After getting off the expressway, the surrounding environment has changed.
High-rise buildings filled my eyes again.
The air is filled with the modern flavor of the city.
After simply finding a fast food restaurant in Kita District and having a quick meal, Minamoto no Yorimitsu discussed the civil service examination with Sakichu Kodou. The latter seemed to have read a lot of information about the examination.
In fact, the popularity of Japan’s public examinations has already dropped.
Whether it is the modest salary or the frequent overtime hours that exceed the limit of death from overwork, they have seriously affected the enthusiasm for applying for civil servants. The application ratio for some more general positions has even dropped to eight to one.
If this were done domestically...
In border areas, the ratio can reach thousands to one.
certainly.
Good jobs in Kyoto are also in demand.
However, Sakichu Koto is quite confident.
Although I don't know why she changed so much overnight, it is better than her original gloomy and directionless appearance. She should be full of ideals and ambitions at this age.
Just like Minamoto Yorimitsu said before.
I can take care of her even if I can't stay any longer.
It’s never wrong to try more.
After sending Sakichu and Koto directly to the hospital, Minamoto no Yorimitsu went straight back to the apartment of Shugakuin. He had to hand in the proposal report for his graduation thesis today.
Although they are in the same class.
However, the thesis was handled by different professional course teachers. It seemed that one teacher was responsible for seven or eight people. Minamoto no Yorimitsu and Kogi Haruaki were in the same group.
When I drove in, I showed my student ID again.
This made Yorimitsu Minamoto feel very troublesome, so he planned to go back to the logistics office to go through the formalities and record the license plate into the electronic identification system at the door.
When I returned to the apartment, it was empty.
Although I had only been away for two days, there was a light layer of dust floating on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu glanced at the end of the room and found that he had forgotten to close the window before leaving. No wonder the room felt a little dusty after just two days.
"Looks like we have to clean up tonight."
He looked away with a headache, changed his shoes, weighed the things in his hands, and entered the door. He put the local products that his mother brought from home everywhere. Minamoto norimitsu sat on the soft sofa, feeling tired.
Driving is a very energy-consuming thing.
Especially today is Monday.
The expressway from the countryside to the city was quite empty, but as soon as we entered the city, the streets became congested, and it took us two full hours to get home.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu glanced at the clock on the wall.
It's already half past one in the afternoon.
After resting on the sofa for a while, I plugged in the kettle and boiled water without any trouble, poured a glass of water and drank it directly.
"This thing..."
Minamoto Yorimitsu's gaze moved downward.
I fiddled with the sack my mother had packed for me with my hands. Inside was a pile of unpeeled corn, with the yellow and green leaves still stained with soil.
Especially since it rained just yesterday.
The soil is moist and has a rich fragrance.
He hadn't eaten corn for a long time, so he happened to have brought a lot of it this time. Minamoto Yorimitsu planned to cook two of them to try in the evening.
But his mind was not on the corn at the moment.
It was something in a linen bag that was packed in a special wooden box by my mother.
Minamoto Yorimitsu took it in his hand, opened it and looked at it.
A ginseng that looks like a radish but has a dark yellow trunk appears in front of me.
It is said that my father dug it a while ago.
His mother claimed that she was very worried about his health and reluctantly gave him this thing. She also said that the effect of this thing was far beyond imagination.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at it carefully.
It was found that some ginseng tendrils had been broken.
Probably already used.
But he thought his father must regret digging this thing.
Maybe you want to stuff it back into the ground overnight.
He shook his head and put this thing away.
After simply resting in the room for a while, he sent a message to Kogi Haruaki, but there was no reply for a long time. Minamoto Yorimitsu was confused for a moment and didn't pay much attention.
I guess I arrived too late because of the traffic jam.
It was okay if he went to hand in the proposal report first.
After simply tidying up the room, Minamoto Noraiguang exported the computer files to a USB flash drive, and then went directly out to print things.
When I was going out, I remembered that there seemed to be no lottery opportunities, and as soon as I thought about it, the roulette wheel appeared in front of me.
[Sin of lust (slight): Lust comes from love that is too strong and immoral]
[Note: A lottery for the Sin of Lust Lower Roulette bonus area is available]
[The rotation of the roulette wheel has ended, please find the corresponding rewards]
[Congratulations on obtaining the skill: your body temperament has increased slightly]
[Rewards have been loaded]
You can only become handsome in this meaningless way.
Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't feel any happiness.
What an amazing state of mind.
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Minamoto no Yorimitsu first went to the printing shop of Shu College to print something, and then went straight to the teacher's general office in the teaching building with the newly printed proposal report that was still warm.
Walked to the door and stopped.
"excuse me."
He symbolically knocked on the ajar door, then stretched out his hand to open the door and walked in. As soon as he entered, he saw many classmates, but most of them were unfamiliar faces, and most of them were girls.
He glanced at the teachers around the circle.
A direction was determined.
He walked to one of the workstations with the report.
ten minutes later.
"Yuan-san..."
Teacher Kitagawa is a middle-aged man with a slightly stout figure. His sparse hair is combed to one side to barely cover his scalp. It feels like a gust of wind will take away the few hairs left.
