During the holiday, everyone in the dormitory went home, except for Zhao Xiaoyan and Zhou Wen who stayed at school. Zhao Xiaoyan was going to work part-time at a tutoring center. Later, because the distance from school to the tutoring center was quite far, Mu Min specially found a place for her at the tutoring center and arranged a bed for her. After that, she never went back to school. She didn't know how Zhou Wen spent her holiday.
Seeing Zhou Wen's hesitant manner, everyone sensed that she might be hiding something, and they all fell silent, saying nothing more. Later, Wen Ruan, seeing that it was almost time, hurriedly told everyone to pack their things so they could go to the classroom for a class meeting.
The group consisted of students from two different majors, belonging to different departments and teaching buildings. After leaving the dormitory building, they greeted each other and parted ways. Wen Ruan, Zhao Xiaoyan, and Dong Ya walked together.
The three of them walked together to the third floor of the International Relations Building, and then parted ways.
Wen Ruan is going to her new class, to be a sophomore, to meet her new classmates, while the two of them are going to their freshman class.
Stepping into the classroom where the sophomore class meeting was being held, Wen Ruan could clearly feel the difference between the sophomore and freshman years.
Putting aside everything else, the age range of the students in the class alone is enormous.
Unlike Wen Ruan's group, they were among the last batch of college students recommended by workers, peasants, and soldiers.
Wen Ruan had previously learned about this history, including from her frequent visits to the offices of teachers and professors, where she often overheard their discussions about the worker-peasant-soldier students.
This is also related to historical reasons. When they went to school, the "approval of the leaders" played a decisive role in the recommendation and admission of worker-peasant-soldier students, opening the door to "backdoor" admission.
Another point is that their task is to go to university and manage the university. The students have different educational backgrounds and ages. Some students can't even recognize all the Chinese characters. Many of them only start learning when they go to university, but the teachers don't dare to interfere too much.
But things are completely different now. Everything has changed. Before the college entrance examination was reinstated, things were fine, but now that two batches of freshmen have enrolled, their status is somewhat awkward.
They too had to start going into the classroom, settling into the classroom, and focusing on learning and exams, just like the new students, instead of wandering the streets and alleys criticizing and persecuting people as before.
However, due to the poor foundation and limited learning ability of some individuals, coupled with various pressures, many people dropped out of school one after another. Wen Ruan's current class only has about twenty students.
Wen Ruan arrived relatively late. When she entered the classroom, she saw that the back rows were full, so she had no choice but to walk to the front row alone.
However, since all the seats along the aisle were occupied, and she didn't want to bother others to let her pass, Wen Ruan simply sat down in the first row.
The people in the classroom were curious when they saw a girl with a good image and temperament suddenly walk in, and they all stared at Wen Ruan.
Several people recognized him as Wen Ruan, a prominent figure in their country's relations and a student who had just skipped a grade.
Coincidentally, Wen Ruan recognized several of the senior students in her class; they were the same people who had previously gone to see her and questioned her eligibility to participate in the exchange meeting.
After Wen Ruan sat down, she could clearly feel all eyes on her. She looked down at her watch and saw that it was still five minutes until nine o'clock, and the teacher had not yet arrived.
Wen Ruan didn't mind and took out the book that Wang Qing had recommended she read from her bag. It was a French original book.
I had just turned two pages when I heard hurried footsteps beside me: "Excuse me, classmate, let me in for a second." A young woman, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with braided pigtails, carrying a schoolbag, her clothes slightly disheveled from running, said breathlessly.
Wen Ruan stood up upon hearing this and let her sit down.
After the girl sat down and took a few deep breaths, watching Wen Ruan continue to take out a book and read, she suddenly froze.
Then he quickly looked around and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he gently nudged Wen Ruan and whispered, "Excuse me, did you come to the wrong classroom? This is Class 2 of the 1976 cohort, International Relations Department. The Foreign Languages ​​Department is in the south..."
Before Wen Ruan could reply, she saw that the other girl was very lively and started winking at Wen Ruan, saying, "Hurry up and run, time is tight, you'll probably be late, but the teachers are all very nice and shouldn't blame you. Just go quietly, and no one will know you went to the wrong classroom. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you."
Wen Ruan was both amused and exasperated, finding her rather endearing: "Yes, I know it's Class 2, International Relations, Class of '76. I didn't go to the wrong place..."
"Huh?" The girl looked at Wen Ruan with great shock.
"You transferred here? Is that even possible?" Wen Ruan was both amused and exasperated by her thought process, finding her rather adorable. She wanted to explain, but before she could speak, the new class's counselor had already entered the room.
The new class's counselor is named Li Jin, whom Wen Ruan happens to know. She was a frequent visitor to the counselor's office as the class's academic representative, and she knows all the teachers in the office.
As soon as Li Jin entered, he saw Wen Ruan sitting in the first row. He smiled and nodded slightly as a greeting.
Wen Ruan smiled in response. The girl next to her looked at her with suspicion, wondering who Wen Ruan was, and not seeming to have wandered into the wrong place.
I wanted to ask, but the counselor had already arrived and announced that the new semester's class meeting was about to begin, so I had to suppress my curiosity.
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