Yan Yangyang, a 172cm tall girl from Beijing, instantly raised her eyebrows and yelled at the girl in the upper bunk: "Chu Hongyu, what do you mean I'm so big and nothing looks good on me! Don't think I can't understand your Shanghai dialect!!"
A slender figure lazily sat up from the bed, revealing a stunningly beautiful and delicate face behind the mosquito net.
Chu Hongyu looked at her, resting her chin on her hand: "I'm speaking Mandarin. If you don't understand, that's fine."
She had already started speaking in a pidgin, neither Shanghainese nor Mandarin, just to accommodate them!
The petite girl outside came in with a banana, watching the two men stand at attention, seemingly ready to fight.
As she peeled the skin, she raised an eyebrow: "Why are you two, one from the south and one from the north, starting this love-hate relationship again!"
"Shut up, you little Guangdong girl, go eat your monkey banana!!" The two of them rolled their eyes at her.
I don't know what kind of neologism this guy from Guangdong and Guangxi is using—"love-hate relationship" is a load of rubbish!
Ning Yuan smiled, her big eyes crinkling, and took a bite: "Alright, you two sisters, continue!"
Room 314 on the third floor is a six-person room, but currently only four people are living there.
One was a straightforward and outspoken girl from Beijing, and the other was a delicate and typical Shanghai beauty; both were a year older than her.
Add her to the list of girls from Guangdong and Guangxi, and another girl from Lingnan province who reportedly delayed her reporting due to illness.
The four future super-first-tier cities—Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen—are temporarily grouped together!
Even though she came from a small town, she had to shamelessly represent Guangzhou and Shenzhen!
The girl from Beijing and the beauty from Shanghai started disliking each other from the day they enrolled in school, fighting over the best bed by the window.
In addition, Beijing girls look down on Shanghai beauties for their affected and pretentious manner of speaking.
The Shanghai girl looked down on the Beijing girl, saying she was rough, fierce, and not like a woman, and even came to criticize her.
The two were arguing fiercely, but... they were more like a pair of bickering lovers.
Just like now...
“You’ll look much more normal wearing this long dress to the show. Don’t embarrass our Economics Class One.” Chu Hongyu casually tossed one of her dresses onto Yan Yangyang’s forehead.
She always speaks softly, and her Mandarin has a gentle, Wu dialect accent.
Ning Yuan thought to herself, "Tsk tsk, that tone...emmmm, it sounds kind of nice even when he's cursing."
If you were to argue with someone from another province, wouldn't you lose all your fighting spirit?!
Unlike those from Guangdong and Guangxi, who wear flip-flops, hands on hips, legs spread wide, toothpick in mouth, chin up, exuding an imposing aura—
"Damn it... you bastard, go to hell!"
That was truly the overwhelming aura of a gangster!
Only the tough girls and tough guys from Northeast China, with their "What are you looking at? What's it to you?!" attitude, are willing to challenge us to a fight!
Ning Yuan threw away the banana peel, her thoughts wandering aimlessly.
Yan Yangyang is handsome and dashing, with a pair of long legs.
The knee-length skirts that were given out in class turned into bow-tied overalls when she wore them, making her look like a mentally challenged person who had stolen a child's clothes.
She irritably ripped off the cherry-red pleated suspenders that Chu Hongyu had tossed onto her forehead, compared herself to the mirror, and found that she looked much better.
Yan Yangyang snorted: "How much is the dress? I'm not taking it for free. I have money and receipts!"
Although the girls are required to wear red dresses in the performance, it doesn't say they can only wear the ones issued by their class!
Chu Hongyu raised her hand to tie up her long hair, and also snorted—
"Do I look like I'm short of money? You think you can just wear my skirt and run away? The show's over, you'll have to wash it and return it to me!"
Ning Yuan exclaimed enviously, "Oh my!"
Both of them are people who are not short of money or tickets. They come from well-off families and are loved by their parents.
Yan Yangyang was forced to accept this favor, and grumbled angrily as she put on her skirt—
"Our counselor must be out of their mind! The National Day performance they asked us to prepare was 'Let Us Row Our Boats,' a song we've sung since elementary school, from our time in the countryside to university. It's unbelievable!"
The classic song "Let Us Row Our Boats" is very beautiful, but...
This is an interlude from an early children's film called "The Flowers of the Motherland"!
Therefore, both the girls and boys in the Economics Class 1 had to dress up as 'lively and cute', and the girls were given knee-length skirts.
These freshmen, the youngest being 17 and the oldest 25, are actually wearing red scarves and pretending to be children?
No, that's playing the fool!
Ning Yuan, her big eyes crinkling, changed into the red overalls with a bow tie that the school had given her: "Let's row our boats... A cool breeze is blowing in our faces, isn't that a lovely sound?"
These classic songs have been sung for decades and are actually quite good!
Chu Hongyu also picked up her knee-length suspender dress and changed, softly humming, "It's good enough that the counselor didn't make us sing the movie theme song 'Our Motherland is a Garden' and twirl around while holding up our skirts."
