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Lin Yue said: "I don't know where I want to go most when I'm alive. If one day I die, the thing I want to do the most must be 'going back to my hometown', because I love that land deeply."

Wang Yang was astonished.

Cheng Dongqing was astonished.

Most of the students around the hot water supply station looked dumbfounded, and a few female students blinked their unpainted eyes, filled with puzzlement, but most of them were still curious.

"I always thought you were best at telling nonsense, but I didn't expect you to be a poet."

Meng Xiaojun glanced at Wang Yang with an intriguing expression.

This reminded Cheng Dongqing of what happened after English class yesterday. Wang Yang wrote a love poem, but this is not the point. The point is that he read it in front of many classmates. Meng Xiaojun said that he loves writing poetry so much, why not In the Department of Chinese, he said that domestic poets are too subtle and lack a kind of unrestrained beauty, which he cannot appreciate, just like he does not long for the love between Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin.

Yes, according to Wang Yang, he applied for the foreign language department in order to better read and appreciate the works of foreign poets, rather than worrying about the inability of the Chinese translation to express the emotion of the original poem.

Lin Yue ignored Meng Xiaojun because it was his turn to fetch water.

Put the thermos pot in your hand under the faucet, and when the sound changed from gurgling to gurgling, as soon as the valve was closed, he handed the two pots of water to Cheng Dongqing, and then took the empty thermos pot from him and put it under the faucet for a while. Twist the valve and repeat the above steps.

Five minutes later, he and Cheng Dongqing left the hot water supply place with four pots of water. Meng Xiaojun told Wang Yang to follow.

"Why do you keep following him? Didn't Liangqin ask you to go to Xiangshan to see Hongfeng together?"

Wang Yang actually didn't care about the progress of Meng Xiaojun and Liangqin's relationship. What he was upset about was that Meng Xiaojun didn't care about finding fault with Lin Yue, but he always pulled him on.

"It's still early to see the maple leaves."

Meng Xiaojun looked at the figure who disappeared at the door of the dormitory building and said, "Don't you think this guy is suspicious?"

"What's suspicious?"

"Is he an English major?"

Wang Yang nodded: "That's right."

Meng Xiaojun said, "But how many English classes have you seen him take?"

Wang Yang was stunned by this question. Indeed, the first week of school has started, and this guy stayed late for the rest of the courses except for the first period of each course.

"Look at him, he wakes up on time at 5:40 in the morning, washes up and goes to the Weiming Lake to read for half an hour, then goes to the playground for a run at an almost uniform pace for half an hour, returns to the dormitory to take a shower at 7:15, and Arrive at the canteen on time at 40, finish eating in about 15 minutes, and then go to the classroom. Go to eat after class at noon, stay in the library for two hours after finishing work, go to the teaching building by stepping on the class bell in the afternoon, and make a call after class Play basketball for hours, then take a shower and eat, then wash clothes and organize personal belongings, go to the classroom for self-study after eight o’clock or go to the library to read until the door closes, why is a punctual and self-disciplined person like him late for professional classes? Don’t you Curious what he did?"

Wang Yang was curious, very curious, but apart from being curious about what Lin Yue was doing, he couldn't understand Meng Xiaojun's behavior.

"He's weird, and you're weirder than him."

Meng Xiaojun was puzzled.

Wang Yang said: "If you are not a man, I already suspect that you are in love with him."

Meng Xiaojun pushed him: "Is this fun? Is it fun!"

"Since you didn't fall in love with him, why did you investigate his affairs so clearly?"

"Didn't I tell you just now?"

"tell me what?"

"I thought he was suspicious the first day I saw him." Meng Xiaojun suddenly realized that he had changed the subject for Wang Yang: "Speaking of business, guess what he did?"

"Ah……"

Wang Yang yawned for a long time, and found that Mr. Meng's complexion was not good. To avoid trouble, he quickly corrected his attitude: "What are you doing?"

"On Tuesday, in the oral English class, he went to listen in on the Russian class. On Wednesday afternoon, in the grammar class taught by Professor Sun, for forty-five minutes he was picking on Professor Wang, who taught the introduction to German. Didn't fight."

"How come I don't know about this?"

"What do you know? You know that Senior Sister Huang from the Department of Philosophy never wears underwear to the ball."

"vulgar!"

