Chapter 214 Dormitory, Roommate
Jiang He just felt that he was really innocent and might be used as a punching bag for no reason.
Jiang Jianguo saw that the time was almost up and knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he got on the ox cart and said, "Okay, have a safe trip, Lao Er, we're going home."
Shi Luo looked at Jiang Hao who was laughing happily beside him and slapped him on the back, "Be more restrained, if you don't know, you might think you just married a new wife."
Jiang Hao rubbed the place where he was hit and said aggrievedly: "I'm just happy. With mom helping us take care of the child, we don't have to worry about Huhu anymore."
Shi Luo rolled his eyes at him, but couldn't help but smile, "I guess godfather will retire soon, and then he will definitely come and live with us."
Jiang Hao became even happier when he thought of this possibility. "Hehe, that would be great."
The three people walked into the station with their child. Huhu pulled Liu Cuihua to look around curiously, asking questions from time to time. Liu Cuihua patiently answered the child.
I got on the train and arrived in Beijing smoothly.
When Shi Luo and his three companions returned home, put down their luggage, and lit the stove, the first thing they did was to find their toiletries and a change of clothes and go to the bathhouse to take a bath.
After taking a shower, Shi Luo Jianghao and Huhu waited in the lobby for another half an hour before Liu Cuihua came out.
Jiang Hao looked at Liu Cuihua, who had a dry towel wrapped around her head. "Mom, your hair is still wet. How about I go to the state-owned restaurant and pack up the food so we can go home and eat."
Liu Cuihua put on the hat in her hand and said, "No, let's go to the state-owned restaurant to eat. If the food is cold, we have to heat it up again. It's not enough trouble.
Don't worry, I won't get cold. I've dried my hair and I'm wearing a towel and a hat, so nothing can happen."
Jiang Hao smiled helplessly, "Okay, I'll listen to you." Then the few of them walked towards the state-owned restaurant.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Jiang Hao found an empty seat and sat down. He took the money and ordered food at the window.
After waiting for fifteen minutes, the dishes we just ordered were finally ready. Jiang Hao brought the dishes to the table and said, "Eat first. If it's not enough, I'll add more later."
Liu Cuihua looked at the five dishes and one soup on the table and said nothing about the extravagance. She was the first to pick up a piece of braised pork for Huhu with her chopsticks and said, "Hurry up and eat. Go home and rest early today, and rest up tomorrow. You have to report the day after tomorrow."
On the day of registration, Jiang Hao and Shi Luo arrived at Peking University early.
Shi Luo blinked at the words "Peking University" on the door plaque and said, "Go in."
Jiang Hao carried his luggage and looked at the students around him who were also carrying large and small bags and had happy faces. "Let's go."
When they arrived at the registration office, Jiang Hao and Shi Luo went to the registration offices of their respective departments to register.
Those who were in charge of registration were all workers, peasants and soldiers who had been recommended to go to college before, and they were also Shi Luo and his seniors.
The senior brother who led Shi Luo sent Shi Luo to the dormitory, said what he needed to say, and then hurried back to the registration office.
Shi Luo looked at the eight-person dormitory and couldn't help but pause. Really, he had never lived in the same room with so many people in his entire life.
Looking at the iron bunk beds, the very old tables and chairs, and the mottled walls, Shi Luo felt a sense of history coming upon him.
If the school did not allow day students to attend without special reasons, Shi Luo would never choose to live in the school.
Shi Luo was the first student to move into this dormitory. Perhaps it was fate, but Jiang Hao pushed the door open and walked in just as Shi Luo had made his bedding.
Shi Luo looked at Jiang Hao standing at the door and raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you from the history department? Why are you living here?"
Before Jiang Hao could say anything, the senior brother who was leading him spoke first, "You two know each other, that's great. This is an eight-person dormitory, so six people should be staying here. The remaining two beds are for your luggage. Oh, and don't forget to go to the cafeteria to handle the formalities. I'll be leaving first."
Jiang Hao thanked them and waited until they left before returning to Shi Luo's question. "The number of students admitted to each major isn't based on dormitories. It's impossible for every dormitory to be assigned to the same major. There are always some dormitories with students assigned to a variety of majors. I guess our dormitory is one of the lucky ones."
Jiang Hao climbed to Shi Luo's upper bunk, and just as he was about to speak, four more people came into the dormitory.
"Oh, everyone's here! You're here really early! My name is Yu Hua, I'm from the History Department, and I'm 23 years old."
Yu Hua spoke with a Tianjin accent, was estimated to be about 1.75 meters tall, had an above-average appearance, and dressed neatly, giving people the impression of having an greasy and powdered face.
Jiang Hao jumped down from the upper bunk. "My name is Jiang Hao. I'm in the same department as you. I'm 25 this year."
Shi Luo also introduced himself with a smile, "My name is Shi Luo, I'm 23 years old, and I'm studying literature."
"My name is Lin Man, I'm seventeen, and I'm also in the Department of Literature."
Lin Man has a baby face, giving people the impression that he was raised in a pampered family, with a face full of clear stupidity.
"My name is Wang Yao. I'm thirty years old. I used to be in the military. I'm in the history department. I guess I'm the oldest in our dormitory."
Wang Yao speaks with a Northeastern accent and looks like a tough guy.
"My name is Zhang Lun, I'm 24 years old, and I'm studying philosophy."
Yu Hua asked as he packed his luggage, "Judging from your accent, you're not from the north, are you?"
Zhang Lun: "Hey, I do have a strong accent. I'm from Guangdong. I went to the countryside in Hebei before. I don't think I have an accent when I speak."
"It's not that bad. You can tell at the first listen that he's from Guangdong and Guangxi." Shi Luo said in a cheerful tone.
There's always something strange about the way men get along with each other. Maybe they're all naturally outgoing, and in a short while they become like brothers who have known each other for years.
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