Chapter 190, The Return of the Dragon King - Old Shen! (Subscribe)

The other side.

Shen Qiushan drove straight to his old lover's house.

This is the first time Shen Qiushan has come here since he went to college.

It's just like the old saying goes.

It feels like a long time since we met.

Shen Qiushan worked hard to make up for the missed classes!

The wind and rain stopped.

The bed returned to peace.

Shen Qiushan lit a cigarette silently.

Chen Xiangyu took a long time to calm down before lazily turning over: "How is college life?"

"It's great. Being with young people every day makes me feel a lot younger!"

"You really are getting younger and younger. You don't look like people of our age at all."

Chen Xiangyu expressed her sincere emotion. She actually had a say in this matter.

Shen Qiushan chuckled. In fact, even young people couldn't compare to his physical condition.

After all, he is a man with cheats!

"Have you read the message in the high school class group?"

"Shi Dehai is organizing a 20th anniversary party for our graduation. Are you going?"

Chen Xiangyu changed the subject.

"No."

"There's nothing to gather for!"

Shen Qiushan exhaled a puff of smoke.

The so-called class reunion has long since changed its meaning. It is nothing more than a battlefield for some successful students to show off.

It also provides an opportunity for men and women with ulterior motives to have sex.

Shen Qiushan went to a class reunion once and never went again.

Although he has now become the best student among his high school classmates, he simply doesn't bother to pretend.

There is no point and it just wastes time.

"I knew you wouldn't go. Shi Dehai and the others @ed you several times in the group chat, but you didn't say anything."

"I had already closed the class group and didn't even check the messages."

Shen Qiushan shook his head gently.

When he was driving a taxi and delivering food before, no one actively sought him out.

After being out of touch for many years, there is no need to continue contacting.

As Shen Qiushan was thinking, his cell phone suddenly rang. Someone applied to add him as a WeChat friend through the high school class group.

Shen Qiushan took a quick glance and saw that it was Shi Dehai, the monitor of his high school class back then.

Before Shen Qiushan became a famous writer, Shi Dehai was considered the best among his high school classmates.

Over the past many years, the two had no interactions, and Shi Dehai had never taken the initiative to look for Shen Qiushan. The two weren't even WeChat friends, but this time he took the initiative to add him as a friend.

"Speak of the devil and he will appear!"

Shen Qiushan sighed.

"Shi Dehai?"

"Um."

Shen Qiushan nodded and passed the other party's friend verification.

We are classmates, so it’s not necessary for me to not even add you as my WeChat friend.

[Lao Shen, classmates are talking about you in the group]

[They said they would ask you, the great writer, for your autograph and take a photo with you at the party tomorrow! ]

After passing the friend verification, Shi Dehai immediately sent a message in a very familiar manner, and also implicitly invited Shen Qiushan to attend the class reunion.

Tomorrow your classmates all want to ask you for autographs and take photos with you. Do you want to go?

But Shen Qiushan didn't buy it at all: I've been busy with work these two days and can't spare the time to attend, so please help introduce it to the classmates!

Shi Dehai seemed to have anticipated that Shen Qiushan would not go at all, and he immediately replied: Okay, it's normal for a great writer to be busy. Let's make a separate appointment another day. I'll treat the great writer Shen for a drink!

Shen Qiushan replied perfunctorily with an "OK" and put the phone aside.

"This Shi Dehai just wanted to add me on WeChat under the pretext of a class reunion."

Seeing Shi Dehai's reply, Shen Qiushan had already guessed his main intention. It would be better if he could attend the class reunion. If he couldn't go, he could just use this as an excuse to add a friend so as not to be too utilitarian.

"Shi Dehai seems to be setting up an MCN company recently. He probably wants to take advantage of your traffic."

Chen Xiangyu guessed.

Shen Qiushan shook his head gently, and sighed silently in his heart: It is true that when you are poor in a busy city, no one cares about you, but when you are rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives!

The next day.

Chen Qiushan, who had finally come here, was dragged by Chen Xiangyu to do morning exercises again.

After exercise.

The two had breakfast together again.

Only then did Shen Qiushan leave his old lover's house.

Today is the last day of the National Day holiday. Shen Qiushan went home to pick up his two children and returned to Sanjiang University.

Through communication with Liu Hongyu, the vice president in charge of logistics, Shen Qiushan asked for a bed for his son Shen Yixiao on the first floor of their dormitory building.

In this case, there is no need to climb stairs, and there are elevators in the teaching building, so it is not difficult for Shen Yixiao, who has an electric wheelchair, to go up and down the stairs.

