Chapter 130 Admirers
On Friday morning, there were people coming and going on campus.
19-year-old Sun Tao was naturally regarded as a college student. This boy carrying a backpack leisurely blended into the crowd.
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Sun Tao went to the School of Communication and went there often. At that time, he rented in Xiasha. The community seemed to be called Mingyue Garden (he left early and came back late, and often changed places, so he was not very impressed). You could see Hang Zhi in his room. Golf training ground... Yes, Hangcheng Vocational and Technical College has golf training courses...
The walk from Mingyue Garden to Hangzhi School is no more than 1,000 meters. There are many beautiful girls in Hangzhi School but they are not comparable to the School of Communication, so Sun Tao would rather walk a few hundred meters more to go to the School of Communication next door to Hangzhi School.
In 2009, the campus was still open for entry and exit. Walking on the playground of the School of Communication in the evening, you can see many top beauties (with scores above 90). They are all top-notch in terms of figure, face, and dress. I occasionally pass by their teaching building. You can also see students undergoing training to release their natural instincts. They imagine themselves as small animals crawling around the classroom, shouting and licking their paws with their tongues...
Sun Tao was 26 that year and still single.
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Sun Tao was completely unfamiliar with Zhoushan East Road. Hangzhou was so big that it was impossible for him to cover the entire city in three years.
Fortunately, there were route maps in the training notice, and there were signage and volunteers on campus.
The location of the report is the guest house of the School of Communication. There are two tables in front of the bar of the guest house, with banners hanging above them: Welcome all experts and leaders who are participating in the national intellectual property protection training and study
There is an LCD screen on the wall: October 11, 2002, Friday, 9:20 am, temperature 13~26, sunny.
Two middle-aged female teachers sat behind the table sorting materials, and a group of young volunteers wearing vests were standing or sitting scattered in the hall.
Sun Tao randomly chose a table and sat down opposite the female teacher.
The female teacher’s name is Li Na (there are too many people with this name) and she is very enthusiastic. She checked the formalities brought by Sun Tao while introducing him to the situation. This kind of national training is held many times a year and is hosted all over the country. The unit that receives the notice can decide when, where and who to send according to its own arrangements. According to Li Na, it will be in Dalian next week and Danzhou on New Year's Day.
The notice said that the training would start today. In fact, today was just a report. The only thing related to the training was that a leader from the State Intellectual Property Office would give a speech to everyone during the dinner party in the evening. This was considered the beginning of the training.
After the delivery procedures were completed, the volunteer next to him handed Sun Tao a paper bag, which contained study materials, curriculum, notebooks, pens, meal rolls, etc. Sun Tao also received the room card for Room 422. Fortunately, no one shared the room with him. , all the people who come to participate in training from other places are even numbers.
Sun Tao and Li Na nodded in greeting and just got up to go to the room to settle down.
"Teacher, please come this way, I will take you to your room."
Wu Yin's soft words are particularly sweet, and the key point is that the little girl who said these words is also very sweet-looking, wearing a blue shirt, black slim jeans, sneakers, long hair in a high ponytail reaching her waist, and a bright blue vest casually covering it.
Sun Tao originally wanted to say, "No, no, I'll just go by myself." When the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back, and what he said became, "Thank you!"
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When he was 26 years old, he spent two years wandering around the School of Communication without even getting a girlfriend. You know, although he didn't have a car or a house at that time, he still had more than 300,000 in savings during those years of working in real estate sales. It's not easy to pretend to be a rich second generation and deceive a female college student.
If he was given another chance, Sun Tao felt that he could date at least one class now!
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"Hey hey hey", the little girl suddenly laughed after entering the elevator.
Sun Tao looked down at himself, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with my dress?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there's nothing wrong with your dress, it's just that a male teacher of the same age thinks it's a little weird."
"Then don't call me teacher, my name is Sun Tao. Grandson of grandson, Tao of waves."
Sun Tao stretched out his hand, and the girl shook it generously, "He Xiaotong. He Xiangu's He, big and small, red and bright."
