After Becoming a Little |

"The president is beautiful again today~"

Empress Jin waved her hand: "Go, go, Ma Liu'er, Miss Ben is as beautiful every day... Come here for the chants."

As the name suggests, the descendants of Jin have long splendid golden hair. They are also regarded by Dongshan University as the most eye-catching beauty at the first sight in the [School Beauty List]. The current ranking is the third.

This is related to her mother's ethnicity. As a pure Chinese, it is reasonable for her mother to be Russian. There is no problem with blond hair. Whoever dares to say that she is not Chinese, she can make anyone immature.

Her mother, who likes burning knives and Erguotou more than Wautega, has inherited her extremely forthright personality to Queen Jin. After all, she was also born to the elegant Confucian businessman who was drunk by Queen Jin at the beginning. Her ancestral flirting skills cannot be lost.

Therefore, with fair skin and deep facial features, he stretched out his blond hair and lit up a golden glow in the sunlight that was thrown into the classroom. It was as if the special effects of bulingbuling had been added. Two of the three singers The boy's eyes were straight.

After the passive buffs were added up, Queen Jin began to talk about things: "Everyone, let's chat - that, why do I think this song... is not quite right?"

Empress Jin, who has the same Mandarin accent as the ping-pong player who loves sauce, gestures. She can't explain the specific problem. She always feels that listening to the song is good, but listening to the words is not enough.

It's like Messi dribbling through 10 people in a row and hitting the goalkeeper one-on-one all the way, and he was born cold all of a sudden.

Several of the chants actually felt the same way, and that's what they said when they couldn't sing.

Although this version of the school anthem is comparable to other school anthems, there is nothing wrong with it, but it also has nothing to do with it.

After sitting on the chair, Jin pondered for a moment, and then a dialect popped out: "This word is not urinal enough..."

God is so pissing, the singing girl from the south immediately asked Nick Yangsan. Fortunately, there were students from the northeast who interpreted at the same time.

"The president is saying that the lyrics are not imposing. That's probably what it means."

But I've never heard of how high school songs can be sung. Only the most literate bigwigs can play this kind of flower.

I really want to take out the lyrics of the famous schools and look at them separately. The words are naturally very gorgeous or very fanciful, but these words feel a little bad when sung - this is why Dongshan University wants to use ancient poems. s reason.

After all, ancient poems are essentially used to sing, right? It's not nice to write a bold style.

However, if you can't write it, you can't write it. This is why, for hundreds of thousands of years, the entire textbooks of the Communist Party have been turned over and over again with dozens of bold words and asked to recite the full text.

When Empress Jin and the members were muttering about these things, Alia was standing in front of a counter in the cafeteria waiting for her meal. There are three cafeterias in Dongshan University, of which the second cafeteria is outsourced, and there are various Food shops - and there are places where you can eat milk tea shops.

Alia, who was waiting for the flying pearls to leave the bubble milk tea, inadvertently saw a few boys pouring into a relatively cheap milk tea shop nearby, and they were still discussing how to harm the president's meal card— —Although they said it loudly, when ordering, they still ordered the milk tea and snacks set at the event price, and they managed to avoid a few cups after negotiating with the store.

The leading boy was humming with a sheet of music while waiting for the milk tea. Alia blinked, from the music club?

When Arya got the so-called hardcover milk tea, the other side was already rushing back ahead of Arya with a big bag and a small bag. Seeing that the boy's pocket was still showing a corner of the score, Arya took it. Straw, showing a thoughtful expression.

The next second, Lotus only felt a breeze blowing by her side.

When she turned her head, Arya was eating a long french fries in her spare time.

"Huh? Did we buy fries just now?"

"No, I took it by hand. Only long fries have soul."

Arya squinted her eyes and finished the fries, took a napkin from the stall next to her, wiped her hands, and took the lotus flower to the other direction.

"Go, I suddenly don't want to contribute."

"Eh?!"

Session 20 020-New school song is online

Queen Jin discussed with a few singers for a while, but still couldn't come up with a solution.

This kind of thing is not like time in a sponge, it will always happen if you squeeze it hard.

Queen Jin reluctantly fluttered her long golden hair, regularly blessed bulingbuling's shiny BUFF, and said, "For the time being, that's the only way to go. If it doesn't work, I'll ask the school leaders to see if I can invite the older generation. Poetry writers - or ask for help from our school's Chinese professors, who are still very capable of the older generation."