However, there was a small episode.

The dormitories on the first floor were all full, so Liu Hongyu simply let Shen Yixiao live in the dormitory of the dormitory manager.

The dormitory manager lives in a two-room apartment. The outer room is where he usually works, which is also the entrance to the dormitory.

The inner room is a bedroom of about 20 square meters with two single beds.

The conditions are better than those in normal student dormitories.

However, in the next month, Shen Yixiao had a 62-year-old roommate!

Because he lived in the dormitory of the dormitory manager, he got the nickname "Uncle Shen".

Of course, this is a later story.

After settling Shen Yixiao, Shen Qiushan went to the commercial street at the back door of the school.

There is a bar for sale here. Before going to the capital, Shen Qiushan had already contacted the owner of the bar.

He wanted to sell the bar so that Lin Xiamo would have a fixed place to sing.

It can be considered as paying for Lin Xiamo's dream!

However, having said that.

If Lin Xiamo were to be a resident performer at the bar, it would be a sure win.

Therefore, the saying of paying for dreams is not particularly accurate.

The bar owner is a man in his forties. He used to be the guitarist of a little-known band. After the band disbanded, he ran to the university town and opened a small bar.

According to him, the reason for selling the bar was not due to poor management, but because his marriage had problems and he had no intention of continuing to run it.

Shen Qiushan was now wealthy and powerful, so he bought the bar without much bargaining.

After learning from the boss that the landlord was interested in selling the shop, Shen Qiushan simply bought it.

Half a day.

Shen Qiushan directly spent more than 7 million!

This bar now completely belongs to him, and even if it becomes popular in the future, he doesn't have to worry about the landlord raising the rent.

The original name of the bar was "wine red"!

Shen Qiushan plans to change his name, but he hasn't decided on a name yet.

In fact, this bar could be opened directly after taking over, but Shen Qiushan still planned to make some adjustments to the interior decoration, the most important of which was to change the plaque and various logos.

Coming out of the bar, Shen Qiushan silently pondered over the naming and decoration.

But when passing by a milk tea shop, he saw a familiar figure.

I saw a little mushroom-head busy behind the bar.

Shen Qiushan hadn't looked at the little mushroom-head for many days. He walked into the milk tea shop with a smile.

Hearing the voice of "Welcome" at the door, Xu Loquat looked up and was about to say hello.

When she found out that the person coming was Shen Qiushan, she was stunned at first, and then a surprised smile appeared on her little face: “Uncle Shen!”

"Why are you here?"

“Just passing by.”

“When did you start working?”

"I haven't heard you say that!"

Shen Qiushan asked as he looked at the price list in the store.

"After the military training is over."

Xu Loquat replied truthfully.

"When do you get off work?"

Shen Qiushan asked again.

"I'm an hourly worker, and today I told the store manager that I'll work until eight o'clock."

Xu Loquat said in a low voice.

"Eight?"

Shen Qiushan glanced at the time. It was just past four o'clock. He had originally wanted to take Little Mushroom Head out for dinner.

As a result, she still had nearly four hours before she got off work.

"Can I quit this job at any time?"

Shen Qiushan asked again.

"It should be possible."

Xu Loquat nodded.

"Then you can quit your job after today's work and work for me from now on."

Shen Qiushan said with a smile.

"ah?"

Xu Loquat looked at Shen Qiushan in surprise, his eyes full of confusion.

"I bought the bar next door."

"Go help out in the bar when you have time."

Shen Qiushan didn't keep anyone in suspense and spoke directly.

"oh!"

"good!!"

Xu Loquat responded and then nodded heavily.

Shen Qiushan asked her to help out at the bar, and it was impossible for the little mushroom-head to refuse.

"Okay, keep busy!"

Shen Qiushan waved and prepared to leave.

At this time, the little mushroom head hurriedly called him: "Uncle Shen, wait a moment."

"Anything else?"

Shen Qiushan looked at Xu Loquat in confusion.

"I'd like some milk tea, please!"

As he spoke, Xu Loquat quickly made a cup of Yangzhi Ganlu, and then handed it to Shen Qiushan: "Here, this is delicious."

“Really?”

Shen Qiushan smiled and took the mango sago handed to him by Little Mushroom Head and took a big sip with a straw.

“Isn’t it delicious?”

Xu Loquat tilted his head, his big eyes full of expectation.

It seems to be saying: Praise me now!

“Yeah, not bad!”

Shen Qiushan gave Xu Loquat the feedback he wanted, then strode out of the milk tea shop with the Yangzhi Ganlu.

