University
On the last night of the National Day holiday, Zhao Jintang complained in the dormitory.
"Can Duoduo give National Day a big one?"
"I'm going crazy! How come the vacation is over in the blink of an eye?"
The consequence of playing too much was that on the morning of the first day of school, dormitory 302 was dead silent. Even after the alarm clock rang three times, some people were still sleeping soundly.
"What time is it..." Zhao Jintang weakly poked his disheveled hair out from behind the bed curtains.
Jiang Qinghe, who was on the lower bunk, was already sitting at his desk. His voice remained calm: "8:10. The first class starts at 8:30."
"What?!"
"Fuck!"
Xu Zhiyi and Song Xingyu on the upper bunk jumped up at the same time, and the dormitory was instantly in chaos.
After a chaotic wash-up, four girls rushed into the classroom as the bell rang and awkwardly occupied the corner of the last row.
"Oh my god, this is more exciting than the emergency assembly during military training..." Song Xingyu slumped in the chair, gasping for breath.
Xu Zhiyi touched his chest, nodded with lingering fear, and sent a message to Song Chengrui: "Almost late [crying]."
The other person quickly responded with a comforting emoticon of a head pat: "We just checked in, and the teacher looked at us like he wanted to kill us."
The atmosphere in a university classroom is very different from that in a high school classroom. The lecture hall is full of people, and the teacher speaks at a very fast pace at the podium.
Xu Zhiyi had to concentrate extremely hard before he could barely keep up with the train of thought.
During the break, the classmates around her were discussing the recruitment of new members for the club. The atmosphere of college life that came to her made her excited but also a little bit at a loss.
During lunch, she and Song Chengrui got together, and the topic naturally couldn't avoid these things.
"We don't have classes in the afternoon. I heard that the Hundred Regiments Campaign has begun. Why don't we go and take a look?" Song Chengrui suggested.
"Okay!" Xu Zhiyi responded immediately.
After dinner, the two of them strolled towards the central square where the club was recruiting new members.
From a long distance away, you can hear the deafening music and the noisy voices.
As soon as we arrived at the square, we saw it was packed with people. Colorful club flags and banners were fluttering in the wind, and the booths of each club were crowded with curious freshmen.
There were members of the National Studies Society dancing gracefully in Hanfu, a band singing and playing guitar, a chess club playing chess, and members of the Anime Club in cosplay costumes enthusiastically handing out flyers, it was a dazzling sight.
"Oh my God, this is so lively." Xu Zhiyi sighed, his eyes were not enough to see everything.
Song Chengrui was also shocked by the scene, then smiled and said, "Take your time to watch it, and learn more about what you like."
The two of them slowly moved forward with the crowd.
Xu Zhiyi stopped in front of a stall with many photographic works hanging on the wall.
The photos include the scenery of the campus in four seasons, as well as vivid snapshots of people, and the light and shadow composition are very exquisite.
"Classmate, are you interested in photography? Welcome to join our photography club!" A senior wearing black-framed glasses greeted enthusiastically.
Xu Zhiyi was a little moved. She picked up a registration form and turned to ask Song Chengrui: "What do you think of this?"
Song Chengrui came over to look at the photo and nodded: "It's pretty good. You can try it if you like."
He himself was more interested in the science and technology society next to it, which had a row of drone and robot models on display.
Just as Xu Zhiyi was hesitating whether to fill out the form, his cell phone rang. It was a video request from Zhang Ningxia.
Xu Zhiyi picked up the phone with a smile, and Zhang Ningxia's excited face immediately appeared on the other side of the screen: "Zhiyi! What are you doing?"
"I'm visiting the club to recruit new members. There are so many people!" Xu Zhiyi switched the camera to the rear position and scanned the bustling square.
"Wow! That looks like so much fun!" Zhang Ningxia's background was also very noisy. "We've just started here! Oh my god, I'm telling you, I just saw a super handsome hip-hop club president and I almost fainted on the spot!"
Xu Zhiyi was amused: "Did you join?"
