"If this is just the news, how can I tell you seriously? What I want to say is some news that you don't know."
Wu Ruixiang glanced at Qiu Shui, and then said: "I heard that this class of Peking University has a beautiful woman who is rare to see in a century."
"A rare sight in a hundred years?"
The boys present all looked at each other in shock. This word is a bit too exaggerated.
Xin Yi even said disdainfully: "A beauty that is rare to see in a hundred years should be the goddess demon sword that describes me."
"Come on you."
Qiu Shui kicked Xin Yi and asked Wu Ruixiang enthusiastically: "Come on, tell me how beautiful it is."
Zhou Chen glanced at Qiu Shui. This guy was really a scumbag. He had shown disdain just now. After hearing that she was a rare beauty in a century, he immediately became interested.
Hou Pu said with disdain: "Can our class monitor Zhao Ying be so handsome?"
Wu Ruixiang sneered: "I have no knowledge, it's terrible. Zhao Yingnan is indeed good, handsome and has a good figure, but his appearance can only be considered average. Compared with the beauty I mentioned, there is still a big gap in appearance."
, there is no comparison.”
"Really or not, Wu Ruixiang, is it that exaggerated?"
"It's not an exaggeration. You also know that we are a medical school. To be honest, there is a shortage of beautiful women studying medicine. Moreover, in our country, the influence of Peking University and Huaqing University is far greater than that of our Renhe Medical College, and the number of students is also higher.
If they are better than us, the chances of a beautiful woman appearing will naturally be greater than our Renhe."
After hearing Wu Ruixiang's explanation, everyone who was originally skeptical felt that it made sense.
"Then don't be pretentious and talk about it in detail."
Listening to their discussion, Zhou Chen continued reading after listening for a while.
Compared with the so-called beautiful women, medical books are obviously more attractive to him. After several worlds, he has seen too many beautiful women. Compared with this group of junior brothers, it is difficult to impress him with this topic.
Compared with beauties, besides studying medicine, Zhou Chen feels that the most important thing now is to make money.
No matter in which era, money is very important. Although studying medicine is not like other industries, it requires a certain amount of initial capital.
But because Zhou Chen has been accustomed to a lavish and wealthy life for several generations, he was suddenly asked to be diligent and frugal. It was okay for a while, but he would definitely not be able to sustain it for a long time.
So for Zhou Chen, the top priority now is how to make money.
This era is completely different from the era he lived in before. If he wants to make money, he still has ways. But the problem is that now he is trapped in the military camp and cannot get out of the military camp at all. So those methods of making money, he
Not useful at all.
It is not an easy task to make money in the military camp.
After thinking for a few days, he had some ideas, but it was not easy to put them into action. He was still thinking about how to start.
"Hey, Zhou Chen, please help me."
While Zhou Chen was thinking, someone suddenly touched him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Wu Ruixiang.
"What help?"
Wu Ruixiang said a little embarrassedly: "Write me a love letter. It should be stylish, preferably a love poem."
"love letter?"
Zhou Chen's voice rose in vain, frightening Wu Ruixiang and he quickly whispered: "Keep your voice down, my big brother, please keep your voice down."
But his reminder was already too late, because everyone else in the dormitory had already heard it and quickly gathered around.
"Love letter, I just heard the word love letter. Zhou Chen or Wu Ruixiang, which one of you wants to write a love letter?"
Zhou Chen sold Wu Ruixiang without hesitation and pointed his finger at Wu Ruixiang.
Facing everyone's teasing looks, Wu Ruixiang was embarrassed: "Uh, um, you misunderstood. I really want to ask Zhou Chen to write a love letter for me, but the person who really needs it is not me, but my friend. He wants to
I want to write a love letter to my sweetheart, and I heard that Zhou Chen in our class can write love poems, so I asked for my help and asked Zhou Chen to write a love letter."
