A portion of fried wheat, a portion of water spinach, and a pile of white rice, this is Bai Lan's dinner.

It’s not expensive. The food in the university cafeteria is quite cheap. Vegetarian dishes are 2 yuan, meat dishes are 3 yuan, and chicken legs, vinegar fish, etc. are only 5 yuan.

Bai Lan's dinner only cost four and a half yuan, which looked a bit shabby.

Her roommate gave her a chicken drumstick, which made her a little embarrassed.

"No need, I just finished the military training and it's too greasy."

Her roommate stopped her from putting the chicken legs back, and said with the characteristic straightforwardness of a Chongqing girl: "Eat it, look at my body shape, it's time to lose weight, I just subconsciously ordered this chicken drumstick. But I also want to use this military training

I’m trying to lose weight, so I’m asking you to help me get rid of it.”

Bai Lan said thank you and lowered her head to chew the fragrant chicken legs.

The sisters in the dormitory are all good people. They know that their family conditions are not good, so they take extra care of themselves in life.

Bai Lan was very grateful, but at this moment she would more or less think of Senior Lu.

Just at this time, the sisters around her started talking about college life again, saying that they wanted to take advantage of the leisurely college life to have a romantic love, and urged Bai Lan to hold on to Senior Lu tightly and not let him go.

Bai Lan was a little moved, but when she remembered that Senior Lu said that he already had a girlfriend, she had no choice but to remain silent.

During the military training at night, the temperature was much lower and it was not so hot.

After the military training ended, everyone gathered around the playground and sang songs in groups.

It seems that they know that today is the last day of military training. After the military parade ends tomorrow, there will be no such opportunity in the future.

Therefore, the instructor did not stop everyone from singing other songs. Some popular songs were played from the playground, and some people were even doing hip-hop dancing.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from the formation next door.

Bai Lan and the others all looked over and realized that a boy in that team had confessed to a girl.

The night was too dark and I couldn't see the girl's face clearly. I only knew that the girl was a little shy and was surrounded by everyone. There was a boy holding a mineral water bottle as a microphone and singing a love song there.

Rong Xiaojie, who was in Bai Lan's dormitory, gently slapped Bai Lan. In Bai Lan's puzzled expression, she said with a half-smile, "Won't your senior come to you to confess his love today? Tonight is the best opportunity."

Bai Lan felt inexplicably irritable and could only wave her hands.

"You think too much."

Rong Xiaojie curled her lips and muttered: "That senior is not generous at all now."

Bai Lan explained in a low voice: "Senior Lu is very busy, so he doesn't have time to come over and play. Also, he and I really have no intention of doing that, so please don't talk about it again in the future."

She spoke very seriously, but Rong Xiaojie didn't listen carefully, thinking that she was ignorant and didn't understand the horror of her senior.

Before entering college, there was a saying among the boys that they should guard against fire and theft, and guard against their seniors. The reason was that most of the girls who had just entered the school in the same period were picked up by their seniors.

In Rong Xiaojie's opinion, the senior Lu mentioned by Bai Lan must want to have sex with Bai Lan, otherwise, why would he appear so frequently these days?

The last day of military training ended in this joy filled with youthful hormones.

At seven o'clock in the morning on the second day, passionate music suddenly started, and the tune of the "March of the Chinese People's Liberation Army" resounded endlessly.

On the rostrum, school leaders, military leaders, and official leaders took their seats one after another.

Bai Lan didn't know if it was her imagination, but she vaguely saw a young man sitting at the end of the rostrum.

That man looks a lot like Senior Lu!

There were twelve seats in a row on the rostrum, and Lu Heng sat at the end. Next to him was Fang Chongru, a vice president of Chongqing University who also oversees the School of Economics and Management.

Lu Heng is able to sit here today only because of his strong recommendation.

At this moment, looking at the crowded military parade below, Lu Heng felt a little sad. Two or three years ago, he was a member of the parade below, but he didn't expect that now he was sitting on it, watching the junior students march in formation.

Fang Chongru looked at Lu Heng beside him carefully, and when he saw him looking sad, he couldn't help but smile and said, "How about it? What do you think when you see these juniors?"

Lu Heng smiled and said reservedly: "It's okay, I just feel that time passes too fast. In the blink of an eye, I have become a senior."

"I read the report you wrote on your experience after returning from the exchange with Tsinghua University. It was very well written! Is there a big gap between their teaching level and our Chongqing University?"

Faced with Vice Principal Fang's question, Lu Heng remained silent for a moment.

After a moment, he considered the answer: "From a sense of the world economy, there is no doubt that Tsingta University is more in line with international standards. For example, the professors there sensed the financial crisis last year very early and organized students to discuss it together.

However, the quality of teachers in our school is not bad, and they can lay a solid foundation for us. After graduation, we will be very competitive in employment."

This statement was neither humble nor arrogant. It not only recognized the high teaching level of Tsinghua University, but also affirmed the educational quality of Chongqing University.

Fang Chongru was very satisfied that the college he managed had such a talented person, and his face was very bright.

After coughing slightly, Fang Chongru looked around, and then said to Lu Heng: "After Captain Hao of the Chengdu Military Region will speak, Principal Zhou Xuhong will speak. You are the third one to speak. Are you ready for your speech?"

Lu Heng glanced at the center. The energetic old man in the middle was looking attentively at the formation below. When Lu Heng looked over, Zhou Xuhong seemed to be aware of it and smiled at him.

Lu Heng smiled back, and then Fang Zhongru said softly: "It's ready. What I'm going to talk about is also something that the junior students are interested in, so please don't worry, Principal Fang."

Fang Chongru nodded with satisfaction. He was quite optimistic about Lu Heng's speech to the 2013 freshmen at the military training parade today as a representative of Chongqing Chongqing students.

Lu Heng himself is very famous during this period, and he is a talent trained by Chongqing University. If he can speak and inspire the new generation of children, the effect should be very good.

Not only him, but also Principal Zhou Xuhong and several vice-principals readily agreed when they reported the arrangement.

Chongda has not seen such a powerful talent for a long time!

This power is not only reflected in Lu Heng's wealth, but also in his fame, his experience, and his age.

What speech can be more inspiring than the success of a peer as a role model?

The military parade slowly ended at 11 o'clock in the morning. All the freshmen stood there, excitedly waiting for the military training to end.

After today, we have a rare few days of vacation.

After the holidays, it’s the long-awaited wonderful life of college again.

There will never be another time when I will look forward to it as much as I do now.

Of course, before that, they knew that they had to endure the long speeches of those leaders.

This is a process that is taken for granted and expected, from elementary school to university, and even at work in the future.

But what surprised them was that the third person who walked up to the microphone was not the school leader as they imagined, but a man with a warm smile, like the spring breeze.

Wearing a white short lining, clean and fresh cheeks, and a pair of dark and shiny eyes.
Chapter completed!