Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 120, Section 118: Circulated Goods
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With her phone screen still lit up, Shen Yunrong looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed, and carefully examined the student in front of her from top to bottom.

How long has it been since Director Kong approved the office space for him?

Did I hear that right?

Is the turnover about to exceed 600,000?
Is this still the kind of college student entrepreneurship I remember?
Shen Yunrong subconsciously crossed her arms, pushed up her frameless glasses, leaned forward slightly, briefly glanced out the window, and then refocused on Zhou Mingyuan.

Cicadas chirped and birds sang outside the window, while college students hurried along the shore of Nanhu Lake.

She couldn't help but sigh.

In this city teeming with talent and ambition, young people flock in like a tide, but a few years later they may not be able to stay.

Competing on academic qualifications, government job opportunities, positions in large companies, and family background.
The waves never stop changing.

As a college counselor working a typical 9-to-5 job, Shen Yunrong never thought that college students starting their own businesses was a reliable thing.

But this time she discovered that she might be trapped by outdated ideas.

"Yes, that's the number."

"Then your project should have an opportunity."

Shen Yunrong quickly adjusted her mindset, looked at Zhou Mingyuan with new respect, sat up straight, and revealed a smile.

"If you have the opportunity to apply for the school's entrepreneurship fund, go back and organize your results and data, and polish a high-quality PPT. Next month, the college will help you push it forward."

"Thank you, Teacher Shen."

Zhou Mingyuan grinned, as if he were very familiar with the rules of high school, pulled his chair closer, and continued to ask.

"If I'm reporting the project results to the school, would it be convenient for my supervisor to write your name on the report?"

"Write about me?"

Shen Yunrong was taken aback, her eyes blinking, a hint of surprise appearing in her otherwise gentle and refined demeanor.

Normally, the research or entrepreneurial achievements of students are attributed to various professors, lecturers, and colleagues.

This was the first time that counselor Xiao Shen had ever received an application, and she was somewhat flattered.

Is this appropriate?

She cleared her throat and pressed on without changing her expression.

Although everyone knows that a mentor is someone who is nominally a guide, in the context of entrepreneurship, a mentor is nothing more than a personal signature on a project proposal.

In fact, it was just an ordinary nominal appointment.

It's just a nominal position.

Excellent entrepreneurial projects will not profit more simply because of a teacher's guidance.

But the mentors are different, and outstanding entrepreneurial projects are real achievements!

Should we be evaluated for excellence at the end of the year?
Will I be given priority for promotion and salary increase?

Mass entrepreneurship and innovation is the current national policy. Who knows, maybe the students will really make a name for themselves, and wouldn't I be riding the wave to the top—winning without lifting a finger?
"Suitable."

In the blink of an eye, Shen Yunrong had already thought of a whole bunch of things.

Zhou Mingyuan nodded vigorously, still wearing a sincere smile.

"Teacher Shen, could you send me a few PPT templates for presentations? I'd like to know what layouts and styles the school leaders prefer."

"Okay, I'll help you look for it."

It's strange to say.

Ever since Zhou Mingyuan stepped into the office, the pace of the conversation seemed to be entirely under his control.

The two chairs were very close together. Shen Yunrong unlocked her phone, switched to the work group she used to transfer files, and her delicate fingertips swiped across the screen.

Behind the counselor, the man's eyes narrowed slightly.

In a fleeting glance, Zhou Mingyuan seemed to see a rather familiar interface.

Seems to be.
Social software?

When Zhou Mingyuan stepped out of the law school's main building, it was already time for get out of class to end, and he walked towards the cafeteria with his roommates.

Shen Yunrong successfully found several standard presentation slides and sent them to him on WeChat. At the same time, she also accepted Zhou Mingyuan's invitation to help oversee the following matters.

For example, the report materials for innovation and entrepreneurship, the completeness of the PPT, and how to apply for policy benefits as much as possible.

As for the other matter the counselor called him over
According to Shen Yunrong's private understanding, Jiayuan Media, an MCN company from the neighboring college, has a very strong presence, having signed up for several programs at the freshman welcome party.

The law school has MCN companies, but they haven't made a splash at all.

The difference was obvious in comparison, and out of good intentions, she naturally called Zhou Mingyuan over to ask him.

However, after learning about Jieyou Media's revenue, these things became insignificant.

The path near South Lake was bustling with people. Even though it was the end of October, many girls still held up their parasols to keep their skin fair.

On their way to the cafeteria, the boys from room 501 walked side by side, chatting as usual.

"Hey, Lao Zhou!"

Cai Zhipeng took a deep breath, letting the fresh scent of Nanhu Lake fill his nostrils: "What does Teacher Shen want with you?"

"We've been chatting for most of the class and you're nowhere to be seen."

Zhou Mingyuan smoothed his hair: "She asked me to bring my company's employees to the New Year's Eve party, just like Jiayuan Media did."

"Damn it, there's no one else in the company suitable besides Nuonuo!"

"Hahahaha"

Upon hearing this, her roommates all laughed: "Is the senior going to host the event?"

"It seems you'll have to handle this yourself."

"But speaking of which, have you noticed that our teacher Shen is actually quite good-looking?"

Yu Feiyang was halfway there when he suddenly said this.

"She has great taste in clothes, and her temperament is gentle and elegant. Look at how she talks to others; she's so kind and gentle, and her eyes are like those of an older sister! I love her!"

"If I were ten years older, she would be my new target."

"what?"

Cai Zhipeng almost choked: "Is it possible that she's already married?"

"No, no, no, I don't think so."

Zhou Mingyuan shook his head, his expression resolute.

"That's probably impossible."

Instantly, the three brothers' eyes snapped over, and after a moment they asked, "Why?"

"She's definitely unmarried; she's too tense."

"Tight?"

Cai Zhipeng didn't quite understand.

"Married people often have a sense of complacency."

Zhou Mingyuan added, "Of course it's not a derogatory term; it refers to a very relaxed style of dressing, where comfort is the priority."

“The other teachers are dressed very nicely too, not sloppy at all.”

Yu Feiyang also turned his head, looking puzzled.

"No, no, no, it doesn't mean sloppy, it's a feeling."

"It means that married women are unlikely to deliberately tighten themselves up to cater to worldly aesthetics."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"But it's different for women in their dating years. Being stared at means they have to deal with scrutiny to some extent, and they have to wear some uncomfortable clothes—tight skirts, high-waisted pants, and stilettos, which are commonly known as their battle armor!"

Zhou Mingyuan narrowed his eyes: "Without a doubt, she is in the period of choosing a partner."

"She doesn't have the collapsed feeling of a married woman; she's exquisite all over, and she looks like a mass-produced product."

(End of this chapter)