The previous article continues, and the book continues from the previous chapter. Hu Yiming tearfully applied to the Nanyang Staff Technical College in Conghua, majoring in numerical control. In the first year, dormitory students smoked cigarettes without scruples, forcing him to apply to the school to transfer to the dormitory. After that, he did not get along well with his roommates. He only remembers that he was from Zhanjiang and went out with his girlfriend every now and then. While renting a house, he became an old man before graduation. He went back to his hometown of Wuzhou during the holidays and relayed the story to his grandfather. His response was, "Learn to run before you learn to walk." The only group activity he participated in was that the whole dormitory went to pump oil together before graduation. During this period, Hu Yiming also met a high school alumnus at school and asked if his name was Guo Yongjing? After getting an affirmative answer, there was no response.

The department under which Guo Yongjing joined the school is responsible for providing military training for new students. The school cannot recruit so many soldiers due to its annual expansion, so it will train some current students. What’s funny is that people in this department are so self-righteous that it’s not uncommon to bully new students, and they’re not necessarily polite to their classmates. Hu Yiming is neither shy nor disrespectful towards the CNC Association where he belongs. Sure enough, Guo Yongjing, who is known as "Silly Jing", really entered such a stupid department~

Everyone’s campus life is about 50, and they are all spent dawdling or going crazy every day, and Hu Yiming just started his internship when he was about to enter his junior year.

At that time, an auto parts manufacturer set up a booth in school to recruit interns, so Hu Yiming went to apply. Later, when he arrived, he discovered that the work he was doing was dirty and difficult. It turned out to be an assembly line for auto parts production. He was responsible for pressing molds every day and using measuring instruments to check whether they were up to standard. I had been at odds with my roommate who was a Hakka mountain guy from the same class for almost the whole year of my junior year. I thought about Hu Yiming's rice noodles in school. The campus was quiet, and I would get calls from the rich and powerful families every now and then. Because five of the eight people in the dormitory were Hakkas, they would be isolated if they spoke Cantonese. In addition, the president, whose surname was Zhou Wuchuan, was a native of Huaxin. So I talked to Hu Yiming on the phone just to speak Cantonese. The reason why I actively participated in the activities of the drama group I was in at the time was because someone spoke Cantonese to me.

However, ever since I heard from Hu Yiming that he was making noises, all messages on WeChat have to wait for a month and a half before they are answered. The first reply was "Damn, I'll do it like a dick~", and all the messages after that were sent to me. , the answers I got were all, "Damn, I managed to do it again. Later, during the last summer vacation of college, while he still had vacation, we and I, who had a good relationship, learned that he was dirty and sloppy every day, and it took a lot of trouble to pick up his cell phone. I even He had already gone on vacation a few weeks earlier, and this time coincided with his birthday. He originally wanted to treat me to a guest in Luoxi New City to eat water snake porridge, but I didn't want to go to my grandmother's house. The old man used this as an excuse to reprimand me for not visiting, and I didn't say anything. Zhilan, who was named Wu and was from Tongling, Anhui Province, didn't know where I was, but what I worried about was that she was wandering around, and her shadow appeared like a ghost. Maybe I thought too much, so one of her family decided to hold the birthday party at Jiangnan Kitchen.

Seeing that he was easy-going and easy-going, he had to go to the banquet. After all, I also felt at that time that Wuwei owed such a great favor to someone who met me in my sophomore year of high school and graduated from college with my distinctive personality. So I brought two pineapples that my father bought from Shenwan Town, Zhongshan City. Although they are smaller than the Xuwen pineapples, their skin is thin and juicy and the flesh is easy to extract, as well as some bacon rice dumplings that my aunt had packed and frozen in Taishan in the countryside and sent them as souvenirs for Hu Yiming's birthday. I lost contact with him in the next month and a half, and there was no reply during the period.