Chapter 63. Several people read it in the dormitory...
A few people spent the afternoon watching "The Swordsman of Shushan" in the dormitory. When it was time for dinner, Lu Man wanted to eat hot pot and wanted to treat everyone to hot pot. She mainly wanted Xi Jiawen and Jiang Can to try the hot pot in Beijing, which was incomparable to that of small places.
They think the Flaming Mountain hot pot broth is delicious because she doesn't eat enough!
There was a class meeting tonight, and I didn't have time to go off-campus, so I went to the school's second canteen to eat mutton hot pot.
Xi Jiawen slung her backpack over her shoulder and stuffed some more things inside. "Let's go!"
After the hot pot was served, Lu Man poured two plates of lamb rolls into it. She prepared the dipping sauce, cooked the lamb rolls in the broth, and took a bite: "Although it's not as good as what you get outside, the taste is still quite authentic. Let's go out to eat on Saturday and Sunday. Jiawen and Cancan, try it!"
Xi Jiawen picked up a slice of mutton roll with her chopsticks, dipped it in sesame sauce, and exclaimed, "The mutton is so delicious!"
Then she took a bottle of beef sauce out of her bag, opened the lid, scooped out a spoonful, and poured it into the dipping sauce. "Manman, want to try some? It's twice as delicious. It's the same sauce as the Flaming Mountain hot pot base!"
He scooped a spoonful for each of the other people.
Lu Man was a little disgusted, but she wanted to know just how delicious it was, so she asked for a spoonful! It was spicy and fragrant, and the lamb rolls tasted even better with the sauce!
Xi Jiawen: "Is it delicious?"
Lu Man found it hard to say it wasn't delicious, because it really was.
The six of them ate about ten plates of lamb rolls, along with other vegetables. When it came time to pay, the bill came to seventy-eight yuan, which was indeed a reasonable price. They didn't let Lu Man pay and were prepared to split the bill.
Lu Man: "I already said I'm treating, don't argue with me! Jiawen and Cancan are from a small town, how could they have so much money! Does that mean that every time I want to eat something nice, you all have to pay for Jiawen and Cancan? Where would they get so much money?"
Xia Kexin quickly pulled Lu Man to stop her from talking, and Shen Yunxi said, "Shh, shh, shh."
Xi Jiawen and Jiang Can: ...
Xi Jiawen: "Lu Man, you're quite pretty and cute, so why do you have a mouth?"
Seeing everyone looking at her, Lu Man asked, "Did I say something wrong?"
Xi Jiawen: "I didn't say anything wrong. Miss, please pay! I'm so lucky to have met such a noble and generous young lady."
During the class meeting that evening, class committee members were elected, and Jiang Can became the arts and culture clerk because she could practice swordsmanship.
Xiao Yu'er is quite skilled with a sword.
Jiang Can's classmates egged him on to perform a sword dance, and without hesitation, he took a pointer and used it as a sword to perform a short piece.
She trained with the martial arts instructor for half a month. It didn't have any killing power, but it was very entertaining.
Although there is no background music, it looks particularly beautiful.
She happened to be wearing a skirt today, making her look like Xiao Yu'er from the novel "The Swordsman of Shu Mountain".
The atmosphere was exceptionally good afterward; talented men and women gathered together, and who wouldn't have a talent?
Reciting a poem on the podium is always a beautiful sound.
Lu Man also went on stage and sang "Tian Mi Mi" (Sweet Honey), which was particularly beautiful.
Xia Kexin wrote riddles on the podium and asked everyone to guess the answers. After that, Xia Kexin stayed on the podium and became the riddle setter.
In the end, Xia Kexin couldn't think of any good riddles for a while. She said, "Let's play a game. Idiom chain is too easy. Let's play a poem chain. Teacher Hu, can you give me a riddle?"
Teacher Hu Yifeng pondered for a moment and said, "May you enjoy such beautiful scenery, with surging waves and towering clouds."
Everyone applauded together, thanking Teacher Hu for his blessings.
Immediately afterwards, Xia Kexin added the second line: "I rise to see the moon set in the west, and crows cry at night from the city walls."
