[Comprehensive] Graduate Employment Internship Experience

If this is a game, the system will definitely prompt:

[A new scene has been explored and a pharmacy is in store. 】

[A new scene has been explored, and Bingsheng Middle School. 】

There are also the names of those streets that criss-cross, but Hua Chun just followed the prison temple, and didn't remember any of those addresses.

But Huachun believes that those systems must have been recorded in the [Known Information], but it is impossible to remind her like a game.

At 09:30 in the morning, Guisi took her out, bought her medicine, and then went to the school to go through the formalities. Bingsheng is not big, and after walking out of the pharmacy for a while, he arrived at Bingsheng Middle School.

It was an ordinary-looking school. I heard that their school motto was moderate, but its temperament was quite in line with this school motto.And almost at the first sight, Huachun fell in love with this school. Those teaching buildings that are not tall and not brand new look very friendly. Huachun immediately compared it with the Black Master Academy that he had seen in the news. Than——after all, they are all mud-bombed schools, so they are more comparable.

After such a comparison, Huachun liked this place more and more. This kind of grassroots feeling made Huachun feel much better than the school that is full of domineering aristocrats like the Black Master Academy. Even if he only saw it in the news, Hua Chun was also deeply impressed by the sharpness of the brand-new school, that kind of Gothic, or Rococo, or Victorian style——Hua Chun couldn't quite tell the difference between that kind of architecture, anyway, it was that A beautiful building from the Middle Ages - there is a sense of aloofness and arrogance, which makes people uncomfortable.

Damn rich!It's just a school, what's the point of building it like a hotel! !

Huachun walked into the school gate behind Prison Temple, and the close-up Bingsheng was bathed in the sun, making the whole school look very old.A peaceful atmosphere pervades the place, which looks very gentle and peaceful.Huachun likes this very much.

——When she didn't officially enter the teaching building.

When Prison Temple brought her here, it was still class time in the school.Hua Chun carried the plastic bag containing the allergy medicine, and followed Guisi through the deserted corridor.When they walked up the quiet stairs, the rows of classrooms and the silent corridors began to make Hua Chun feel a little sad and bitter in his heart.

Occasionally, there are lectures floating in the corridor from the classroom. Some of the content of those narrations are very familiar. The voice was explaining the equations. After Huachun almost heard the question he read out, she subconsciously began to quickly calculate in her mind, and then laughed to find that no one needed her answer, but when she tried to give up the half-calculated She did the math, but felt very uncomfortable in her heart. It wasn't until she figured it out that she felt complete.This is probably some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

And some are very unfamiliar, for example, it should be in a Chinese class—Ni Hong should not be called a Chinese class—their teacher selected a female student to stand up and read, and the girl's voice was immature and soft. Even Hua Chun could understand the text she recited, but it was an article she was completely unfamiliar with.

She still remembers her Chinese class in middle school, when they read most of Lu Xun's articles.The hidden meaning behind those obscure sentences explained by the teacher revived what she had recited.

She still remembers the complaints circulating in the class at that time——

"Lu Xun himself probably didn't know that his sentences could have such deep meanings."

"There are no typos in the articles of these great writers. If there are typos, they must be fake characters."

In this world, do they also have such authors who make students extremely distressed, and do they also have jokes like fake characters?

A place like a school can always touch the softness in people's hearts, because all schools have something in common—they all save the most innocent times of their students.

Of course, Huachun inevitably thought of her alma mater, and then of the city she lived in—and the world she was supposed to be in.

Not only did it make her sad, it made her a little uncomfortable.

She walked behind the prison temple and walked around the corner of the stairs. Occasionally in the classroom, students who were not serious in class turned their heads. The sight of "looking at the intruder on their own territory" made Hua Chun feel a little uncomfortable.It made her feel like she was excluded from here, that she didn't fit in here.

At the same time, it also made her feel that she was out of tune with this world.

So she followed behind the prison temple closely, but at a distance.

Because even if it is Prison Temple, even if he is her only shelter in this world, the only person she can trust and rely on, the connection between them is actually very weak.They have only known each other for more than a day, and the relationship between the asylum and the asylum is not equal, because they have to rely on the prison temple to obtain shelter, food, and other things, and Huachun has been courting and catering to him.However, this is another obstacle that prevents their relationship from deepening.

When Yusi went to the principal's office, Huachun stood outside the door and waited for him. She stared at the sign on the door that said the principal's office for a while, and then he came out quickly.

"How to say?" Hua Chun asked him.

"Just come to take the exam the day after tomorrow." Prison Temple glanced at her and replied, "Let's go, we'll eat outside at noon. Then I'll go buy clothes for you."

Hua Chun was startled, "Eh?"

……buying clothes?

Isn't buying clothes a signal of long-term residence?She doesn't even have a fixed residence, and buying clothes is just unnecessary weight when she finally leaves, and a burden called luggage.

Hua Chun didn't know if Prison Temple had considered this issue, and...she had no money.

