Wang Jian shook his head slowly. Seeing this, the boy sighed. He felt a pity. Then he was ready to turn around and leave.

    But just halfway through his action, he seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Wang Jian with a hand.

    "By the way, my name is Song Yi. Why are you two classmates in the future? What''s your name? Let''s get to know each other first. "

    Wang Jian is silent again, looking at Song Yi''s outstretched hand.

    Song Yi saw that Wang Jian was silent and looked at his hand again, showing a free and easy smile.

    "This is the way my mother told me to say hello to my father''s hometown. When my mother met him for the first time, she said that he used this trick. At that time, she thought he was a hooligan and beat him up.

    "Alas! My dead father didn''t leave anything. I''ve got a lot of strange habits. "

    Song Yi thinks that Wang Jian doesn''t understand, so he is ready to take back his hand. However, on the way, Wang Jian suddenly holds Song Yi''s hand and smiles.

    "Hello

    Wang Jian looked down at his hands and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

    After the handshake ceremony, Wang Jian looks up at Song Yi. His eyes are sharp under his soft face. He pretends to be unconscious and asks, "did your father tell you where he came from?"

    Song Yi looks at Wang Jian in surprise. Some of them don''t quite understand why Wang Jian asked this question, but he still recalls it for a while, and then says uncertainly, "I''m not sure. My mother said that when she met my father, she was on the side of the road. He fainted there, and his body was a bit rotten, like being struck by thunder."

    "Besides, my father was in his twenties at that time, and he didn''t even wake up. He said he came from a far away place, and he probably couldn''t go back in his life..."

    Gradually, Song Yi''s voice became low and sad.

    Although his father died not long after he was born, from the beginning of the story, his mother talked in her ears about how responsible and funny he was. In addition to holding martial spirit all day long, he was simply the best man in the sky and the earth, so he had a very clear impression of his father.

    "Alas..."

    Wang Jian carefully observes the change of Song Yi''s look, and sees that he is sincere and doesn''t look like a fake. He also sighs, and his face becomes a little sad.

    The elder who was cut by thunder was a bit too miserable. He not only had no system, but also wore the wrong era.

    It''s a pity that his martial spirit should be cigarettes, which makes him leave the stage ahead of time. Otherwise, at Song Yi''s age, he might still see the grand finale.

    Wang Jian glances at Song Yi, looks at the cigarette between his two and admonishes him: "don''t smoke that thing!"

    Song Yi is surprised. He looks at Wang Jian in a daze and swallows a mouthful of saliva.

    "How do you know to smoke less? My mother said that my dead father''s last word before he died was to let me smoke less. She said it was bad for my health..."

    "Well? Brother, have you ever seen such a martial spirit? "

    A flash of light suddenly flashed in Song Yi''s eyes, and he looked at Wang Jian excitedly.

    His father said that this kind of martial spirit is unique to his hometown. Does this brother and father come from the same place?!

    But Wang Jian didn''t want to say more. Who knows what the hapless elder left behind.

    But I don''t think the one who came here has time to say anything, otherwise Song Yi will stick to the door of notting college or Shrek college.

    Wang Jian shook his head and said, "I haven''t seen it, but my intuition tells me that it''s not good to smoke it."

    Song Yi looked at Wang Jian suspiciously, then turned his lips: "it''s not a big problem. This thing does have a certain impact on the body and spirit, but that''s because my father''s strength is too poor."

    "Forget it, I don''t want to talk to you. I''m going to borrow a fire. This thing is so boring!"

    Watching Song Yi squeeze into the crowd, Wang Jian shakes his head. This guy

    Well, forget it. This guy is also the blood left by the villagers. I''ll take more care of him in the future.

    ……

    With Song Yi, Wang Jian can be regarded as experiencing all kinds of strange things of martial spirit.

    The enrollment of Tianxing soul Teacher College lasted from the morning until around 3 p.m., and there was nothing to say on the first day of enrollment.

    Most of them are to let the students understand their learning environment, including being familiar with geography, and knowing what places are prohibited by the college.

    After more than 100 new students and tutors entered the school, Tianxing soul Teachers College finally got a little more fireworks atmosphere, no longer cold and noisy.

    From the back of the mountain, the old campus in front of the mountain and the grassland behind the mountain are all figures walking around. The new campus is still under construction, but some of the facilities have been put into use. The magnificent and exquisite castle like buildings stand quietly on the plain by the lake.

    It was evening, and the sky was full of rosy clouds.

    The clouds in the West are inlaid with orange sunset, while the sky in the East has become bluish gray. You can see the clear and deep night sky with twinkling stars.

    Wang Jian stood on the back mountain and looked for a moment, then told Xu Yu behind him.

    "In the future, the old campus will be called the front campus, and the new campus will be called the back campus. At the same time, a road will be built between the two campuses, and street lamps will be installed on both sides of the road."

    "Some roads are also built by the lake. By the way, some benches can be put on both sides of the road, and then a relatively wide place can be chosen to stay, and a competitive platform can be built later."

    Xu Yu, who is responsible for the logistics work of the college, jotted down Wang Jian''s words in a hurry. Her slender fingers hold a pen and quickly record Wang Jian''s words in her notebook. The words she wrote are delicate and full of delicate feelings of girls.

    Wang Jian just glanced at it, and he felt a pleasant feeling.

    Aware of Wang Jian''s eyes, the silent Xu Yu raised his head and asked calmly, "is there anything else for the dean?"

    Wang Jian was stunned. After thinking about it, he was ready to explain what happened in the canteen last time. But on second thought, it was just a misunderstanding. Would it not feel like he wanted to cover up the story again?

    And fortunately, the canteen aunt''s mouth is still tight, did not go out to talk nonsense.

    But is that tutor he interested in tutor Xu

    Wang Jian''s heart is itching, and the soul of gossip is burning. Suddenly he sees the scattered lights at the entrance of the college, and his brow is wrinkled.

    "What''s going on at the door?"

    Xu Yu took a look at it and then replied, "it''s some small vendors. They are all in the snack business."

    "Oh?"

    Wang Jian is interested. These hawkers have a good sense of business. Although there are only more than 100 people in Tianxing soul teacher college, their spending power is not weak. Moreover, there are hundreds of people in Yuen Village.

    If there is not much competition in this business, they can make a lot of money.

    "Go and have a look!"