"Oh~"
Everyone prolonged their voices, and the ridicule in their tone made Wu Ruixiang even more embarrassed, but since he couldn't cover it up, he stopped defending.
"Zhou Chen, just tell me, can you write me a love poem?"
Before Zhou Chen could speak, Qiu Shui said, "No."
"why?"
Wu Ruixiang was anxious: "Your literary talent is so good, writing a love poem shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Zhou Chen: "It's not that I don't help, but I really don't know how to write love poems. Besides, there is no need to write love poems when writing a love letter. You just write out your inner thoughts. The more cheesy the better. Women like this.
"
Wu Ruixiang looked at Zhou Chen with suspicion: "Really or not, do you really understand women?"
Not only Wu Ruixiang, but others were also staring at Zhou Chen curiously. For these college students, women were too far away for them, but they were extremely longing for them.
Normally I wouldn't be able to talk about this topic with others, but now that everyone is a boy, I won't feel embarrassed when talking about this topic.
Zhou Chen closed the book and said: "Today I will tell you something. I dare not say anything else. In this aspect, I am absolutely stronger than you."
Qiushui snorted: "How much better can you be than us? You are still a month younger than me. Is your county more open than our urban area?"
"Stop talking nonsense, listen if you want to hear it, and step aside if you don't want to hear it." Zhou Chen scolded impatiently.
Others also criticized Qiu Shui. They were all expecting Zhou Chen to say what flowers were coming, so how could Qiu Shui interrupt him?
Zhou Chen didn't say anything profound, he just talked about some knowledge about women. This would be a well-known thing more than ten or twenty years later, but in this relatively conservative era, it was definitely very avant-garde.
In less than ten minutes, everyone in the dormitory was conquered by Zhou Chenhe, and everyone looked at him as if they were an idol.
Zhou Chen didn't have much interest in people from other schools, because he was usually very busy with military training, and after a year they went their separate ways, so there was no need to have too much contact with them.
On this day, the evening self-study was over and Zhou Chen was about to go back to his dormitory when Zhao Yingnan suddenly stopped him.
"Monitor, is something wrong?"
Houpu, who was about to leave, stopped when he saw Zhao Yingnan calling Zhou Chen and asked: "Classmate Zhao Yingnan, what's wrong with your name being Zhou Chen?"
"What the hell are you doing? Just leave now."
Xin Yi came from behind, hugged Hou Pu and walked forward.
"Hey, I still have something to say, Xin Yi, why are you pushing me?"
"People have something to say, why do you insist on hanging on? Don't delay others' good things."
"That's right, squad leader, don't get in the way and leave quickly."
Xin Yi and Qiu Shui forcibly pulled Hou Pu away, who refused to leave. In the end, only Zhou Chen and Zhao Yingnan were left in the class.
Zhao Yingnan was a little embarrassed by Qiu Shui and Xin Yi, but Zhou Chen was very calm and asked again: "Squad leader, what do you want from me?"
Zhao Yingnan organized his speech, and then said: "National Day is coming soon, and the army chief decided to hold a gala. Each school must put on at least one program. I heard the boys say, can you compose poetry?"
"Well, I'm a little good at it, but if it was a show, it would be too embarrassing."
Zhou Chen does not lack stage experience. He just goes on stage to recite poetry. He really has no experience at all. He would rather sing than poetry.
Zhao Yingnan said: "It's okay, you can write a song and we will recite it as a class."
Zhou Chen shook his head and said: "No, no, if you ask me to write songs and sing, I can do it, but reciting poems, I really can't do it."
"Can you also write and sing songs?"
Zhao Yingnan's eyes widened and she looked at Zhou Chen in disbelief. If Zhou Chen only rapped and sang, she wouldn't be surprised, but Zhou Chen actually said that he could write songs, which made her feel incredible.
Zhou Chen suddenly felt regretful. He almost muttered that he knew how to write songs. Looking at Zhao Yingnan's expression, it was even more difficult to shirk it now, so he could only nod.
"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."