But Huachun knew that the prison temple would definitely not let her, who couldn't even afford 37 eggs, buy clothes, but he was only 14 years old, did he have enough money?

And it is said that I haven't read a book since I was eight years old. Is it because my family is poor?The more Huachun thinks about it, the more likely it is that there are so many mafia in Italy, maybe the prison temple started to become a mafia reserve for money?At this time, Hua Chun thought of the extraordinary title of Prison Temple again, but I heard that the Mafia requires a bachelor's degree?Didn't you still say you want talents from prestigious schools and the Ivy League?Is it okay for someone who hasn't read a book since the age of eight?

...Should it work too?Maybe it's doing some more dangerous and vulgar work?It seems that you can make a lot of money by doing gangsters, but... Hua Chun couldn't help but think about it. I heard that the basketball stars in the NBA are also very rich, but because they haven't read any books, so I don't know how to plan well, spend money lavishly, no matter how much money I make, I don't know how many people have lived in poverty and embarrassment after finally retiring.

Looking at the prison temple's rebellious face, Hua Chun suddenly felt a deep worry.

As a law-abiding and good citizen, Hua Chun thought that the young man in front of him should be in a period of rebellion, so he went astray. In the hail of guns and bullets, Yi Bo Yuntian's life is full of longing, and he walked into that circle.

But no matter what, no matter how many handsome words and scenes are used to package it, it is a very dangerous place with no future.

Hua Chun really didn't understand, why would someone want to enter the underworld?Fighting, fighting, such a dangerous thing, won't it hurt if you get hit?Is it possible to feel happy by beating and hurting others?

Hua Chun couldn't understand this kind of thing at all.Violence is the most boring thing, especially those boys who think they are handsome in fighting.

Hua Chun used to be obsessed with the bad boy protagonists in girls' novels, and thought their fights were so cool, but when she really encountered this kind of thing in high school, she found that she only hated it from the bottom of her heart.

A person who uses violence to injure others for frivolous reasons.It sucks.

However, Prison Temple is a very good person, he will definitely not be such a bad person.

Hua Chun broke away from her emotions and tried to look at the prison temple more objectively.

Hua Chun, who had never been in contact with such a thing, guessed based on unreliable information obtained from the Internet before, just like the peasants who believed that the emperor used a golden hoe in ancient times and could eat enough white flour steamed buns. Unconstrained guessing about that dark world.

When going downstairs, Hua Chun heard the voice of the math teacher again. He seemed to point to a student to answer the question, "How much is it? Zetian?"

Hua Chun looked over curiously, only to see that in that classroom, the boy who seemed to be wandering in a fugue was clicked.That kind of fugue state made Huachun feel very kind. Everyone who came from the student days would smile knowingly at this situation. Huachun used a smile full of superiority, "Fortunately, I have been liberated", Looking at the boy with a miserable face, his eyes were fixed on the equation on the blackboard.

The classmates around him watched him start to giggle, this kind of laughter also made Huachun very kind, but the boy seemed to feel more pressure from being laughed at, and she saw that his ears started to turn red , looking around in panic, as if wanting to get help, or some source of courage.

Huachun noticed that his eyes frequently swept over the girl sitting next door to him. The girl had her back to Huachun, and she should be watching him. Although she couldn't see her face, Huachun guessed that she must be very tall. Cute girls are right.

Seeing the person he likes, the boy doesn't seem to have gained any courage, but instead looks even more embarrassed.Making a fool of yourself in front of your sweetheart is almost a very serious accident for a boy of this age.

Huachun suddenly felt sorry for him, and for some reason, the boy seemed to be aware of Huachun's existence, he raised his eyes through the window, and when he saw Huachun standing at the corner of the stairs across the corridor, his The expression looked like he was about to cry, so Hua Chun mouthed to him, "6."

The boy blinked, turned his head back in disbelief, and repeated timidly.

Seeing the boy's expression of being saved, Hua Chun was finally satisfied and walked a few steps quickly to catch up to the prison temple ahead.

At that moment, she felt that she was very useful.

"What?" Prison Temple asked her.

His cigarettes were exhausted when he went to the pharmacy to buy medicine, and he didn't smoke any more.But even after such a long time, Hua Chun could still smell the smoke coming from him.The smell of smoke is faint from a distance, very charming of male hormones, but if you get close, it will be so strong that you can hardly breathe.

This is not a big problem with the smoke, it is purely because of Huachun's own constitution - she is very sensitive to the smell of smoke, if the smoke is bigger, it will be difficult for her to breathe.

So Hua Chun subconsciously kept a little distance from the prison temple. After apologizing for being helpful just now, she found that the prison temple did not show that she had caused him trouble, so she seemed very happy to be with him. Said the thing before.

"...You said it was 6?" Prison Temple raised his eyebrows subtly.

Hua Chun's smile froze, "...No, isn't it right?"

"……it's 7."

Huachun suddenly felt a huge sense of guilt towards the boy before.

In addition—mathematics teacher, I'm sorry...I'm ashamed of you...