1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 14 First Day of Class

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the fireworks in the cafeteria that also serves as classrooms have not dissipated, and the first class of the fifth period of the Institute of Literature has begun.

The lecturer of "Prehistoric National Culture" is Mr. Pei Wenzhong, a domestic prehistoric archaeologist and paleontologist, a member of the Academy of Sciences, and a researcher at the Institute of Vertebrate Paleontology and Paleoanthropology of the Academy of Sciences.

The old man is 78 this year and has retired for many years. It is not easy to be entrusted by the Literature Research Institute to give lectures to the students.

To put it simply, Mr. Pei's course is an advanced version of the first volume of the junior high school history textbook. Lin Weimin knew for the first time that even writing prehistoric culture has to be learned these days.

Are they all so curly?
He fell asleep again and again in class, and couldn't help wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with Duke Zhou.

"Dingling bell", the bell after class is very traditional, just like the mechanical bell used in school when I was a child, Lin Weimin stretched his waist.

He noticed Qu Xiaowei's eyes next to him, "Look at me|why?"

"Wipe the halazi!"

Lin Weimin quickly reached out to wipe the corner of his mouth, but found that there was nothing there. He immediately realized that he had been spoofed.

"You bastard..."

"Don't you dare to pretend to be our old Yanjing, you won't be able to beat you to death when you go out!" Qu Xiaowei retorted.

This guy helped Lin Weimin round up the situation yesterday, and it was too inflated.

After joking a few words, Qu Xiaowei said seriously: "I said you are really good at it. Such a good and authoritative teacher is giving us lectures, and you can actually sleep?"

Although Qu Xiaowei has the attribute of a big grudge, he is still very serious about his studies.

In fact, Lin Weimin was also very distressed. Last night he vowed to perform well, but the problem is that he has been a scumbag since he was a child. It is too much for him to let him sit in class and listen to lectures. Difficult.

"I don't want to, but Mr. Zhou is really worried about my sleep quality, so he insists on letting me catch up on sleep."

"cut!"

Qu Xiaowei disdains, this kid is really ignorant.

Lin Weimin didn't talk to Qu Xiaowei anymore, but took advantage of the time after class to flip through the students' notes one by one.

He found sadly that he seemed to be the only scumbag in the whole class.

Brothers and sisters, you are all in your 40s and [-]s, do you want to fight like this?Give young people a way out.

Lin Weimin's inner wailing was not heard, and many people were still discussing the content of the class just now. Seeing his enthusiasm for learning, Lin Weimin felt a little ashamed.

The 10-minute break between classes quickly passed. The Institute of Literature and Literature has large classes, each class lasts an hour and a half, and the classes are taught intensively. A class basically takes a few days, and there are no other classes in between.

The main reason for this is that the lecturers have precious time, and it is impossible to spare time to attend classes every day. They can only arrange the courses intensively in a few days.

This morning, Lin Weimin was irritated enough. A few days ago, everyone was laughing and laughing. I didn't see it. Today, I saw that these students are not ordinary people!
What can we do?

Learn!

Lin Weimin's thighs were pinched and purple, and he finally didn't fall asleep this morning.

He cheered himself up in his heart, yes, he made a good start.

There are still 10 minutes before lunch, and everyone has to put the desks and chairs back after class.

The cafeteria is not only used by the literary research institute, but also by the cadres and students of D school.

Classes continued in the afternoon, and Lin Weimin's performance was a little better than in the morning.

Probably because of the atmosphere, the students around at such an age listen to the class very seriously. In this environment, as long as Lin Weimin overcomes the drowsiness of the scumbag, it is relatively easy to listen to the class.

At the end of the day's class, it is not for nothing to invite famous experts to the class. Even Lin Weimin, a scumbag, feels that he has benefited a lot.

After dinner in the evening, many students stayed in the cafeteria to write after a short rest. The space here is very spacious.

The students scattered inside one by one, making the cafeteria with a strong food smell in the air unexpectedly bookish.

Lin Weimin couldn't sit still, so he stayed in the cafeteria for a while, then got up and went for a stroll in the courtyard.

D The campus is full of bungalows, and there is nothing to stroll around.However, Lin Weimin found a good place. It was a small conference room on the other side of the yard.

The area is not large, with a long table in the middle and chairs around it. He decisively moved the books, paper, and pens here.

Qu Xiaowei noticed Lin Weimin's movements, followed him for a look, then turned around and went back to the cafeteria to publicize.

"I found a good place for the people, go there quickly." He picked up his things and left.

People's herd attribute is probably like this. When everything is still ignorant, as long as there are pioneers, everyone will always swarm.

Quite a few people were curious about the good place that Qu Xiaowei was talking about, so they followed it.

After going, some people returned to the cafeteria.

The canteen is big, but the meeting room is small; the canteen is open, but the meeting room is hidden; the canteen is popular, but the meeting room is quiet.

Turnip greens, all have love.

Therefore, Comrade Lin Weimin is a quiet and deep person in his bones.

Qu Xiaowei has a fiery character, he came to the meeting room just to find something new, and ran back to the cafeteria within 5 minutes.

On the contrary, several female students in the class and older students like Lao Qiao stayed in the conference room.

In the small meeting room, the atmosphere was quiet, and the rustling sound of the pen tip across the manuscript paper was exceptionally clear.

I don't know how long it took to write, Lin Weimin raised his head to move around, and when he looked up, he saw Huang Anyi sitting opposite him, writing with her head down.

For a moment, Lin Weimin suddenly fell in love with this feeling, which is a bit similar to what the ancients often said.

Of course, Sister An Yi will definitely not make Lin Weimin more attractive, at best she will give him a shy smile.

Lin Weimin's actions attracted the attention of others. After writing at their desks for more than an hour, several people couldn't sit still anymore and got up to move around.

Tang Kangmei got up and passed Lin Weimin's seat, glanced at it, and asked casually, "What are you writing about for the people?"

"It's nothing, just write a story about a spy." Lin Weimin replied casually.

This description is unattractive. In Tang Kangmei's impression, this kind of story belongs to official literature, which is incompatible with the trend of the past few years.

"Why do you want to write such a story?"

She also didn't read Lin Weimin's writing and asked a question.

Of course, Lin Weimin couldn't say that I wrote it according to the film and television works. He made it up: "I just read the manuscript of "An Embroidered Shoe" before, and I suddenly became interested in writing such a story in the past two days."

"That's it!"

Tang Kangmei responded with a sentence, and turned to other topics.

Seeing the time getting late, Lin Weimin picked up his things and went back to the dormitory, without saying anything all night.

(End of this chapter)