Songtaoyuan is a relatively large canteen on the South Campus, with a total of 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. Qi Zheng was sitting next to a large round table, and the dishes had already been ordered.

"Old Cao, I won't drink alcohol at noon today."

Qi Zheng said with a smile: "When we are free one night, let's have a good drink."

Generally, you don't drink alcohol at lunch at work, but you still have to be polite to avoid the other party having any objections.

"If you don't drink, don't drink. We'll have to send the students back later."

Cao Jingjun didn't want to drink because he had a low alcohol capacity.

During the meal, Qi Zheng and Cao Jingjun kept chatting, and sometimes greeted a few students: "Eat, you're welcome, the food in Songtaoyuan is still good..."

The taste is indeed good, more in line with the light taste of eastern Guangdong, but as he ate it, Chen Zhu suddenly discovered that Qi Zheng did seem to have some status at CUHK.

When many young teachers see Qi Zheng, they will come over to say hello: "Chief Qi."

Even those professors and associate professors will smile and nod.

"A realist."

Chen Zhu thought to himself.

Even Cao Jingjun couldn't help but sigh: "Back then, there were six of us in the dormitory, but now you, Lao Qi, are the most powerful."

"Wherever there is."

Qi Zheng said modestly: "If possible, I would like to retire early. I would rather make some tea at home and read a book. Lao Cao, you know I like collecting books the most."

This kind of modesty smacks of hypocrisy, and Chen Zhu often said this before.

"Of course I know this."

Cao Jingjun nodded and said, "You started collecting books everywhere when you were in college. Do you have 10,000 books at home now?"

"More than fifteen thousand volumes!"

There was a kind of complacency in Qi Zheng's tone that could not be concealed.

"Look, look..."

Cao Jingjun retains the habit of a high school teacher. When encountering something, good or bad, he will take the opportunity to educate students: "You should also learn from Teacher Qi in the future, develop the habit of loving reading and collecting books, and improve your self-cultivation..."

Normally, Chen Zhu and the others should respond with a few words at this time, such as "You are full of poetry and calligraphy. No wonder your speech and behavior are full of poetry. We have learned many principles from you..."

Anyway, I just try to make the dining atmosphere as harmonious as possible.

It would be impossible to rely on Deng Qian, Song Shiwei and the others to do this. Chen Zhu fiddled with his chopsticks and was about to do some hard work on his own.

A young teacher came over. He probably heard what Cao Jingjun said, and he said with a smile:

"It goes without saying that Qi Ke is a real scholar. His speech and behavior are full of philosophy. Every time we chat with him, we can always learn a lot of new knowledge."

wipe!

Chen Zhu thought to himself, are there any competitors on this track?

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 type of flattery. He had a social smile on his face and didn't respond much.

"Um……"

Chen Zhu thought for a moment and suddenly put down the chopsticks he was playing with. He waited for the young teacher to stop flattering him and then said, "Teacher Qi has so many books. He must have a beautiful study room at home."

Hey!

This sentence seemed to scratch the most itch in Qi Zheng's heart.

He had long been tired of hearing those words that praised him, and it would not make any waves in his heart, but Chen Zhu's words suddenly made him interested in talking again.

"A few years ago, when I changed my house and renovated it, I reduced the size of the bedroom and specially made a large study room of 60 square meters."

"Lao Cao, let me tell you, I specially went to the manufacturer to customize that bookshelf. I drove 200 kilometers back and forth."

"Now I don't go anywhere when I go home. I just like to stay in the study."

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While Qi Zheng was talking happily, he couldn't help but look at Chen Zhu a few more times.

"A student in our experimental class is relatively safe in what he says and does. He hopes to make it to Qingbei this year..."

Cao Jingjun also introduced that students can talk, and he, as a teacher, will only gain more face.

As for Chen Zhu, he was not in a hurry to explain that he would be admitted to the CUHK in the future.

Some reversals require the bullet to fly for a while;

Some good feelings should be reserved for the right time.

After eating, Cao Jingjun led a few students to leave CUHK. On the bus back, Chen Zhu asked curiously: "Teacher Qi seems to be very respected at CUHK."

"Of course."

Lao Cao, who was about to take a lunch break, opened his eyes, smiled and said, "He is the chief of the Budget Management Department. If you want to do some activities at CUHK, you can't avoid him."

Chen Zhu understood the power of this position as soon as he heard it.

Although the Budget Management Department is not directly involved in student management, regardless of whether you are the student union or the Youth League Committee, if you want to do something, the final application form for funds will fall on Qi Zheng's desk.

"By the way, about Professor Ma Yuan..."

Cao Jingjun had not forgotten Principal He Yong's advice and said to Chen Zhu: "I also asked Qi Zheng today. The professor from the Ma Academy went to the party school to give lectures today. Let's talk about it next time when we have the opportunity."

"Enough is enough."

Chen Zhuxin wanted to introduce me to the professors of the Ma School. I was afraid that after four years of operation, I would really have to stay at CUHK to become the principal.

