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"Zhou Chen, your poem is so good. Can you tell me the origin of this poem and the deep meaning contained in it?"

Zhou Chen patted the medical book on the table and said, "What about the book I want?"

Qiu Shui immediately made a gesture that it was all right: "I will write home right away and ask my dad to pack up his medical books for me. I will give them all to you when the time comes."

"That's more like it. Since you are so sincere, I will explain it to you in detail."

Although Zhou Chen himself cannot be considered a poet, he has lived for so many years, and both in life experience and other aspects, he is far superior to his peers.

What's more, he is also a person who has written novels. Even if that cannot be considered as literary talent, he must know more than those who have not written novels.

There would be absolutely no problem in being Qiu Shui's teacher.

The day passed quickly.

The training did not start early the next morning because there was a reorganization to be carried out that morning, and the target was all the girls participating in the military training.

Cut your hair short!

Because the military training is not just a few days or a month, but lasts for a whole year, so long hair will have a great impact on girls' military training. Therefore, before the military training begins, the military camp begins to mobilize girls with long hair to cut their hair short.

For boys, getting a haircut is a small matter, but for girls, getting a haircut is not a small matter.

Many girls' hair is so long that it takes many years to grow it back. Once it's cut, it will be impossible for it to grow back in a few years.

Especially for those girls who love beauty, hair is more important than many other things. You can ask them not to eat or drink water, but if you ask them to cut their hair, they probably really can't accept it.

Zhou Chen followed everyone to the playground and watched the women having their hair ruthlessly cut by the instructors.

It was a horrific scene, with crying, shouting, and all sorts of noise.

But the military camp is the military camp, no matter how unwilling you are, you have to obey orders, so in the end, those girls who were unwilling had their hair cut.

The long flowing hair can no longer be found in the military camp.

Zhou Chen also felt sorry for these girls. Well, he actually liked girls with long hair, especially those wearing white clothes.

When he was a child, his dream lover was Xiaolongnu. She was so charming in her fluttering white clothes and long black hair.

After cutting the hair, Zhou Chen looked at the long black hair all over the floor, and suddenly a strange thought popped up in his mind.

If you sell so much hair, it seems like you can get a lot of money, because there are many people who collect long hair in this era.

After the girls’ hair problem was solved, military training began in the afternoon.

Zhou Chen had participated in military training several times, when he was in high school and college, but the longest training lasted only half a month, and most of the people who trained him were not real soldiers.

And now, he is in a military camp in Yanjing. The unit number is not known for the time being, but looking at the size of the place and the students undergoing military training, Huaqing University, Peking University, Renhe University, Minzu University and other famous universities are all training in this camp. How can it be bad?

The training methods of such a formal army are naturally not comparable to his previous military training. Both the intensity and requirements are more than one level higher.

Fortunately, Zhou Chen's physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people. After half a day of training, he sweated a lot and was tired, but it was still within his tolerance.

He was fine, but the others were different.

Anyway, when they arrived at the dormitory, except for him who was still calmly studying the medical book, the other eleven people in the dormitory had already collapsed on the beds.

"I'm so tired. This is not military training, it's hell."

"I'm going to college, not to join the army."

"It's so tiring, even more tiring than when I was carrying firewood and feeding pigs at home. My whole body aches."

"This is not a life for human beings. This is only the first day. When I think about the next year being like this, I want to die."

"..."

Suddenly, Xinyi sat up abruptly, looked at Zhou Chen who was reading a book at the table below, and asked, "Zhou Chen, we are all exhausted, how come you look fine?"

Zhou Chen glanced at him calmly and said, "That's because you are too weak. This level of strength is nothing to me."

"grass!"

Zhou Chen's words aroused everyone's anger, and they all denounced him.

One against eleven, Zhou Chen glanced at them with contempt, and then calmly read the book.

Over the next few days, everyone gradually adapted to the intensity of the military training and it became easier than at the beginning. At least they were not exhausted to the point of collapse.

Life in the military camp is boring and tedious. Apart from military training and three meals a day, most of the time is spent resting, and there is very little time for free activities.

We have military training during the day and classes in the classroom at night. All the courses we take are related to the army, but most of the time we study on our own.