Meng Xiaojun said: "Is this the point? We want to know who that person is right now."

Wang Yang grabbed his shoulder and said earnestly: "Meng Xiaojun, there are always some geniuses in this world that you can't reach. I think the best way to do this is to accept fate."

After saying this, he flicked his elegant long hair and left.

Meng Xiaojun froze in place, looking at the back of Wang Yang who almost called him boring, wanted to say something, but didn't know how to open his mouth.

Will he accept his fate? Of course not, anyone in this world can accept their fate, but he, Meng Xiaojun, will not, because he is going to change the United States, thereby instigating the world.

...

Meng Xiaojun's family is well-educated. When he was a child, the first gift his grandfather and father gave him was an English dictionary, so if he wants to speak English, he can be regarded as one of the best people in the foreign language department.

This is not only reflected in how standard the spoken language is and how rich the vocabulary is, but also comes from the various English books he has read, those advanced ideas, those exotic customs, those new terms and explanations. He is ahead of his peers in looking at problems.

Therefore, he became the team leader of the book club without any hesitation. One of his favorite things to do is to recommend books that he thinks are niche but thoughtful, such as Carnegie, to the team members.

Of course, the frequency of this kind of promotion should not be high, because few people here can keep up with his rhythm, and many people even have difficulty in daily conversations in English.

As for the study club, I still want to find ways to improve the grades of the team members.

Liangqin looked at the two people sitting face to face on the left and right sides of the square table, and stretched out a finger: "Question one."

Meng Xiaojun said, "Progress."

Cheng Dongqing thought for a while, and said with a strong accent: "passive."

Liangqin stretched out her second finger: "Question two."

Meng Xiaojun said: "Hope."

Cheng Dongqing said: "despair."

"idealism."

"realism."

"achievement."

"failure."

"..."

The closer the two are to each other, the brighter the smiles on the faces of the people around the square table. Of course, it's not because of the progress of their companions, but because of Cheng Dongqing's accent... It's like the tongue is not straightened. To describe it in Xiaopang's words, this is called Japanese pronunciation, thanks to him, a country boy, who can learn it without a teacher.

Reading clubs often hold this kind of word solitaire activity, sometimes it is positive and negative words, sometimes it is the first letter solitaire, and sometimes it is Chinese meaning solitaire, the purpose is to test the vocabulary and response of the team members. A small game that can improve the English level of the whole group is deeply loved by everyone.

In the end, Cheng Dongqing ran out of ideas when answering the antonym of "gentleman".

"Lice" is Meng Xiaojun's answer.

Liangqin was very happy, because although Cheng Dongqing's spoken English was poor, his written test scores were not low. Although everyone knew that he could never be Meng Xiaojun's opponent in terms of vocabulary, but seeing his sweetheart abuse him at the book club, he couldn't find it. When you arrive in the north, you will still be unable to suppress the excitement in your heart and applaud happily.

Meng Xiaojun was different. He didn't show any complacency on his face, because facing the rural student Cheng Dongqing, he would undoubtedly win. This is nothing to be proud of. In fact, his real goal is another person, who is standing by the window, watching A silent person in the small garden in the backyard of his house.

The reading club was not held in the school activity room, but in his home. Yes, Lin Yue had agreed to attend his study meeting before, but it was the first time to officially participate.

"Lin Yue, what are you looking at there?"

Lin Yue didn't look back: "Look at Luohua."

Others are exchanging learning experience, it is really too much for him to be distracted to look at the scenery outside.

Liangqin curled her lips at Lin Yue's back. She was very upset with this person, because Meng Xiaojun always liked to say the word "Lin Yue", if he could devote half of his attention to that person to her She will be very happy for sure.

Anyway, she couldn't figure out why, why Meng Xiaojun would regard this guy who had never taken professional courses seriously as a competitor.

Speaking of it, Lin Yue is also strange, he likes German, French and other small languages ​​so much, why fill in English when applying for volunteers?

Meng Xiaojun didn't care about Liangqin's feelings, and continued: "Is there something nice outside, I finally come here, and don't interact with everyone, do you think it's okay?"

"Aren't you doing very well?" Lin Yue turned around and said, "Okay, how do you want to play?"

"How about continuing the word matching game just now?" Meng Xiaojun glanced around the square table.

No objection.

Lin Yue did the same: "Okay."