indeed a missing boy in the Department of Archeology. As for the reasons for the absence, there were "killed by dismembered corpses", "lost contact when going out for archaeological practice", "running off with a female teacher", "dropping out of school due to inability to pay tuition". , "Internet-addicted teenagers just don't want to study" and many other versions, Song Fei is not a curious baby.
In a blink of an eye, it was the day of the sports meeting.
Golden autumn November, the harvest season. The city where Song Fei University is located is located inland, and the beginning of November is the time when the cool breeze is pleasant, so it is perfect for holding a sports meeting.
The passionate march, the ups and downs of the announcer, the stadium full of people, one square after another, full of youth and vigor - if you ignore the students in the stands who are secretly playing with their mobile phones.
"Now we are coming to the Sports Academy! Look, their neat steps! Listen, their loud slogans! They are the newborn sun, they are the future..."
"This word is too old-fashioned." Ren Zhe couldn't listen anymore. The battery life of his mobile phone is not enough, and he doesn't want to take a power bank everywhere. He was thinking about opening the show, and he watched it for a while, and then played again when he was really bored. A violent blow to the entry word from down.
Xiang Yang, who had just finished playing a game of mobile games, was speechless: "You really listen."
Ren Zhe glanced enviously at his roommate's domestic mobile phone with invincible battery life, wondering whether he would love the country again the next time he changed the phone: "It's almost impossible, but the sister holding the sign is eye-catching."
The entry-style square team of the Academy of History is all freshmen, so now they can sit in the stands and judge others.
Song Fei swiped Weibo for a while, and felt that he was not very energetic. Hearing what Ren Zhe said, he looked over reflexively. They were in the second area after the rostrum. At this time, the square array of the Sports Academy just walked in front of their area. As expected, the girl holding the sign had a waist and legs, neither fat nor thin, and her lines were very beautiful. Although her facial features were only Delicate, but healthy and beautiful from head to toe.
The School of Journalism and Communication follows behind the Sports Institute. If the girls in the Sports Institute have waists and legs, then the girls in the Xinchuan Institute have waists, waists, chests, and chests, but the ones that look better than breasts are those His face was as beautiful as a fairy. Song Fei knows something like the broadcasting and hosting department of the art department, regardless of the male girls, the appearance is basically above the average line, and many of them are especially obvious, but even if this girl is placed among these people, she can be seen at a glance Yes, and her beauty is not lethal, it is the kind of soft and clean beauty that makes people feel very comfortable.
I don't know if the male students in the stands looked too straightforward, but when the girl walked over, she turned her head and smiled at the stands.
"Bright eyes and bright teeth, a sweet smile." Wang Qingyuan inserted two sentences forcefully.
Song Fei didn't understand, and was depressed, so he heard the female voice on the loudspeaker becoming more and more high-spirited——
"Now coming to us is the School of Life Sciences! The sea is as wide as a fish leaps, and the sky is as high as a bird's flight..."
He didn't listen to what the announcer said at all, and went looking for someone instead. It's a pity that I didn't find a familiar figure in the square team in the end. Maybe the one who walked the square array in their college was also a freshman, watching the team from the School of Biological Sciences go away, Song Fei thought a little bit disappointed.
A cool breeze suddenly picked up.
Song Fei was taken aback, and suddenly realized, shit, what are you doing with that bastard, the breakup was brought up by himself, and it would be ridiculous to think about it now.
Shaking his head, Song Fei turned to Xiang Yang to distract his attention: "Yang Zi, when is your girlfriend coming?"
After a lot of hard work, Mrs. Xiang won a big victory. Not only did Xiang Yang open the door and agree to take his sister to watch the sports meeting, but he also confessed his sad inside story about participating in the Eight Diagrams Tai Chi Fan. Unexpectedly, the girl was looking forward to it, not only came by herself, but also brought two roommates and girlfriends.
Xiang Yangsheng sighed helplessly: "At noon, aren't we performing in the afternoon?"
"Co-authoring is a special trip to see you," Ren Zhe envied and hated, "Why can't I find this true love."
Xiang Yangte sincerely gave him advice: "You always think about girls from your own school, that won't do. Let me tell you, distance creates beauty, and you have to extend your claws to your schoolmates."
