Chapter 49 (50)

When I started exercising for the first time that afternoon, I regretted why I didn’t come here earlier without my mother. I don’t know when all the school’s fitness equipment has been moved to the volleyball hall. The barbell is more pleasing to the eye.Most of them are tall, big and have a thick voice, but they are not bad, and almost all of them have short hair, I admit that I am allergic to girls with short hair!In fact, it all started with my grandma. She brought me up with short hair. Then it was my mother who didn’t wear long hair. Then she was my class teacher in the third grade of primary school. She was a dying old lady halfway through. She took over our class. At that time, she had just graduated, and she came to our class with short student-like hair full of vigor. I was stunned, and my little head, which had been ignorant for several years, suddenly opened up at that moment and told myself: This is beautiful woman!

The naive little teacher naively thought that we would be as naive as her, and far underestimated the ability of us wild children to make trouble. After a few days, we were so angry that we wailed in class and quit. Although the little teacher I didn’t stay for a few days in our class, which had the most violent fights in the whole grade, but set an indelible absolute standard for beautiful women to me when I was young. Now it is called: "ISO 9,000 beauty standard certification"!I have to compare all the women with her. She has become a watershed passing line. I knew the "passing line" in the third grade of elementary school. Every time the new semester starts, I have to secretly calculate myself How tall is your height in the class, and where do you need to put a plug when arranging seats so that you can get a 'passing' one.Therefore, from elementary school to high school, there were always some arrogant girls of the Momoe Yamaguchi type sitting at the same table with me, including Yang Hong!However, this kind of shit luck ends in college. It makes me sad to mention the damned girls in the college. Almost all of them have been tortured by more than ten years of hard study and turned into ghosts and ghosts. They are full of problem-solving methods. The vicissitudes of the face.But the little volleyball girls in front of me are alright. It seems that they haven’t been tortured by study. They are fresh and healthy from the inside out. The little faces are not so reserved and pretentious. They smile powerfully, run loudly, and take a sneak peek when they catch up with the rest. They all have clear and charming eyebrows, and some of them are even close to super-class!I decided secretly in my heart: Come every day from now on!

The study in the library in the morning is also gradually on the right track. I have read all the sports journals, and I have read the literature and art. For financial articles in the direction of thesis, I became very interested in some entrepreneurs who were brilliant for a while and then became shitty. I scrolled through the newspapers and magazines desperately looking for reports about them. After a hungry meal of reading and enjoyment, I reflected on them for them, and I found that they all have a common feature: they all succeed in a daze, and fail in a daze, just like those old dinosaurs we have never met, and I don’t know why I have grown up so much, I don't know why I have become extinct, just like me in the past two years, it was a mess!I also discovered the nobility of the journalist who gloats about misfortune, whether you are in heaven or hell, people will report truthfully.I was also obsessed with another type of report, about the TV industry and its market, you earn money from several broken factories, no one is strong in martial arts and the tone is not weak, and no one is convinced by the other!Today you lower the price and let the bloodlet, tomorrow I will attack and defend the alliance, the plot is ups and downs, the characters are ups and downs, and every time you end up at the end of the road, you will make a sudden turn, and you will come back and say that you have to lower the price!Every time someone releases a plane!There was a price-setting cannon, and everyone flocked to kill it. To put it simply: a good-looking biography of market economics that could almost win a Nobel Prize.

Before leaving after having some fun, I can't help scolding myself anxiously: "Chengxiaolou, do you still want to get a degree!" Ru Meng definitely doesn’t want to get a degree anymore, he gnaws at Yu Chunshun’s two adventure books every day, and the dissertation has already been downloaded from the Internet, the damned old K has long since become a female doctor and a slave to English, not at all as romantic and suave as in the past few years Every day, the hands with straight eyes are spitting and flipping pages of the dictionary to memorize words. They are oppressed by the female doctor who regards Western culture as her mother and live a lifeless life. Even the vigorous catchphrase "I Fuck!" was also changed to "I fuck!", chatting with him can't be called chatting, it's called kill time, and you have to pop out a few English words to show off after you can't say a few words. It's annoying, and what's even more annoying is that I have to go to class with Fang Ling's class for my re-rehearsal, which makes me feel ashamed.There is not much news about the big saw who successfully removed the foreskin for more than half a year. He never shows up every day. We all suspect that he is experiencing premarital sex with Xiao Guzheng outside, but he does not admit it. , just bragging that he is doing a big thing.

"Xiaolou, Yang Hong called you. You are not here. She asked you to go back to the past!" I hugged Ru Meng who was lying on the bedside as if I had received an electric shock, and almost kissed him : "Really? When?" "Just now. What are you doing?" Xiao Rumeng looked at me flattered. "What did she say?" My heart beat violently. "I didn't say anything, I just asked you to call him back. What are you going to do? Are you going to kill me?" "I'll do it for you!" I was ecstatically tearing apart with him