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The opening ceremony was relatively simple. A leader who looked like a leader gave a short speech to welcome all the comrades who came to the school to study, and all the students responded with warm applause.The second speaker was a more prestigious leader, and everyone gave the warmest applause.The third speaker was a leader with more status. Of course, the students sent him off the stage with the warmest applause... Zhang Hengu's hands were swollen from clapping. After numerous speeches by higher-level leaders, Finally, the counselor can take everyone back to their classrooms.

The Institute of Marxism is very large, and the students who study all the year round are selected from all over the world, and there are all kinds of subjects and departments.Some are compulsory courses and some are elective courses.Zhang Hengu's first course was philosophy.

What is philosophy?Or how to write these two, Zhang Hengu doesn't know.It took him three days to figure out a few questions: where to eat?Where is the dormitory?where is the bathroom?If you want to continue to study in depth, the next step is to master the route you need to take to get to the school from anywhere in Beijing.

The training process is boring, but fortunately there is a nice fellow.So the teacher talked about philosophy on it, and Zhang Hengu chatted with the fellow.

"Little girl, which city are you from?" Zhang Hen mumbled a cigarette and puffed it out.In fact, since he became a teacher, he seldom smokes, but here, the teachers actually hold a cigarette when they are giving lectures. Of course, Zhang Hengu is going to do as the Romans do.According to the teacher's explanation, during the establishment of Red China, the leaders made great and wise decisions one after another with the support and encouragement of cigarettes.Since there are such good examples in front, why don't you carry on this fine tradition?The teacher said so, of course Zhang Hengu readily agreed.

What he didn't expect was that this girl named Chen Yinghong actually smoked, which opened his eyes.Since he was born, he has seen almost no smoking women, and they all appeared in movies or TV dramas. These female smokers are all secret agents or traitors, and there is not a single good person.

Seeing Chen Yinghong smoking now, he couldn't help but doubt her identity.Could it be that there will also be spies in the Beijing Horse Court?It seems that I have to be more vigilant.I came here on behalf of the Dai gang, so I don't say whether my studies are good or bad, and I must not get into the banditry of class enemies, then it will be too late to regret.

Chen Yinghong didn't know that this simple fellow in front of her had so many strange ideas. She didn't dare to speak in class, so she opened her notebook and wrote the words Beilian City on the paper.

"From Beilian City? Why haven't I seen you?" Zhang Hengu was a little strange. He is also from Beilian City. How come he has never seen this woman before?

Seeing Zhang Hengu's suspicious gaze, Chen Yinghong asked in a low voice, "There are so many people you haven't seen before, do you know everyone in Beilian City?"

What he said was level enough that Zhang Hengu gulped his neck and stared. He had nothing to answer, so he turned his eyes to the front and pretended to listen to the teacher's lecture.It's a pity that the teacher was actually speaking in English, German or French. Anyway, Zhang Hengu couldn't understand a sentence, so he had to draw and scratch on the notebook to hide his embarrassment from asking Chen Yinghong to ask back.

After sitting like this for a while, Zhang Hengu couldn't sit still anymore, and asked again: "Little girl, which unit do you work for?"

"Don't call me a little girl, okay?" Chen Yinghong was a little uncomfortable with Zhang Hengu calling her like that all the time.In fact, Chen Yinghong is almost 30 years old, but because she is young and well maintained, she looks young.But no matter how old he looks, the real age is already that old.She is called a little girl ten thousand times, but she is actually an old girl.

Zhang Hengu had no choice but to call her a little girl, so what would she call her?Can't call Honghong?Although he called it like this after a while, but now I don't dare to lend him the courage.It doesn't seem appropriate to call it Xiaohong.But if you call him a comrade, it seems that it does not match the fate of the fellow villagers you met after running [-] miles.

"Just call me Xiao Chen." Chen Yinghong said.

Alas, Zhang Hengu patted himself on the head.Why didn't I remember such a habitual name?I used to be used to addressing workers like Four Eyes, Big Dog, Old Wolf, and Erbald, but I didn't get used to calling civil servants like this except for leaders.Originally called Xiao Liang in school, why did he forget it when he arrived in Beijing?

Identity, identity, it seems that I have not yet left the working class, and I still put myself at the level of migrant workers.

Work hard and learn from civil servants.Zhang Hengu kept putting pressure on himself, trying to run faster.

At this time, Chen Yinghong's cell phone rang.Chen Yinghong didn't have time to explain to Zhang Hengu which unit she was in, so she waved to Zhang Hengu to signal him to stop talking, and lowered her head to answer the phone.It was just a very ordinary phone call, but Zhang Hengu didn't know at the first time which unit the little girl sitting with him was from, let alone what job it was, otherwise he would have jumped up immediately.

Anyway, there was a lot of voices in the classroom, and the teacher couldn't feel that there was one more person talking and one less person talking.Zhang Hengu's ears are very useful, and he heard Chen Yinghong complain: "...you guys can do well? You don't let me go when I go abroad. If you have something to do, just take care of it and don't ask for instructions. "

Ask for instructions?

Zhang Hengu didn't hear clearly, but did he hear these two words?What is the identity of this Chen Yinghong, and why does anyone ask her for a report?According to her age, she is not even qualified to be a principal, so what kind of official position will she have?

Maybe it's a doctor in a mental hospital, she leads so many patients, which one doesn't want to report to her?Zhang Hen Gumin opened up his rich associations, but he couldn't think of Chen Yinghong's real identity anyway.

But Zhang Hengu is very clear that other people's privacy cannot be inquired casually.So I pretended I didn't hear it, but I opened my mind.

Being dispatched here this time, I thought everything was over, but the performance of the county magistrate Hu Zhiqing gave him a new direction to move forward.It seems that there is still a bright future for further study at the Beijing Horse Academy, just look at the identities of these students.Those who study here are not ordinary people.If I make more friends here, it will help no matter what I do in the future.For example, if I travel to Korea one day, if I get into a fight with someone, at least some of my classmates will give me steamed buns to satisfy my hunger.If you travel to Guba, your wallet will be taken out, and some students can lend some change to make a phone call.International students, this is where it comes in handy.

Thinking of this, I looked at a black classmate sitting beside me, and seeing that he was not listening very enthusiastically, I quietly asked, "Student, what's your name?"

Unexpectedly, the black comrade stared at him with inexplicable eyes, and spoke a bird-like language. ——God, he can't even speak Mandarin, God knows what he listens so carefully?

Chen Yinghong whispered to Zhang Hengu, "What's the matter? Are you not used to it? These basic classes are a bit boring. But don't worry, you won't be able to sit so comfortably in the later classes."

Zhang Hengu asked curiously: "What lessons are there in the future? Besides philosophy, do they have anything else?"

Chen Yinghong said: "Of course there are, such as fighting, shooting, driving, multilingualism, economics, etiquette, intelligence..."

Zhang Hengu felt dizzy after hearing her say so much in one breath.If learning to drive and shoot or something, Zhang Hengu felt that he still had his appetite, at least he had shot a shotgun.If you learn to drive and get a driver's license, you can still drive a taxi.As for etiquette, multilingualism, etc., it really killed him.

Just as he was thinking about how to start his study and life in Beijing Horse Academy, Zhang Hengu's cell phone rang.

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