Peking University and Jinghua University are known as the two strongest schools. Geographically, they are separated by a long street, but their temperaments are different.
If we say that the essence of the East is integrated with the modern world, with the constant hustle and bustle of traffic in the campus, and the lawns, Western-style buildings, and obelisks that have absorbed the flavor of a Western campus, then Peking University is the old stubborn one that sticks to tradition.
The red door is lacquered with vermilion, the beams are painted, and big red lanterns are hung. A plaque with a blue background and gold edges on the lintel hangs high. It looks antique at first glance. Looking inside through the main door, you can see weeping willows all green - of course, that was in spring and summer. Now it is the middle of winter, and everything is red.
This long street has always been considered the street with the highest cultural level. Not only these two schools but also students from other schools throughout the capital come here.
There will never be a lack of mutual communication, especially communication between men and women.
Peking University is famous throughout the capital for its beautiful women. The beauties here are both beautiful and talented, so the number of people who covet Peking University girls is as high as the sea of fish. Fortunately, the school has a very strict academic atmosphere, otherwise the streets would be filled with luxury cars.
"Stop the car, in front."
Chen Ya stopped the car with a "squeak" and stepped on the ground with one foot.
The neatly dressed security guard in front walked over, hands raised in the air:
"Sorry, no motor vehicles are allowed on campus."
Lu Qianzi raised her head and peered out from behind Chen Ya to observe the situation. Chen Ya was lying on the steering wheel:
“This is not a motor vehicle.”
“Electric vehicles are all motor vehicles.”
Chen Ya said: "Only when the speed limit is above 30 kilometers can it be considered a motor vehicle. This electric car is produced according to the new national standard and is a standard non-motor vehicle."
The security guard held down the front of Chen Ya's motorcycle and said, "No matter what standard it is produced according to, as long as it is an electric vehicle, it cannot enter."
"Then how can he get in?"
Chen Yachong nodded at the person beside him.
I saw a middle-aged man in plain gray clothes riding a pedal electric bike that was even more worn out than the one Chen Ya was riding. Like a nimble catfish, he skillfully swung his tail and entered the school gate.
Another security guard next to him saluted him.
"Riding my beloved little motorcycle..."
"He'll never get stuck in traffic..."
The floating singing voice faded away, Chen Ya withdrew his gaze, and the security guard in front of him had a red face.
"He...he's different."
Chen Ya sneered, "What? The motto of Beijing University has changed? From 'inclusiveness' to 'differentiation'?"
The young security guard was not good at speaking and kept his mouth open for a long time. Suddenly, a person standing nearby who had listened to the whole conversation patted Chen Ya on the shoulder.
Chen Ya turned his head.
"Do you know who that person is?"
The person next to him was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked like a student, but not quite like a student.
"I know, Yang Changshuo." Chen Ya said.
"You know that's Principal Yang, yet you still ask? You're quite interesting." The man with gold-rimmed glasses lit a cigarette.
"Yang Changshuo actually became the principal? The principal or the vice-principal?" Chen Ya was really surprised.
The gold-rimmed glasses froze.
President Yang, known for his easygoing disposition, commutes daily on an electric bike, loves his students, and possesses strong academic ability. He is widely known throughout the university, having earned the respect and popularity of many past presidents.
What puzzled him was that from the tone of the man in front of him, he knew Yang Changshuo, but before he became the principal?
At this moment, his eyes suddenly caught sight of the watch on Chen Ya's wrist. There were silver flakes on the blue dial, and it was obvious at a glance that it was not cheap.
Soon, he had some guesses about the identity of the person in front of him.
Most of them are second-generation kids who have some money outside the school and come to the school to play.
"Principal Yang is, of course, the principal," said the man with gold-rimmed glasses, trying not to sound condescending. "You're not from our school, are you?"
He added: "Our school does not prohibit outsiders from entering the campus, but if you want to visit the school, we still recommend that you abide by the school's rules and regulations."
"Okay, okay." Chen Ya sighed, "Then I will abide by the rules and regulations that your school principal has taken the lead in not following."
"You!..." The man with gold-rimmed glasses twitched his face.
Chen Ya parked the car outside the school. Lu Qianzi took off her helmet, revealing her long hair. When the boy with gold-rimmed glasses saw her, his heart moved slightly, and he felt a little regretful.
Such a pretty girl is actually with a wealthy guy from outside the school.
In his opinion, it felt a bit like flowers and cow dung.
"Isn't this Lu Qianzi?" When the two parked the car, a boy with his hands in his pockets and chewing gum came over.
Lu Qianzi looked up, a smile on her face: "Xia Yingji, why are you here?"
The boy chewed gum, shrugged his shoulders, pointed at the red armband on his arm and said:
"There's some kind of civilized campus activity going on today, and I, a member of the student union, was drafted in to serve. Look, the person who just spoke to you is our student union president."
Lu Qianzi covered her mouth and said, "Oh, yes, you are the vice president of the school. I didn't see you just now."
Xia Ying smiled mysteriously: "Of course you have to do it secretly. If anyone can see it, it will be over."
The man with gold-rimmed glasses walked over, his expression still serious: "Yingji, do you know them? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Xia Yingji patted his chest and said, "Hey, my dear president, can you please stop being so bossy and relax a little? This is Peking University, not a prison. You're acting like a policeman..."
The president pushed his glasses up and said, "You're wrong. Although it's a school, it's also an important national institution. The school's image and safety are extremely important. If something happens, it will be known to the whole world. How can we not take it seriously?"
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