Next, the students in the first row will start taking turns.
This game is quite easy for Chinese literature majors, but there are times when they get stuck. If their deskmate or roommate reminds them of a couple of words, they can continue smoothly.
There were also particularly difficult situations where no one could think of any poems, so they had to come up with poems again after the other person performed.
A boy in the last row hesitated, and someone next to him reminded him: "Learning requires a thousand books, but joy requires ten thousand cups of wine."
"Learning calligraphy is like learning Zen; when the mind understands, the brush will naturally follow."
"The waves of learning dry up overnight."
The boy replied, "The sea of learning is turbulent, and one must persevere to navigate it."
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Xia Kexin smiled and said, "There is a path in books, and diligence is the way; the sea of learning is boundless, and hard work is the boat. Let us encourage each other with this!"
The boy's face flushed red: "Learning is like sailing on a boundless sea; I'm too nervous."
Shen Yunxi whispered to Jiang Can, "Ah, you don't even know this sentence? With such a serious imbalance in your studies, why are you majoring in Chinese literature?"
Jiang Can's smile gradually disappeared. She turned to look at the boy, whose name seemed to be Xiao Su.
Xia Kexin: "Let's play something a little more challenging, like idiom chain, but with a limitation: the chain must end with a limiting word and have a closed loop within six sentences. We'll start by answering in order of dormitories."
Teacher Hu: "Let's add a prize: the losing dormitory will have to move textbooks to the winning dormitory. I'll come up with the questions."
Teacher Hu picked up a pencil and wrote the two characters '山雨' (mountain rain) on the blackboard.
Jiang Can immediately thought of Wang Wei's poem about the mountains: "The mountain path was originally without rain."
Jiang Can's dormitory gets +1 point.
Teacher Hu continued to give questions.
Everyone was very eager to answer, which means the game is obviously quite challenging, and that's what makes it fun.
Jiang Can, Xia Kexin, and Tong Kaixuan have the highest knowledge of poetry in the class.
In the end, Jiang Can's dormitory won, and they no longer needed to carry textbooks.
The losing dormitory is a boys' dormitory. Tomorrow morning, after picking up the textbooks, we'll deliver them to Jiang Can's dormitory building.
Everyone was getting ready to go back to their dorms when Lu Man said, "I'll go to the bookstore and browse around. I want to buy a book on classical Chinese poetry. You can't get through college if you can't recite classical poems."
She knows some common classical poems, but she's never even heard of the ones that aren't required to be memorized.
Shen Yunxi: "I'm going too!" She wants to buy a copy as well.
Jiang Can and the others returned to their dorm, while Wen Lan continued playing on the computer, seemingly playing a game, though it was incomprehensible.
Jiang Can took out his mobile phone and went to the balcony to call Shen Lang, starting their daily chat.
When Lu Man returned, she saw Jiang Can carrying a mobile phone into the dormitory and exclaimed in shock, "Holy crap, you have a mobile phone! I don't even have one!"
Jiang Can: "Do you need to make a phone call? You can borrow it."
Lu Man: "Ahhh, I want a mobile phone too! I don't want a pager!" She stared at Jiang Can's mobile phone. She thought Jiang Can was from a small county and was poor and didn't have much money, but it turned out she had a mobile phone. Then she looked at Jiang Can's mosquito net and pink quilt...
It was really hot when we went to bed at night. At first, everyone was reluctant to open the balcony door because they felt it was unsafe, but it was so hot that we decided to open it anyway, so that there would be some breeze outside.
Lu Man: "I want air conditioning. Can I get an air conditioner installed in my dorm? Why aren't freshmen allowed to live off-campus? I want to buy a house off-campus."
Xi Jiawen turned off the light: "Miss, shut up. Calm down and you'll feel cool."
The next day, the morning was mainly for picking up textbooks and military training uniforms. Dorm 312 didn't need to go to pick them up; the boys' dorms had them delivered to their building. If they weren't prohibited from entering the girls' dorms, they could have delivered them to the dorm entrance.
I attended the welcome party in the afternoon.
Military training will begin on the third day.