Zhou Chen can be said to be the most relaxed one among all the students undergoing military training. After finishing the training every day, he can leisurely stroll around and read books.

"Ah, brothers, brothers."

Wu Ruixiang suddenly ran into the dormitory from outside and clapped loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

"What did you find out, Mr. Bai Xiaosheng?"

Wu Ruixiang is one of Zhou Chen's classmates. Because he likes to collect and gather information and then share it with everyone, Zhou Chen jokingly calls him the know-it-all.

In this era, martial arts novels are still very popular, and the title of Jianghu Baixiaosheng, a martial arts novel, is also unanimously recognized by everyone in the dormitory.

So, after Gu Ming was nicknamed Xiaobai, someone else got another nickname, Bai Xiaosheng.

Wu Ruixiang said: "Based on my investigation and understanding over the past few days, I found that students from all the famous universities in Yanjing are receiving military training in this military camp. They are all like me, basically students who have been studying for eight consecutive years."

The eight-year consecutive study is not exclusive to Renhe Medical College. Many famous domestic universities now offer such undergraduate, master's and doctoral programs. Students who study for such eight years are considered the most valued students of the school.

"There are several hundred people in the entire military camp, including Beijing University, Huaqing University, Minzu University, and even universities in other cities. They are divided into several areas, each of which is under the charge of several companies."

Qiu Shui curled his lips and said, "What kind of secret is this? I've heard about it from my classmates a long time ago. Can you tell us something we don't know?"

He is a native of Yanjing. Some of his classmates were admitted to Peking University and Minzu University. He had met them before, so he knew that they were also undergoing military training here.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 283 Zhao Yingnan asks for help

"If this is all the news, how can I tell you seriously? I want to tell you some news that you don't know."

Wu Ruixiang glanced at Qiu Shui and said, "I heard that a rare beauty appeared in this year's Beijing University."

"It's rare to see this once in a century?"

The boys present looked at each other in bewilderment. This word was a bit too exaggerated.

Xinyi said disdainfully: "A beauty rarely seen in a century should be used to describe my goddess demon sword."

"Come on you."

Qiu Shui kicked Xin Yi and asked Wu Ruixiang with great interest, "Come on, tell me how beautiful it is."

Zhou Chen glanced at Qiu Shui. This guy was really a scumbag. He had just shown a look of disdain, but when he heard that she was a beauty rarely seen in a century, he immediately became interested.

Hou Pu said with disdain, "Can she be as beautiful as our class monitor Zhao Yingnan?"

Wu Ruixiang sneered, "You are so ignorant. How terrible! Zhao Yingnan is indeed good, with a heroic appearance and a good figure, but her appearance is only average. Compared with the beauty I mentioned, there is still a big gap in appearance. There is no comparison."

"Is this true, Wu Ruixiang? Is it that exaggerated?"

"It's not an exaggeration. You know, we are a medical school. To be honest, there is a lack of beautiful women studying medicine. In addition, in our country, the influence of Peking University and Huaqing University far exceeds that of Renhe Medical College. Their student sources are also better than ours, so the chance of having beautiful women is naturally greater than that of Renhe Medical College."

After listening to Wu Ruixiang's explanation, everyone who had been skeptical felt that it made some sense.

"Then don't keep us in suspense. Tell us more."

After listening to their discussion for a while, Zhou Chen continued reading.

Compared to the so-called beautiful women, medical books are obviously more attractive to him. After going through several worlds, he has seen too many beauties. Compared with this group of novices, this topic is difficult to impress him.

Compared to beautiful women, besides studying medicine, Zhou Chen feels that the most important thing now is to make money.

No matter what era, money is important. Although studying medicine does not require a certain amount of initial capital like other industries.

But because Zhou Chen had lived through several worlds and had become accustomed to a life of lavish wealth, it would be okay for him to be frugal for a while, but he would definitely not be able to keep it up 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, but if he wants to make money, he still has ways to do it. But the problem is that he is now trapped in the military camp and cannot get out of it, so he can't use those methods to make money at all.

It is not easy to make money in the military camp.