Ren Zhe's eyes lit up: "Didn't your daughter-in-law say to bring two girlfriends here this afternoon? How do you look, do you have any photos?"
Xiang Yang was full of vigilance: "I have photos of my daughter-in-law and best friends in my mobile phone, will this case be too complicated!"
Ren Zhe rolled his eyes: "You wouldn't look for it in your wife's circle of friends!"
Xiang Yang slapped his head and quickly picked up his phone. Ren Zhe immediately leaned over to take a look. Wang Qingyuan appreciates beauty, but he doesn't seem to have much interest in the pursuit of beauty, and Song Fei isn't interested either, so he simply started using Weibo again.
The sports meeting in the morning passed without any saltiness, because most of them were preliminaries, the people who competed were not at the most exciting point, and the people who watched were even less interested. Except for when the Mental Civilization Inspection Team came over, Song Fei took the time to clap his hands and wave the empty plastic bottle filled with stones. The rest of the time was spent concentrating on playing with his mobile phone and glancing at the competitions that the History Academy participated in. .
In addition to the military boxing performance of the School of Mathematics.
As two bitter gourds on a rope, Song Fei has a special affection for the brothers of the Mathematics Academy, especially when he sees them wearing earth green military uniforms and humming, this surging emotion reaches the highest point.
At noon, Xiangyang treated guests, and led all 440 to open a small stove at the cooking window on the second floor of the cafeteria with Mrs. Xiang and her two girlfriends. Xiangyang's girlfriend is very cute, with a round face and big eyes, very long eyelashes, flickering when she blinks, a standard loli. Ren Zhe tried his best to get close to the other two girls, but the girls didn't call him very much, but they always talked to Wang Qingyuan. Wang Qingyuan pushed his glasses in a gentle manner, either um, or oh, sometimes he didn't know a word, and finally the girl understood, and stopped making fun of herself.
Song Fei is not as hungry as Ren Zhe, but he is not as noble as Wang Qingyuan. There is no conflict between his liking for men and his desire to be noticed by girls. The former is a matter of sexuality, while the latter is a matter of charm. So when he was about to finish eating, he asked half-jokingly, "Why don't you talk to me?"
The two girls looked at me and I looked at you, and they were so happy.
The girl said, "You look a bit playful."
Song Fei really wanted to beat the drums and complain, so he asked the second sister without giving up: "You think so too?"
The second girl shook her head: "You seem to be just not studying well."
Song Fei paused for two seconds, then turned back to look at Sister One: "You're right."
—Even if he is a scumbag, he still has a proud stubbornness.
The first program in the afternoon was Tai Chi Fan. The organizing committee also knew that this is the time when people are most prone to sleepiness, so they naively wanted to use large-scale collective performances to enhance the atmosphere and cheer up their spirits.
The 440 collectively changed into elegant white Tai Chi suits and held clanking red Tai Chi fans. The road to the playground was full of focal points, and they were photographed by the street from time to time. The pictures were simply beautiful.
When they entered the playground and arrived at the assembly point in the corner, their eyes were filled with white and red, and they finally gained some sense of security.
Before the time came, the Tai Chi masters were all standing idle in twos and threes, sneaked over to Mrs. Xiang, pulled Xiang Yang to a corner and shouted at her boyfriend: "Ouba, come on!"
Xiang Ouba slammed the fan away, and slapped the wind twice with great difficulty, but the inch head remained unmoved in the wind: "Look at brother!"
While talking, several athletes in shorts and shorts came in from the gate of the playground. After Tai Chi Fan is the competition event, these people have to come in advance to wait for the inspection. The figure that I couldn't find anywhere in the morning was impressively listed.
Song Fei retreated back into the crowd without any hesitation, and at the same time said to himself, "I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see me, whoever sees me is a bastard..."
"Song Fei?!"
The bastard called him.
Song Fei bit the bullet and walked over, smiling friendly: "Competition?"
Qi Yan nodded, then looked suspiciously at his ex-boyfriend's appearance.
Song Fei also flung the fan away with a clatter, but did not fan it sensibly: "Bagua Taiji Fan."
