But no one expected that the several unpopular schools he deliberately applied to were actually the hot spots for candidates this year.
The leader of their post office helped him find someone to secretly check his scores and found that with his actual scores, he could actually go to a better school.
But he just missed out on two places and failed to get into the last university he applied for.
"Lao Du, your luck is incredible!!!"
Jian Yong and the others really didn't know what to say, so they could only comfort him and ask him to come back in the summer.
"I'm telling you four to stop showing off. I'll be back in Beijing to find you in six months at most!"
Du Gang's bold words were met with loud cheers from Chen Beilei and the other three.
I would like to add here that Jian Yong was admitted to Beijing Postal College, while Chen Beilei and Lu Yan were admitted to Beijing Agricultural University, and Zhao Ganmei was admitted to Beijing Textile College.
Du Gang has already determined his target. In half a year, he will go to find Jian Yong to continue being good friends with him - he has also set his sights on the Beijing Postal College.
The five people hurriedly dragged their luggage, chatting and laughing as they moved towards where Du Gang parked his tricycle.
Just at the other end of the platform, a train from the south was slowly approaching the station.
The platform became even more crowded.
Chen Beilei was pushed around by the crowd and couldn't help but sigh to Lu Yan beside her.
"I should have known not to have the same hairstyle as Chu Miaohong. It's more convenient to wear a braid on the train."
Today she had a fashionable hairstyle, and with her fair skin, she stood out on the platform.
She had worked as a clerk in the camp headquarters for more than a year. After following Zhang Hongcheng, she had never been to the fields. She had just become a college student, and her temperament was somewhat different from others.
Unfortunately, during the Spring Festival travel rush, no matter who you are, you will still be squeezed into pieces.
Taking care of her big bag with one hand and protecting her hair with the other, Chen Beilei was pushed to the other side of the platform by the crowd without paying attention.
On a train coming from the south that had just stopped at the station, a man carrying a large bag and holding a child in his arms was also squeezed out of the door by the crowd. He hurriedly turned around to look for his wife.
But before he could even open his mouth to call out his wife's name, the crowded crowd had already pushed a slender figure in front of him.
The man's gaze suddenly froze, and the moment the panting Chen Beilei raised her head, it was as if a hundred thunders rang out above her head at the same time.
The two people's eyes met and stared at each other in the air, but one was filled with regret and guilt, and the other was filled with hatred and contempt.
The short three seconds of eye contact seemed like a whole year.
Chen Beilei turned around and left without hesitation.
The man's mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no word came out.
Chen Beilei desperately squeezed through the crowd and just happened to meet Lu Yan who had come anxiously.
Lu Yan was very familiar with Chen Beilei, and she could tell at a glance that her good sister was in a bad mood at the moment.
"What happened? Who did you see?"
Chen Beilei lifted the ends of her hair indifferently, and was surprised to find that the memory of that person in her heart had faded a lot.
And now my hair has grown to my waist again.
"I didn't see anyone, just a passerby."
Shi Qianjin, wearing a cotton-padded jacket that was 40% new and 50% old, and whose skin had become tanned, held his son in his arms and stared blankly at the place where the figure disappeared.
Until his wife Ma Hongying came over and hugged his hands.
Shi Qianjin noticed that his wife's hand was trembling as she held him, and he knew that Ma Hongying must have seen Chen Beilei as well.
He sighed and patted his wife's hand.
"It's all in the past, let's just live our lives well."
Ma Hongying thought of Chen Beilei's extraordinary temperament and dress just now, and a sense of inferiority mixed with a hint of bitterness lingered in her heart.
She first glanced at her son who was sleeping soundly, then lowered her voice.
"It doesn't matter if we didn't pass the exam this year. We'll have another chance in the summer. For our son's future, we must pass."
"Yes! It's up to you."
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