"Of course! I've filled out the forms! What about you? Do you have any goals?"
"Still looking at it. I'm thinking of joining the photography club." Xu Zhiyi pointed the camera at the photo of the photography club.
"Sure! It suits you very well! Hey, what about your Song Chengrui? He's definitely going to sign up for a basketball or football club, right?"
Xu Zhiyi turned the camera to Song Chengrui, who was concentrating on studying a robot model: "Look, he seems more interested in that one."
After chatting with Zhang Ningxia for a while and agreeing to talk in detail about their respective club experiences in the evening, Xu Zhiyi hung up the phone.
As soon as I hung up, the friend group became lively again. It was a small high school group. Students from all over the world were showing off their school clubs. Various weird clubs emerged one after another, such as the Foodie Alliance, the Sleeping Association, and the Slacking Club, which attracted everyone to scroll through the screen like crazy.
"Haha, look at this," Xu Zhiyi handed the phone to Song Chengrui, "Zheng Yan's school has a cat club. They go to the stray cat rescue station regularly to help, and that counts as volunteer time."
Song Chengrui also laughed: "It seems that our school also has a cat-loving association, but it's not so straightforward."
He raised the Science and Technology Innovation Club registration form in his hand and said, "I've decided to sign up for this. What about you?"
Encouraged by Zhang Ningxia and the atmosphere in the group, Xu Zhiyi no longer hesitated and picked up a pen to fill in his information on the photography club's registration form.
After handing in the form, the two continued shopping.
Xu Zhiyi was attracted by another stall with a particularly good atmosphere, the Handicraft Society.
The table is filled with wool felt, woven bags, and clay dolls made by the members, which are exquisite and cute.
The president is a senior student with a sweet smile, who is teaching a freshman how to do simple knitting.
"Classmate, would you like to try it? It's very simple and interesting!" the senior student greeted enthusiastically.
Xu Zhiyi has always been fond of this kind of handicraft, thinking it can help people calm down.
She looked at Song Chengrui, who immediately said, "If you want to try, try it. I'll wait for you."
So Xu Zhiyi also filled out the registration form for the handicraft club.
In addition to the Science and Technology Innovation Society, Song Chengrui was finally persuaded by his roommate to sign up for the basketball club. In his words, he found another place to sweat.
I spent the whole afternoon strolling around and gained a lot, but I was also very tired.
On the way back to the dormitory, both of them held a stack of flyers for various clubs.
In the evening, the first club seminar was held in Dormitory 302.
Zhao Jintang acted decisively and directly reported to the Propaganda Department and Debate Society of the Student Union, threatening to engage in a debate with the scholars.
Song Xingyu, relying on his social prowess, signed up for the drama club, street dance club and outdoor sports association at once, with the goal of having fun in college.
The most surprising thing about Jiang Qinghe was that she quietly signed up for a literary club.
"Qinghe, do you really want to be an editor in the future?"
Zhao Jintang asked as he flipped through the debate club's materials.
Jiang Qinghe nodded: "Well, I want to give it a try. I think it's very meaningful to be able to do what I like."
Xu Zhiyi shared the photography club and handicraft club she had signed up for, which received unanimous praise from everyone. Song Xingyu even insisted that he would be the first to give her the finished product when she made one.
The first activity of the handicraft club was making wool felt.
Xu Zhiyi's hands were not particularly dexterous. After poking for a long time, he could barely make a felt ball in the shape of a crooked kitten.
She took a photo and sent it to Song Chengrui. Song Chengrui replied with a laughing expression and said, "Very cute, like you." Xu Zhiyi was so angry that she glared at him.
On Song Chengrui's side, the Science and Technology Innovation Society immediately started to divide into groups and prepare to participate in a small-scale robot competition within the school. They were busy all day and night.
That evening, Xu Zhiyi had just finished making a somewhat decent little bear keychain and was about to wash up and go to bed when Zhang Ningxia's video came in again. This time, she looked a little depressed.
