Chapter 11 How is that possible?
It's only the end of August, and the lingering summer heat hasn't subsided. The sun is so intense you can't open your eyes, and it feels like your neck is being roasted on fire.
Lin Sicheng quickly hid behind the wall and waved back, asking, "Aren't you hot?"
hot.
But compared to the shock in my heart, the scorching heat was so insignificant.
In this society and in this era, the most important criterion for judging a man's ability and earning power is always the same, without exception.
If we have to make a comparison: Li Zhen is a teaching assistant, earning 1,600 yuan a month, which is less than 20,000 yuan a year.
In the field of cultural heritage, her work is enough to make 99% of her senior classmates green with envy.
What about Lin Sicheng?
One feather duster costs 80,000. How much are four feather dusters?
There's simply no comparison.
What Li Zhen found most difficult to accept was the contrast between the rumors and reality.
Rumors say that Lin Sicheng frequently takes leave, skips classes often, and fails several subjects per semester, making him even more of a slacker than a slacker.
In reality, Lin Sicheng, a poor student, can achieve in a few simple steps what a top student like her could achieve in ten or twenty years through hard work.
The impact was quite strong, the feelings were quite profound, and my mind is a bit of a mess.
I can't think about it anymore. If I keep thinking about it, I'll probably start to question the meaning of life.
She took a deep breath and patted Xiao Yuzhu again.
"Ah, senior sister?"
What are you thinking about?
"I was thinking about that expert Sheng: no wonder he was so kind as to remind Lin Sicheng that the item was wrong, he was actually trying to cheat Lin Sicheng out of the Buddha statue?"
Li Zhen was stunned: How come it's different from what I thought?
"Yuzhu, he earned 300,000!"
"I know, but the shock is so profound, and I can't quite understand it, so it doesn't seem strange anymore. Like that expert:"
Even if he's a fraud, surely his status as an expert isn't fake? Why couldn't he discern the value of that Buddha statue after examining it for so long, while Lin Sicheng didn't even take three minutes?
Li Zhen didn't know how to answer.
The thought of Lin Sicheng's age made her feel it was all so unreal.
"Perhaps he is a genius."
"And what about his studies? Was his grandfather a professor?"
"Didn't he say that he's gone astray: he's been putting too much effort into supplementary courses related to appreciation, while neglecting the main subjects!"
Xiao Yuzhu thought for a moment: It seems that this is the only reason left?
The two walked and stopped, whispering to each other, and when they reached the shade, a thin layer of sweat appeared on their foreheads.
"I'm starving! What should we eat?" Lin Sicheng fanned himself with his hand. "Let me make this clear, I don't eat seashells!"
First, it doesn't taste good.
Secondly, if she really goes to Little Shell, this girl will probably have to eat dirt for the next month.
Xiao Yuzhu looked completely bewildered: "You can still eat?"
Why can't I eat?
"Three hundred thousand taels, I'm worried about how you're going to spend it?"
"How else can we spend it?" Lin Sicheng scoffed. "Buy a house and it's all gone!"
Oh right, the house prices in decent locations in Xijing are almost 4,000!
Thinking about it this way, even though Lin Sicheng earned 300,000, it doesn't seem like much.
Xiao Yuzhu immediately stopped arguing: "I want to eat mutton stew, but you have to treat me, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight."
"I'll treat, but could we eat something better?"
"Another serving of cold meat!"
"Tsk, quite promising!"
Xiao Yuzhu gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
Are you coming tomorrow or not?
"I don't have time tomorrow!"
He needs to find a house.
The previous rental apartment was too small and uncomfortable to live in.
Furthermore, I'll be finding more and more things in the future, and I can't possibly sell them all on the spot. It's also inconvenient to carry them home, so I definitely need to find a safer place.
It shouldn't be too far from the school; ideally, it should be right on campus.
But it's estimated that it will be difficult to rent.
While secretly making plans, Lin Sicheng stretched out his hand, and a taxi pulled up to the side of the road.
"Master, Tong Shengxiang!"
...
The paomo (pita bread soaked in mutton soup) was quite delicious, but the portion was too small.
Lin Sicheng ate the huge bowl, the size of a human head, in three bites, almost making Li Zhen and Xiao Yuzhu's jaws drop.
I don't remember having such a large appetite in my past life.
No, it's not that I don't remember, it's that it definitely wasn't that big.
It seems my memory has gotten stronger too?
Even the memory of playing with lighters with Gu Ming when I was a child, and being hung up and beaten by my mother, is still vivid in my mind.