In August, the sun is scorching hot, and you'll be drenched in sweat after just a short time in the sun. Just thinking about military training in such weather is painful, and no one wants to do it.
Everyone prepared for military training in advance: sunscreen had to be applied, sanitary napkins had to be placed inside the shoes, and water cups had to be big enough.
Jiang Can began his two-week military training.
She is physically strong and has a lot of strength, but she has been living a rather comfortable life lately. Suddenly having to stand under the sun like this is really a hardship.
Fortunately, the instructor was very handsome, with broad shoulders, long legs, and what appeared to be eight-pack abs.
Shen Yunxi whispered that, based on her extensive experience watching TV, the instructor must have eight-pack abs.
Most importantly, the upperclassmen stood under the shade of the trees, eating ice cream and drinking chilled soda, looking this way, and occasionally shouting encouragement.
Jiang Can's side had even more people, all there to see Jiang Can, this 'Xiao Yu'er'.
A senior student called out, "Yu'er, are you hot? Do you want some ice cream? I'll let you take the first bite."
Another senior student called out, "Yu'er, let me stand next to you and hold the umbrella for you!"
Jiang Can: ...
Instructor: "Who is Yu'er?"
Jiang Can, who was in a horse stance, replied, "Reporting, it's me. May I stand up to answer the question?"
The instructor walked up to Jiang Can. "Why don't you squat down? Is Yu'er your nickname?" He remembered Jiang Can's name.
Jiang Can: !!!
Answering questions is too physically demanding; she can't even squat in a horse stance anymore, let alone answer questions.
The instructor then went to ask the female student next to him who was eating ice cream while holding an umbrella.
After teasing Jiang Can, the senior students went on to tease the other junior students. One of the senior students said, "Instructor, look at that junior student with short hair, he's scratching an itch!"
"Hey junior, second row, fourth row, what are you doing! Is blow-drying your hair fun?"
"Instructor, the junior in the first row of the fifth row is stomping his feet."
"Instructor, turn around quickly, Yu'er is bending over to rub her legs!"
Everyone couldn't help but laugh, even the instructors couldn't help but laugh, staring at Jiang Can, whose legs were trembling, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Great. Others use features or row and column numbers, but she just calls her Yu'er.
On the first day of military training, Jiang Can was exhausted and hot, and was also treated like a monkey by onlookers.
By the end of the day, I felt half dead. At mealtimes, my appetite would increase rapidly, and I would have to add meat pies to my hot pot. It wasn't until evening that I felt alive again.
There was no military training upstairs. The students formed a circle and sang revolutionary songs together. One of the male students in the class, Cui Yongyi, challenged the coach, who was a black belt in Taekwondo.
Jiang Can joined in the commotion, shouting, "Compare one, compare one, compare one!"
The instructor gestured to the crowd, took off his hat, and walked in.
The instructor and Cui Yongyi faced off against each other, and the crowd shouted, "3, 2, 1, begin!"
Cui Yongyi made the first move, and the two fought back and forth until Cui Yongyi was finally taken down by the instructor.
Everyone screamed, and Shen Yunxi exclaimed, "Ahhhhh, abs!"
Cui Yongyi's shirt was turned up, revealing his bronze abs, which were particularly dazzling under the lights. The instructor reached out and pulled Cui Yongyi up.
Cui Yongyi quickly straightened his clothes, covering his abs.
Shen Yunxi whispered, "So stingy! Why didn't you tear your clothes? You have such a great figure, why didn't you show it off?" She then quietly asked Jiang Can, "Can Can, did you see the instructor's pectoral muscles just now? The moment the instructor was tackled by Cui Yongyi, his clothes were so tight, they were huge."
Jiang Can whispered, "I saw it."
However, she wasn't interested in abs; Shen Lang already had them, and they were even superior.
Shen Yunxi: "What does it feel like?"
Jiang Can imagined the feel of Shen Lang's abs, "They should be very easy to massage."
Shen Yunxi: !!!
The various clubs at the school started their tours, and soon it was their turn.
Dancing, singing, sign language, crosstalk, etc., it's all very fun.
