Chapter 112: Final Exam Without Half Life! Truth Only Exists in the Cannon...
Chapter 112: Final Exam with Half Life Lost
During morning exercises the next day, Liang Yan tearfully apologized to Yan Jiuru and Chen Yin, and promised that she would never harass them again.
Chen Yin looked at Liang Yan and said, "I hope you'll keep your word. My husband isn't anyone's forbidden lover, and you're not Empress Wu Zetian. We can appreciate beautiful people and things, but it's shameful to want to take advantage of everything you see.
I hope you will learn from your shame and then be brave.”
Liang Yan curled her lips inwardly, but still nodded in agreement in public.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have transferred schools.
Just when she finished her apology and was about to return to her seat, Yan Jiuru, who had been silent all the time, suddenly gave her a sly smile!
That smile seemed to have magic, like the sun shining on the glacier!
Although it was autumn, Liang Yan only felt that spring flowers were blooming before her eyes, spring was returning to the earth, and the spring breeze was blowing. Everything between heaven and earth became so illusory. Only this smile, which was a little bit cool and a little bit bad, but clean and brilliant, was deeply engraved in her heart.
She covered her face, squatted on the ground, and yelled uncontrollably: "No, I don't want to let go--".
Until he was carried away, he was still crying out for Senior Yan as if his heart had been ripped out. . . . .
Over the years that followed, she failed countless blind dates because of this smile. Every time a man appeared, this slightly ruffian smile would involuntarily appear in her mind, and then, nothing happened.
No one can replace Senior Yan.
This is a later story.
Chen Yin didn't see Yan Jiuru's smile. She just thought that this woman was crazy. It would be best if she didn't see her again. If she bothered her again, she would rather lose her composure and pounce on her and tear her apart.
***
Before the two cubs turned one hundred days old, Yan Jiuru called his grandfather.
"Grandpa, your two great-grandchildren are almost a hundred days old, why are you still dawdling?" Yan Jiuru was unhappy. "Is it because you have your eldest great-grandchild that you are worried about the rest?"
The old man quickly protested, "Nonsense! How could that be? I cherish it so much.
I'm just waiting for the village to slaughter the pig."
Grandpa Yan held the phone and whispered, "I tell you, now you can raise whatever pigs you want. You don't have to hand in the pigs according to the quota. If you are willing to hand them in, you will be paid by weight. The price is higher than before.
Many families in our brigade raise five or six pigs, which they kill themselves and sell the meat.
Ruchun and your second uncle's family each have two."
Yan Jiuru quickly said, "Master, it's not easy for them to raise two pigs, so don't ask them for meat."
Grandpa Yan was unhappy and said to him, "Look at what you said. What can I do? I have already ordered two or three good pigs from others."
"Well, we have no shortage of money. They worked hard to raise them, but it's not enough for us to eat." Yan Jiuru didn't know what he was thinking. When he came to his senses, his grandfather was talking about asking someone to smoke bacon.
"I'm telling you, there's no control over this anymore, and eating meat in the countryside is just more convenient than in the city. You know the Ge family? They're refugees from other places, and they make bacon and sausages, and they're better than anyone else. The Feng family might not be good at anything else, but the sausages their wife makes are the best."
The two chatted for more than 20 minutes before Grandma Yan shouted, "The phone line is hot. What a waste of money."
Grandpa Yan heard this and quickly said to his grandson, "Your father-in-law said that next year we will also be allowed to contract out the hilltops.
I've already picked out a good spot. I'm saying we'll rent out a few hills next year. Then we'll have chestnuts, hazelnuts, walnuts, and other things. If we can't finish them all, we can give them away... "
In this regard, Yan Jiuru is very filial to his grandfather.
He nodded and said, "Okay, if you want to pack it, we will pack it.
You should come back quickly. It takes time for them to smoke the meat. Why are you just waiting and watching here?
When I have winter vacation, if I have enough time, how about I take you back to celebrate the New Year?"
"That's a good feeling, that's a good feeling..."
His grandmother and parents, who were listening to his phone call, were also a little excited and kept asking, "Are you really going back for the New Year? Can you leave?"
His father even started arranging tickets: "Train tickets are even harder to sell during the Chinese New Year. We need to find someone in advance, right?"
Yan Jiuru:
"Don't worry, I'll make all the arrangements in advance."
When she returned to her room at night, Chen Yin said happily, "I really want to go back for the New Year. I miss my parents and my grandma a little bit too."
"I'll write to my dad in advance to let him know."
Zhuangzhuang seems to have a nail on his butt, busying himself here and there, not knowing what he is doing.
"You don't write big characters anymore?"
The child shouted to him, "I'm looking for toys to bring back and play with Tiedan, Erchun and the others..."
Yan Jiuru: It’s still early.
***
With aspirations, life becomes more hopeful.
However, New Year's Day and final exams come earlier than the Chinese New Year.
This year's New Year's Day is also the first New Year's Day event after Yanda resumed the college entrance examination.
