The flowers are still sweet in Pinellia

Chapter 2

University life can be said to be the most memorable period of life, especially for freshmen, the freshman year is often the most memorable.The so-called rainbow cannot be seen without experiencing wind and rain. Only after the baptism of wind and rain will Changhong become more dazzling.

As soon as the door of the dormitory was pushed open, Shen Yiru flung herself on the bed recklessly.

"Ahhh, I'm exhausted...I didn't expect this military training parade to be so tiring. One courtyard after another entered the arena, standing there like a bamboo pole, and there were speeches from the principal, teacher representatives, and student representatives. , add up to a full three hours, three hours."

"Actually, only performances don't last that long." Mu Yan whispered.

"Yeah, actually the most important thing is the principal's speech. It's smelly and long, like the old lady's foot wrap. God knows how many times I've greeted his family in my heart." Shen Yiru rubbed her soreness from standing for a long time. With sore legs, he expressed his inner dissatisfaction.

This year's freshmen recruited several hundred more people than in previous years, so the performance took a little longer than usual.

Yang Xiao glared at her angrily, "You still have the nerve to say, if it wasn't for you during the exercise, the three of us would have made a fool of yourself with you?"

Thinking of this, Shen Yiru was very angry.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for me, our dormitory wouldn't be so famous, if it wasn't for me, no one would come to inquire about Mu Yan that night."

Hearing her mention of herself, Mu Yan immediately looked up at Shen Yiru, "Is someone asking about me?"

Shen Yiru smiled maliciously, "Yeah, you definitely don't know, because you went to dinner with your brother Zimo. In the evening, some girls came to inquire about your news and asked for your phone number. Hey , you don’t know, Master and I just sent them away.”

Uh... Mu Yan was at a loss for words, she really didn't know that Shen Yiru's actions would have such an earth-shattering effect.

During the parade performance the day before yesterday, Shen Yiru was caught on the spot by the instructor for publicly applying sunscreen during a break.There were all witnesses and evidence, and the instructor asked her to perform a show for everyone. Shen Yiru "concerned" about the friendship in the dormitory, and she asked the other three members of her dormitory to perform this show with her.

Of course, the instructor agreed, and asked Mu Yan and the others to introduce themselves one by one and stand in the middle with Chen Yiru to prepare for the show.

Of course, the three of them absolutely refused, so only the culprit, student Shen, stood alone in the middle of the playground and sang "Farewell".

"Forget it, the military training is over, and you still talk about what to do." Dong Fangjing smiled slightly, "Our new life has finally begun, let's work hard together."

The military training is over, and their college life has really begun.

Facing the brand new environment, apart from the freshness that still exists, the four of them can't help but look forward to the upcoming life.

In the School of Foreign Languages ​​of S University, in addition to the most basic foreign language department, it also set up a Japanese department and small language classes such as German, Russian, French, Spanish, and Arabic.

There is a popular saying in the School of Foreign Languages, if you want to find a boyfriend, you would rather go to the School of History or Literature next door to find an old master or a sour scholar, than find a half-legged man in the School of Foreign Languages, you would rather waste your own money Four years of youth cannot be hanged on these crooked neck trees.

Although there is a saying that rabbits don’t eat grass by the side of their nests, this does not mean that the boys in the School of Foreign Languages ​​are not good, but that there is a very subtle problem between male and female students in the School of Foreign Languages, that is, the ratio of male to female is not coordinated. question.In fact, this is also a common problem in many colleges.

The situation in Mu Yan's class happened to reflect this kind of problem. 18 girls to 2 boys, what a dramatic golden ratio.

Yang Xiao has a deep understanding of this phenomenon.One of her fellow villagers told her that the phenomenon in their computer engineering department is that there are too many monks and too few food, and more men than women.And according to reliable sources, the ratio of male to female students in a class turned out to be 80:1.It's not that I haven't heard of the unbalanced ratio of men and women, but a situation like this is really strange.

Shen Yiru once concluded that the two people in the class will definitely develop into a relationship this year or next year, that is, gay friends.Because in a situation where the ratio of male to female is extremely imbalanced at 2:18, two people who cherish each other are most likely to have a feeling of sharing weal and woe. This kind of feeling is not family affection, love, friendship, adultery, or hypocrisy. It is basic love, a subtle affection that goes beyond friendship but does not reach love, and is close to love in between.

What a lingering and pathetic love affair... Shen Yiru's judgment aroused discussions among the women.

Indeed, in such an atmosphere where yin flourishes and yang declines, as boys, they are under a lot of pressure.

When the first class was held on Monday, everyone felt this sense of disobedience.

The only two men, Qin Yue and Zhao Jingbin, came to the classroom just before class started.Under the close watch of 18 pairs of eyes, the two of them walked to the last corner of the classroom one after the other, one on each side, very symmetrical.

"I really don't know how they have the courage to choose a foreign language." Dong Fangjing smiled.

"They probably didn't choose it." Mu Yan also smiled slightly, perhaps to adjust.

Normally, boys rarely learn languages, and of course there are people who really love the art of language.

"That's why it's really sad to say that it's a humanities subject." Yang Xiao also interjected.