After the evening session, the instructors taught everyone how to fold blankets. They weren't expected to fold them into perfect, tofu-like shapes, but they were expected to do it properly.
There were also requirements for the placement of items. The instructor showed everyone how to put the thermos flask, washbasin, and towels in a dormitory on the first floor, and then asked everyone to go back to their dormitories to fold their blankets and arrange their items. He then gave individual guidance to each of them.
The day finally came to an end.
After washing up, Shen Yunxi and Lu Man sat together talking about Cui Yongyi's abs, while Xia Kexin sat next to them drawing, depicting the scene of Cui Yongyi fighting with the instructor.
Shen Yunxi: "Ahhh, the instructor's pectoral muscles!!! Cui Yongyi's abs!!! Kexin, your hands are amazing."
Everyone gathered around to watch; it was too sensual.
Shen Yunxi: "I want to..."
Xia Kexin: "It's yours."
Lu Man: "I want to too..."
Xia Kexin drew another one for her, saying, "Don't say I drew it." Then she asked Jiang Can, "Can I draw Yu'er kissing Nie Feng?"
Jiang Can: "Be good, you don't want to."
Everyone gradually lay back down on their beds, and Jiang Can fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Military training is tough. Occasionally, we have to do nighttime marches with whistles, run to Tiananmen Square at 4 a.m. to watch the flag-raising ceremony, and take a truck to the foot of the Great Wall at 3 a.m. to climb the Great Wall at night and watch the sun slowly rise from the east.
Tired but happy.
The class monitor was calling roll, and when he called out 'Xiao Su', Xiao Su was still a bit dazed and didn't react. His roommate nudged him, and he finally answered, 'Here.'
Jiang Can seemed to be deep in thought.
Once everyone was present, the counselor led them in lining up for a photo.
The first group photo of the freshman class (3) of the Chinese Department in 1995 was taken.
These days were short but happy. The two weeks that seemed so long and unbearable at first have ended in the blink of an eye, and the instructors are leaving.
They used to hate the instructors for being ruthless, but now they all shed tears, watching the truck carrying the instructors away with tears in their eyes.
Everyone was sad all night, but after a good night's sleep, they belatedly realized that military training was over!
Ah, this is wonderful!
You can sleep through the night without having to get up early for morning exercises, run laps in the middle of the night, or stand under the sun all day.
Everyone got a lot darker. Lu Man said, "It's so unfair! We used the same sunscreen, so why did I get tanned? Can Can, did you secretly use a different sunscreen?"
Jiang Can pointed to her sunscreen: "I've used up two whole jars of it!"
Everyone uses Jiang Can's.
In the first two days, Lu Man noticed that she had gotten a tan, but Jiang Can hadn't. She thought Jiang Can's sunscreen was good, so she wanted to borrow it and return it to her later.
Jiang Can generously offered to use it together, saying that Zhou Bing had given it to her and that it was said to have a particularly good sun protection effect.
We shared the two cans in the dorm, and they were all used up.
Jiang Can was also tanned, but it wasn't as noticeable as the others.
Xi Jiawen: "Is it so hard to admit that Can Can doesn't get tanned?"
Shen Yunxi cried out, "Heaven is unfair!"
Wen Lan: "So what if it's a black mark?"
The school's clubs were recruiting new members in full swing, and Jiang Can and his roommates went around and signed up for the student council.
They had lunch together, and Lu Man and Shen Junxi went home in the afternoon.
We get two days off on Saturday and Sunday.
Zhou Bing called Jiang Can and said he would pick her up in the afternoon because they were attending a banquet that evening. Jiang Can packed her things and waited at the school gate.
Zhou Bing picked up Jiang Can and took her to get a beauty treatment first. "I was so scared that you would get a tan. If you got a tan, how could you play the fairy? Luckily, your skin is only a little bit dark, so it won't have a big impact."
After spending an afternoon at the beauty salon, Zhou Bing looked at her face and said, "It's whiter and smoother! You look even better."
Finally, she had her eyebrows done, her makeup applied, her hair styled, and changed into an elegant light blue dress brought by Zhou Bing, looking ethereal and beautiful.