All major universities are happily preparing for New Year activities.
As a result, before we could be happy for a few days, the counselor informed us that several compulsory and elective courses would have to be closed-book exams for the final exams!
Those who fail the exam can apply for a make-up exam. Failure will affect their chances of obtaining a diploma.
This was a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, and the students' enthusiasm, which had just been warming up, was completely chilled.
They are too complacent.
I spent most of the semester having fun, but now the final exam is waiting for me.
***
Yan Jiuru, Chen Yin and other students enrolled in March. This final exam marks the end of the first academic year. Basic compulsory courses and public courses must have final exams, such as college mathematics, college physics, Marxism-Leninism, college English, computer basics, etc., as well as practical course exams.
It's okay for others to fail a subject occasionally and then pass it through the make-up exam, but they and their husband and wife are under the spotlight, so they have to pass every subject, and with high scores.
This is also the pressure and motivation brought by fame.
They were too busy to take care of the children, but luckily their grandfather came back and the family had a stable support system, so they only had to prepare for the exam.
At this time, those students who usually live a carefree life wanted to stay awake all day, and even hurriedly ate a few bites during meal times.
The school has issued a notice saying that the examination system will be strictly enforced. If you fail the compulsory course examination and cannot pass the supplementary examination, you will not be able to get a diploma.
Who will sell me the regret medicine?
Now it is a best-seller on campus.
***
The final exams in college are called exam week, especially in polytechnics, where it is normal for the exams to last seven, eight or ten days.
Even a very capable student like Chen Yin felt dizzy after coming out of the computer room after the last practical class.
Yan Jiuru was waiting in the corridor. When she saw Chen Yin coming out, she quickly handed her a hot enamel pot. "Are you tired? Mom made some leek and pork dumplings for you. Hurry and eat a few to fill your stomach."
Final exams are really tiring, and they consume a lot of mental and physical energy.
Chen Yin ate several of them before she finally caught her breath and asked him, "Have you finished your exams? How long have you been waiting? It's so cold."
"I have another class tomorrow. I finished my practical exam early this afternoon, so I just got here after going home."
The two were talking quietly when a wailing suddenly came from the corridor on the other side: “Who the hell said college is easy?
I'm going to fuck that immortal board!
I almost got burned out by the final exam, and yet I’m still so carefree and happy…”
Yan Jiuru and Chen Yin held back their laughter. Since the exam week, this kind of howling has become nothing new to them.
Go ahead and curse, young man. There will be more professional courses next semester, so you’ll be bald by the end of the semester.
The final exam finally ended amid the students' cursing.
Unfortunately, Li Xiangdong, Zhao Zhi and Yang Lihua also failed a course, and they are members of the Student Union.
Chen Yin had to find a few people to emphasize that if she didn't pass the make-up exam next semester, not only would she not be able to stay in the student union, but her graduation would also have to be postponed.
I don’t know if they can still have fun during this winter vacation with the pressure of make-up exams.
***
Yan Jiuru and the others didn't have an easy time either.
Because winter militia training has also begun.
Not only the students of Yan University, but also the militiamen from all the universities in Yancheng area were gathered at the Xishan base for training.
The college student militia is educated, capable, and able to endure hardships. Their overall quality is very high, which makes the leaders of the Xishan base very fond of them.
Thanks to Xuanguo’s militia system.
You know, European and American Western countries now have strict restrictions on the entry of soldiers from Xuan Country.
Yan Jiuru went abroad with the purchasing team. During the review, it was easy to see that he had received professional military training because he had militia training records. In addition, almost all young people in Xuan Country received militia training, so there was nothing to say.
After all, Western countries all have a military service system. Even if you are in college, you have to serve in the military when you reach the age, and then come back to continue to go to college. Otherwise, it is a serious violation of the law.
Most students completed their training in just ten days, while the basic militia had to train for an additional week.
The training conditions at the Xishan base were much better than those at the Red Star Commune and Ze County. The grenades were thrown with live ammunition, and although the pistols, rifles, and light machine guns used for shooting were not all the latest models, they were all very well maintained, and there was absolutely no problem with the bolt not being able to be pulled.
It was also during this training that they came into contact with anti-aircraft guns for the first time.
From spotting the target, loading ammunition, to positioning and firing, only after actual practice did I realize how strenuous and tiring this thing is. It is completely different from the shoulder-fired cannons used in previous training.
When I watched movies before, I always felt that artillery support was too slow, delayed things, and was not effective. If the enemy’s positions and aircraft had been bombarded a few rounds early on, our soldiers would not have to sacrifice so many lives.
But only when I actually tried it myself did I realize that things are not that simple at all.
Not to mention how to pull large-scale artillery to the designated location without being discovered by enemy aircraft, the speed of manually reloading shells alone is almost blind compared to enemy aircraft.
Fixed positions are fine, but manually reloading shells also requires time. Moreover, today's artillery barrels easily heat up, and in order to prevent explosions, they need time to cool down.