Qi Yan was happy, his eyes were curved like crescent moons.
This is the time when Qi Yan looks the most harmless, Chunliang really looks like a good person.
Song Fei almost indulged in this smile again, but luckily the other party said: "It's so cute."
Song Fei really wanted to put on spiked shoes and give him a kick.
Soon the assembly time came, and the announcer announced on the loudspeaker, "Please enjoy the performance brought by the School of History and Culture, Bagua Tai Chi Fan, and let us applaud and welcome." Brush into the middle of the playground.
Qi Yan and the others, about twenty athletes who will compete later, were watching from the side track, especially Qi Yan, who was full of interest.
Song Fei was on his back like a light, until the music started, he would always lose his mind to look at the other end.
As the saying goes, you can't do two things with one mind, and the result of not focusing is that when the white crane spread its wings, one of them lost its grip, and the fan flew out, hitting the back of Xiangyang's head in front of him. Those were stainless steel fan bones. Although it was smashed by the fan, it was no more lethal than a straight poke, but Song Feiguang still hurts just looking at it. Sure enough, Xiangyang let out a strange cry, the tiger failed to descend the mountain, but the roc spread its wings and flew back immediately, the movements were smooth and smooth, soft and strong. Song Fei said in his heart that this is the power of love, he quickly ran two steps to retrieve the fan, and continued to smash Huashan.
After finally finishing the performance, Song Fei mixed with the team and hurriedly left the playground. When he walked out of the gate, he saw Qi Yan leaning forward with joy.
In front of this person, his image has never been taller, Song Fei thought self-destructively, it is not worse than this time.
When he returned to the stands, Qi Yan had already stood on the starting line. Song Fei only found out after listening to the radio that this guy was participating in 10,000 meters. When we were together, Song Fei was indeed dragged by this person to run to the playground at night, in the name of exercising, but after exercising twice, Song Fei quit, and never went there again. Thinking about it now, from the study mode to the living habits to the interests and hobbies, the two of them have no overlap at all, and it is really amazing that they can date each other for a semester.
The starting gun sounded, and twenty or so people on the starting line started running at a leisurely pace.
Qi Yan is very eye-catching in the crowd. He is 1.83 meters tall and has legs below the belly button. He is even more attractive when running, full of strength and beauty. Song Fei looked at it, his throat felt a little dry, he swallowed unconsciously, looked away resentfully, and forced himself to lower his head to play with his phone.
He likes Qi Yan, and he was the one who flirted with him first, and later when the other party agreed to date, he was so happy that he didn't fall asleep for several days. But as the relationship deepened, the disharmony gradually increased, and the most intuitive thing was the daily life of the two of them. Qi Yan is in the classroom, library, cafeteria and dormitory at four o'clock and one line. There are classes for classes, self-study for no classes, and exercise on the playground at night; on the other hand, he has classes for classes, no classes for dormitories, and the playground does not set foot except for physical education. Not to go at all. At first Song Fei could pretend to be a good student with him, but after a long time, he couldn't stand it any longer. Qi Yan could bury his head in self-study for a day, and he just sat by the side and lived like a year. No matter how handsome Qi Yan's profile is, he couldn't watch it as an American drama . Later, Song Fei avoided Qi Yan's invitation to study as much as he could. Qi Yan is not stupid, he understood it a few times, and then started the long road of education, referred to as - 怀. The general idea is that Song Fei is neither right nor that, and going to school is just a dawdling, and in the future, he will not be able to make great achievements in the society. Song Fei wasn't very good-tempered, and after being talked about a lot, he started to quarrel. This kind of quarrel has nothing to do with right or wrong, Song Fei just doesn't like the other party's "dislike" inside and outside the words, since he dislikes so much, why did he agree to date him in the first place. But Qi Yan didn't even bother to quarrel with him. Every time he got angry, he let himself calm down, and the two of them communicated after thinking clearly. Song Fei held back his anger again and again and had nowhere to vent it, and finally failed to calm down the last time, so he broke up directly.
All the classmates I know say that Qi Yan is good-looking, good-natured, good at studying, and can't fault anything.
Song Fei felt that he might have left all the bad things to his own people.