Chapter 2 Beijing, Beijing!

Socialism with Chinese characteristics is mainly reflected in two aspects. One is the crowded flow of people, and the second is the service of thieves. The railway station basically reflects the incisive criticism of socialism with Chinese characteristics.

The crowd came out of the train like ants moving and slowly walked out in a long queue. Countless people in the crowd carried big and small bags in their hands, like hard-working ants.

Of course, Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen are also two of them.

Su Ya Su Xue and Tang Jiajia each carried a schoolbag, which was not small, but it didn't look abrupt. Pan Hongsheng and Zhang Bowen in the back were bitter. Each person carried two large suitcases in his hand, and Zhang Bowen also carried a bag nearly a meter in size. Judging from the volume, the visual impact brought by this brat. The power is absolutely the same as that of ants.

As people flow out of the station, Pan Hongsheng raised his eyelids and saw countless boys holding big or small signs not far away. Some wrote 'Beijing University of Science and Technology Freshmen everywhere', and some wrote 'Novice Reporting Office of Capital University of Economics and Trade'. The names of each brand are different, but there are still certain similarities, all waiting for new They were all old men. They were disappointed to see the beautiful girl go to other schools for a while, and they couldn't see the village cannon young man coming to himself.

"Brother Sheng, I don't think our image will be very good." Zhang Bowen said in a determined tone, pouted at the six words of Beijing Union University not far away, and hesitated to go over.

The young man on the train had already received a phone call from his father. In the end, he finally threw it into the second book. In any case, he asked someone to send his car. Zhang Bowen, who was moved, almost scolded that the old young man must have a conspiracy.

The relationship between the father and son has always been like this. They are straightforward, but they are intimate.

"Then aren't you going to report there?" Pan Hongsheng asked for a moment and looked up and down at Zhang Bowen's costume. His handsome appearance was that his mother's three schoolbags were destroyed, and he was a little uncomfortable.

"Report, if you don't go, you can't take so many things alone." Zhang Bowen hesitated for a moment and decided not to report.

He knew Pan Hongsheng's character. If he walked with these four suitcases and a schoolbag, it must be held by Pan Hongsheng. He knew that his brother Pan couldn't stand the hardships of the girls around him, although this thing was not heavy for Pan Hongsheng.

"It's okay. These kids are all thieves." Pan Hongsheng nodded.

Pan Hongsheng, who has read the information of Tieba before, is very clear about what these 'good-hearted' seniors in front of him are here. In professional terms, it is called wide casting nets and fishing.

It is the truth that the appearance level of newly enrolled girls in each class is uneven, and based on this truth, I don't know from which student union there has been such an activity.

The school voluntarily signed up to pick up the new juniors and girls at the railway station. Of course, everyone scoffed at the beginning of this activity, but gradually found the subtlety here. Basically, every boy who went can catch one or more new freshmen and beautiful women. As for the others, they wait for the start of school. The seniors actually found that all the beautiful women had long been famous, and the remaining group of crooked melons and dates did not even have the desire to pick up.

So from the second school year, a large number of people who enthusiastically signed up to go to the railway station to meet their juniors and juniors almost squeezed their heads. Many people competed for me to get a quota, and then took a dog-like train from their hometown to their own school the week before the freshmen reported. Then put down the things and stick out your tongue like a dog to look for a new life.

"Three schoolgirls, I don't know which school you are from?" Su Ya Su Xue, a pair of sisters, plus Tang Jiajia, such an ice beauty, with a green dress and beautiful appearance. This group of seniors, who had already been watching the fire for a long time, could see at a glance that it must be a new freshman. Immediately, a person came forward and asked.

"Ah? We..." The three women were stunned and subconsciously looked back at Pan Hongsheng. Then Su Xue squeaked and said, "We are freshmen of Beijing Second Foreign School."

"Ah, Beijing Second Foreign School, your school's newspaper is over there. I'm in Beixin University. Our two schools are not far away. Why don't you leave a mobile phone number and help me if you need anything?" The senior's face was dark at first, and then his eyes turned and said immediately.

"I'm sorry, I don't need it, thank you." Tang Jiajia took the words coldly, and then walked towards the exit first, not to the registration office of Bei Erwai at all.

His face was uncertain. The senior snorted softly, sighed and turned his head away. At this time, Pan Hongsheng suddenly said, "Suniversant, where is the Communication University?"

"Huh? I don't know. Ask someone else to go." The senior waved his hand impatiently, obviously immersed in the grief of not having a mobile phone number.

"Oh, let me ask, it's very close from the North Third Ring Road to the East Fifth Ring Road?" Pan Hongsheng said with a smile, and then left directly with his schoolbag on his back.

Go to you. Damn, it's very close. No matter how stupid Pan Hongsheng is, he knows how to look at the map. The straight distance between the two schools is 60 kilometers, which is not far away!

Zhang Bowen behind him also looked at two. The forced eyes glanced at the senior, and then followed Pan Hongsheng.

"Xiao Xue, do you have to learn to refuse others?" Tang Jiajia, who walked in front of her, said in a serious tone, "Beijing is not Jinjiang. I don't know how many red second-generation officials, second-generation rich second-generation rich second-generation, not a small county like Jinjiang. It's not easy for Hongsheng to be in Jinjiang. Do you want him to live so tired in Beijing?"

"No." Su Xue lowered her head and said.

"It's good if you don't think about it. We are outsiders. If something happens, no one will help us except Hongsheng and Bowen. If we can't get into trouble, we won't get into trouble." Tang Jiajia glanced at Pan Hongsheng behind him and whispered.

She is beautiful and naturally charming. Su Xue, who has been spoiled since childhood, is really immature in this respect.

"Hongsheng, let's take a taxi and go directly to Erwai. My school is not far away, but Zhang Bowen is a little tired. Come back and run." Tang Jiajia walked in front and turned around, while Pan Hongsheng nodded gently and motioned for you to arrange.

He was also very satisfied with Tang Jiajia's attitude. Even with his hearing, Tang Jiajia heard Su Xue's words clearly just now. Compared with Su Ya and Su Xue, who didn't care about the world, this woman was obviously much more shrewd.

"Damn, I was born to be a hard laborer!" Zhang Bowen complained a few words, and then followed the end and walked out. Before long, Tang Jiajia stopped two taxis. Pan Hongsheng and three women, Zhang Bowen and a pile of luggage drove in from the ring road and went straight to the East Fifth Ring Road.

Beijing, Beijing!

[Cough, think about the previous pits, dear friends]