Extra 3 (1)
Li Yang is no longer in charge of the front-line school bus driver work, but is working in the Religious Affairs Bureau to train talents for kindergartens for foreign children across the country.
The constant stream of training weighed on him.
However, the leaders of 779 and the Religious Affairs Bureau threw another straw into his overwhelmed time.
"Summer vacation is almost over. We will enroll you in the Folklore Department of Nanjing University as a special talent. Please pack up and report to Nanjing University at the end of the month."
Li Yang:?
"I'm not going."
Fat Director Wang's face darkened, "You must go."
Li Yang looked stubborn.
Granny Ma noticed that the atmosphere was not right and came out to persuade them: "Yangyang, reading is a good thing."
No matter how many lives Li Yang lived through, he hated studying the most.
Molan Ke at the side suddenly said: "Then the graduation banquet for you has been cancelled? It's a pity that the 81 tables of Australian lobsters and Arctic snow crabs..."
“How many tables?”
Molanke smiled slightly: "779 and the Religious Affairs Bureau, as well as all the teachers and students of the Yangjian Zhengdao Little Tree Kindergarten, and the parents of the children, there are quite a lot, 9981 tables."
"I'll go."
It’s just a study, just go to school.
On August 30, Li Yang went to Nanjing University to register, crossed out accommodation, and under the guidance of senior students, he went straight to the hotel where the graduation banquet was held with his books.
Zhou Du was sitting at the long table covered with red cloth. He glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to write down the names of the guests.
Li Yang put down the book and sat next to him.
Zhou Du pushed a red box over and said, "The red envelope is here, it hasn't been touched at all."
Li Yang smiled, pushed the box to Granny Ma beside him, leaned on Zhou Du's shoulder, and asked, "How many people haven't arrived yet? When will the banquet start?"
"There are still three children who haven't arrived yet. It will officially start at 12 o'clock."
Li Yang was already hungry.
Xiao Zhixuan led his master into the hotel and handed the red envelope to Li Yang, "Driver brother, my master and I are here."
Master, Taoist Sanyang also gave me a set of writing brushes and ink.
Li Yang accepted it and thanked him.
11:58, all guests were seated.
When the meal was almost over, Li Yang was picked up by Molanke and went to each table with Zhou Du to toast.
When the toast came to the teacher's table, Lu Xiaoguo, who had been drunk for a long time, suddenly stood up, holding the wine glass with a kind face, and muttered nonsense: "I finally got to drink the wedding wine from heaven on earth. I wish you all the best, and may you sing along with the music, intertwined branches, and be of one mind and one heart, just like playing the zither and the harp."
Everyone: "? Are you drunk?"
Only Li Yang and Zhou Du understood and raised their glasses to toast back.
Lu Xiaoguo finished drinking with his head tilted back, then instantly lay back on the table.
Wu Qian was shaking her: "What were you just saying?" She didn't get a response, so she could only complain: "Oh my god, how can someone get drunk in the middle of the day?"
No one could guess which god in heaven would descend and possess a human body in the middle of the day, and that was a Buddhist human body at that.
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After the graduation banquet was over, everyone moved to Li Yang’s home.
Except for the Religious Affairs Bureau, who wanted to avoid adding more trouble to Li Yang's family, all 779 people and Zaizai's parents came.
In an instant, it was even more lively than the housewarming party half a year ago.
Li Yang was already relieved about Lingfeng God, so he took it off and gave it to... oh no, to play with, to the child.
A piece of gold inlaid with jade, deliberately grown with cat-like fur, was stroked by the cubs one by one, and lost itself in the cries of "good boy".
The parents talked a lot to Li Yang.
Li Yang was very interested.
After all, the Taoist priests say: "If you encounter any problems in school, just ask in the group!"
The great monks said, "If you need props or anything, borrow them from Chengyun Mountain."
Can I ask these seniors to help me write my thesis?
Li Yang suddenly felt that, maybe, it seemed, going to school was not that difficult.
*
After seeing off the parents of the kids and the students from Class 779 in the afternoon, the teachers had already gone to their respective rooms to sleep.
Li Yang was drunk. The alcohol had been keeping him going in entertaining everyone. Now that it was quiet, he went into the room, got into bed and went to sleep.
In the dream, in his previous life, he was dressed as an actor in the Republic of China and was invited to a train full of high-ranking officers of the empire heading to Nanjiang, to sing for the officers to entertain them.
No one would have thought that the precious lineage of a famous actress who had been pro-Japanese and even had a Japanese background for several years would be full of explosives.
On the high bridge, the song "Su Wu Shepherding Sheep" was sung to the end. The erhu was played high and almost sadly, and the delicate and gentle opera voice sang firmly, "... finally making the Huns frightened and subdued, and submitting to the might of Han." At this time, the entire carriage was engulfed in flames with a loud explosion.
The bridge was blown apart and the train broke into two and fell off a high cliff.
In the dream, it was almost a slow motion shot. Li Yang slowly turned his head and looked at the erhu player wearing the prince's mirror in the sea of fire.
The latter smiled at him.
Li Yang also laughed.
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When he woke up, Li Yang was tightly held in his arms.
The man rubbed his chin affectionately against the soft hair on top of his head.
