The year I met Hu Qi, I remember having a dream.
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At the end of the National Day holiday that year, I had just rushed to the school gate with my bags from home when the president called me: "Jicha, we are having a meeting here, please post the poster you have made to the group for everyone to see."
"Okay, I'm at school. I'll leave my bag and go there."
I trotted all the way from the dormitory to the dance room. When I opened the door, I saw that the ground was full of people.
The president was sitting in the middle talking to everyone. When he saw me coming in, he asked me to sit next to him.
"Everyone has no objections to the poster. You can take it for printing tomorrow." After the meeting, the president and I made an appointment to eat Lanzhou Ramen in a small shop. The president's name is Wang Zhen. He is a Hui nationality and a big man about 1.8 Meters tall. From the day I met him, he has always been round-cut, but handsome, that kind of masculine handsome.
"It's printed in 100 copies, right. And another thing - you asked me to ask about the venue. The teacher was not there last time, so I'll make another trip this afternoon~"
"Okay~ I can rest assured of whatever I leave to you! Alas, I have wanted to hold a street dance competition since I was a freshman. I would invite some of the best masters in the country to be judges. It is very exciting just thinking about it! A few cups of tea, this is my dream for four years in college~" The president sat opposite me and gestured with his chopsticks, his eyes shining and his expression flying.
"Ah~" I thought about what I should pick up, "It's good to have dreams."