Boys studying liberal arts have long been criticized by people.Almost everyone thinks that boys who study liberal arts are not as good as boys who study science and engineering. Of course, this does not mean that boys who study liberal arts are not as good as them in terms of overall quality, but that most of the students who choose liberal arts are girls. Faced with an environment where most of them are girls, Liberal arts men will be assimilated by them unconsciously or easily, and they may speak or act with a bit of femininity and pussy.Of course, this is just a very rare example. In fact, boys can also choose liberal arts. Many occupations and positions in society are prepared for outstanding liberal arts men.

The freshman course lays the foundation for the next three years of study, and the four of them are making different preparations for their respective dreams.From the most basic fifty tone charts to daily conversations, when you come into contact with a new language, especially if you want to use it as your own career in the future, accumulation and practice are the cornerstones of progress.

There is a Japanese conversation class on Tuesday afternoon.As a language student, it is not uncommon for foreign teachers to give dialogue lessons to students.But what is strange is that this is their first week of school, facing a brand new environment, and their first contact with real Japanese people, everyone still has different ideas in their hearts.

"I don't know if this Japanese foreign teacher is a man or a woman." Someone in the class whispered, and then everyone started a heated discussion.

"I think it should be a bad old man in his 70s or 80s, or an old lady in his [-]s or [-]s. Anyway, he is definitely not a young man, ah, my youth..." Shen Yiru lamented.

"Hey, if she is seven or eighty years old, can she still give lectures?" Yang Xiao corrected her.

Mu Yan smiled, and guessed to the three of them: "It's more likely that it's a man.

She thought of her foreign teacher in junior high school, an American in her 50s.At that time, the boys who had just entered junior high school had never seen foreigners at all. When a blond foreigner suddenly came to teach them, everyone's surprise and curiosity can be imagined.

But the moment the foreign teacher entered the classroom, she knew she had guessed wrong.

The expressions on everyone's faces also showed their surprise.

The one who came in was a beautiful young woman, about 30 years old, with fashionable and fresh curly hair, and she revealed a distinctive softness of Yamato Nadeshiko with just a slight smile.

I thought that the courses of this foreign teacher should have a direct relationship with her beauty, but when she just opened her mouth, the people below were bored.

"All さん, こんにちは. (Hello everyone.)"

"はじめまして, private はNakataまさみと政します. All さんの师として日本语の话话を教えます. From now on, ともよろしくお望い收し上げます. (My name is Nakata Masami. From now on, I will teach Japanese as your Japanese conversation teacher Dialogue. Please take care of me.)”

The foreign teacher was giving a speech on the stage, and the audience began to whisper.

"Uh, what is she talking about?"

"do not understand at all."

"God, please forgive me, tell me this is not Japanese this is not Japanese."

The discussion in the audience became louder and louder, and one person even said weakly, "Pardon, please. (Please say it again)"

Mu Yan looked around the classroom, everyone's expressions at the moment were slightly different from hers.There are expressions with pain mixed in, some with pain mixed with entanglement, and some with entanglement mixed with wanting to hit the wall.In short, what a "boring" word.

Perhaps it was the people's discussion that caught the foreign teacher's attention. She picked up the chalk and wrote the words "Masami Nakata" on the blackboard.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that she was introducing herself.

"If I had known this, I could just write in Chinese." Dong Fangjing said.

Yang smiled and nodded, "I have the same feeling."

"よし, self-introduction はend わった. じゃ, teaching を初めましょう. (Okay, the self-introduction is over, let's start the class.)"

"I can hear this," Shen Yiru suddenly interjected, "She's saying 'よし', hehe, but I don't know if there is Missi Missi."

"Hehe." The three finally couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

The foreign teacher saw a group of people staring at each other in a daze. She raised the book in her hand and wrote P1 on the blackboard. Only then did everyone understand that she meant to ask everyone to turn the book.

"Ah, I can't take it anymore, just speak English." Dong Fangjing opened her book angrily, staring at the letters on it, her eyes seemed to want to drill a hole out of the book.

Mu Yan suppressed a smile, "She is a Japanese teacher. Isn't it difficult for you to let others speak English?"

"But, this is too much, it's only the first class," Dong Fangjing frowned helplessly.

Mu Yan nodded, indeed.But seeing the juniors and seniors who can freely use Japanese to chat with foreign teachers, in addition to envy, it is more of admiration, presumably they came here three or four years ago yes.

After one class, many people even have the desire to die.

"After one class, I couldn't understand what she was talking about except for "よし". Master, I am in so much pain."

Yang Xiao patted Shen Yiru on the shoulder as a sign of approval, "Wukong, I understand your feelings as a teacher. I also feel like I chose the wrong major."

The four felt sorry for each other, and suddenly, Shen Yi smiled like a thief, "Although it's painful, it's not like we don't know all of them. There are three Japanese words at least, you must understand."

But after seeing the stunned expressions of the three of them, she hurriedly said: "If you don't know, you are not from Earth."

"Sayonara (さよなら, goodbye), you know, if you don't know, recite Xu Zhimo's poetry collection for me when you get back."

The three of them nodded, and they knew it, because it was a text they learned in junior high school, a very famous text.

"The other one is Ali Gadao (ありがとう, thank you), for sure, if you don't know, you didn't pay attention to the class."

The three of them nodded again. Indeed, this is the thank you words that the teacher taught them in the first class.

"The last word..." Shen Yiru paused, and suddenly she crossed her arms and looked up at the sky in panic, before uttering a word that made the three of them vomit blood.

"雅蠛蝶 (やめて, this sentence does not explain, you understand)..."

(End of this chapter)