"Political Commissar Yu." Shen Zhihuan raised his eyebrows and looked at Yu Jingyan outside the door, "Captain Su is not at home, and I have already eaten dinner."

The meaning is obvious, I want to eat...

Too late!

Yu Jingyan was depressed.

Can't he do anything else besides eating for free?

"I know Su Ziyu is not here. I just wanted to ask when you will report. I will take you there."

A trace of discomfort flashed across Yu Jingyan's face.

"I know the location of Peking University, so I won't trouble you." Shen Zhihuan still had a smile on his face.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you move things?" Yu Jingyan smiled nonchalantly.

But Shen Zhihuan still noticed something strange in his eyes.

"Sure!" Shen Zhihuan nodded with a smile.

"Then you should rest early! If you need help, feel free to contact me."

"Okay!" Shen Zhihuan smiled.

Watching Yu Jingyan go upstairs and the moment he closed the door, the smile on Shen Zhihuan's lips slowly froze.

Being interrupted by this, Shen Zhihuan lost the mood to cook.

I picked some fruit and ate it, then jumped onto the bed.

That night, Shen Zhihuan suffered from insomnia, which was a rare occurrence.

The next morning, Shen Zhihuan threw all her belongings into the resort and left the family compound carrying a suitcase filled with air.

The 82nd Army and Kyoto University are both on the route of Bus No. 2, so there is no need to transfer.

Compared to the quiet first time I came, it is obviously much more lively now.

There are people everywhere on both sides of the road.

Some carry sacks, some carry backpacks, some carry canvas bags, some carry suitcases...

Shen Zhihuan, wearing a black down jacket, got off the bus and became the focus of everyone's attention.

Her palm-sized face is pink and tender, and her ear-length hair is tied into an exquisite little bun. She is so beautiful that she doesn't seem like an ordinary person in this world.

"Shh! Look!"

“So beautiful!”

"The eyebrows are like distant mountains, yet they are dark without any drawing; the lips are like sand, yet they are red without any daubing."

…

Some young people who are proud of their good looks have already begun to get restless.

Shen Zhihuan frowned and quickened his pace.

Although she was thick-skinned, she couldn't stand being stared at like a monkey.

Since he had been here once before, Shen Zhihuan arrived at the Foreign Languages ​​Department with ease.

"You are the female top scorer in the college entrance examination?!" The female teacher in charge of reception pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose and looked Shen Zhihuan up and down.

As soon as the teacher who went to Sichuan to deliver the admission letter came back, he shouted to the world that the top female student was a goddess with both talent and beauty. However, the teachers in the school didn't believe it.

The consensus was that they were exaggerating.

Unexpectedly...

There really are such stunning beauties in the world.

Her skin is whiter than snow, her eyes are like a pool of clear water, and when she looks around, she has an elegant and noble temperament, as if she is not tainted by the filth of the mundane world. She is as crystal clear as an elf running out from the fields and mountains.

pity……

"Yeah!" Shen Zhihuan pursed her lips and smiled.

She just wanted to do better in the exam so that she would be happy to be admitted to Nanjing University.

What a sin! What a sin! "Are you really married?" the female teacher asked with some reluctance.

"Yeah!" Shen Zhihuan tried hard to maintain the curve of his lips.

"Can I ask why you chose English as your major?" the female teacher asked curiously.

These days, most people choose mathematics, physics, medicine...

Few people would choose English.

"I heard that professors of English majors give less homework." Shen Zhihuan began to talk nonsense seriously.

She couldn't say that she chose to go to college just to stay away from the Shen family and start her new life openly, and she didn't want to learn anything at all.

The female teacher was startled.

Was this major chosen too perfunctorily? ! The female teacher still couldn't figure it out until Shen Zhihuan left the office with his suitcase.

Isn’t it said that genius is one percent talent and ninety-nine percent perspiration?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Why does she feel that this genius is...

Ninety-nine percent talent and one percent perspiration.

Shen Zhihuan had just left the Foreign Languages ​​Department when a young man in a short black down jacket strode up to her and offered to help her carry her suitcase. Shen Zhihuan quickly took a step back to avoid his hand.

"I don't mean any other thing. I just saw that you were alone and wanted to help you." The young man didn't expect Shen Zhihuan to avoid him, so he explained hurriedly.

"Thank you! There aren't many things in here, I can carry it." Shen Zhihuan curled his lips politely.

The people around were a little envious when they saw the young man talking to Shen Zhihuan.

"My name is Fu Wenli, and I'm from the Chinese department." The young man said with a red face.

As soon as Shen Zhihuan got off the bus, he saw her.

Thinking that she was also here to report, he followed her quietly all the way. When he saw Shen Zhihuan enter the Foreign Languages ​​Department's office, he waited outside.

"My name is Shen Zhihuan, from the Foreign Languages ​​Department. My wife is waiting for me at the school gate, so I'll leave first." Shen Zhihuan smiled and waved to Fu Wenli.

The smile on Fu Wenli's face froze.

spouse……

She has a lover?!

The people around were also a little discouraged when they heard this.

I finally saw a beautiful girl and got married.

After reporting to Peking University, Shen Zhihuan carried her suitcase and went to her courtyard.

Picking up the key that Old Man He threw inside the door, she casually bolted the door.

Seeing the yard covered in dust, Shen Zhihuan felt sick.

Yesterday I spent the whole afternoon cleaning up a small two-bedroom apartment, and today I cleaned up this courtyard...

"Eighteen hundred, are you kidding me? The courtyard house owned by Old Man He next door to my house is sold for three thousand five hundred, and you give me eighteen hundred. Are your brains filled with shit?" A sharp and thin voice rang out in the courtyard next door.

"Your brain is filled with shit. What kind of yard is other people's? What kind of yard is yours? How big is other people's yard? How big is yours? You have only a yard as big as your butt compared with other people's big courtyard houses. How dare you say that they sell it for 3,500 yuan?" A rough voice retorted.

"You are blind. There are ten rooms in Old Man He's yard, and there are only nine in my yard, which is just one less than his yard." The sharp and thin roar sounded again.

"I think you... should open your dog eyes and take a good look. Old Man He's yard has ten spacious rooms, but you only have nine rooms, including the kitchen. How dare you call your three-square-meter kitchen one?!"

"And the courtyard of Old Man He's house is at least three or four times the size of your small courtyard. How dare you say that your courtyard is as big as Old Man He's?"

"Get out! I won't sell it to you." The shrill and thin voice was obviously a little angry.

"Who wants you to sell it? Not to mention selling it, even if you give it to me, I don't want your little shabby yard." A rough voice sounded immediately.

"Get lost!"

"Even if you keep Grandpa here, Grandpa won't want to stay."

(End of this chapter)