Chapter 30 Stop quibbling, you just like Song Shiwei! Songtaoyuan is a relatively large cafeteria in the South Campus. It has five floors. The first three floors are public restaurants, and the fourth and fifth floors are generally only open to teachers. Cao Jingjun led Chen and the others to the fourth floor, where Qi Zheng was sitting at a large round table. The dishes had already been ordered. "Lao Cao, no drinking at noon today." Qi Zheng smiled and said, "Let's have a good drink some night when we are free." Generally, people don’t drink alcohol during lunch, but you should still be polite to avoid the other party from feeling unhappy. "No more drinking, I still have to send the students back later." Cao Jingjun didn't want to drink because he had a low alcohol tolerance. During the meal, Qi Zheng and Cao Jingjun kept chatting, and sometimes called a few students: "Eat, don't be polite, the food in Songtaoyuan is pretty good..." The taste was indeed good, more in line with the light taste of eastern Guangdong. However, as he was eating, Chen Zhuo suddenly discovered that Qi Zheng seemed to have some status in Zhongda. When many young teachers see Qi Zheng, they will come over and say hello: "Chief Qi."
Even the professors and associate professors would smile and nod. “The real power group.” Chen thought to himself. Even Cao Jingjun couldn't help but sigh: "There were six of us in the dormitory back then, but now you, Old Qi, are the best." "Wherever there is." Qi Zheng said modestly: "If it is possible, I would like to retire early. I would rather make some tea and read a book at home. Old Cao, you know that I like collecting books the most." This kind of modesty has a fake taste, and Chen Zhuo used to say this often. "Of course I know that." Cao Jingjun nodded and said, "You collected books everywhere when you were in college. Do you have 10,000 books at home now?" "More than 15,000 copies!" There was an unconcealable sense of complacency in Qi Zheng's tone. "Look, look..." Cao Jingjun retained the habit of a high school teacher. Whenever he encountered something, good or bad, he would take the opportunity to educate his students: "You should also learn from Teacher Qi in the future, develop the habit of reading and collecting more books, and improve your own cultivation..." Normally, they should respond with a few words at this time, such as "A man of culture is naturally elegant, no wonder your words and deeds are full of poetry, we have learned many truths from you..." Anyway, just try to make the dining atmosphere harmonious. It was impossible to do this relying on Deng Qian, Song Shiwei and others. Chen fiddled with the chopsticks and was about to do some hard work himself. A young teacher came over. He probably heard what Cao Jingjun said, and said with a smile: "Needless to say, as the saying goes, a person with knowledge of poetry and books is naturally elegant. Our Qi Ke is a true scholar. His words and deeds are full of philosophy. Every time we chat with him, we can always learn a lot of new knowledge." wipe! Chen Zhuo wondered if there were any competitors in this field. Besides, I don’t want to compete. I really just want everyone to finish the meal happily.
However, Qi Zheng had obviously heard too much of this kind of flattery. He had a social smile on his face and did not respond much. "Um……" Chen pondered for a moment, then suddenly put down the chopsticks he was fiddling with, waiting for the young teacher's flattery to stop, and then said, "Teacher Qi has so many books, he must have a very beautiful study room at home." Hey! These words seemed to have hit the most itchy spot in Qi Zheng's heart. He was tired of hearing those compliments on himself, which did not stir up any ripples in his heart, but Chen Zhe's words suddenly made him want to talk again. "When I moved to a new house a few years ago, I reduced the size of the bedrooms during the renovation and deliberately left a large study room of 60 square meters." "Lao Cao, let me tell you, I had to go to the manufacturer to customize that bookshelf. I drove 200 kilometers back and forth." "Now when I get home, I don't go anywhere. I just like to stay in the study." ······ While Qi Zheng was talking happily, he couldn't help but look at Chen Zhe a few more times. "There is a student in our experimental class who is relatively cautious in what he says and does. He has a chance to be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University this year..." Cao Jingjun also introduced himself. If students can speak, it will make him more proud as a teacher. Chen was still talking, and he was not in a hurry to explain that he would be admitted to CUHK in the future. For some reversals, let the bullets fly for a while; Some good feelings should be saved for the right time. After finishing the meal, Cao Jingjun led a few students to leave Zhongda. On the bus back, Chen asked curiously, "Teacher Qi seems to be very respected in Zhongda." "of course." Lao Cao, who wanted to take a nap, opened his eyes, smiled and said, "He is the chief of the Budget Management Section. If you want to organize any activities at Zhongda, you can't avoid him." As soon as Chen Zhuo heard it, he understood the power of this position. Although the Budget Management Section is not directly involved in student management, no matter whether you are from the Student Union or the Youth League Committee, if you want to do something, the final application for funding will end up on Qi Zheng's desk. "By the way, about that matter about Professor Ma's college..." Cao Jingjun had not forgotten the instructions of the principal He Yong, and said to Chen Zhuo: "I also asked Qi Zheng today. The professor from the School of Marxism went to the Party School to give a lecture today. Let's talk about it next time when we have a chance." "Enough is enough." Chen Zhuo thought that if I could get to know more professors from the School of Marxism, I was afraid that after four years of operation, I would really have to stay in CUHK as the president. ······ After returning to school, since it was a holiday on Sunday afternoon, I had free time. Deng Qian, Kang Liangsong and Sun Xueyong are boarding students, and they went to the classroom to review. Chen Zhuo, Song Shiwei and Cheng Mengyi were all day students. They chose to go home first and then return to school for evening self-study. Evening self-study starts at 6:. Students who arrive in the classroom early are usually chatting. Mou Jiawen is talking to a female classmate in the back row about the plot of the popular Taiwanese idol drama "The Prince Who Turns into a Frog". Seeing Song Shiwei coming, Xiao Mou immediately left his female classmates, turned to Song Shiwei and asked: "Weiwei, did you have fun today?" Song Shiwei thought of the library of Sun Yat-sen University. The environment there made her feel comfortable, so she nodded.