"What's wrong? Are you disappointed by the handsome president of the street dance club?" Xu Zhiyi joked.
"Don't even mention it," Zhang Ningxia wailed. "He's really handsome, but the dance is so hard! My limbs are like new, totally out of sync! During dance rehearsal today, the president singled me out for individual coaching! What the hell? He picked me out to dance alone instead of asking everyone else to. It's so embarrassing!"
Xu Zhiyi couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, it's okay, just practice more and it will be fine."
"Oh, I envy you. You only sign up for quiet and wonderful clubs."
Zhang Ningxia lay on the table, "But let me tell you, there's another boy in our club who dances really well and is also very nice. He even took the initiative to teach me some moves today..."
She changed the subject and began to talk excitedly about her new love affair.
Listening to her friend's complaints and sweet chatter on the other end of the phone, Xu Zhiyi seemed to be able to see her trying hard to adapt to the new environment.
After hanging up the video, Xu Zhiyi discovered that Song Chengrui had sent a message a few minutes ago. It was a photo of a circuit board and a pile of scattered parts, with the caption: "[Life is hopeless] I feel like my robot is going to have a difficult birth."
Xu Zhiyi responded with a pat on the head: "Come on, Engineer Song! You can do it!"
She put down her phone, looked at the ugly-cute little bear keychain on the table and the photos of her progress in the camera, and felt a sense of fulfillment in her heart.
The days passed in such a lively manner, and club activities gradually became a part of university life.
That afternoon, Xu Zhiyi had just come out of the handicraft club, holding a piece of wool felt that could barely be seen in the shape of a rabbit.
She was looking down and wondering why the rabbit's ears were one long and one short, and she almost bumped into someone walking towards her.
"I'm sorry..." they both said at the same time.
Xu Zhiyi raised his head and was stunned when he saw the other person's face clearly.
The girl in front of me had neat shoulder-length hair and a pretty face. She looked indescribably familiar.
The other party was also slightly stunned, and hesitantly said softly: "...Xu Zhiyi?"
"You are...?" Xu Zhiyi tried hard to search his memory.
"Yuan Dong," the girl reminded him, "We were in the same class in our freshman year of high school..."
A figure who always sat quietly in a seat immediately emerged in Xu Zhiyi's mind.
In the second semester of her senior year, there was indeed a transfer student in the class named Yuan Dong. She still remembered that because of a prank played by a boy in the class, she transferred out again after staying for less than a semester.
At that time, Xu Zhiyi helped her distribute papers a few times, but other than that, there was almost no communication between them.
I didn't expect that we would meet again.
"Wow, it's really you!" Xu Zhiyi was a little surprised, but also a little strange as if they had met again after a long time. "What a coincidence, you also go to school here?"
"Yeah." Yuan Dong nodded, his voice still soft. "I'm from the School of Foreign Languages."
"Great!" Xu Zhiyi said with a smile, shaking the disabled rabbit in his hand, trying to ease the subtle embarrassment. "I just came out of the handicraft club, and the results are a bit terrible."
Yuan Dong looked at the crooked-eared rabbit and smiled slightly: "It's... quite cute."
A brief silence.
After all, we didn't have much interaction in high school, and we've been apart for so long, so I really don't know what to talk about for a while.
"Um...how are you? Are you getting used to college life?" Xu Zhiyi found a safe topic.
"It's okay, but the workload is a little heavier than I expected." Yuan Dong replied, his fingers unconsciously pinching the backpack strap.
"Yeah, college looks easy, but it's actually quite busy." Xu Zhiyi agreed.
There was silence for a few more seconds.
Xu Zhiyi was just thinking about exchanging contact information when Yuan Dong spoke first: "Then... I won't waste your time. You go ahead and get busy."
"Oh, okay." Xu Zhiyi nodded.
"Then...goodbye."
"Goodbye." Yuan Dong smiled at her and walked away sideways.
Xu Zhiyi watched her back disappear in the crowd, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.
However, she was not affected by the incident and has now been admitted to university, which is a good result.
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