The three of them imagined a group of adults wearing pinafore dresses, lifting their skirts, swaying their heads, and spinning around in a lively and adorable manner, singing in unison—
"Hahaha, hahaha, everyone's face is beaming with smiles, big sister, come quick, little brother, don't hide... hahaha, hahaha..."
They were immediately jolted, their faces turning green.
This is so stupid that they can even swear!
The girls from the next dorm walked past the door, peeked out and greeted Ning Yuan: "Ning Yuan, have you changed into your dresses yet? We have rehearsal later. I heard that after the National Day performance tonight, we'll have to suspend classes and do military training for a month!"
Ning Yuan was the most popular among the three dormitories in Class 1 of the Economics Department.
Her eyes lit up when she heard that: "Military training is finally here?!"
She thought that university students didn't have to do military training these days!
Chu Hongyu tucked a red hair clip into her hair and glanced at Ning Yuan: "Ningning, what are you planning to sell during military training this time?"
She had never seen a young girl so engrossed in setting up a street stall.
On the second day after the new students arrived, she somehow managed to get a lot of quilts and bedding to sell under the new students' dormitory.
She initially thought that since everyone carries their own bedding to school these days, no one would buy her stuff, but it turned out to sell quite well.
There are always people who don't want their old bedding or haven't had time to buy it!
A few days later, Ning Yuan started selling stationery and even sanitary napkins in the dormitory again.
She was even caught by the security department once, but a retired professor bailed her out.
Not only was she released, but as long as she didn't sneak into the boys' dormitory, the dormitory manager and the security department turned a blind eye to her becoming a street vendor.
Chu Hongyu thought, "Oh my, this girl from Guangdong and Guangxi has quite a background."
Ning Yuan grinned, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Chu Hongyu's glittering acrylic hair clip: "I'll see through you but not say anything. Sister Hongyu, where did you buy your hair clip? New World Department Store?"
Chu Hongyu is one year older than Ning Yuan. She used to work at a bank before resigning to go to university.
She and Yan Yangyang, her arch-rival, both liked to force Ning Yuan to call them "sister."
Who can blame her? This girl has such a delicate face and isn't very tall, but her voice is so sweet when she calls me "sister."
Chu Hongyu casually took it off and tucked it into Ning Yuan's hair: "This is export goods. You can't get these without connections."
Ning Yuan turned her round face, looked in the mirror, and smiled: "So pretty!"
I wish we could copy it.
Unfortunately, there are very few factories in Guangdong Province now, and they lack the technology. Factories in Shanghai have the technology, but they won't sell the products domestically.
With foreign exchange reserves tight, good products have to be exported to earn foreign exchange.
Chu Hongyu glanced at Ning Yuan, then suddenly reached out and took off her long braid from the back of her head, tied it into a half-up princess hairstyle, and then forcibly put some lipstick on her little mouth.
She smiled with satisfaction: "Look, how stylish you are! When you have time, you should let your hair down more often, like a foreign doll!"
Ning Yuan looked at herself in the mirror—
Her long, wavy, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, half-tied up; she had big eyes, a small mouth, and wore a little red dress with a bow on the straps—she really did look a bit like… what girls in her past life would call this kind of person…
Oh, Lolita style.
She felt very uncomfortable: "This is weird, I'll stick to braiding my hair!"
I'm mentally quite old, and I'm really not used to Chu Hongyu giving me this look!
"Don't tear it down! It's stylish and looks great. We're all more open now, and this kind of decoration isn't excessive at all. It looks beautiful!"
Yan Yangyang, unusually, agreed with Chu Hongyu once again, and casually put his arm around Ning Yuan's shoulder.
She liked Ning Yuan's vibrant, frank, and money-loving personality, which suited the tastes of a Beijing girl!
"Let's go, gather together! It's time for rehearsal. Tonight we'll be singing nursery rhymes on stage!"
Yan Yangyang and Chu Hongyu half-carried and half-dragged Ning Yuan to the auditorium.
They arrived late, and as soon as they entered the auditorium, they saw that all the freshmen had gathered there.
In the first row of the auditorium, there were several familiar department leaders, teachers, and counselors, and... a whole row of military green.
"I heard they're our instructors tomorrow, so we'll put on a show for them tonight." As the group sat down, Yan Yangyang looked eagerly at the row of military green uniforms.
She also came from a military compound and really wanted to go to military school.
She's the only girl in her generation, so of course they wouldn't agree unless she went to the performing arts troupe.
Yan Yangyang resolutely refused to join the performing arts troupe, which was full of pampered young ladies, but in the end she also came to Fudan University.
Ning Yuan didn't pay any attention. She took out her notebook and counted the money she had earned since the start of the semester, then nodded and said, "Oh."
until……
"Before the rehearsal begins, let's welcome the head instructor to the stage to speak and showcase their skills. Students, please give them a round of applause!"
The department head, wearing black-rimmed glasses, spoke passionately.
"Hello, students." After the applause, a clear and cool voice rang out.
Ning Yuan subconsciously looked up sharply and saw a familiar, tall, and aloof figure standing on the podium.
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