Chapter 14 First Day of School
At eight o'clock in the morning, the smell of cigarettes in the cafeteria which also serves as a classroom had not yet dissipated, but the first class of the fifth period of the Institute of Literature and Research had already begun.
The lecturer of "Prehistoric National Culture" is Mr. Pei Wenzhong, a domestic prehistoric archaeologist and paleontologist, a member of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and a researcher at the Institute of Vertebrate Paleontology and Paleoanthropology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.
The old gentleman is 78 years old this year and has been retired for many years. It is not easy for him to be entrusted by the Institute of Literature and Research to come and teach the students.
To put it simply, Mr. Pei’s course is an advanced version of the first volume of the junior high school history textbook. It was the first time that Lin Weimin knew that in this day and age, one has to learn about prehistoric culture in order to write.
Are they all this curly?
He kept dozing off in class and couldn't help wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with Zhou Gong.
"Ding-ling-ling", the bell for the end of get out of class was very traditional, just like the mechanical bell used in school when he was a child. Lin Weimin stretched lazily.
He noticed the look in Qu Xiaowei's eyes and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
"Wipe your drool!"
Lin Weimin quickly reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, but found that there was nothing at all. He immediately realized that he had been fooled.
“You…”
"Stop pretending to be one of our old Yanjing people. I will beat you to death if I go out!" Qu Xiaowei retorted.
This guy helped Lin Weimin to save face yesterday and he is so arrogant.
After joking for a while, Qu Xiaowei said seriously, "I think you are really amazing. Such a good and authoritative teacher is giving us a lecture, and you can actually sleep?"
Although Qu Xiaowei has the characteristic of being a complainer, he is still very serious about studying.
In fact, Lin Weimin was also very distressed. He had vowed to perform well last night, but the problem was that he had been a poor student since he was a child. It was too difficult for him to sit quietly in the classroom and listen to lectures.
"I don't want to, but Mr. Zhou is really worried about my sleep quality and insisted that I catch up on my sleep."
"cut!"
Qu Xiaowei was disdainful, thinking that this kid was truly uneducated and unskillful.
Lin Weimin ignored Qu Xiaowei and took advantage of the break to open his classmates' notes one by one.
He sadly discovered that he seemed to be the only poor student in the entire class.
Brothers and sisters, you are already in your 30s and 40s, why do you have to work so hard? Give the young people a way out.
No one heard Lin Weimin's inner wailing. Many people were still discussing the content of the class. Looking at their enthusiasm for learning, Lin Weimin actually felt a little ashamed.
The twenty-minute break between classes passed quickly. The classes at the Institute of Literature and Art Research were large classes, each lasting an hour and a half, and they were taught intensively. One course basically took several days, and there were no other classes in between.
The main reason for doing this is that the lecturers' time is precious and it is unlikely that they can spare time to teach every day. They can only arrange the courses intensively in a few days, and they can spare a few days out of their busy schedule to teach everyone.
Lin Weimin was very excited this morning. He didn't notice anything because everyone was laughing a few days ago, but today he saw that these classmates were not ordinary people!
What can I do?
Learn it!
Lin Weimin's thighs were pinched purple, and he finally couldn't sleep this morning.
He encouraged himself in his heart, good, it was a good start.
There are still ten minutes before lunch, and everyone has to put away the tables and chairs after class.
The cafeteria is not only used by the Institute of Literature and Research, but also by the cadres and students of D School.
Classes continued in the afternoon and Lin Weimin's performance was a little better than in the morning.
Maybe it was because of the atmosphere. The students around him were very serious in class despite their age. In such an environment, as long as Lin Weimin overcame his sleepiness, he could easily concentrate on the class.
At the end of a day's class, it was worth inviting famous teachers to teach. Even Lin Weimin, a poor student, felt that he benefited a lot.
After dinner in the evening, many students rested for a while and then stayed in the cafeteria to write, as the place was very spacious.
The students scattered inside one by one, giving the cafeteria, which was already filled with the strong smell of food, a scholarly air.
Lin Weimin couldn't sit still for a while, so he followed the crowd and stayed in the cafeteria for a while before getting up and strolling around the yard.
The D school yard was full of bungalows, and there wasn't much to walk around in. But Lin Weimin did find a good spot, which was a small meeting room on the other side of the yard.
The area was not very large, with a long table in the middle and chairs around it. He decisively moved his books, paper and pen here.
Qu Xiaowei noticed Lin Weimin's actions, followed him and took a look, then turned around and went back to the cafeteria to spread the news.
"I've found a good place for the people, let's go quickly." He picked up his things and left.
This is probably the herd mentality of human beings. When everything is still unknown, as long as there is a pioneer, everyone will follow suit.
Many people were curious about the good place that Qu Xiaowei mentioned and followed him.
After going there, some people returned to the cafeteria.
The canteen is large, the conference room is small; the canteen is open, the conference room is hidden; the canteen is popular, the conference room is quiet.
Different people have different tastes.
Therefore, Comrade Lin Weimin is a quiet and profound person at heart.
Qu Xiaowei was a hot-tempered person. He came to the meeting room just for something new, but he ran back to the cafeteria after working for less than five minutes.
Instead, several female students in the class and older students like Lao Qiao stayed in the meeting room.
The atmosphere in the small conference room was quiet, and the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across the manuscript paper was particularly clear.
I don’t know how long he had been writing. Lin Weimin raised his head to stretch his legs. He saw Huang Anyi sitting opposite him, writing furiously with her head down.
For a moment, Lin Weimin suddenly liked this feeling, which was a bit similar to what the ancients often said about the fragrance of a woman with red sleeves.
Of course, Sister An Yi would definitely not add any charm to Lin Weimin. At best, she would give him a shy smile.
Lin Weimin's actions attracted the attention of others. After everyone had been writing at their desks for more than an hour, several people could no longer sit still and stood up to move around.
Tang Kangmei stood up and passed by Lin Weimin's seat. He glanced at him and asked casually, "What is Weimin writing?"
"Nothing, just a story about a spy." Lin Weimin replied casually.
This description is unattractive. In Tang Kangmei's impression, this kind of story belongs to official literature and is out of tune with the trend in recent years.
"Why did you want to write such a story?"
She asked without even reading Lin Weimin's words.
Of course, Lin Weimin couldn't say that I wrote this based on a film or TV work, so he made up a story: "I just read a handwritten copy of "An Embroidered Shoe" before, and I suddenly felt like writing this story these two days."
“I see!”
Tang Kangmei responded with one sentence and changed the topic.
Lin Weimin saw that it was getting late, so he picked up his things and went back to the dormitory, without saying a word all night.
(End of this chapter)
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