Chapter 901: The life Zhang once dreamed of (part 1)

As the top university in the country, the strict educational level of Beijing University does not need to be repeated.
In ordinary second-rate schools, things that do not usually attend classes and expect the teacher to "mark key points" before the exam week,
Don't even think about it.
Moreover, the final exam questions, not to mention the deformation and deepening of the high school exam questions, but they are definitely not close to the simplicity of the textbook.
For your future employment development, or academic further studies,
Every Beijing University student will try his best to get a beautiful score,
You must know that even if the content of the course can be self-studied, attendance and class are considered as normal hours. Otherwise, even if you have completed the exam, you will still have a dozen or twenty points less.
In fact, there will be no players who can come to Beijing University.
Therefore, for the ‘God’s man’ who took a few lessons from the beginning of this semester, and then disappeared without a trace, and finally skipped classes after a few more lessons for more than a month,
If it weren’t for being a professional foreign language class representative that makes people envy and hate, I would probably not be remembered.
A mysterious exchange student named Fang Ran.
The only feeling of everyone who knows him, including many teachers, is,
This kid should be rich at home...
Looking at the classroom, including the teacher, all staring at themselves, as if their faces were written ‘My God, rare creatures have been refreshed’ and ‘Is this person actually not dropped out of school’,
Fang Ran was expressionless and silent.
No... I haven't come to class for just a month, so don't you guys look at me like that...
Facing the baptism of so many gazes, it was a face like a corner of the city wall. After the teacher said in a slightly unexpected way, ‘Oh, this is the first time I saw this classmate. Okay, let’s end the get out of class’,
Also felt embarrassed and fled.
And by the way, university teachers will not delay the class. Don’t worry, they are busier than you.
Classes may be just the least important part of their many jobs, how can they spend time procrastinating?
The glass is transparent and the floor tiles are clean. Both of them refract light to form a fresh and bright corridor. Both of them are students from Beijing University who walk out of the classroom after class, and fill the corridors all at once.
Walking in this exceptionally university-style scene, listening to the conversations of people passing by, taking out the Nuojia to check the classroom for his next class,
This is the same behavior as the people around, as if it really is the life of a Beijing University student.
Fang Ran felt a sense of inexplicable fulfillment.
It would be better if there were no people passing by in the hallway who would look at him more.
Okay, it’s a bit conspicuous to walk on crutches, but what is unacceptable is that half of the people’s eyes are all looking at the silver broken dragon tooth in his hand...
hateful! Your trouser belt has robbed your master of the limelight again!
I rolled my eyes speechlessly at this, thinking about whether to make it a little uglier, Fang Ran slowly moved towards the classroom of the next class...
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University courses are divided into required courses and elective courses.
However, it can also be divided into public courses and professional courses according to their nature.
Generally speaking, the classrooms for public courses are in the public teaching area where students from all colleges come, and the professional courses are in the teaching buildings of each college.
So Fang Ran quickly found the next classroom.
Because the second class this morning is another big mountain that rests on the students of the computer science department.
--"operating system".
Still sitting in the corner of the last row by the window, Fang Ran listened carefully to the lecture of another teacher who proved himself strong through volume, and was lucky this time.
It’s different from the last lecture and then started in the middle. This time it seems to be the beginning of a new chapter.
Although Fang Ran can’t talk about listening thoroughly, at least he can keep up with what the teacher said by taking notes step by step.
It's not that I don't even know what many technical terms are just now.
Looking at the composition of the knowledge points on the big screen, watching the teacher teach them little by little, about the operating principle of the ‘computer’, which is a symbol of modern society,
Fang Ran suddenly remembered the technological equipment that surpassed the times in the world of night combat, and remembered what he saw when he followed Klim to descend the glass elevator.
A futuristic scene where the huge white space is filled with sophisticated technology.
The sunlight outside the window leaned into the classroom, and the ball-point pen rolled down from the illuminated textbook, making Fang Ran stare at the notes he took.
If you are open to reality, will that one day become the real future?
I think of the amazing scene, and I also think of the creator of the underground base, the old man with white hair and beard and always wearing a researcher's white coat.
When I think of the knowledge I’m trying to learn, for Schmidt, it’s probably the elementary school common sense level. I don’t know why.
Fang Ran can always mimic what the tutor knows vividly in his mind.
‘Hmph, a waste of time, self-study of the basic principles is enough. ’
Ah, okay, I'm distracted...
Perceiving his slip, Fang Ran quickly returned his attention to the class, with the tip of the pen busy in his hand, recording the time he stayed here.
Every class in the university is two sections together, plus breaks between classes,
When you are serious about it, time often passes quickly, the resting bell rang, and he breathed out softly, looking at the notes that he had put together, a sense of accomplishment was born.
Although he hasn't done this for a long time, his typography and handwriting are a bit rusty.
Looking at the teacher in the classroom taking out a cup of water to soak their throats, most of the students were chatting with their roommates who came to class together, and some took out their mobile phones to scan something.