The few singers looked at each other in dismay. The Chinese professors in the school are all good at writing academic articles, but I have never heard of anyone who has the talent to write poetry. Maybe the old principal can do it?

And at this time, the boys who went to buy milk tea also came back, carrying big and small pockets and trotting back all the way panting.

The members of the club carefully placed their musical instruments and rushed up with cheers. The entire club classroom was immersed in a short-lived sea of ​​joy. It was three o'clock!It's tea time!

A member came over with a milk tea and snacks, and handed it to Queen Jin: "President, this is yours, and it's still warm."

"You can eat it, I'll forget it, I'm not used to drinking this." Queen Jin laughed happily: "This is going to be left in my hometown, whoever drinks milk tea in the winter is tired of it... I really want to keep warm. , getting a bottle of Erguotou works better than anything."

The attentive little brother has a cold sweat on his forehead. Although everyone is an adult, it's okay to drink a little wine, but as a college student, if you hold a bottle of Erguotou all day long like you said - it must be Maozi's university. , I haven't seen anyone in the north who is so forthright, right?

Unable to resist the kindness of her classmates, Queen Jin grabbed a piece of French fries and ate it, and was still thinking about what to do, but she saw a member who was training very seriously on weekdays standing stupidly in front of him, holding a piece of paper and looking at his face, his face changed. It's like opening a soy sauce shop.

Queen Jin didn't bother him when he suddenly changed his face in front of a piece of paper, but just lowered his eyes and continued to think about things, but unexpectedly, the member came up and said astringently, "President, you'd better look at this—"

"Ok?"

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Dongshan University, President's Office.

The president of Dongshan University is a well-known academic figure in the country.

As early as the initial stage of the reconstruction of various colleges in the Guo Dynasty, he was already a prestigious contemporary scholar, and later he went to major universities, and finally chose to serve as the president of Dongshan University.

This is more because his ancestral home is here, not because Dongshan University is much better than other schools

At that time, although Dongshan University had a long history, the people who lived for a long time were not necessarily the tortoises, but they could also be the only good bastards. At that time, Dongshan University was only a famous school in the second-tier colleges, and there was a tall general among the short boys. 's color.

But since the principal has been the president of Dongshan University for 18 years, the development of the entire Dongshan University is obvious to all.

Theoretically, the term of office of a principal is only two terms, that is, ten years, but this principal is the school's teachers and students who jointly signed a letter, requesting him to continue to be re-elected. Sheng, almost incomparable.

And this beloved headmaster was the ecstatic old man Arya had seen before.

At this time, the legendary principal was thinking hard on a blank manuscript paper.

It was a very simple letterhead with a few large characters of Dongshan University printed on the head, with a traditional branch line.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

There was a knock on the door, and the old man reluctantly lowered the pen in his hand, carefully screwed the cap on and put the pen on the side, adjusted his sleeves and collars, and shouted loudly, "Please come in."

The door was opened, and a girl in a white coat poked her head and looked at the old principal sitting behind the office: "Oh, grandpa is here today? What a coincidence."

The principal almost got so excited that he ran into his office and said what a coincidence?

"How many times have I said that you want to call me the principal in the school."

"Okay grandpa, no problem grandpa."

If Arya is here, she will recognize that this girl is the one who just poured soup on the face of the current student council president.Looking at her like this, she probably didn't go back to change her clothes, so she just put on a white coat and broke into the office.

The old man waved his hand and said something.

Sister Niu scratched her head: "That... Grandpa, I'm here to complain."

Complain?

I originally thought that there was something else to discuss with me, but I didn't expect it to be a complaint.

This made the old man who deeply understood his granddaughter's personality very surprised: "What's going on? Is there anything that your famous jade unicorn can't solve on this acre of Dongshan University?"

In the four years of college, my granddaughter has never asked me for help or opened the back door half a time.

Whether it was the initial enrollment, later joining the student council, or how she assisted the student council president to compete with the entire school leadership team in her junior year, all of them showed her extremely independent personality.

What's more, she followed her old university with extremely tough courage, why is she almost graduating from her senior year, and instead she came to complain.

