Reborn in the red age

Chapter 173 Hello, my name is Shi Tiesheng

The boys' dormitory is okay. These students have just entered the school and don't have so many twists and turns in their minds. Apart from the dormitory being a bit dirty and smelling a bit loud, there are no psychological problems.

Students from rural areas are very friendly to poor families and there is no exclusion.

After coming out of the boys' dormitory and arriving at the girls' dormitory, Qingfeng Li's head felt huge as soon as he came out of the first dormitory.

The girls' dormitory is quite clean and doesn't have that bad smell. It still smells good in the dormitory.

It's just that the affairs of these little girls are not so easy to deal with. When everyone in the dormitory was there, they were chattering around Qingfeng Li. The whole dormitory was peaceful, but when they came out of the dormitory, there were people soon. He pulled Qingfeng Li alone to complain.

"Teacher Li, you must help me. Someone in our dormitory doesn't care about hygiene. She actually has lice on her head. Every day I see her picking lice on her head with a grate. It's disgusting. Can you? Go talk to her”

"Teacher Li, you must help me. Someone in our dormitory is acting like a gangster and goes to bed without clothes every night. Can you talk to her? Pay attention to the impact."

"Teacher Li, you must."

"Teacher Li"

"plum"

Every time Qingfeng Li came out of a dormitory, he had to go through the process of complaining alone, which made Qingfeng Li feel like turning around and leaving.

What would Qingfeng Li say about this kind of thing? Are you telling your female classmates, classmates, not to go shirtless when you go to bed at night?

After saying this, others can't accuse me of being a hooligan.

He could only follow He Xini and say some clichés to fool the complaining students away.

Complaining is still a small matter, and it is even more difficult to deal with someone who is isolated by the entire dormitory.

Through Li Qingfeng's careful observation, there were a total of two girls in the girls' dormitory who were isolated by their roommates.

One is a little girl from the Magic City. Her family is self-employed and is looked down upon by others these days. Although she is looked down upon by others, she is rich. In addition, there are many fashionable people in the Magic City, so this girl’s clothes and expenses are It was better, but I was collectively isolated by my roommates in the dormitory.

The other was a girl from a rural area whose family was relatively poor. Not to mention her clothes, her quilts were all patched. She was also isolated by the students in the dormitory who had better family conditions.

After coming out of the girls' dormitory, Li Qingfeng took out a notebook and silently wrote down the names of the two isolated students, preparing to talk to the two girls after the military training was over to see if they wanted to change dormitories.

It's uncomfortable to be isolated by roommates. We have to live together for four years, so it's better to change dormitories as soon as possible.

After the live-fire target practice ended the next day, it was time for the military training report and performance. Qingfeng Li did not run around and followed the school leaders to see the students' military training.

Li Qingfeng nodded with satisfaction as he watched the students wearing liberation shoes, wearing Doliang green military uniforms, and carrying militia rifles on their shoulders walking in a neat square formation across the playground.

Yes, yes, this month's military training is quite impressive.

After the military training was over, Qingfeng Li pulled the two isolated female classmates out to chat. After knowing that they wanted to change dormitories, Qingfeng Li announced to the class at the class meeting that they would be given a chance to change dormitories.

Through this major dormitory adjustment for the whole class, Li Qingfeng moved these two isolated students into the same dormitory.

After everything was settled, Qingfeng Li also had his first class.

This is the fifth class of college students after the resumption of the college entrance examination. The school has been fully prepared. At least it has a formal textbook. Li Qingfeng took the prepared lesson plan and a thermos cup bought from the United States and officially embarked on the journey. On the podium, I started my first class.

"Machine language is represented by binary code. It is a collection of machine instructions that the machine can directly recognize and execute. We can use the resources and functions of the computer through machine language."

"A machine, or computer, completes the function of recognizing and executing machine language through a component called a micro central processing unit."

"Different types of micro-central processors can recognize different machine languages. Since machine language is represented by binary representation, it is not readable by humans, so we introduced assembly language."

After the class, Qingfeng Li's mouth was dry and he wiped the chalk dust on his hands. Qingfeng Li did not have the habit of dragging himself out in class. He picked up the lesson plan in his hand and was about to leave when he was surrounded by enthusiastic students.

"Teacher Li, I didn't understand something in class. Can you explain it to me again?"

There was no other way, so Qingfeng Li could only stay in the classroom and use the break time to help students solve their doubts. Qingfeng Li has four classes a week, and ends after giving them to the students. On the graduate school side, Qingfeng Li's tutor is Old Man Wang. He knows Qingfeng Li's level and doesn't care much about him. Basically, it's no different from just showing up. Therefore, Qingfeng Li has relatively free time.

After finishing today's classwork, seeing that it was still early today, Qingfeng Li was ready to return to his dormitory to continue his office software development.

"Teacher Li, are there no classes?"

