After the event, Principal Zhang came forward to invite Bei Dao on behalf of the school and expressed his gratitude. Of course, this is no longer the case with students like Xia Hongjun and others.

When Xia Hongjun returned to his dormitory, his roommates were already talking and excited. Even Yan Yubing, who rarely participated in such collective night talks, joined the discussion.

Seeing Xia Hongjun pushing the door in, Yan Yubing looked solemn: "Xia Hongjun, I'm convinced you."

Oh?

Restless?

To be honest, the ancient style you just play is really unreliable.

Xia Hongjun originally wanted to say a few words to him, but he seemed too arrogant, so he was about to say a few modest words, but Yan Yubing continued, "Xia Hongjun, I actually obeyed the last sentence you said in the auditorium: "Life is not just about the fertility in front of you, but also about poetry and the distant fields! It's just that my heart is in my heart!"

I'm dizzy...

Xia Hongjun immediately didn't know what to say.

"Yan Yubing, don't listen to Lao Xia's nonsense." Shen Jinzhu suddenly interrupted, "I asked you, if you can't even solve the problem of food and clothing, will you pursue poetry and the distance? Will your girlfriend pursue the so-called poetry and the distance with you? Which one is more important, flowers or bread?"

Ying….

It seems that Shen Jinzhu is quite clear-headed.

"I think flowers are more important!" Yan Yubing interjected: "I will exchange the money for buying bread for flowers for my girlfriend! I think she likes it more!"

"Yan Yubing, are you stupid? You should give your girlfriend bread!"

"You are too vulgar!"

I'm dizzy...

The two actually started arguing, which made Xia Hongjun feel a headache.

"Shut up!"

Cui Dongfeng, who was lying on the upper bunk, suddenly roared, and the two of them were stunned.

"Amazing! Have you heard a famous saying from Mohammed?" Cui Dongfeng got up and looked at the two of them with disdain: "He said: If you have two pieces of bread, you should exchange one of them for a daffodil!"

This guy has read the Quran.

Xia Hongjun admired him very much.

"I know how to solve it?" Cui Dongfeng glanced at the two of them, feeling a little proud.

"Then...what if there is only one piece of bread?" Shen Jinzhu said.

"That's right, Cui Dongfeng, if there was only one piece of bread, would you give your girlfriend bread or change it to flowers for her?" Yan Yubing also asked.

"I don't give or change it, I'll eat it myself!" Cui Dongfeng suddenly broke out again and continued to hold the corpse.

Everyone laughed.

There were no weekends in the 1980s, so Sunday seemed very precious. Students who had been busy for a week began to relax. Those who went shopping and those who watched movies, of course, good students like Chen Zhaodi still maintained the three points and one line.

The school’s various club activities are very active on weekends. Those who sing, play the piano, recite poems, and practice boxing are of course indispensable. They sit on the playground with a washbasin on their heads and seem to have already wandered around the members of the Qigong club.

The students playing basketball next to them are no longer surprised. They live in harmony, but occasionally miss the basketball hits the washbasin on the head of a Qigong practitioner, causing a few scoldings. Sometimes it will also turn into a combination of fists and feet, but this kind of scene is still very rare.

When we arrived, there was another extremely important event in the evening: the dance party.

According to Cui Dongfeng's introduction, there are two types of dance parties at Normal University: one is organized by individual classes themselves, finding a classroom without fixed seats, pulling the table and chairs open and then lifting a four-horn recorder, but this kind of dance party is generally not public for class activities.

The other is organized by the student union of each department, and the place is placed in several large cafeterias in the school, eating during the day and dancing at night. This kind of dance is so lively that it is the main form of the dance.

Tonight, several notices were posted in the school’s bulletin board: the Chinese Department, Foreign Language Department, and Philosophy and Society held grand dance parties at 7:30 tonight in the canteens of No. 2, No. 6 and No. 8 respectively, and all teachers and students in the school were welcomed to attend.

This is the only activity in college that can touch girls' hands openly, so boys naturally flock to them.

At 7:00, the members of the 405 dormitory were ready to go, and they were all dressed neatly. Shen Jinzhu also asked for a little mousse from Cui Dongfeng and sprayed it on his head.

Just now, under the guidance of Cui Dongfeng, they had been in the midst of half an hour of ballroom dance crash course and are now ready to practice.

Of course, except for Yan Yubing, he is not interested in such activities and thinks it is very vulgar.

"Old Cui, which dance party will we go to?" Shen Jinzhu asked.

"Cafeteria No. 6, from the Foreign Language Department!" Cui Dongfeng did not hesitate.

"But... Lao Cui, I haven't learned it." Yang Tao was a little timid. This thing was really too difficult.

"Study on the dance floor!"

"Old Yang, are you afraid of a hammer? I will teach you if you go!" Shen Jinzhu volunteered.

Just you?

He was playing around with his legs, and he jumped worse than mine!

Yang Tao muttered in his heart, but he didn't say it out loud.

"Actually, don't worry, I guess many people won't." Xia Hongjun comforted: "This thing is just for fun and not a competition."

So everyone left the dormitory building with great confidence. Xia Hongjun heard someone calling him a name after walking a few steps. When he turned his head, he found Chen Zhaodi, holding a plastic pocket in his hand.

It was her who came to bring her clean clothes.

"Brother, you go first, I'll come after that." Xia Hongjun said to everyone.

"Hurry up." Shen Jinzhu replied, but everyone did not stop.

The boys in the 405 dormitory already knew this timid girl, who was Xia Hongjun's high school classmate.

After the school started, the two often had a close relationship. Someone once asked Xia Hongjun if you were in love, but Xia Hongjun firmly denied it.

Yes, the two don't look like couples.

"Thank you." Xia Hongjun took the plastic bag handed over by Chen Zhaodi and casually called out, "Chen Zhaodi, will you go and dance?"

It would be fine if you didn't say this. As soon as Chen Zhaodi finished speaking, her face changed immediately. She stared at Xia Hongjun with her lips tight and looked very angry.

"What's wrong?" Xia Hongjun felt puzzled.

"Xia Hongjun, you lied to me! There is no requirement in the school that you must learn to dance ballroom dance after graduating from college!"

ah?

Is it for this?

This girl has a good memory.

Xia Hongjun chuckled and looked at the angry girl and advised: "Don't be angry, I was just kidding you at that time. In fact, it was good to learn... It's popular in college now... Look! Isn't the ballroom dance training class posted in the bulletin board? They charge for it! I'm teaching you for free, and you have to thank me for confiscating your money!"

ah?

You lied to me, and you still want me to thank you?

Chen Zhaodi was so angry.

But it cannot be refuted.

He seemed to be saying something justified.

"Chen Zhaodi, will you go?"

"I...I..." Chen Zhaodi hesitated.

"Okay, that's the decision! I'll go drying clothes and come back soon." Xia Hongjun said that and ran back to the dormitory building.

"Why……"

I haven't decided to go yet!

You always like to make decisions for me.
Chapter completed!