As the class teacher and part-time teacher, Beichuan Guifeng has a lot of contact with students.
Coupled with his nearly 30 years of experience and his impression of a soft-spoken attitude, his handling of class affairs is also biased and has no airs. He is a very respectable teacher.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Kitagawa?" Minamoto Yorimitsu watched the other party put down the report, pondered for a moment and then asked: "Is this subject not in compliance with the regulations?"
Explain the application of management from the perspective of love.
No matter how I listen to it, I can't relate to it.
To be honest, he himself wasn't even sure.
But Beichuan Guifeng shook his head when he heard this, and waved his hand for him to sit down. Instead of refusing as expected, he looked at him with interest, and then said in a teasing tone:
"This is not against the regulations, but your topic is a bit different. I'm afraid it will be a little difficult to defend it at that time. I have no problem here, but you have to be mentally prepared in advance."
What happened to applying management science to love?
Beichuan Guifeng has been working at Peking University for so many years, and has taught students one class after another. This is attributed to the open concept of local education. He has seen many weird subjects with his own eyes, and the students' imaginations are also big.
Yes, compared to Minamoto Yorimitsu, this is trivial.
Some people apply it to farming at home.
Some are applied to sows giving birth.
It can also be used to wash your feet in Gion.
It was also after becoming a defense teacher that Kitagawa Guifeng's understanding of management was overturned. He understood that everything can be managed. It was because his thinking was too traditional and he should learn from his students.
"I'm confident about this."
Minamoto Yorimitsu said there was no problem.
As long as the proposal report can be passed, it will be fine.
However, before he could come back to his senses, he saw Beichuan Guifeng in front of him with a solemn face, and then said something incomprehensible:
"Classmate Yuan, without talking about the defense in advance, I want to remind you one thing. Although we are writing the paper with a scientific attitude, we should pay attention to some effects when collecting data."
It sounded reasonable if he was right, but when he thought about it carefully, it sounded like nonsense literature, but he always felt that Teacher Kitagawa's tone was weird.
"What do you mean?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu asked tentatively.
"You confessed your love to all the girls a while ago, right?"
Beichuan Guifeng asked simply.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he remembered what happened before, and he said calmly: "Yes."
Seeing him being so direct, Beichuan Guifeng didn't feel angry at all. He just sighed and said seriously:
"Do you know that the impact of this incident is not very good, not only on your personal reputation, but also on other female classmates. Several classmates have already reported it to me, saying that you -"
"Teacher Beichuan, excuse me."
Before Beichuan Guifeng finished speaking, a female voice suddenly interrupted.
The girl who looked sunny and cute came over, took out her mobile phone and handed it to Minamoto Yorimitsu with a smile, then squinted her eyes and whispered:
"Classmate Yuan, can you add your contact information? I seemed to have deleted it by mistake a while ago."
"...Can..."
Minamoto Yorimitsu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the unfamiliar girl in front of him, and hesitated for a moment to enter his account number.
The moment he finished losing his account number.
There was a doubtful voice beside him.
"Classmate Mamei, weren't you..."
Beichuan Guifeng had a look of astonishment on his face.
But before he could finish what he said, the cute-looking girl became anxious, put away her phone and walked away quickly: "Ah? Teacher, what did you say? I'm going to hand in the proposal report first. You and Yuan classmate can chat slowly."
Seeing the cute girl coming and leaving in a hurry, Beichuan Guifeng looked very surprised.
But his eyes moved towards the door.
Then I saw a few other female classmates in the class.
And the sound of their exchanges reached my ears.
"Do you want the contact information for Minamoto Yorimitsu?"
"It's almost here, why did he suddenly become handsome? If I had known he was so handsome before, I wouldn't have refused his confession."
"He confessed his feelings to everyone."
"But as far as I know, they haven't agreed. It's probably because of the rumors in the past. If I add him back now, there should be hope."
"Is it Yoshikawa from the Literature Department? I heard that she has dropped out of school, so it probably doesn't matter anymore."
"Who knows, I didn't notice him before, but I didn't expect him to be so handsome. You said that if you have children with him, your genes will definitely be improved."
"Don't compete with me! I haven't been in love yet!"
"No, no, no, weren't you disgusted with him a while ago? You'd better let me bear the disgust."
"..."
A few girls were chattering at the door of the office. They didn't show the restraint that students do in front of their teachers. This was mainly because they were about to graduate.
But their words attracted a lot of attention.
I just came here to ask for contact information.
Now many people in the office were looking at him, at least he felt that there were seven or eight eyes on his face, including even a female teacher.
Minamoto norimitsu touched his face thoughtfully.
Beichuan Guifeng was sitting there a little messily.
A while ago, you, Mimi Mai, was the one who screamed the loudest. She came to my office and asked why there were such disgusting people in the class. Why did she suddenly change her mind now!?
He came back to his senses and looked at Minamoto Noraimitsu's face.
You probably understand.
I quietly moved the mirror on my desk that I used to comb my hair every day back to prevent the mirror from shining on my fat face.