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After returning to school, since Sunday afternoon was a holiday, I was free to do some activities.

Deng Qian, Kang Liangsong and Sun Xueyong are boarding students and they went to the classroom to review.

Chen Zhu, Song Shiwei and Cheng Mengyi were both day students, so they chose to go home first and then go back to school for evening self-study.

Evening self-study starts at 6:30, and the students who arrived early are usually chatting. Mou Jiawen is talking to the female classmates in the back row about the plot of the popular Taiwanese idol drama "The Prince Turns into a Frog."

Seeing Song Shiwei coming, Xiao Mou immediately left his female classmate and turned to Song Shiwei and asked: "Weiwei, are you having fun today?"

Song Shiwei thought of the library of CUHK. The environment there made him feel comfortable, so he nodded.

"Where's Chen Zhu?"

This is what Mou Jiawen really wants to find out: "Has he confessed anything to you?"

"No."

Song Shi said lightly.

"ah?"

Mou Jiawen was a little disappointed. If Chen Zhu still didn't act after the second model, he might have made a mistake in his judgment.

"So, you guys just participate in the entire event normally?"

Xiao Mou, who had not heard the gossip, was obviously unwilling to give up.

Unexpectedly, when Song Shiwei heard this sentence and was about to do his homework, his pen tip suddenly stopped.

"Huh? Is there something going on?"

Mou Jiawen was as excited as a puppy: "Wei Wei, talk to me quickly, talk to me quickly, please..."

Song Shiwei probably couldn't bear the begging from his deskmate. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Chen Zhu and I want QQ."

"Want QQ?"

Mou Jiawen was stunned for a moment: "Did you give it?"

Song Shi nodded slightly, then shook his head.

"What does this mean?"

Mou Jiawen didn't understand.

Song Shi sighed slightly, put down his ballpoint pen, and briefly explained the process of Chen Zhu 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 was so good at mathematics, couldn't he remember the seven or eight-digit QQ number?

"

"His first reaction was that he couldn't remember it. It was just a sign of weakness. He had already made up his mind to ask for your contact information."

Mou Jiawen raised her eyebrows happily: "What I said before is right, Chen Zhu just likes you, and sooner or later he will start taking action."

It was very rare that Song Shiwei didn't refute like before.

You probably also think that Chen Zhu's behavior is too outrageous. Besides wanting his own contact information, what other reason could there be?

"Actually, I've been keenly aware of it since the first time Chen Zhu stood up for you. The following can be regarded as evidence at best. If he fills out his application form, he will also..."

When classmate Xiao Mou was chattering endlessly.

Chen Zhu also arrived in the classroom at this time. He still remembered important things and came to Song Shiwei's desk, half-bent over: "Did that senior sister join you this morning?"

Song Shiwei took out a sticky note from his pencil case with a line of numbers written on it and said: "That senior sister's QQ."

Song Shiwei probably logged into QQ when he got home in the afternoon and wrote down the number by the way.

"Thank you."

Chen Zhu thanked him, grabbed the sticky notes and left.

Unexpectedly, Mou Jiawen said teasingly from the side: "Chen Zhu, your method of asking for QQ is not very clever."

"What?"

Chen Zhu looked confused.

"Okay! Stop pretending, I don't believe you can't remember these numbers."

Mou Jiawen looked like "I have seen through it a long time ago because I am smart", and waved to Chen Zhu to come over to her.

After Chen Zhu walked over, Mou Jiawen glanced at Song Shiwei quietly, and then said in a low voice: "Next time, just ask for it openly, why do you go through such a long circle? Boys should be more confident, I

Knowing Weiwei, she doesn’t hate you at all.”

"What and what?"

Chen Zhu was confused by what he heard. Just when he was about to continue asking, the "ding ding ding" bell for evening self-study suddenly rang.

Chen Zhu had no choice but to return to his seat, and Mou Jiawen turned around to encourage her in spoken words: "zi ~xin~yi ~dian~"

"I have never felt inferior..."

Chen Zhu was thinking about Mou Jiawen's words back and forth, and suddenly he figured out where the misunderstanding was.

"Do you really remember this?"

Chen Zhu looked at the 7-digit QQ number on the sticky note, suddenly pushed Huang Baihan, waved the sticky note in front of his eyes, and then asked: "Can you remember the seven numbers above?"

"certainly."

Huang Baihan looked at it and replied confidently.

"If you have to eat and chat in the middle, will you be able to remember it a few hours later?"

Chen Zhu asked again.

Huang Baihan bit his nails and thought for a while: "It shouldn't be a big problem."

"So awesome?"

Chen Zhu was a little confused: "Why is my first reaction that I can't remember it?"

"Why?"

Huang Baihan didn't quite understand: "Only those middle-aged men over 35 years old react like this. Their heads are already rusty, but we are fine."

"I see……"

Chen Zhu seemed to understand something. He sat quietly for a while and suddenly slapped Huang Baihan: "Damn it, don't scold me!"

"When did I scold you?"

Dahuang covered the back of his head and said aggrievedly.

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