Floating Song in Troubled Times: The Reborn Business Girl of the Republic of China

Chapter 38

Xia Qingqian tidied up her clothes, took a deep breath, and walked into the school with the schoolbag in her hand.

Because Jinghua University has many children from wealthy families, and it is also a place where national pillars are cultivated.As a result, many overseas Chinese and patriotic businessmen donate to the school every year.In just a few years, Jinghua University has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The characteristics of this college can be seen from the style of the building.It looks relatively old, and the plain teaching building must be a humanities classroom.The Department of Chinese Literature, European Drama, English Department, Western Literature Department and so on gather here.And the most modern buildings are also the latest ones, usually the faculties of economics, finance and other design departments.

Therefore, to enter the Department of Chinese Language and Culture, one must pass through the teaching building in front.

Xia Qingqian held the notice in her hand, on which it was clearly written, Chinese Class One.Today's class is on the third floor, room 301.

"You are Xia Qingqian!"

"You are?" Xia Qingqian looked at the quiet and gentle girl who appeared in front of her, with a slender figure and beautiful eyebrows.Somewhat surprised, she didn't seem to know her.

"Hi, I'm Windsor, your sister's classmate. She just called the school and was afraid that you couldn't find a place. So I waited for you here. I didn't expect to meet you. You and your sister have nothing to do with each other. Not like that!" Windsor pulled Xia Qingqian's arm affectionately, and looked at her curiously, just like watching a monkey in a zoo.

Xia Qingqian had goosebumps all over her body, she was very unaccustomed to being so intimate with outsiders.Unexpectedly, this girl, who looks weak and weak, is actually an acquaintance.

"Are you really Wei Yu's younger sister?" Windsor asked unwillingly.

"Really, it's truer than gold, and it's as good as a fake!" Xia Qingqian rolled her eyes helplessly.Almost everyone who knew himself before saw himself like this when he saw himself now.She was used to this kind of horrified look in her eyes.

It's just that at this time, walking with this beautiful woman, Windsor, she once became the focus of everyone.

"Hey, your words are really funny, very different from what they said, your sister often mentions you." Windsor fell in love with Xia Qingqian the first time she saw her.

"Sister, look at what time it is now. I have to go to class later. You won't let me be late for the first class!" Xia Qingqian took out her pocket watch and put it in front of Windsor, full of Said all over the place.She felt that if he didn't remind someone, he would never realize that he had to go to class.Ever since I saw myself, I haven't stopped, I'm just a chatterbox.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I forgot, let's go quickly!" So there were two more figures running in the quiet campus.

Countless black lines appeared on Xia Qingqian's forehead. It was definitely a strange day. Suddenly, he felt that Windsor and Xiaomi were very similar, and they were always so enthusiastic.

"Here, I almost made you late. Let's have lunch together at noon. I'll see you at that place just now. Don't run away." Windsor didn't wait for Xia Qingqian to speak, and made a decision directly, for fear that Xia Qingqian would reject herself.

"All right!"

"Why aren't you tired! I'm going to die of exhaustion?" Windsor leaned on the wall, panting.After finishing the important words, I realized that the girl in front of me was standing there calmly, except for some sweat on her forehead.Compared with myself, it is completely different.

"If you practice more in the future, you'll be just like me. I'll go in first, and see you at last." After saying that, Xia Qingqian stayed, and she could guarantee that her old sister, a classmate, was a hundred thousand reasons.

Pushing open the door, I saw a 40-year-old man standing on the podium with a square face and thick black eyebrows that looked like they were drawn with a brush.His eyes were steady and sharp, with a faint light, he was wearing a long gray gown, and his hands were behind him.A pair of mustaches, as if they will fly away when they speak.

This teacher is my father's early friend, Mr. Lu Yang, who is now a professor of the Department of Chinese Studies and has a great reputation in the education field.At the same time there are many slanders, and honor and slander go hand in hand, like darkness and light.There is a photo of him and his father at home.

"Come in!" The hoarse and deep voice was like the faint bells in a temple in late winter.

Because Mr. Lu Yang has a great reputation, many students like his way of teaching, so every class is almost full of people.

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Let me introduce myself first!" Lu Yang walked down the two platforms, his eyes fell on Xia Qingqian, as if he was looking for something.The article sent by his friend really made his heart boil again.Unexpectedly, it came from the hands of a human being, and it really is a hero born from a teenager.Originally thought it was the son of the Xia family, but never thought it was Xia Qingqian.So he became even more curious, and immediately applied to the school, and Xia Qingqian was admitted exceptionally.

Xia Qingqian walked slowly towards the podium, looking at the dark mass of heads underneath, feeling very calm in her heart.Especially when he saw those two familiar faces, the smile on his face became even stronger.

It's not that friends don't get together, and said softly: "Everyone, hello everyone, I am a new student in Class [-] of the Department of Chinese Language and Culture, Xia Qingqian, I hope you will take care of me in the future." Write your name on it.

Lu Yang's eyes lit up immediately, it turned out to be willow style calligraphy, who knows that willow style calligraphy is the most difficult to write.You can write so well with chalk, you must have practiced for a long time, and you have formed your own style.

"Good calligraphy!" There were calligraphy students in the underground who also clapped their hands, and those who didn't understand thought Xia Qingqian's calligraphy was very beautiful, so they also applauded.

Gao Jinyu and Xiao Mumu who were sitting in the crowd were completely darkened.They never expected to meet Xia Qingqian in school, who was actually their school girl.

Xia Qingqian was very satisfied with a good opening, since it was here, he had to have something to sell, otherwise some people would think that he was easy to bully.

One class is all about the history of ancient literature, and many viewpoints are summed up by the teacher himself.It is novel, and the function of instructing is very obvious, and students can discuss it with the teacher.Put forward your own different points of view, even debate.The classroom atmosphere is warm, from ancient times to the present.

It is very exciting. It is hard for you to imagine that in this era of the country, there will be such an enlightened style of study.It is even hard to imagine that in an ordinary newspaper, not only translations of new foreign literature can be read.Literary evaluation, all kinds of novels, poems and dramas of everyone.

In the 21st century, it is difficult to see such a phenomenon, and even these things have been isolated from the lives of ordinary people.

An hour passed very quickly, the professor and the students were still full of ideas, and they gathered around the teacher to ask questions after class.

"Xia Qingqian, come to my office later!" Lu Yang said slowly.

"Yes, teacher." Xia Qingqian immediately packed up her things, thinking that Windsor must be waiting for her. If there are any acquaintances she knows, she can only go there after finishing her work.

(End of this chapter)