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Li Sirong scolded in a low voice: "Damn it, what a god!"

Tang Yingxue shook her hand with a gesture: "666!"

Xu Shi raised her eyebrows, and before the three of them urged her, they explained in a timely manner: "He has checked every evening self-study since the beginning of school, and today is not a big day. It is very unusual to come here suddenly. The key is that he sat on the podium calmly for more than an hour. Is he free? Not busy, then there is a reason for it. Then contact the archaeological class and the time will be determined."

Li Sirong: "Wait, I can understand the first part, what the hell is the archaeological class later? Why didn't you choose 08:30?"

Xu Shi: "Our evening self-study starts at 09:30, and after excluding the previous time, the interval must be between 09:30 and 1924:5; then choose a time period for major events from history, and you will not choose if it is too long. Because we have just established a history system, foreign students will not be selected, and undergraduate archeology basically has nothing to do with foreign countries, so there is only one specific modern Chinese history subject." Xu Shi took a breath and slowed down: "The old library In the self-study area on the second floor, there are photos hanging on the corner of the wall. Tagore visited China in the fifth year after the founding of Boda University and gave a speech in the auditorium at 1:20 on May 30, [-]."

Xu Shi opened the search engine while talking. She didn't memorize the original text of that sentence, but she knew the general meaning. It would be good if she could remember to search for keywords when it was important.She turned the screen of the mobile phone, and the bold words were enlarged, and she dragged the long speech to the end, leaving only a few lines: "Therefore, I sincerely beg you not to go wrong, not to be confused, and not to forget your words." Occupation, never mind the seduction of vulgar forces, the call of grotesque giants, the temptation of crowded fashion and unconscious, purposeless profit."

Compared with history, archeology is less valued in China. Only a few liberal arts normal schools set up a separate first-level discipline. The history major of Boda University does not have this level. At the beginning of this century, there was a second-level discipline under the Department of History, and the enrollment was recruited by the history system. In the middle of the freshman year, the archeology major was separated separately.

The three of them probably understood after reading it, Tang Yingxue asked: "Xu Shi, do you want to learn archeology with me?"

Xu Shi looked at her with an indescribable expression: "Are you sure you won't go to the Chinese Department next semester to get a second degree or simply transfer to another department after you have sent me to archaeology?"

Tang Yingxue was stunned speechless.Of course, everyone knew that this was just a joke, just as it was absolutely impossible for Tang Yingxue to study archeology that was more biased than history, neither would the other two sitting here.

It’s not that the Department of History or Archeology is not good, but because of its unpopularity and professional restrictions, which lead to employment pressure. Not everyone has the talent to study academics, and those who are talented are not necessarily willing to live only on food and clothing.

Li Sirong asked cautiously: "So are you going?"

Xu Shi shook his head, "I have thought about it, but I think theoretical knowledge is more suitable for me."

Tang Yingxue was puzzled: "Why?"

After getting along for nearly half a year, everyone in the dormitory knew that Xu Shi could not give up archeology because it was a second-level subject. If she really liked it, she would definitely go, just like she did when she came to the history department.

Xu Shi shrugged, "I want to go because I'm not safe in my bones. Most of the ancient books and materials we can see now are excavated by archaeologists. Objects that have been buried for thousands of years. But I am more interested in modern history than the ancient history that archeology requires. A thousand readers have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts, and the research direction of history is the same. "

"Is that so." Li Sirong was thoughtful, "So, in the future, you will choose modern history for in-depth research?"

Xu Shi paused, his eyes were suddenly confused for a moment.She remembered the conversation she had with Zhou Tingyun a few months ago. The question of not being able to tell the difference between liking and obsession was raised by herself, but there is no answer so far.

Xu Shi didn't want to talk too hard, especially on such an important matter, she had to leave a way out for herself. History was a subject she respected. Even if she didn't really like it, at least she should respect it.

Xu Shi shook his head, and gave an ambiguous answer: "It's still early, let's see it later."