Xu Piwa's eyes were always on the tall figure until he disappeared from his sight, then he withdrew his gaze.

"Loquat, was that person just now Shen Qiushan?"

At this time, the female clerk who was busy on the side came over to Xu Loquat.

"Yeah!"

"Oh my god, you actually know him!"

"Great writer Shen, winner of the Nebula Award! The news said a few days ago that the film and television rights to The Three-Body Civilization were sold for 250 million!"

The female clerk sighed, then said rather depressedly: "I didn't dare to recognize him just now. I should have come over to take a photo earlier."

Xu Loquat didn't say anything, but felt that the light of this Uncle Shen was becoming more and more dazzling.

on Monday.

The National Day holiday is over.

The students started class.

Shen Qiushan slept in the student dormitory last night.

Early in the morning, he and his three roommates went to the teaching building to attend class.

"Oh my god, it's so lively!"

"What's going on today?"

"What else could it be? It's the club's recruiting day!"

The small square in front of the teaching building is very lively today. Various clubs are competing with each other and decorating their own booths beautifully.

Shanghai young masters Bao Beibei and Feng Sicong were attracted by the senior schoolmate who was wearing cool clothes and showing her long legs, and they slowed down their pace.

“The street dance club is great!”

“I want to learn street dance!”

"No, the drama club is also good, um, very good..."

Bao Beibei's eyes wandered around as he sighed.

Feng Sicong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Beibei, you can't just say which club is better based on which senior has longer legs!"

"Bah, you're the same!"

Bao Beibei glanced at Feng Sicong with disdain, then smoothed her hair with her hands: "I want to learn street dance!"

After saying that, he strode towards the street dance club.

To be precise, he walked towards the senior schoolmate who was wearing denim shorts and showing off her long white legs.

But, less than a minute.

He came back with his head hung.

"Master Beibei, what's wrong?"

Feng Sicong, who had already guessed the result, asked knowingly.

"I don't want to learn hip-hop dance anymore."

“I’m going to act in a play!”

Of course Bao Beibei couldn't say it because the long-legged senior girl thought he was too fat.

"Let's go to class first!"

“I’m almost late!”

Feng Sicong shrugged. In fact, he was also very interested in those senior girls who showed off their long legs, but the difference between him and Bao Beibei was that he was very self-aware.

Knowing that there is no hope if I go there, I might as well just take a look and feast my eyes.

"Old Shen, why don't you join a club and have some fun?"

Feng Sicong approached Shen Qiushan and asked.

Shen Qiushan shook his head. He had no interest in these clubs in the university. In his opinion, they were too childish.

At this moment, a man and a woman trotted up to Shen Qiushan.

It was obvious that these two people were students, but it was also clear that they were not freshmen.

"President, you finally showed up!"

"We've been waiting for you all morning!"

The boy with semi-long hair and a literary air said excitedly.

"Uh, President?"

Shen Qiushan looked at the boy with a rather artistic air in confusion: "What president?"

"Did you recognize the wrong person?"

“That’s right!”

“Aren’t you Teacher Shen Qiushan?”

The girl with bangs and a little white dress took over the conversation.

"I am Shen Qiushan."

"Yes, that's right!"

The girl said with a smile: "My name is Zhang Qianyi, and I'm the vice president of the school's literature club. This is Liu Fang, also the vice president of our literature club."

"Originally, the new president was to be chosen between the two of us, but we feel that no one is more suitable than Teacher Shen to be the president of our literature club!"

"So, we unanimously nominate you as the new president of our literature club!"

The girl named Zhang Qianyi explained why she wanted to call Shen Qiushan president.

The boy named Liu Fang also nodded repeatedly: "Teacher Shen, please don't postpone it!"

"Our Sanjiang University Literature Club can't do without you!"

Shen Qiushan looked at the two sincere and immature faces in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I was a little speechless, but also found it a little funny.

The sudden appearance of the two and the sudden appointment of him as the president made Shen Qiushan feel like "the return of the Dragon King".

Just when Shen Qiushan was hesitating whether to take on the position of president of the literature club.

Two long-legged senior sisters that Bao Beibei and Feng Sicong liked came up with smiles on their faces: "Teacher Shen, you're finally here!"

"We've been waiting for you!"

"Well?"

The corners of Shen Qiushan's mouth twitched: "Which club are you from?"

"Teacher Shen, we are from the pop music club."

"Your song 'Red Rose' is simply divine!"

"We would like to invite you to be the president of our pop music club!"

(End of this chapter)