Li Yang laughed softly, the sound echoing in the man's chest: "Military Advisor Shi, you are really persistent."
"Um."
*
Li Yang feels that university life is quite fun.
Especially in the freshman year, there are many opportunities to visit temples and folk culture in various places.
Sometimes we even have to go to other provinces and cities.
However, in my sophomore year, I spent more than half of my time in class.
I study and research the teacher's PPT all day long.
Sometimes, the professor would sigh: "It's a pity that this magic weapon is secretly collected by Chengyun Mountain/Hucheng Peak and is not on display..."
After reading it for a long time, a classmate of Li Yang asked, "Aren't you very familiar with the abbot/Taoist priest XX? Why don't you give him a call and ask him?"
"Do you think I didn't? I asked fifteen years ago, nine years ago, five years ago, and three years ago..."
Student: “It’s time to refresh the time.”
The professor thought it made sense, so he went out and made a phone call, tactfully making this request, which he wasn't sure whether he should say or not.
I was prepared to be rejected again, but the abbot/Taoist priest asked me, "For which level of students?"
The professor was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Level 2X..."
Folklore has always been an unpopular major, and it is already a lot to be able to gather about ten students to open a class at the beginning of each school year.
Yes. It's Xiao Li's level.
"Well, I'll send my disciples to take him to Nanda."
Then, those props, ritual implements, ancient scriptures and other precious cultural relics that could not be shown to outsiders were delivered to the classroom of the Folklore Department of Nanjing University by a senior disciple within two hours.
The eldest disciple would usually supervise nearby, after all, it is a cultural relic.
After a few times, the eldest disciple acted as a teaching assistant and told students the history of cultural relics.
This was more than what the professor said and was much more exciting. The students were fascinated by it.
However, when the professor wanted to keep the senior disciple and the cultural relics until the afternoon to provide supplementary training to the senior and junior brothers and sisters or to give them special lessons in advance, the senior disciple would refuse, and then leave without saying a word, holding the cultural relics.
Why only the 2X-level students were able to broaden their horizons? This is an unsolved mystery for all the teachers and students of the Folklore Department of Nanyang University.
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Before the start of his junior year, Li Yang knew as soon as he looked at the courses that it would be the thesis year.
But it's not all in the dark.
After all, there are two big teams behind him, and each person giving him some fragments of knowledge is enough for him to write a few articles.
After returning the bike by scanning the QR code, he saw the message from Yu Shuang and reminded him in a humble and pleading way: [How come school is starting so soon... [Little brother's lips tremble.gif] But I hope you remember that whether our group can bring honor to the family in the second half of the year depends entirely on you. ]
Li Yang replied with a "hmm", put away his phone, walked into the campus with a cross-body sports bag, and blended into the crowd.
Arriving at the lecture hall, Li Yang sat down in the third row. As soon as he took out his tablet, two students in the front row turned around and approached him and said, "Have you heard? A teacher came here today in a Lamborghini."
Li Yang didn't notice it. He shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."
Among his classmates, Li Yang has always been somewhere between ordinary and mysterious.
The reason why he is ordinary is that he has never had a bad relationship with anyone and can talk to everyone.
Although his aura could not be described as perverse in the early days of everyone's freshman year, his face was still a bit stinky when he had no expression, and he was good-looking.
Everyone assumed that handsome guys were hard to talk to, but a week later, when they tried to talk to him for a few sentences, he would smile slightly, which made people feel comfortable as if basking in the spring breeze. So everyone liked to talk to him when they had free time during breaks.
He is not arrogant and is very approachable.
He is mysterious. Probably because everyone knows his name, Li Yang, male, and age, 21. Except for the professor, who may know a little more, such as birthday, home address, and emergency contact information, no one else knows anything about him.
His social circle is limited to school classes.
But no one was so tactless as to ask questions, and by now, everyone has gotten used to it.
These two classmates are a boy and a girl. Although they are of opposite sexes, they have a very close relationship.
They no longer looked at Li Yang, but still faced Li Yang, but they were already looking at each other and talking about this matter: "Which teacher made a fortune during the summer vacation?"
"I heard it's a new teacher."
"Eh~~" he said with disdain, "What a melon, but fortunately, it can't be from our department."
As we all know, the major of folklore is a major about pandas, no, about finless porpoises. Not only students are scarce, but also teachers.
According to my seniors, there haven’t been any new teachers in their department for four years.
"Luckily, this conspicuous bag..."
They started to complain, but Li Yang didn't listen seriously.
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The class begins.
Li Yang lowered his head and heard the noisy classmates around him suddenly become quiet, and he knew that the teacher had arrived.
When he raised his head, his classmates' gasps matched Li Yang's stiff expression.
The man who had sent him out this morning in a bathrobe and reluctantly stroked his cheek with his newly grown stubble, is now wearing a thin dark blue windbreaker, a black turtleneck, and black trousers, which are thin and tall, and look slender and upright.
As he walked towards the podium with his long legs, the belt of his windbreaker, which was casually hung with two buckles, inexplicably had a bewitching curve.
"It seems... it's that conspicuous bag..."
Oh my god, no one told them that this eye-catching bag is so cool!!!
The students opened their mouths and said, "Is that called a bag? That's called a treasure."
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