Chapter 6: Literary Master, Literary Master
The next day.
Just after half past eight, there was a knock on the door.
The hot-tempered Yang Zhicheng buried his head in the quilt and called Zhang Jianxian, whose bed was closest to the door: "Ah Xian, open the door."
Zhang Jianxian finished his work yesterday and read a novel on his mobile phone until dawn. He was sleeping soundly at the moment and had no intention of waking up, but the knocking on the door continued.
"Damn it, there's something wrong with you !" Yang Zhicheng got angry and yelled at the door.
A loud voice came from outside the door: "Students, please open the door. The student union is checking the dormitories."
The name of the Student Union had little deterrent effect on the sophomore veteran, but he was still quite cautious at this time. When Yang Zhicheng heard the person outside the door reveal his origins, he immediately lost his temper and prepared to get out of bed and open the door.
"Old Yang, go to sleep. I'll open the door."
Yang Zhicheng had just put on his glasses when Liang Fei, who was dressed neatly, went to open the door.
Two student union secretaries walked into the dormitory in a serious manner, went straight to the trash can and looked inside, then looked around carefully, then frowned and looked at each other.
When did the boys' dormitory become so clean?
Oh yes, it is said that some girls’ dormitories are even dirtier than boys’ dormitories.
Liang Fei sat in his seat and looked at the two officers with a smile: "Senior, are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's okay, keep it up." The two staff members did not dare to find fault with it. After it was not in accordance with the rules for two people to come to check the dormitories early in the morning, and they were afraid of angering everyone.
"That's good." Liang Fei nodded, sat down at the desk, prepared some grid paper, and started working on it.
An officer asked curiously, "Junior, are you working so hard so early in the morning?"
Liang Fei said without even raising her head: "Oh, I am going to participate in the essay contest held by the school recently."
The two officials looked at each other, nodded, and left without saying anything. Before leaving, they considerately left the door ajar.
It can be said that students from prestigious schools do have some manners and they do not forget to be polite even when finding fault.
After seeing off the student union secretary, Liang Fei began to conceive the article.
Liang Fei was a unique person back then. He graduated from Minghai University with a master degree in communications engineering. After graduation, he took the provincial exam and successfully entered the provincial government. Before joining the job, he returned home.
Old Man Liang took great pains for his son's future and specially invited the county magistrate to teach Liang Fei the ways of officialdom. As a large local breeder, the county magistrate still gave him some face and gladly accepted the invitation.
After three rounds of drinks, the county magistrate who had come from the provincial department with a rich resume said to Liang Fei earnestly: "Go write materials, stay close to the leaders, don't do technical things."
Liang Fei regarded this as the truth. During his several years of work, he relied on his professional knowledge to write many high-quality materials. Some of them were even included in the provincial internal reference materials, and he was successfully seconded to work in the General Office.
Liang Fei had a good understanding of the senior leaders' strict requirements on materials, and as a result, he was able to write good articles.
The essay writing competition within the campus was a big success, which was much easier than asking Nian Huaishi to wear JK and dance for him.
Just as Liang Fei was writing furiously, his cell phone vibrated.
Nian Gao: [Latest news, the student union conducted a surprise inspection of dormitory hygiene today.]
Liang Fei was somewhat annoyed by her interruption, and the words she typed out were also full of emotion: [It's been more than half an hour since they left. If you had passed the message, I would have been notified to the whole school long ago. ]
Nian Gao: [Why are you being so fierce? Delete the photos. I won’t show them to you anymore. ]
Liang Fei: [Just delete it, I’ve already had fun.]
Ignoring Nian Huai's poem, Liang Fei spent the whole morning carefully carving it. He carefully reviewed the finished article and sighed: "A literary giant, he is simply a literary giant. Even a literary giant can hardly describe Laozi's talent."
Put the manuscript into the envelope and go to the Youth League Committee's office.
Before leaving, Liang Fei looked at his roommates who were still lying on their beds and asked, "I'm going to go out for a while, what do you want to eat?"
"Chicken chop rice, thank you Xiao Feifei."
"I want to eat fish-flavored shredded pork rice!"
