The person who greeted her was Jiang Yun’s new class teacher, Shi Guangrong.
The college leaders had specifically explained that Jiang Yun's background was not ordinary and needed to be kept highly confidential. He must be treated differently from other students.
Shi Guangrong stayed at the school to teach. He served as a freshman counselor for a year and just became the head teacher of a freshman class this semester.
Jiang Jun saluted politely. "Hello, Teacher Shi! I was looking up information in the library with Captain Chen from the Combat Science class, so we ended up in the cafeteria."
Shi Guangrong is very enthusiastic and cares about his comrades and students. This is what he should do as a teacher: "You haven't eaten yet, I'll go get you some food."
Jiang Jun was flattered. How could a teacher be asked to serve lunch to students? "Monitor Chen will bring it to me. You're welcome, Teacher Shi."
Shi Guangrong smiled: "Then sit down and eat together. I just brought it over and sat down, and I haven't eaten yet. Why don't you eat first and I'll go get another one."
The lunch box contains golden cornmeal porridge, and the lid is covered with scallion pancakes and pickles. Although simple, it is particularly appetizing.
Jiang Yun's appetite was aroused again. She turned around to look at Chen Yuanwu, who was talking respectfully to a military officer in his fifties.
Shi Guangrong knew who it was. He was a famously chatty professor in the academy. When it came to discussing academic matters, he would talk regardless of time or place, and would not stop until he had a good time.
"That's Mr. Mei, who teaches Marxist philosophy. He's going to talk for a while, and the window should be closed. You sit here. You didn't bring your lunch box, right? I can borrow a bowl for you from the cafeteria."
Jiang Jun no longer refused and even made a request: "Teacher Shi, why don't you just make two copies for me?"
Shi Guangrong was very happy: "Okay, right away!"
After a while, two hands came over with three bowls: "There is porridge, steamed buns and noodles with gravy. It should be enough for the two of you."
Jiang Jun smelled the aroma of chopped green onions and said, "Teacher Shi, I'll trade your steamed bun for a flatbread."
Shi Guangrong was stunned for a moment. He was no different from the male soldiers, and he felt a little uncomfortable with the female soldiers, who were students. He simply pushed the lunch box lids over and said, "Take whatever you like!"
Jiang Jun had originally thought so, and immediately smiled and handed the bowl of steamed buns to Shi Guangrong: "Thank you, Teacher Shi!"
Such an enthusiastic teacher is like a living Lei Feng!
She hadn't eaten scallion pancakes for several months. Jiang Yonghua's scallion pancakes were a specialty, and paired with sweet cornmeal porridge, she never got tired of eating them.
Shi Guangrong was busy guiding the new students at the beginning of the semester. Before he had time to talk to Jiang Yun, he took the opportunity to ask, "Hong Jiangyun, is the information search going well? If you have any questions, please tell me. I have your notes from last semester."
Jiang Jun nodded: "It's okay, there are no problems at the moment."
Shi Guangrong knew Jiang Yun's heavy workload and said with concern, "Pay attention to the balance between work and rest, and don't overwork yourself."
There are many civilian teachers in the college who are well educated and knowledgeable, but they are weak and fragile.
Jiang Jun was afraid that the food would get cold, so he ate slowly while carefully answering Shi Guangrong's questions and glancing at Chen Yuanwu from time to time.
Shi Guangrong couldn't help but ask, "What information are you looking for?"
Jiang Yun turned around and said, "West Point Military Academy textbooks."
Shi Guangrong was puzzled: "That has nothing to do with our correspondence, right?"
The power of American imperialism lies in its new weapons such as airplanes and cannons. But when it comes to tactics, the great men are still the most powerful!
Jiang Jun answered seriously, "They have a lot of science and engineering textbooks, and they are at the forefront of their research."
West Point Military Academy emphasizes elite teaching, and the Patriot League is famous and invincible!
Shi Guangrong sternly corrected him: "Without correct thinking, no matter how advanced the weapons are, victory is impossible."
Jiang Jun was helpless. Her lovely homeroom teacher had suddenly become a theoretical manipulator. She had no choice but to use the principal as a shield: "Yes, I know. The principal said that we should view the US military theory from the perspective of the theory of protracted war."
Shi Guangrong was relieved: "Okay, never forget this blood feud."
Jiang Jun had lost his appetite. Everything he said and did was exaggerated. He didn't want to let people eat properly. "Yes, please rest assured, Mr. Shi."
Shi Guangrong finished eating and saw Jiang Yun had just eaten a piece of cake. He became enthusiastic again: "The food is cold. Look at Teacher Mei. She just started talking."
Jiang Jun looked at the empty cafeteria hall, all the windows closed. "What should we do? Teacher Mei doesn't need to eat?"
Shi Guangrong shook his head: "He's always like this. It just so happens that he doesn't have classes these past two months, it's all freshman military training, so the worst that can happen is he can just go home and do something."
Classes often don't end after lunch, which delays students' meals and makes people afraid of his classes. As soon as they see that Mr. Mei is teaching Marxism-Leninism, students will try every means to hide some breakfast, such as steamed buns, flower rolls, fried dough sticks, etc., to prevent themselves from going hungry after lunch.
Jiang Jun was stunned. "What about other teachers? Are they like this too?"
Shi Guangrong smiled: "He's the only one."
Jiang Jun picked up the bowl and said, "Teacher Shi, I'm leaving now. I'll take the leftovers back to the dormitory. You can go and rest first."
Just waiting like this is not a solution.
As Shi Guangrong stared in astonishment, Jiang Jun walked over to Chen Yuanwu and stopped two steps away. "Teacher Mei, Squad Leader Chen, the cafeteria window is closed. Do you still need my help getting food?"
Teacher Mei was surprised: "Xiao Chen, are you here to eat? Not to ask me questions? Oh, go ahead, hurry up and eat. People are like iron and food is like steel. You will be hungry if you are late."
Chen Yuanwu gave an awkward yet polite smile and saluted: "Teacher Mei, I'm leaving now."
Teacher Mei nodded and smiled at Jiang Yun, then walked away with her hands behind her back.
Jiang Jun asked, "How about you come to my dorm to eat? I can heat up some water for you?"
Chen Yuanwu shook his head: "Just stay here, I'll make do."
In the military academy, there are designated places for eating, and few people bring food back to the dormitory, let alone going to the dormitory of the opposite sex.
Besides, it’s past mealtime, and it doesn’t look good to walk on the street with a bowl of rice in your hand.
The cafeteria was deserted, so he could quickly tell her the important things. Chen Yuanwu squatted on the side of the road: "A few days ago, before I came to school from home, my dad told me that Uncle Jiang was back."
Jiang Jun was delighted and squatted down next to him. "Really? Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Chen Yuanwu glanced at Jiang Yun and said, "I see you're talking happily and eating happily."
Jiang Yun was amused, yet also jealous: "Who told you not to refuse a teacher? You keep talking endlessly. If I hadn't come over, Teacher Shi would have said that Teacher Mei had just started, and you wouldn't have finished listening until the afternoon. Why haven't you learned to fight for your own interests?"
Chen Yuanwu looked at Jiang Jun's smiling face and sighed secretly. He wondered how long such an innocent and beautiful smile could last. It made him sad just thinking about it.
He glanced around and said softly, "There was a problem with the mission. I'm writing a self-criticism."
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