After the training, Yan Jiuru and several classmates from the School of Engineering gathered around the artillery, touching and rubbing it. Yan Jiuru also frowned in thought as he stared at the hot barrel.
Division Commander Chen and the commander craned their necks to watch from afar, muttering quietly, "What do you think they're doing?"
"I guess he might be tired of our artillery."
"Oh," Commander Chen rubbed his hands and said happily, "All the people here this time are college students. I don't think there are many, but if there are three or five capable ones who can study and improve these guns and artillery, we'll wake up laughing in our dreams."
***
The training is over and it’s only a few days until the Chinese New Year.
Yan Jiuru rested for a day and hurried to the office to get the train ticket.
Xiao Gao from the logistics department handed him a stack of train tickets and some New Year's benefits, and said, "Team Leader Yan, once you sign, I'll have Xiao Zhang deliver it for you."
Their company has good welfare benefits. They have meat, vegetables, rice, flour, grain, oil, fruit, snacks, seafood, mountain products and so on. There are four large baskets of various things. A bicycle definitely cannot carry them all in one go.
"Okay, thank you for the trouble, brother."
Yan Jiuru also readily accepted the kindness of his colleagues.
As soon as he came out of the logistics office, he saw Director Liang from the Human Resources Department quietly waving at him at the stairs: "The director is looking for you, go quickly."
Yan Jiuru's eyes flashed, he nodded and walked quickly towards the director's office.
***
There were two plainclothes guards standing outside Director Wu's office door. Needless to say, some leader must be there.
At work, Yan Jiuru would not easily use his spiritual sense. After all, both the work unit and individuals have secrets and privacy. Whether others believe it or not is one thing, but he also needs to control it himself.
"Report!" Yan Jiuru shouted outside the door.
Director Wu came to open the door personally.
As soon as Yan Jiuru entered the door, he saw Leader No. 2 sitting on the sofa drinking tea!
Stand at attention and salute!
Leader No. 2 stood up with a smile and returned a military salute to Yan Jiuru with his right hand.
His arm is no longer restricted in extension and has regained normal function.
Yan Jiuru smiled widely.
This was the first time he had a formal meeting with the leader since the four-man group was crushed.
"Thank you, Comrade Xiaoyan!"
The leader shook his hand vigorously and asked him to sit down and talk.
Yan Jiuru glanced at Director Wu, and the two of them sat down.
The No. 2 commander's arm was not only injured by shrapnel before. The most serious injury was that the woman who led the four-person group whipped her horse while he was riding in the war zone a few years ago, which startled the horse and caused him to fall off the horse and suffer a comminuted fracture.
The medical conditions at that time were poor and the treatment effect was not good, which resulted in the disability of being unable to flex and extend normally.
After that, he fell again. After treatment with traditional Chinese medicine, the pain was slightly relieved, but he still could not straighten his body normally.
Before Yan Jiuru met Chief No. 2, Old Wu had mentioned this to him quietly. Therefore, Yan Jiuru did not focus on this after scanning with his spiritual sense. After all, the woman was still very arrogant at the time, and they did not dare to be too ostentatious.
But when Yan Jiuru was sorting out the leader's consciousness later, he also took care of the old injury on his arm. The meridians inside were reconnected. As long as he persisted in massage and acupuncture, the recovery time could be controlled.
It can be seen that after the four-person group was crushed, the leader was less constrained and was finally able to publicly recover from his arm injury.
***
The commander obviously wasn't here to show off his arm, and his time was precious, so he asked directly, "Comrade Xiaoyan, as a college student, do you have any opinions or suggestions on this militia training?"
Yan Jiuru pondered and said, "That's all the training methods I've come across, but I think they're still very effective and necessary. As for weapons and equipment, to be honest, there's still a big gap compared to what I've seen abroad."
The leader nodded and said, "At present, our country's economic development is important, but military strength is the most powerful guarantee."
"The German Bismarck was right when he said that truth is only within the range of artillery. Only when our military strength is strong enough will others talk to us."
"Your engineering studies are excellent. I hope you can put them into practice. Practice makes perfect. The country needs you."
After the No. 2 leader left, Old Wu patted him on the shoulder and said, "The leader has high hopes for you, but you shouldn't have too much of a burden.
The development of equipment is not a one-time thing. Many researchers are working hard on it. If we all work together, we will eventually change the backward situation."
"If you need anything, just tell the institute. Don't be afraid of trouble."
Yan Jiuru: What else can he do facing such a chief and leader?
"I haven't come into contact with current military equipment. I need a systematic and comprehensive understanding of the current situation. Otherwise, I'll just be doing it haphazardly without a clear plan."
He pondered and said, "After the New Year, I'll find an opportunity to go to the Western Country again. The previous times, I didn't pay much attention to any particular aspect, so I need to take a targeted look."
"Okay, the institute will coordinate the arrangements."
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