Lin Weimin felt insulted.

I regard you as my elder brother, but you want to be my father?

We are all revolutionary comrades, so talking about seniority is not bullying others?

Besides, if you are my father, where did you put the teachers?

You deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!

Jiao Yundian was confused and looked slightly embarrassed as he spoke in plain words.

"Well... what Weimin said makes sense, then... then..." He was forced to surrender.

Huang Zonghan said: "We are all classmates, why do we care about the title?"

"That's right!" Lin Weimin immediately reconsidered, "Why do you always worry about so many details? Take a walk, eat, eat, eat is a big deal!"

He dragged several people away, and they couldn't tell each other apart. They just felt that this kid was rebellious and not like a son of man.

When I went out, I met Xiao Lin. He was leading a pretty young woman to the dormitory.

"Hello, teachers!" Xiao Lin said hello to several people.

Jiao Yundian nodded silently.

While everyone was busy lamenting Lin Weimin's youthful talent and pitiful life experience, he was not idle either. He was busy counting stars.

"Hello, Teacher Xiao Lin, are there new classmates?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

This kid really deserves a beating the more I look at him!

"If my son dares to talk to me like this, I will beat him to death!" Huang Zonghan and Guo Yudao trailed behind and secretly bit their ears.

Several people walked to the gate of School D. Xiao Jing, who was in charge of welcoming new students, saw a few people and asked them what they were doing. Lin Weimin said they were going to eat.

This team is well led and people’s hearts can be used!

"That's it, that's it. Teacher Xiao Lin, you take classmate An Yi to work first, and we'll talk later."

Lin Weimin seemed to be taking the lead and directing the horses. The three people standing behind him felt worse than eating shit.

After walking around for a while, he seemed to be familiar with most of his classmates.

There are very few people like Lin Weimin who have no father or mother and still work in rural areas.

Lin Weimin looked at the scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

There are more than thirty students in this period, and it seems that these three are the only ones whose names and works can be counted. Among the remaining people, many are familiar, but their works have not been heard much, such as Tang Kangmei, Jia Dashan, and An Shishan.

"That's right! We workers must have this kind of momentum. Only when we are full can we have the energy to do the revolutionary work well!" Lin Weimin replied cheerfully.

Huang Zonghan sighed with regret, "It's too late, so we should wait until we have a rest before going out."

"Yes, this is Huang Anyi, a classmate from Shanghai." Xiao Lin introduced the woman behind him.

"Gu Hua, you know, "Furong Town". Huang Anyi, "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". Jin Ying, "Girl in the Bath". She later became a leader in the literary and art circles."

"Oh, it's not easy for a child like me to serve the people!" Guo Yudao rarely sighed.

She joked: "The word 'do' for the people is used well, and there is an aura of indomitable progress."

"ah!"

Lin Weimin's eyes suddenly lit up. He had heard of this name before, he must be a great writer.

After hanging out in the dormitory for a while, seeing that the time was almost half past five, Lin Weimin started shouting at the top of his lungs: "Brothers and sisters, it's dinner time, go and cook!"

"Then what..."

After a few people left, Huang Anyi's expression returned to normal, and she looked at Lin Weimin's back in trance.

There are more than 20 students from all over the country, and their professions are also diverse, and overall they are quite respectable.

"That's all."

After such a long journey, this guy should be the youngest writer in this training class. After everyone heard about Lin Weimin's situation, their hearts were filled with sighs.

The taciturn Jia Dashan from northern Hebei, Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing, Ni Zhanheng, a military writer, Huang Shimei from Jichun like Huang Zonghan, Huang Xiaoying, a girl who is still in college...

"How many of you would like to say hello to Mr. Huang?"

There are still two days before the start of school, and most of the students have arrived. Except for one dormitory that is empty, all the remaining dormitories are occupied.

Xiaojing said that there is a cafeteria in the building they live in, which is shared with School D.

Unlike Lin Weimin, a brat like me who looked like a child, Jiao Yundian and others had treacherous faces, and they were all over fifty by visual inspection, so Huang Anyi naturally did not dare to neglect them.

Lin Weimin also wanted to give full play to his warm-heartedness and help Mr. Wang arrange his dormitory, but he glanced at Xiao Lin next to him and felt that he still couldn't deprive him of his tool-like attributes.

"Classmate Huang, you are so sweet, we will be classmates from now on. My name is Lin Weimin, you can just call me Weimin." Lin Weimin will definitely not call himself Xiaolin, forget it if he has the same name, the most important thing is that he is just one generation lower, which is a big disadvantage.

, is not his style.

They are all in their forties or fifties, and they look at Lin Weimin as if they were their own children. How can such an experience not make people feel distressed?

"Oh, okay!" Huang Anyi responded and quickly followed Xiao Lin's pace.

None of the people present could see clearly how Lin Weimin held Huang Anyi's hand.

Lin Weimin responded and finally let go of his hand. Huang Anyi breathed a sigh of relief.

School D is a bit out of the way. There is only one bus No. 18. It would be very inconvenient to go out without the bus.

"Hello, Comrade Weifang."

"Eh!"

Lin Weimin took the lead and walked in front. Behind him, three men in their forties or fifties looked at this kid dumbfounded.

Tang Kangmei is the oldest female classmate. She is thirty years old this year. When we were chatting just now, Lin Weimin learned that she had also joined the team in Longjiang Province before.

It may seem inconspicuous, but compared with the success rate of graduates from major performing schools in later generations, it is already very high.

"Hello, An Yi!"

"The cafeteria opens at half past five," Xiaojing reminded.

There are a total of 34 students in their current batch, both male and female. There are more men than women. There is only one dormitory for girls, and there are seven dormitories for boys.

Huang Anyi quickly bowed, "Hello, teachers."

Several people returned the same way, and it was nearly an hour before they had dinner. Lin Weimin suggested that they go to other dormitories and have a look, which was unanimously approved by everyone.

Lin Weimin said that everyone wanted to go out for a meal. Xiao Lin glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's already past four o'clock, and the No. 18 bus will run out at six o'clock."

"Then let's eat in the cafeteria and treat it as acquaintance with new classmates." Guo Yudao said rarely.

"Teacher Huang, let's go."

The classmates in the dormitory showed their faces one after another.

His enthusiasm caused a blush to appear on the woman's face. She tried to withdraw her hand without any trace, but failed to do so. She could only force herself to smile.

It's not that the three of them didn't want to say hello, it was just that Lin Weimin was too fast and responded too enthusiastically, so it was too late!

"Hello, classmate Huang!"

Everyone laughed loudly after leaving the dormitory door. Eating is eating. This was the first time they heard the term "dry rice". They thought it was very fresh, and the description was so vivid that it could create a picture in people's minds in an instant.

There were more than 20 people walking towards the cafeteria chatting and laughing.

Huang Anyi fell behind. She was still chewing on the word "dry rice" that Lin Weimin said. She felt that these two words were really used delicately. If she didn't have deep writing skills, she would never be able to say such a witticism.

She was once again deeply impressed by Lin Weimin. When they were chatting in the dormitory just now, she mentioned that the novel he wrote seemed to be called "A Penny Matter" and she must read it if she had the chance.
Chapter completed!