Fang Ran turned his head around and looked around, and then he blinked when he saw that he was sitting near him, who should be a boy in another class, who was also a person.
"Um, classmate, can I ask you a question?"
"what?"
It seemed that he didn't expect someone to talk to him. Wearing glasses, the boy who didn't seem to have any special features was a little surprised, and then nodded and answered:
"Ah... OK."
"The scheduling of the processor that the teacher just talked about, the details of the three-level scheduling..."
"Ah, you said this."
After listening to Fang Ran pointing to the question that he didn't understand in his notes, the boy who looked like he was not good at talking suddenly talked and drew a simple queue model.
The simple and clear explanation made Fang Ran immediately understand that people might have understood this a long time ago, and then sat in the last row.
In Beijing University, you never know whether the person who passed you by is a big bull who won the provincial high school competition.
So for most people in a prestigious school, you can often feel a sense of ‘crushing’.
There will always be some people who will understand immediately after you ask a difficult question, and then they will tell you ‘oh, this question is an XX question,’
"Ooh, I see, three grams of oil and three grams of oil."
After listening to the guidance of the Xueba hidden in the last row, Fang Ran suddenly realized his thanks, and the boy helped his glasses and waved his hand politely:
"it's okay no problem."
"By the way, buddy, are you coming to class alone today?"
But instead of just sitting back to the original position, Fang Ran continued the topic naturally, and spoke smoothly with a familiar tone and non-disturbing.
How should I put it, he has always been socially good when facing boys.
"Ah, I'm the only one in the computer department of our dormitory. Those three guys are close to the outer courtyard and the business courtyard, and show me the girls they see every day."
"Oh, why did I report to the computer in the first place."
Seeing Fang Ran who suddenly became melancholy, Fang Ran sighed in sympathy:
"Stop talking, I understand."
There is a common topic, computer boys...no, maybe it should be the eternal pain of people sitting at the computer all day, during the short break from get out of class,
Fang Ran and the boy next to him were chatting speculatively with laughter, bringing the relationship closer.
It’s that simple to meet a friend on campus,
Well, although you may have to wait for you to leave here before you can realize the preciousness of this sentence.
The pen tip slid on the notebook paper, and as the bell rang, the teacher’s words from get out of class spread, and the sun outside reached bright and full.
All classes this morning are over.
"Fang Ran, are you going to the cafeteria? If you go, let's go together?"
Although it was only a short chat between classes, from the seriousness of listening to his own explanation and the level of care in class, he judged Fang Ran to be the kind of person that he could pay.
And when I heard the new classmates I just met took the initiative to invite myself to dinner, I understood that this was a proof of becoming friends
To be able to meet more friends and classmates in Beijing University, such an expansion made Fang Ran's eyes brighter.
"Okay."
Picking up the wand leaning against the desk and turned into a crutches, Fang Ran and him followed the crowd toward the outside of the teaching building, talking and laughing along the corridor, continuing the topic between class.
"By the way, which cafeteria shall we go to? I just came this semester, and I haven't been to the cafeteria much."
"How about we go to Seven Meal? It's a bit far away."
"Isn't it close to our courtyard?"
"Um... we are all here at the Academy of Engineering Sciences, the scenery in the cafeteria..."
"Stop talking, let's go."
He quickly reached a consensus to go to Seven Meals, and Fang Ran jokingly walked towards the gate of the courtyard building~EbookFREE.me~ So, Fang Ran, you never came to class before, is it... what happened? ? "
"Ha, it's okay, it's just a little accident when Eleven went out to play with acquaintances..."
During the chat, I noticed Fang Ran’s crutches, and when he heard him ask, Fang Ran answered simply and casually, and then suddenly noticed that the crowd at the front door was a bit strange.
They all lowered their voices one after another, looking at something with amazing eyes.
I also noticed this. The boy who was a little strange only saw it when he walked out of the building. It was an unusually tall figure.
She was standing near the door, as if waiting for someone.
The ankles are fair and the high-heeled sandals with black straps have a kind of exquisite beauty. The most eye-catching is the height, which is taller than the slender figure of most boys, with slender legs and elegant clothing.
What's more rare is the beautiful face that is not lost here, with a kind of light and gentle beauty.
I was shocked by this level of beauty. It was the first time he had seen it in Beijing University. After he finally understood the reason for the strangeness of the people around him, he couldn't help but look at it more.
I sighed for such a beautiful girl, and it seems that the dress is still rich in family background. For ordinary boys like them, it is only hopeless.
Then he looked at Fang Ran, ready to greet him when he set off towards the cafeteria,
Suddenly found that Fang Ran looked stunned.
At the same time, the tall figure waiting at the entrance of the courtyard building looked in this direction, as if finally waiting for something.
The heel left a string of trotting noises on the ground,
The eyes are bright, like summer flowers in full bloom.
"Boy!"
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