Chapter 112 (1/2)
There is a classic scene in later generations.
The big brother of the society eats barbecue, peels garlic, the old sister wears white mink, and a bag of Yellow Crane Tower on the 15th. The old Jetta is so carefree.
Zhao Dezhu, a middle-aged uncle, was accompanied by four younger sisters who peeled garlic.
When he entered the international academic conference center of Jiangzhou University, his feeling was clearer than when he first entered the campus.
If there are ordinary students from Jiangda on campus.
There are definitely elites here.
Even Shen Jianing whispered, ”my God, what are their eyes!”
Simple people are sometimes more sensitive, even if she can't understand, she can distinguish.
Zhao Dezhu knew that this was a pair of aggressive eyes and eager expressions.
I can't feel it in Southwest College.
Those higher vocational students are more numb onlookers.
They have failed for more than ten years and have always been the bottom of all kinds of existence.
Occasionally, they are cruel, just like the students who were arrested. They will only bluff and fight hard and use the wrong direction.
Instead of the student cadres of these famous universities, they are full of the sense of superiority of being used to winning.
They are comfortable with various rules and play the role of winner in life.
Most of the senior managers under President Xia have this feeling, but they are not as strong as these students.
Maybe these are the proud children of heaven who have not been beaten by the society.
Middle aged people in their 30s and 40s may be particularly aware of the unbridled pursuit of the waves behind them.
Of course, it may also be the surprise of the four beautiful girls.
It's amazing.
Which university will wear such a uniform?
The noble school in the idol drama has this kind of dress.
And the wool vest of this tall and thin boy is a little more divorced from reality.
In China... Maybe only those boys in Shanghai who are very gentle and have overseas family background will wear this.
But they are still swaggering like no one else
The only one with a low spirit is the girl in a beige suit.
But the mature ol dress with a little green is also very attractive.
So in such a large conference center hall.
The five person group of Southwest College was very eye-catching from the beginning.
The atmosphere circle was formed involuntarily around.
Student cadres in other universities are somewhat on the sidelines.
But those who couldn't hold the second and third floors quietly came down, and many people watched.
Make the hall on the first floor very crowded.
Everyone is getting closer and closer.
A student cadre with an open-minded, mature and steady attitude nodded to Zhao Dezhu.
Some girls asked the girls curiously, ”which school are you from? Is this your school uniform?”
Feng Xiaoting was too ashamed to say.
Can't hold it down, silly white sweet.
Li Yuanyuan immediately said, ”we are Kaiming southwest city higher technical vocational college!”
Shen Jianing was proud: ”this is our class uniform!”
The surrounding immediately spread like waves: ”Oh! Yes!”
”Higher vocational education, what higher vocational education? I've only heard of Higher Vocational Education...”
”It's similar to vocational high school, but it's no wonder you can get a college diploma in the end...”
”No wonder what?”
”When will the forum of the University Federation come in, even higher vocational colleges, and everyone is a college student?”
”Is Jiangda smashing its own signboard?”
I have never experienced the silly white sweetness of cultural people despise the chain, and my face turns red at once.
Feng Xiaoting wants a crack in the ground.
Chen Yanling's face turned white, but she raised her chin more coldly, ignoring the surrounding voices.
Only Zhao Dezhu's music, from the heart.
Immediately turned to tease the four girls: ”see? See! How bad our school is? Do you understand now? Hahaha, don't think you're great if you hide in school. If you don't learn well, see! See what others think of you!”
The noise around him choked.
Are you... Mad at me?
Will Zhao Dezhu care that the school is despised by a large group of little children?
That's long Chuxiong's bad reputation. It's none of my business.
And the middle-aged people in their thirties and seventies don't care what others think.
In his last life, he ate like a puddle of mud and couldn't wake up. Did he care about the sarcasm brought by envy, jealousy and hatred?
Tickling doesn't count.
Even the words of surprise can touch these girls.
So I don't have to drive a sports car and take it to the night scene.
Feng Xiaoting groaned a little hard, bowed her head and talked in a dream: ”Lao Zhao... I understand, I will try, don't say...”
It feels like the whole person is in a fog of embarrassment.
Chen Yanling's eyes lit up instead: ”thank you, monitor, I understand!”
Two silly white sweet?