I wonder if it's a benefit of being reborn?
Secretly lost in thought, Lin Sicheng stepped into the school gate.
...
Heritage Institute, Administration Building.
Wang Qizhi looked around his new office.
It's very large, fully equipped with computers and furniture, and even has a brand new treadmill.
Two teachers, a man and a woman, were standing behind me, both around thirty years old.
After thinking about it for a moment, he decided it was best to get straight to the point:
"Teacher Ding, I'm new here and lack experience, so please take good care of the work in the Youth League Committee. Besides, it's just a temporary post, and my focus will still be on teaching, so if you feel it's necessary, you can report directly to Secretary Zhang."
The male teacher was taken aback: even though it was a temporary posting, the rank was real.
Having worked in the college's Youth League Committee for so many years, this is the first time I've seen a new leader planning to quit as soon as he takes office.
But even though it was just a thought in her mind, Teacher Ding quickly replied, "Okay, Secretary Wang!"
Wang Qizhi smiled gently: "Okay, then you go ahead and get busy!"
Teacher Ding said goodbye and then helped him close the door.
Hearing footsteps ascending the stairs, growing fainter and fainter, Wang Qizhi waved: "Let's go!"
"Secretary Wang, where are we going?"
"Don't call me 'Secretary' anymore, it sounds awkward. Call me 'Professor' or 'Teacher' instead!"
Wang Qizhi walked straight out, "Go to the teaching building and ask Secretary Chen about the class schedule for this week."
"Ah!" The newly assigned female teaching assistant was a little confused. "Professor Wang... are you really going to teach a class?"
Wang Qizhi said with a matter-of-fact expression, "What else would I do if I didn't teach students?"
It's also his own fault for not asking beforehand: he was transferred from Baoji because he couldn't stand administrative work. If he had known about this temporary assignment, he definitely would have thought it over.
But his organizational affiliation had already been changed, and it was too late for him to regret it.
We have to find another way.
As he pondered this to himself, he went down the administration building, with the female teaching assistant following behind, looking somewhat bewildered.
The weather was lovely, sunny and bright.
The locust leaves were covered with dew, the air was slightly damp, and carried the coolness unique to early autumn. A few sparrows hopped around, pecking at cypress seeds blown down by the wind.
The students, in twos and threes, were full of energy, sunshine, and youthful vigor.
Wang Qizhi took a deep breath: School is still the best.
If you only do research and teach on the side.
After letting out a few pointless complaints, Wang Zhiqi pondered how to present the facts and reason things out when he arrived at the Academic Affairs Center.
He didn't ask for much; he wanted to first arrange a few open classes to practice and simultaneously apply for research projects.
Of course, this requires going to the school leadership. However, the school shouldn't be pressured; they have existing projects and topics, a clear research direction, and ample funding. The school simply needs to sign off and provide a laboratory.
Wait, why didn't you tell the school leaders on Saturday?
Oh right, I got drunk...
Just as I was feeling frustrated, a somewhat familiar figure came into view, walking unhurriedly toward the teaching building.
Wang Qizhi paused for a moment: it was like the kid who sold him "Yanhuang Chunqiu" last Friday.
Did I mistake it for something else, or am I seeing things?
In the blink of an eye, Lin Sicheng had already entered the building. He quickly pointed and said, "Teacher Feng, do you recognize that student... Yes, he's quite tall, the boy who just went in!"
Teacher Feng squinted and looked at him: "It looks like Lin Sicheng from the senior cultural heritage class!"
It matches up; it's Lin Sicheng.
We verified each other's names when transferring money at the bank, and then exchanged phone numbers.
What did I say at the time? He must be studying something related to cultural relics.
And here we are, running into them as soon as we arrived at school?
How's your studies?
"Not good!" Teacher Feng said bluntly, "He failed several subjects in one semester."
"What?"
Thinking he was surprised that such a student hadn't been expelled, Teacher Feng hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice: "He's Vice Dean Lin's grandson!"
Wang Qizhi was taken aback: Lin Changchang, the former academic leader of the porcelain conservation and restoration program at the Heritage Institute?
That explains why he knows so much; it turns out it comes from a family with a long tradition of scholarship.
Subconsciously, Wang Qizhi recalled the scene at the bank: "You study bronze ware, and you work in Baoji, right..."
Haha...failing several subjects in one semester?
How could that be!
"Let's go to the academic affairs office first!"
Since we're in the same school, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
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