"Brother Li, we're here again! Tonight we're just exchanging views—no getting worked up and arguing, all right?"
"Brother Wu, don't go wronging people like that. When have you guys not been the ones to start shouting at me? I'm not someone who likes to argue."
"Yes, yes, yes, us older brothers were wrong. Ever since we graduated, we haven't really argued much. But once we started, we just couldn't stop, hahahahaha."
"Yes, yes, yes. These past few years, even I've felt myself growing more and more old and stale. But after arguing a few times, I tasted the flavor of youth again."
"Hahahahaha, then argue a few more times every day and try to go back to eighteen."
Socializing had always been Li Ye's weak point, so before coming to D School for training, he had prepared himself mentally.
By his estimation, his closed training period would only last two weeks. If he could learn the names of all several dozen classmates, gain a basic understanding of what kind of work everyone did, and exchange contact information with half of them, that would already be quite good.
But who would have thought that because of one article, Li Ye reached that goal within a few days? Moreover, his and Duan Jiajun's dorm room became the place where everyone gathered around the stove for late-night talks. People came every evening, and no one left until midnight.
Of course, these people all claimed that such discussions made them "return to their youth," but Li Ye knew that what they had really caught was the scent of the wind.
The first time Li Ye had come to study at D School, Li Zhongfa had told him to listen carefully in class. The teachers would not feed them nonsense. Two or three casual remarks