He Xiaotong has a Samsung mobile phone, and she has a lanyard on her wrist to plug the phone into.
In fact, Sun Tao wanted to get some contact information. He wanted to find a guide because he was not familiar with the area, but he hesitated and gave up. He was just a volunteer who came to earn some charity service time, so he rashly asked for a mobile phone number. A bit abrupt.
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Arriving at the door of 422, He Xiaotong completed the task and left gracefully. Of course, Sun Tao had no reason to invite girls into his room.
Room 422 is a standard room with two beds, TV, sitting area, bathroom, shower room... ordinary but clean and tidy.
After riding the train for 30 hours, Sun Tao was not in a hurry to go out and familiarize himself with the environment. Instead, he decided to take a shower and go to bed to have a good sleep. After washing, I closed the curtains and got into bed.
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Sun Tao didn't even eat lunch, and when he thought about it, it was already 4:50 pm, and it was Li Na's phone ringing that woke him up.
After dinner and listening to the leader's speech for a while, Sun Tao urinated.
After all, he was ready to throw away his job at the Cultural Bureau. It was too unfree to be controlled by others when handling other people's bowls. This time he came to travel at public expense.
There are many majors in the School of Communication that are not just about singing and dancing as people think. In fact, the most awesome majors are broadcasting, hosting and television choreography.
Sun Tao followed the school's street signs and walked towards the teaching building of the acting major. There were students rehearsing a program in the lecture theater. Unfortunately, drama is not a training to release one's nature.
Students still love to study. At least when they are in their freshman or sophomore year, most people still believe that hard work can make up for weakness, good singing can break the shady story, and good acting skills can stand up to capitalist bosses. People will go for her ability rather than her figure and appearance. I like them because of their faces.
The classroom door was open, and there were many spectators sitting on the floor. There were also many people near the door window.
Sun Tao watched for a while and then turned away and prepared to find a student to ask where the Internet cafe near the school was.
After coming out of the lecture theater of the Performance Department, Sun Tao was attracted by a burst of singing just after passing the corner. Damn it, the song was actually "Half a Pot of Shame".
Sun Tao was confused. He couldn't remember the year "Ban Husha" was released, but he just assumed it was after 2010 based on his feeling.
It's 2002, and it's very difficult to upload a video to the Internet. Is it possible for a song from a small place in Wu'an to reach Hangzhou?
Or... he felt that he might have crashed with the original...
Sun Tao followed the singing to the open space in the middle of the teaching building, where a dozen men and women sat around and listened to a girl singing a cappella.
Sun Tao came over and the girl had finished singing, and there was applause around her.
"Rarity, ah, you sang so well."
"Is it really written by your Jichun composer?"
"Wow, there are such powerful people in your hometown!"
"..."
Sun Tao breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he was the one who scared him. The girl might have returned to her hometown during the National Day.
"The song is average, but Ruirui sings well." A boy with oily hair and pink face praised.
Sun Tao: Damn, I won’t be happy if you say that!
"Pa pa pa pa" Sun Tao also clapped his hands twice, "You sang well, but your voice is too crisp and lacks a bit of Zen."
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This is Hangzhou. If you are in Ji Chun, you can pretend that the other party will not chat with you, but will look at you first. If you find that you are alone and have no guy, you should prepare to face the storm.
And Sun Tao saw clearly that there were eleven people, including the singing girls, 7 girls and 4 boys; the boys were all relatively handsome, with no bald heads, no yellow hair, no beards...
Deliberately not making it clear first, being vague and being misunderstood, and then revealing your identity and starting to show off. That is too cliché and low.
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If you tell a male engineering student that you have written a song, the other person may say, "Oh, please give me a break, you are interrupting my game play."
This is called secret casting. He can't understand how awesome you are.
But the people on the other side were all music students, so Sun Tao didn't have to play tricks at all.
Facing the confused looks of the students, Sun Tao took the initiative to introduce himself before they could say anything, "My name is Sun Tao, and I am the songwriter of this song!"
"Wow!!!!!!!"
(End of chapter)