Chapter 463 How Many Sisters Do You Know? (Seeking monthly ticket subscription)

Zhang Yunqi's affairs have become a hot topic in the department.

What is strange is that the school has become a coward at this time and has not issued any statement on how to deal with this matter. It seems that it particularly wants to use time to calm things down.

The person involved, Yuan Ye, was lying in the hospital. One of his arms was broken and his body was covered with wounds. Thinking of the scene in the conference room, he was still a little frightened. Humiliation and hatred followed. He kept thinking in his heart that Zhang Yunqi must be severely dealt with this time, otherwise he would never be able to hold his head up in Xiangtan University in this life!
However, the development of the matter was completely different from what he imagined. On that day, the school passed down pressure from top to bottom and asked Yuan Ye to go through civil mediation, which meant that the matter was over and Zhang Yunqi beat him up.

After all, he was considered an official in Hunan University and had a little future. Although this little future depended entirely on the school, it was much better than those who were teachers.

For example, those stubborn old pedants in the Chinese Department of Hunan University have been drinking milk from the arms of the Four Talents of the Early Tang Dynasty, Li Bai and Du Fu, and even the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties for their entire lives in school. The breast milk of the ancients may not be so nutritious now, just like pickles, the vitamin content is definitely not as good as fresh vegetables. However, those old pedants ate it obsessively, and when they were full, they would hold a mouthful in their mouth and feed it to the female college students.

What's the point?

Putting aside idealism and starting from a realistic perspective, those professors spend all day studying Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's affair with an adulterer, and studying whether Li Bai had sexual fantasies when he wrote "The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face". They spend their whole lives struggling with the ancients, and the result is that they can publish articles in journals, be promoted to professors, and eat decently. But since the ultimate goal is to make a living, why take such a painful detour?
It’s different for people like Yuan Ye who are in charge of administration in the school.

Less research, greater achievements, easier projects, easier funding, easier awards, easier respect at academic conferences, easier to stand out in the media. If he doesn't force his way into the field of experts and professors, and works in the school's Youth League Committee for a few years, he could be assigned to a position like deputy county magistrate at any time. In short, in universities in the 90s, professional titles were not as important as official positions, and academics were not as important as administration.

Based on this, Yuan Ye certainly would not ruin his bright future because of this kind of thing. We are all adults, face is important, but in front of the future, it seems to be worthless.

That night, when Huang Nanhua, the dean of the Department of Economics and Management, ran to the hospital to tell him about Zhang Yunqi's affairs, Yuan Ye felt very disappointed. Zhang Yunqi's power was far beyond his imagination, and he seemed to have no choice but to bear the consequences of this matter. Even when Huang Nanhua advised him to apologize to Zhang Yunqi, he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Yuan Ye knew very well that Huang Nanhua's attitude was the school's attitude. There was no way the school would deal with Zhang Yunqi, a young entrepreneur who was destined to earn Xiangda countless reputations, just for his matter.

On the contrary, the school's top brass is now eager to find ways to build and maintain Zhang Yunqi's image as an outstanding student representative of Xiangda University. One of them is to privately arrange for Zhang Yunqi to join the school's Youth League Committee. His position has been decided internally, as the Youth League Secretary of the Department of Economics and Management! If he had not been beaten and seriously injured, the school would definitely have turned around and dealt with him just because he cursed Zhang Yunqi.

this is the truth.

That night, Yuan Ye lay alone in the ward, smoking one cigarette after another silently. The sky outside the window was pitch black.

Zhang Yunqi thought the night was beautiful.

The Mercedes-Benz car crossed the Orange Island Bridge. The solid skyline in the distance was hidden in the colorful neon lights. On both sides was the sparkling Xiangjiang River. The houses along the river were lit with warm lights and filled with people.

Ji Ling was sitting in the back seat holding a cup of coffee. The silver clover pendant on her left ear reflected a faint light. Her eyes were staring at the crowds of people walking along the river, a little dazed.

Zhang Yunqi always felt that this girl seemed a little different from when she was in high school, so he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Ji Ling retracted his gaze and asked, "Why did you hit him?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "In order for you to save the hero."

Ji Ling said, "I've never seen such flattery."

Zhang Yunqi looked at the smile on the girl's delicate face and suddenly felt that the girl from high school seemed to have come back. He said, "The reason is actually very simple. He scolded me. He said that I was emotional or reckless. Many things happen in a split second. By the way, how did you know I was at the police station?" Ji Ling took a sip of coffee and said slowly, "Sister Yang Jin said it. My dad knows everything. Do you want to go talk to him?"

Zhang Yunqi refused: "If I don't go, you will definitely accuse me of being emotional and nagging me. If your mother joins the mixed doubles competition, I will not be able to survive."

Ji Ling uttered a cry: "Are you scared now?"

Zhang Yunqi didn't want to continue the conversation, so he changed the subject and said, "By the way, Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. Are you planning to go home for it?"

Ji Ling asked: "What else?"

Zhang Yunqi said, "Come with me."

Ji Ling said, "Why don't you come home with me to celebrate the festival?"

Zhang Yunqi refused in his heart and shook his head. Then he remembered another thing and said, "By the way, why did you give my phone number to your roommate Zhang Jiaqi?"

Ji Ling said: "She likes you, I am helping her. Did she call you?"

Zhang Yunqi nodded.

Ji Ling became interested: "What did you talk about?"

Zhang Yunqi said: "At that time, I was on my way home after a meeting at the company. I received a call out of nowhere. It took me a long time to figure out it was her. She asked me if I was free. I said it depends on the importance of the matter. She said let's do it next time."

Ji Ling asked: "Will there be a next time?"

Zhang Yunqi coughed twice, and after a while, he said, "Will you feel uncomfortable living in the dormitory? Do you want to stay with me? It's not far away anyway."

Ji Ling said, "Won't that affect your ability to bring girls home?"

Zhang Yunqi said happily: "You know what, recently there is a girl who wants to work at my house to help me take care of the flowers and plants. The girl is a student in our department, very cute, and wants to find a part-time job to earn some living expenses, and she insisted on recognizing me as her brother."

"Zhang Yunqi, one month into the new semester, how many sisters have you met?"

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PS;

Subscriptions are miserable.

A limited free download has made our already poor family even worse off. I have no motivation to write. I have to go to work again. Damn it, I can't stay up late these days. I can't write what I want even if I stay up late. I am in a very bad state.