"Where is he?" This was what Mou Jiawen really wanted to know: "Did he confess his feelings to you?" "No." Song Shiwei said lightly. "what?" Mou Jiawen was a little disappointed. If Chen still didn't take action after the second mock test, then it might be that she had made a wrong judgment. "So, you guys just go through the whole event normally?" Classmate Xiao Mou, who didn't hear the gossip, was obviously unwilling to give up. Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Song Shiwei, who was about to do his homework, suddenly stopped writing. "Huh? Is there something going on?" Mou Jiawen was immediately as excited as a puppy: "Weiwei, please tell me, please tell me, please..." Song Shiwei probably couldn't stand his deskmate's pleading, and after a moment of hesitation, he said, "Chen Zhuo asked me for my QQ number." "You want QQ?" Mou Jiawen was stunned for a moment: "Did you give it to me?" Song Shiwei nodded, then shook his head. "What does this mean?" Mou Jiawen didn't understand. Song Shiwei sighed, put down the ballpoint pen, and briefly described the process of Chen Zhuo asking for QQ. "Cut~" After hearing this, Mou Jiawen immediately sneered: "Weiwei, let me tell you, this is just a lame excuse for a man. Even if there was no pen or paper at the time, Chen is so good at math, can't he remember a QQ number with seven or eight digits?" "His first reaction was that he couldn't remember it, but it was just a sign of weakness. He had already made up his mind to get your contact information." Mou Jiawen raised her eyebrows happily: "What I said before was right, Chen Zhe really likes you, and he will take action sooner or later." Very rarely, Song Shiwei did not refute as he did before. Maybe he also felt that Chen's behavior was too outrageous. What other reason could he have other than wanting his contact information? "In fact, I was able to sense it the first time Chen Zhe stood up for you. These things can only be considered as supporting evidence. If he had asked for your help when filling out his application..." When classmate Xiao Mou was chattering non-stop. Chen Zhuo also arrived at the classroom at this time. He still remembered something important. He came to Song Shiwei's desk and half bent over: "Did the senior sister add you this morning?" Song Shiwei took out a sticky note from his pencil case with a line of numbers written on it and said, "The QQ number of that senior sister." Song Shiwei must have logged into QQ when he got home in the afternoon and wrote down the number. "Thank you."
Chen thanked him, grabbed the sticky note and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, Mou Jiawen said teasingly, "Chen Zhe, your method of asking for QQ is not very clever." "what?" Chen looked bewildered. "Okay! Stop pretending. I don't believe you can't remember these numbers." Mou Jiawen had an expression that said "I've already seen through you because I'm so smart" and waved to Chen Zhao to come over to her side. After walking over, Mou Jiawen glanced at Song Shiwei quietly, and then whispered: "Next time, just ask for it openly. Why did you go through so much trouble? Boys should be more confident. I know Weiwei. She doesn't hate you at all." "It does not make sense?" Chen was confused by what he heard and was about to continue asking when the evening study bell suddenly rang. Chen had no choice but to return to his seat, and Mou Jiawen turned around and encouraged him verbally: "zi ~xin~yi ~dian~" "I have never felt inferior..." Chen kept thinking about Mou Jiawen's words, and suddenly he understood where the misunderstanding lay. “Can you really remember this?” Chen looked at the 7-digit QQ number on the sticky note, suddenly nudged Huang Baihan, waved the sticky note in front of him, and asked, "Can you remember these seven numbers?" "of course." Huang Baihan took a look and replied confidently. "If you have to eat and chat in the middle, will you still be able to remember it after a few hours?" Chen asked again. Huang Baihan bit his nails and thought for a while: "It shouldn't be a big problem." "So awesome?" Chen Zhuo was a little puzzled: "Why is my first reaction that I can't remember it?" "why?" Huang Baihan didn't quite understand: "Only middle-aged men over 35 years old would react like this. Their brains are rusty, but we are fine." "I see……" Chen Zhuo seemed to understand something. After sitting quietly for a while, he suddenly slapped Huang Baihan: "Damn it, stop scolding me!" "When did I scold you?" Da Huang covered the back of his head and said aggrievedly. ······ (Please vote, please vote, continue to calmly ask for monthly tickets.) (End of this chapter)