As soon as he returned to the staff building, Li Qingfeng met Teacher Zhou who lived in the literature department opposite. Like him, he was a teacher who had stayed in school after graduation.

Qingfeng Li nodded at the other party. Seeing that the other party was wearing a straight Chinese tunic suit and looked like a dog, Qingfeng Li smiled and said, "That's right, Teacher Zhou, are you ready to go out?"

"Yes, there is a poetry meeting outside the school today, and I was invited to participate." The other party shook her three-quarter length hair and said very coolly.

"The poetry gathering is very good. There are just so many gatherings for you literati."

"Hey, aren't there a few poets from other places who have come to the capital? Those of us in the capital just want to hold a welcome ceremony for them and exchange ideas on literary creation." At this point, Teacher Zhou paused. For a moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and invited Li Qingfeng: "Teacher Li, aren't you out of class? You have nothing to do in the dormitory. You can go to the poetry meeting together."

"Me?" Li Qingfeng pointed at himself and said in surprise: "Teacher Zhou, please stop making trouble. I am a science and engineering student. I don't even read poetry. How can I go to a poetry meeting?"

"Oh, don't belittle yourself. Didn't your computer department come up with a computer? Newspapers talk about how advanced computers are every day. My poet friends all wrote to me asking about computers. You are from the computer department, and you are also involved in In order to understand the research and development of computers, I would like to invite you to come over and let them learn about computers."

After hearing Teacher Zhou's explanation, Qingfeng Li thought for a moment and nodded to agree to the other party's invitation.

To be honest, Li Qingfeng is still very interested in the so-called poetry gatherings nowadays. They say that literati are just playing tricks, but he wonders whether today's literati are playing tricks. I really want to see it.

After going back and putting down the thermos cup and lesson plans, Qingfeng Li didn't want to wear a Chinese tunic suit, so he rummaged around in the closet, put on an executive jacket that he had ordered from a tailor in the United States, put on his gold-framed flat glasses again, and dressed up like a scholar. , prepare to experience tonight's poetry meeting.

Teacher Zhou, who was waiting downstairs, looked at Qingfeng Li's executive jacket, went up and touched the fabric, and said with envy: "Mr. Li, your clothes are not cheap, are they? The fabric is really good, and the style is also good."

"This is bought in the United States. It is not an expensive fabric. This kind of material is very cheap in the United States."

When he heard that it was brought back from the United States, the expression of envy on Teacher Zhou's face became even stronger.

The two of them didn't stay downstairs too long. They each got on their bicycles and rode towards the outside of the school.

The president of Peking University still rides a bicycle to and from get off work. As a teacher, Li Qingfeng is not suitable for driving due to his status, and the impact is not good, so he gave the Passat to Wang Weimin and asked him to drive it out to save face when he went out to do business.

Riding bicycles around Sijiu City, the two of them rode for forty minutes before arriving at a courtyard house on the outskirts of the city.

Seeing a lot of bicycles parked in the courtyard, Teacher Zhou smiled and explained to Li Qingfeng: "Teacher Li, this is the home of a poet friend. He lives alone. We usually come here when we have poetry meetings, and there are quite a few now. Everyone is here, let’s park the car too.”

Qingfeng Li nodded, pushed his bicycle into the yard, and looked at the dilapidated courtyard. Qingfeng Li thought in his heart, it seems that the so-called poet's conditions are not very good.

After parking his bicycle, Li Qingfeng walked into the main room. At this time, the spacious main room was already filled with many people, both men and women. There were a few pretty girls, all dressed in fashionable clothes.

After a brief introduction, many people were curious about the microcomputer that was mentioned every day in the newspapers some time ago. They came up to chat with Qingfeng Li and asked what a computer was.

At the beginning, Qingfeng Li used popular language and tried to tell them what computers could do in a long speech.

After seeing the confusion and impatience in the eyes of these scholars, Li Qingfeng was silent for a moment. He understood that these people didn't care about technology at all, so he lost interest in explaining. He directly said: "A microcomputer is an electronic abacus, which can be used in the unit. Provide convenience for daily work”

"Oh, that's it. I don't understand why so much foreign exchange is spent on research and development of this. There are so many people in the factory office doing nothing all day long, and we have to provide them with conveniences. Do you want them to knit sweaters in the workplace every day? ?”

After an angry voice sounded, the poets in the room began to criticize the country's waste of foreign exchange on useless research.

Looking at the excited literati, Li Qingfeng just smiled and did not answer. He would rather compete with wise men than fools. What was there to argue with this group of poets who had only junior high school education and at most high school education.

When Qingfeng Li was about to leave, a young man who had been sitting in the corner pushed his wheelchair towards Qingfeng Li. After stopping in front of Qingfeng Li, he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Teacher Li, My name is Shi Tiiesheng, may I meet you?"

(End of this chapter)