Sister Niu is sneaking around to observe where the tea leaves are hidden in her grandfather's office - not the displayed ones, but the hidden goodies.

Hearing this, she rubbed her hands and explained embarrassedly: "That... I'm complaining... how should I say, I had a conflict with someone at the school gate today, and I couldn't hold back, so I gave him a side of soup."

At first glance, the old man was still thinking about the scientific name of a new type of street fighting weapon, and immediately reacted: "You mean that it was you who blocked the gate of the school for half an hour this morning—the one who poured the noodle soup in the student council. The girl on the president's body?"

Sister Niu was unhappy: "Why did I fall on the student council president? It should be said that I fell on another male classmate. The student council president is not a category. You can't divide it like this."

The old man raised his hand and pressed it: "Okay, I understand, I understand, you are a wicked person to complain first."

Unlike me as an old man who can't stand the bureaucratic style of children, my granddaughter can't hear anyone other than her eldest being called the student council president. This is a stubborn daughter.

"Aren't I here to get a vaccination? I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to do it. The school really has some punishments, etc., follow the rules." After speaking, Sister Niu spat softly: "Why are you breaking the rules so much... …”

Even if she didn't talk about it, she wouldn't intervene, but she was afraid that some school leaders would take action and make a mess in her own eyes.

The old man pursues the official way of "the people do not obey my ability, but obey my father". After all, in his opinion, if he can't even distinguish between black and white, let alone other things.

Sister Niu also knew about this, so she was the first to turn herself in when she came.

The old man rubbed his eyebrows. It was obvious that his daughter and his granddaughter had the same temperament as a strong woman, but why did his daughter follow the rules and upright, as cold and hard as a monument standing up, but the granddaughter got out of her temper and made a fool of herself. Must be like the Green Forest Hero.

Sister Niu didn't want to delve into these topics, she ran to the bookshelf with ease, squinted and scanned the books, then opened a few books, and pulled out a bamboo tube behind a Cihai book: "Ha! Here, the home is also arranged like this!"

"That's Ciyuan at home, what's the difference -" The old man looked at the treasure bamboo tube being turned out, and immediately became anxious: "Hey, girl, save some for me! I only have so much left this year. I'm going to take it and ask someone to help me write something!"

Sister Niu weighed the weight of the bamboo tube: "Write something? This is all?"

"Yes, this is all, this is not necessarily enough..."

Sister Niu was taken aback immediately: "This is at least two taels! Two taels, my grandfather, two taels of mother tree tea are not enough to write things, who do you ask for? What are you writing? Are you going to sing the eternal quatrains of merit and virtue? ?"

"What praises the merits... This is not the school's centenary celebration, and a new school song."

Sister Niu, who knew all the activities of the school by heart, was taken aback for a moment: "No, isn't it that the students should do it themselves? The music club has been making a lot of noise, and it's been more than half a year. , the song has been composed, and the lyrics have been written, and you want to do the same thing as a layman instructing a layman?"

The old man shook his head: "The song is good, but the lyrics are not good. I'm not saying that I don't want students to do it by themselves, but after all, this song is in Dongshan University, and it will definitely be passed down to generations in the future."

He picked up the enamel teapot and took a sip of water, moistening his throat: "I mean let the students do it first, I'll ask some old friends to come and have a look, and then I will confirm with the students and discuss with each other, And then make a more satisfactory version, which will not dissuade the enthusiasm of the students, but also make this school song a little more profound, right?"

Therefore, these two or two mother tree teas are not asking old friends to write things. That kind of thing can be done by the old man with his face card. He is asking people to put down their posture and create with the students.

After all, some scholars are not lacking in talent, but their anger will follow, and let them sit and talk with the students in vain, they may not really want to.

Sister Niu shook her head and stuffed the bamboo tube back again: "You old man, think about it slowly, I can't help you with this matter, you know that my liberal arts have not been very good... But I think this way, I will It doesn't quite match the slogan you said at the beginning, 'People from Dongshan create Dongshan's own school song'."

"No way. After all, the students are limited in their age and experience, so I can't blame anyone."

Sister Niu nodded: "I understand the truth... If only my boss was here."

The old man was also a little emotional, yes, if that little guy was there, this time the school song might really dare to let the students do it all by themselves, that would be great.

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Music club, activity classroom