Chapter 50

To be honest, since Xu Shi hastily wrote the lyrics and threw them to the class committee, she has never been in charge of the courtyard celebration. She has been busy preparing for the upcoming English test CET-[-], and spends a lot of time every day running to places where there are few people. Review of the clean lake pavilion.

Until the morning when the school celebration started, her first class was an elective course. Before class, she checked the dormitory WeChat group, and Li Sirong specially tweeted to her: Xu Xueba, don’t forget to come to the school celebration tonight

There was no class in the afternoon, so Xu Shi directly read English in the Huxin Pavilion all afternoon to maintain his sense of language. At five o'clock, the three people in the dormitory walked around and asked her to have dinner after class.

The school's auditorium was requisitioned for the school's celebration. It was said to be the school's celebration and welcome party. In fact, the venue was open to the whole school, but the best seats in the first few rows were reserved for the students of the school.

Appearing in the show is all voluntary. Xu Shi’s class is still good at singing and dancing. The class collective performance finally chose Tibetan dance. There are Tibetan students in the class. After wearing Tibetan robes, the momentum from the snow-covered plateau is revealed. However, She was born inland, and Tibet is her wish when traveling on vacation.

Xu Shi sat in front, and the people on the stage sat in her row after they came down, but they were a little away from her. Xu Shi sniffed and smelled the Tibetan fragrance.

The next time it was their class's turn, the deputy squad leader came on stage and sang solo. The deputy squad leader had studied piano for ten years, and almost went to alto that year.The host was still warming up, and Xu Shi heard them sing together: "I was wanton and lively, determined not to write clichés, but I didn't expect to meet someone by chance and be dragged into Fanyi. The greatest pain in the world is that you love me, or don't love me." , love is there, not increasing or decreasing. I thought it would be good to talk with him, but later I found that I was not satisfied. A little bit of tenderness from the other party is just like a dream. If you can’t get it, love No, then it’s better to leave.”

Li Sirong smacked her arm, Xu Shi turned his head towards her, and the other party asked, "It's your poem."

Xu Xin hummed, and heard the host announce the title of the song: "Wake up the yellow beam."

Xu Shi rolled his eyes and saw Li Sirong hesitated to speak, but the prelude to the song had already started, so the other party had no choice but to give up.

She knew what Li Sirong wanted to ask, why did she call the song such a name, and asked her why she was in the Mood for Love, high-spirited, and why did she write such a sad song.

Xu Shi curled his lips, and the class assistant stood on the stage and sang the first line.

Thinking of her, Xu Shizhi was willful and bright for most of her life, not aware of the clichés, but she was shocked by the shackles and fell ill, and only loved once.

This is the reason.

During the interlude, the class deputy made a gesture, and the people below turned on the flashlights of their mobile phones in cooperation. There were even students who had just danced Tibetan dances holding khatas and offering them to each other. Li Sirong laughed: "It's okay to bring your own support." ."

Xu Shi twitched the corners of her mouth to make a smile, and the phone that she put to silent before the opening vibrated in her pocket.

Xu Shi took it out, and there was a QQ message on it, Zhou Tingyun's: Is the courtyard celebration fun?

Xu Shi asked Li Sirong for the self-supporting support video during the interlude just now. The signal in the auditorium was not very good, and even the network connection was a bit stuck. Xu Shi and others watched the circles displayed during the video transmission, and their fingers followed unconsciously.

After the video was successfully sent, she followed up typing: It's okay, but our class is better at playing.

Zhou Tingyun: Bringing your own hada is also very powerful, and your class is expected to revive.

Xu Shi: Hahahaha, did you really sing honestly on the platform when you sang?

Zhou Tingyun: Well, maybe I was too old-fashioned at that time.

Xu Shi: Hey, when you say that, I suddenly want to read it.

Zhou Tingyun: It is impossible for me to stand on the stage and wait for the interlude awkwardly. You better not even make up your mind about that kind of thing!

Xu Shi curled his lips, feeling much better, and complained in his heart: Tsk, tsundere.

Of course she didn't dare to type.