Is It Harder To Get Admitted To Your Junior College Than Qingbei?

Chapter 137: I’M Done Practicing The Tuba, Are You Going To Practice The Trumpet?

However, the soreness in his wrists made it difficult for him to fall asleep at this time, not to mention that he would have to take military classes after lunch, so he had to sleep a lot. He should rest for a while and then catch up on the classes.

"Ding ding ding~"

Next to her, the cell phone rang suddenly. Lin Qingqiu's right hand slowly fumbled around the bed. After getting the phone, she weakly clicked on it.

"Hey, Lao Lin, how's your college life going? I heard that you went to Shanhe University, the most luxurious university in the country. It even has facilities like KTV and Internet cafes?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a call from one of Lin Qingqiu's former friends. There was a huge noise on the other end of the phone.

Speaking of this, Lin Qingqiu suddenly became angry.

He was like this because of his father. He originally thought that Shanhe University's luxurious dormitories and campus environment were top-notch in the country. As long as he came in and lived a life, he would inherit the family fortune and spend the rest of his life like this.

But I never expected that the militarized management during the first few days of school was just an appetizer. In addition to the normal cultural classes, they also had military classes and practical training classes.

The cultural class is not that big of a deal. Anyway, it's all about the same thing. You can't talk about it no matter what. As long as you listen carefully to the class, there will be no problem.

As for the practical training courses, starting from the initial three kilometers, five kilometers, six kilometers...the base number will increase almost every once in a while, at least the final upper limit is not clear to them now.

Not only running exercises, crawling tactics, rolling tactics... and a series of military training will be slowly arranged over time, which makes the crispy college students miserable.

During this period, some people even wanted to take a day off because of discomfort in their legs. As a result, the instructor directly said that they feel uncomfortable because they haven't exercised enough. Please add one more kilometer today!

From then on, except for real injuries that required going to the infirmary for treatment, no one mentioned asking for leave anymore.

I was already so tired that I couldn't stand it anymore, but my words of discomfort ended up being an extra kilometer. Is there any law of heaven or king's law? Are there any laws?

Well, even if you don't accept it, it won't stop you until you finish running.

bitter? tired?

It's better than losing your life after going to the battlefield. If you can't even endure this little hardship, why are you a soldier and a cook?

Most cooking classes are probably not willing to take you on!

This is indeed the case. For those who want to take time off due to discomfort, after almost half a month of training, running five or six kilometers daily is simply a waste.

But this is not the most desperate thing.

In practical training classes, you only need to put in physical effort and keep training. Once you reach the standard, you can finish the get out of class normally, and there will be no after-class exercises.

But military classes are different.

In the military class, after class, we will explain some relevant military thoughts, national defense armed forces system, national defense regulations, and various military theoretical contents.

These classes were fine, and everyone might still be interested in them, but the homework after class left everyone in the classroom stunned.

Military thesis, 3,000 words, due before next class?

? ? ?

Teacher, do you want to listen to what you are talking about, a military paper? Three thousand words?

ah?

It was these three thousand words that made Lin Qingqiu scratch his head for a long time and piece it all together. Finally, he wrote down some of his own opinions with the only knowledge he had and finally came up with these three thousand words.

But when he wanted to read it, he frowned at the beginning. What was written here?

Did you really write this just now? Why can’t I even watch myself?

Forget it, forget it, it's so annoying...

After all, this is a paper that I spent two or three days working on. No matter how poorly it is written, it is the best if it is written by me!

"Damn it, don't mention it. Originally, I wanted to sign up for a random major to see if I could get admitted. But my dad said he would make arrangements, and I really believed his lies!"

"Do you know what major he enrolled me in? National defense, national defense! National Defense Science and Technology Institute, I was completely stunned at the time!"

Lin Qingqiu now had someone to talk to, and he hurriedly expressed all the unhappiness in his heart these past few days.

"Huh? Then why didn't you tell your brothers at that time that your father still wanted you to become a soldier in this national defense major and that you didn't want your family's property?"

"You have to know that you are the only child in your family. Could it be that they think you have lost your ability to practice the big number and are planning to practice the small number again?" The person on the other end of the phone was surprised when he heard this, and even began to guess the reason behind this. .

"How can I tell you this kind of thing? I won't let you laugh at me for two and a half years. Am I crazy?"

"Hey, don't say it. Don't say it. I also feel that my father is planning to practice trumpet with my mother. I will have a younger brother or younger sister soon, right?"

"No, no, I have to ask my mother quickly. If I really want to have a baby, I would like to have a sister. I will have to pamper her to the heavens when the time comes!"

Before he could complain, Lin Qingqiu's focus had been diverted. At this moment, his mind was filled with the question of whether his parents were going to practice trumpet.

You definitely can't ask your dad about this kind of thing. He won't tell the truth. You can only ask your mom. How can you not discuss things like practicing trumpet with yourself? Who said I don't want a younger brother or sister? ?

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Shortly after our chatty boy Yang Fan returned to his dormitory, he received a phone call from his inseparable best friend in high school.

"Hey Lao Guo, what's going on?" Yang Fan asked proactively.

"What else can happen? You have just entered college. You are the only one in our class who has been admitted to Shanhe University. How have you been these past few weeks? Is Shanhe University good?"

Lao Guo curiously asked about the situation. You must know that when the admission results were announced, it was destined that the two would not be in the same school, but a strong friendship would not be broken because of this problem.

No, not long after entering the school, Lao Guo took the initiative to call.

Logically speaking, this call should have been made by the talkative Yang Fan, but because everyone was involved in the internal affairs, they didn’t even have time to watch videos and play games, let alone talk on the phone. .

Since someone took the initiative to call, Yang Fan started chatting directly.

"Alas." A sigh began.

"Stop talking. I just started studying recently and I am almost surrounded by all kinds of homework. I can't finish it. I can't finish it at all!"

"You know, on my first day of class, I didn't understand the first lesson at all. The most outrageous thing is that he had homework after class. The homework asked me to start designing and developing a software!"

"This is not even the most outrageous thing. There is also a professional after-school assignment to write a 2,000-word paper, a paper!"

"Whose after-school homework assigns papers, and I also heard that there is a professional national academician's class next door, which is a full 5,000-word after-school analysis homework, including the design of a drawing. I have been working on it every day these days I’m so busy studying that I don’t have any free time.”

Yang Fan's series of complaints directly confused Lao Guo across from him. What the hell, what did he just hear?

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