Zhou Bing: "Director Peng is in charge. The female lead in his next martial arts drama is a fairy who grows up drinking dew. Your image is perfect for that role."
Jiang Can understood.
At the banquet, Director Peng, in his fifties, slightly overweight, and always smiling, looked like a Maitreya Buddha. Zhou Bing drank more than a dozen cups with him. Later in the banquet, Director Peng pointed at Jiang Can and asked her to dance a scene from the play "Emperor Kangxi" on the spot.
"If you can jump, come to 'Jianghu Romance'."
A young man next to Director Peng said with a smile, "This place isn't suitable for dancing either. Why don't we go to the company tomorrow?"
Director Peng nodded.
Jiang Can put down her chopsticks, smiled faintly, and said, "It suits me."
Bingjie downed more than a dozen glasses of baijiu and was almost drunk. Would she let this opportunity pass her by?
She's an actress, what's wrong with her dancing?
She asked the waiter for a ribbon, but unfortunately they didn't have white or blue, only bright red. She let her hair down and then chose some music.
Consort De danced for Emperor Kangxi many times. She was gentle and charming, which certainly had nothing to do with being ethereal, but she had to dance out that ethereal quality.
Just give the right look.
As the music began, Jiang Can tossed out a red silk ribbon, her long skirt fluttering and her hair flying, a breathtaking sight.
In the concert hall, Jiang Can retrieved the red silk.
Director Peng said, "Okay, go to the audition tomorrow. If the lead actress isn't suitable, then the second lead will do." He then said to Zhou Bing, "Stop drinking, let's eat."
The young man smiled and raised his glass to Jiang Can, "Congratulations."
He was fairly good-looking, except for his slightly flat nose. But he was dressed in luxury, and every move he made exuded nobility, like a young master raised in a golden goblet, which made people overlook his appearance.
Jiang Can didn't know his identity, but being able to sit in front of Director Peng, one of the top figures in the industry, meant he wasn't an ordinary person. She smiled and raised her glass, "Thank you."
I took a small sip.
Then two actresses performed their talents, one dancing and the other singing. Both were top-tier actresses; the former had a bright and cheerful demeanor, while the latter had a sweet and charming one.
Director Peng's films are in high demand.
After the banquet ended and Director Peng left, Sister Bing ran to the toilet and vomited violently. Jiang Can patted her back and gave her bottled water to rinse her mouth.
Zhou Bing has a high alcohol tolerance, but she couldn't resist drinking too much today. There were quite a few artists present, and if she hadn't drunk, she wouldn't have had a chance at all.
After Zhou Bing finished vomiting, she squatted down and rinsed her mouth: "I was just afraid you wouldn't jump."
Jiang Can: "Sis, you're in this state, how can I let you drink for nothing? Are you feeling better? Let me carry you home first."
Zhou Bing: "Stop! You're a fairy! Fairies can carry me."
Jiang Can helped her out, and they ran into the young man from before at the hotel entrance. He smiled and asked, "My name is Xie Xun. Shall I have the driver take you back?"
Zhou Bing: "Young Master Xie, thank you for helping me avoid the drinks. My car is waiting outside, so you don't need to trouble yourself."
Xie Xun nodded, got into a luxury car, and left.
After Zhou Bing and Jiang Can got into the car, Zhou Bing started vomiting again. Jiang Can held a plastic bag for her and said, "Sister Bing, don't do this next time. If you can't act, then don't act."
After vomiting for a while, Zhou Bing rinsed his mouth with water. "You don't understand. Others don't even have the chance to get drunk."
Zhou Bing leaned back in her chair, and Jiang Can pinched her stomach and intestines acupoints on her palms, which provided some relief.
The driver pulled up to the apartment building, and Jiang Can carried Zhou Bing upstairs while the driver helped. The driver left once they reached the street. Zhou Bing was feeling even worse now, but she was happy and kept calling out "Can Can."
Once upstairs, Jiang Can put her on the sofa, took off her clothes and shoes, went to the kitchen to cook a hangover soup, and coaxed Zhou Bing to drink it.
Otherwise I'll have a headache tomorrow morning.
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