After listening to this, Liang Fei smiled and said, "You guys are dreaming. Keep thinking. I'm going to have lunch with Nian Huaishi. 886."
"The early bird catches the girl. You have to understand this."
After saying that, he pushed the door and went downstairs.
The Youth League Committee is located on the third floor of the administrative building. This is also the place where the student union cadres come and go the most. Several Youth League Committee teachers bring a large group of free laborers who are almost on call at any time and are very useful.
According to the location posted on the forum, Liang Fei came to an office, knocked on the door, and said politely: "Hello, teacher. My name is Liang Fei. I am a sophomore majoring in communications engineering. I signed up for this essay contest."
In the office, several student union cadres were busy with their own things. A female teacher who was not outstanding in appearance but had an elegant temperament was writing something with her head down. When she heard the noise, she looked up, glanced at Liang Fei, and pointed to another empty desk: "Fill out the registration form yourself."
After that, the female teacher went back to her own business. After a moment, she suddenly looked up and asked, "What's your name?"
Liang Fei was writing her personal information on the registration form and submitting her manuscript. After hearing what the female teacher said, she turned around and said with a smile, "My name is Liang Fei."
"Oh, you are Nian Huaishi's boyfriend."
The female teacher became interested and moved a little. Her thighs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings under her skirt shone a little in the sun. "He's quite handsome. No wonder he was able to win the title of Minister of Culture and Arts."
"Hey, I can't do anything if you keep pursuing me." After handing in the manuscript, Liang Fei took the initiative to walk up to the female teacher and glanced at the nameplate on her left breast.
The female teacher's name is Qin Yi.
Qin Yi burst out laughing after hearing this: "So what the kids said is true, and Nian Huaishi is the one who pursued you?"
Liang Fei sighed and said helplessly: "Her appearance disrupted all my plans. I originally wanted to study hard in college without distractions."
At this time, Lin He walked into the office with a pile of materials and happened to run into Liang Fei and Teacher Qin talking and laughing, having a lively conversation.
"Xiao Lin, your dream lover has been snatched away." Qin Yi smiled and teased Lin He when she saw him, "Be generous and help him get the registration procedures for the essay contest."
It is no secret in the Youth League Committee and the Student Union that Lin He likes Nian Huaishi , everyone knows it.
"Thank you for your help, senior." Liang Fei handed the filled-in application form and the envelope containing the manuscript to Lin He without saying anything more to him.
"Goodbye, Teacher Qin." After saying hello to Qin Yi, Liang Fei left the Youth League Committee office.
Lin He said nothing. He sat down and began to sort out the submissions he had received. He was the first reviewer and was mainly responsible for checking if any students were being weird or submitting some strange stuff. If so, he would filter them out to avoid the professors cursing when grading them.
Pulling out Liang Fei's manuscript, Lin He glanced at it quickly, then frowned slightly.
Qin Yi glanced at him and asked with a smile, "Xiao Lin, how is your rival's writing ?"
Lin He suppressed his surprise and pretended to continue reading the manuscript. He replied, "It's not bad. It's average among the manuscripts I've received so far. It should be difficult for it to win an award."
Qin Yi stood up and walked over when he heard that. Lin He was a little panicked. He thought Qin Yi wanted to read Liang Fei's manuscript.
Qin Yi was admitted to the School of Literature of Renmin University at the age of sixteen. She has a very high level of literary attainments and she is a connoisseur.
When Lin He saw that Qin Yi picked up Liang Fei's registration form, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Communications engineering major?" Qin Yi put down the registration form and returned to her office. "I guess the most important thing is participation. For essay competitions like this, the top three places are always taken by students from the Chinese Department."
"Yeah, as freshmen, we are new and curious about everything in college." Lin He followed.
Qin Yi answered a phone call, put away the materials on the table, stood up and said, "Xiao Lin, I'm going to a meeting. Please work hard and organize the manuscript. This time, Principal Yu will take the lead and the school leaders will personally review the manuscript. Hurry up."
"Okay, don't worry, Teacher Qin."
After standing up and watching Qin Yi leave, Lin He sat down again, took out Liang Fei's submission, read it again, and then crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
