This surprised the old man. Generation after generation of Haiyi Middle School students left, but he was the only one who had remained at Haiyi Middle School for thirty years. He had seen many scoundrels delivering things here, but it was rare to see someone trying to deliver things even after their things were confiscated.
Thinking about it, Uncle Bian said, "This is not a lost and found office. Don't keep sending things here. I'm afraid of trouble."
He said this, but he had already put the cigarette in his trouser pocket.
Chen Tinghan said seriously: "Hey, I knew it, our Mr. Bian loves to do good things."
Uncle Bian scolded with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense. Didn't the new batch of day cards come out today? What's wrong with you?"
In reality, both of them knew what was going on. Day students in both semesters of freshman year were exempt from evening self-study classes. Those who didn't enjoy studying could simply skip classes under the guise of day school and taking supplementary classes. However, in their second year, evening self-study classes were mandatory, and students whose homes were far from the school had no choice but to live on campus.
He had seen many people like Chen Tinghan who used their commuter cards from last semester or even the semester before to get away with something, so asking this question was actually a way to ease the pressure and give him a chance.
He could talk nonsense without hesitation: "At the end of last semester, I hadn't decided whether to continue studying as a day student or to live on campus. I submitted the form late, so I can only get it in the next batch."
"Then you should ask your class teacher for a note. You can pass with a note."
"Oh no." Chen Tinghan restrained his expression awkwardly and said, "I don't get along with our homeroom teacher. You should know him, Liu Huawei from Class 8."
Uncle Bian was stunned for a moment, then spat out the window with a gloomy look on his face, and cursed, "Villain."
In fact, although Liu Huawei's reputation among students is not very good, it is not bad either. It can only be said that it is a very common teacher style. However, the gold medal security guard who has worked longer than many teachers obviously knows a lot of inside information and knows who Liu Huawei is.
"Here's your student ID. Come back before evening self-study to get it." Uncle Bian clearly still didn't believe he was a day student. He said calmly, "If you cause any trouble, I'll go get the Dean of Studies to deal with you."
Chen Tinghan took out his student ID and said, "I'm a very honest person."
Uncle Bian waved his hands and said impatiently: "No matter how dishonest you are, get out of here quickly. Bring something else next time. Who would smoke this thing seriously? It's a weird hoarse voice."
"Okay, sir, I'll leave now."
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Chen Tinghan followed his childhood footsteps, left the campus, and walked on the nearby streets collectively known as "Chengmao", lamenting that time had made the city of Wanghai both familiar and unfamiliar.
A few dozen meters from the school gate, a light rail line will be built in a few years, connecting the city and the county seat. Across the street is a new commercial street, but for now, most of it is empty. A small section is bustling with activity, housing several shady internet cafes hidden deep within. Beyond that, there are small fast-food restaurants run by nearby residents, catering to students from nearby schools.
Although there are two schools nearby, including Haiyi Middle School, and there are many people, the business of these small shops is not very good.
One reason is the influence of creating a sanitary city, and the other is that the two schools are some distance away from this street. Although this "distance" is actually only 50 meters, the problem is that there is a more prosperous and gorgeous commercial street next to the two schools, so close that if you walk from the back, you can step directly into the commercial street.
When I walked into the commercial street after school, I saw a huge crowd of people, which was completely different from the desolate scene. Students were the main force. The junior and senior high school campuses of Haishan Middle School, another school besides Haiyi Middle School, were merged, and it was a private school with a more liberal school spirit. Occasionally, I could see junior high school girls wearing makeup that did not match their age. They were more charming than beautiful.
The sky was dim, and the neon lights on both sides of the street were on early. Walking on the roadside, apart from the occasional smell of rouge, there was the sweet aroma that the dessert shops opened their doors and released unrestrainedly. It was hard to tell whether the cream tasted sweeter or their faces were sweeter.
Chen Tinghan's gaze passed by, but did not linger for long.
No one cares about what happens under the surface of the city, but Chen Tinghan has to care. He has memories of his past life and knows a lot of key information, but if he wants to reintegrate into this era, he needs to grasp the context of this city.
The students couldn't grasp this, and they didn't even know that these connections existed. The ones who were really familiar with the movements of all parties were the old people in the city, such as Uncle Bian. So he actually had many ways to sneak out of the school, but to establish good relationships with these people, he got a package from Xu Jingwen and made some arrangements.
There is another category of drivers, and they are not regular drivers.
On the narrow streets of this modest city, the fastest vehicles aren't cars, but e-donkeys and motorcycles, scattered throughout the streets and alleys, ready to go at a moment's notice. The minimum fare is five yuan, the maximum is thirty, and you can go anywhere in the city.
Motorcycle taxis don't have licenses, but their numbers far outnumber those of regular soldiers. The information they circulate is complex and vast, and City Mall, a bustling shopping district nestled among schools, offices, and shopping, is also a favorite gathering place for them.
Walking all the way from the back of the business district to the front, you can see a long queue lined up on the ramp at the door, soliciting customers. It can be said that it is a riot of demons.
Chen Tinghan grabbed his messy bangs and pulled them into a small ball - he was a little hesitant.
He had information to obtain from motorcycle taxi drivers, but although this was not like looking for a needle in a haystack, it was just a matter of luck, and he might even be targeted.
But after a moment, he stopped hesitating. Those who possessed a foresight about the future but remained silent and stood by were called charlatans. Chen Tinghan didn't want to be a charlatan; he wanted to take action.
Although he said he was taking action, in fact Chen Tinghan simply stood forward and waited for those people to shout and approach.
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