After thinking about it for a few days, he did have some ideas, but it was not easy to put them into action. He was still thinking about how to start.

"Hey, Zhou Chen, can you give me a hand?"

Just as Zhou Chen was thinking, someone suddenly touched him. When he turned around, it was Wu Ruixiang.

"What help?"

Wu Ruixiang said a little embarrassedly: "Help me write a love letter, it should be stylish, preferably a love poem."

"love letter?"

Zhou Chen's voice suddenly rose, frightening Wu Ruixiang so much that he quickly whispered, "Lower your voice, my big brother, lower your voice."

But his reminder was too late, because everyone else in the dormitory had heard it and quickly gathered around.

"Love letter, I just heard the word love letter. Zhou Chen, Wu Ruixiang, which one of you wants to write a love letter?"

Zhou Chen sold out Wu Ruixiang without hesitation and pointed his finger at Wu Ruixiang.

Facing the teasing eyes of the crowd, Wu Ruixiang was embarrassed: "Uh, that, you misunderstood, I did want to ask Zhou Chen to help me write a love letter, but the person who really needs it is not me, but my friend. He wants to write a love letter to his sweetheart. He heard that Zhou Chen in our class can write love poems, so he asked me to help and ask Zhou Chen to write a love letter."

"Oh~"

Everyone drew out their voices, and the mockery contained in their tone made Wu Ruixiang even more embarrassed, but since he couldn't cover it up anymore, he stopped making excuses.

"Zhou Chen, just tell me, can you write a love poem for me?"

Before Zhou Chen could say anything, Qiu Shui said, "No."

"why?"

Wu Ruixiang was anxious: "You have such a good literary talent, writing a love poem should be no problem for you, right?"

Zhou Chen: "It's not that I won't help, but I really don't know how to write love poems. Besides, there's no need to write love poems when writing love letters. Just write out your inner thoughts. The more disgusting the better. Women like this."

Wu Ruixiang looked at Zhou Chen with suspicion: "Really? Do you really understand women?"

Not only Wu Ruixiang, but everyone else was staring at Zhou Chen curiously. To a group of college students like them, women were too far away from them, yet they were extremely eager for them.

I couldn’t normally talk about this topic with others, but now that we’re all boys, I don’t feel awkward talking about it.

Zhou Chen closed the book and said, "I will tell you today. I dare not say anything else, but in this aspect, I am definitely better than you."

Qiu Shui snorted, "How much better can you be than us? You are still a month younger than me. Is your county town more open than our city?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to listen, listen. If you don't want to listen, go aside." Zhou Chen scolded impatiently.

Others also denounced Qiu Shui. They were all expecting Zhou Chen to say something, so how could they let Qiu Shui interrupt them?

Zhou Chen did not say anything profound, he just talked about some knowledge about women. This would be well-known things 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 Chen, and they looked at him as if he were an idol.

Zhou Chen is not very interested in people from other schools because he is usually busy with military training and they will go their separate ways after a year, so there is no need to have too much contact with them.

One day, after evening self-study, Zhou Chen was about to return to the dormitory when Zhao Yingnan suddenly called him.

"Squad leader, what's up?"

Hou Pu, who was about to leave, stopped when he saw Zhao Yingnan calling Zhou Chen and asked, "Student Zhao Yingnan, what do you want to ask Zhou Chen?"

"Fuck you, just go away."

Xinyi came over from behind, holding Houpu and walked forward.

"Hey, I still have something to say, Xinyi, why are you pushing me?"

"I have something to say, why do you have to stay here and not leave? Don't ruin my life."

"Yes, squad leader, don't get in the way, just go."

Xinyi and Qiushui forcibly dragged Houpu 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 what Qiushui and Xinyi said, but Zhou Chen was very calm and asked again: "Squad leader, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Zhao Yingnan organized her words and then said, "National Day is coming soon. The military leaders have decided to hold a party. Each school must perform at least one program. I heard from the boys that you can write poetry?"

"Well, it is a little bit, but if it is used as a show, it will be too embarrassing."

Zhou Chen is not lacking in stage experience, but he really has no experience in reciting poetry on stage. He would rather sing than recite poetry.