Time Travel: Conditional Wealth

As expected, Lu Jinan and He Xi had math class together. They knew that since there were many people, they would need to fight for a seat. At that time, the teacher did not have a loudspeaker and relied solely on shouting. It was really difficult to hear what the teacher was saying if you didn't sit in the front row.

Teacher Zhao had a math class early this morning. He Xi had to get up early to prepare because of his inconvenient legs and feet. He also had to avoid disturbing his roommates' rest. A little less sleep would really make a big difference.

He Xi picked up her toiletries and tiptoed to start her busy and formal first day of college life.

He Xi was about to go downstairs to eat when his roommate slowly got up. He Xi reminded him, "Hurry up. First, it's getting late. Second, Teacher Zhao is a serious person. It's not good to be late for your first class in college."

Shu Zhi came down from the upper bunk and teased He Xi, "Do you think everyone has bad legs and feet like you? Be careful your fiancé won't want you if you're so pretentious."

Forget it. In order not to affect her mood for breakfast, He Xi limped downstairs. Sure enough, her fiancé arrived first.

The school cafeteria usually opens at six in the morning. He Xi looked at the time and it was ten past six, just right for breakfast.

When Lu Jinan walked in front of He Xi, He Xi felt that the sky behind him was bright, and the gentle morning light was faintly shining in his hair. After the military training, he was different, and he exuded a tough aura.

Seeing He Xishi's stern face replaced with a gentle smile, he said, "My classmate who also gets up early, would it be convenient for us to have breakfast together?"

He Xi looked a little embarrassed: "No, we are not familiar with each other. Besides, my fiancé will be here soon."

He didn't suggest it: "Can you still come? It's not manly to make a lesbian wait for him."

He Xi hesitated for a moment, then looked behind him and said, "Okay, I'll go have breakfast with you."

Except for the school cafeteria, other resources are in short supply. Now there are two cafeterias, which can barely divert people during meal times. There are also many people in the cafeteria at this time.

You need to bring a ticket to the canteen to eat. The living committee will use the food fees collected to exchange for meal tickets and vegetable tickets in the canteen. Students use meal coupons, meal tickets and vegetable tickets. Meal coupons are divided into three types: morning, noon and evening, each of which is the size of a thumb.

Everyone manages meal coupons differently. Some tear them on the spot, bringing a large piece of paper and tearing off a piece to use when getting food. Others cut them into small pieces for easier use.

Most of the chefs in the cafeteria are authentic northerners, and at that time, the problem of "Parkinson's disease" had not yet appeared when serving food.

The largest meal ticket in the canteen is 4 liang, and the smallest is 1 liang, which is divided into coarse grains and fine grains. Poor students receive subsidies, with a fixed amount of money per month. After deducting the canteen's money, the remaining money will be given to the individual.

Two servings of porridge, three buns, two eggs, and a side dish, the ultimate luxury.

Mondays are generally full of classes, so today the classrooms and cafeterias will be the busiest and most lively places.

Lu Jinan cooperated with He Xi and listened in silence to the people who came later discussing the recent dormitory goodies. He was eager to buy something. Entering the university meant he was halfway to success, so he had to be willing to spend money on himself.

He Xi's eyes lit up, and he slowly moved his bowl closer to the female comrade who was talking, and said in a low voice, "What do you want to buy, sisters?"

"You?" The female comrade who spoke was stunned.

He Xi explained: "Don't get me wrong, I know people with connections and the price is fair."

"Do you really know him?"

“Yeah, I use it myself.”

……

After the negotiation, He Xi remembered that he did not go to see Jiang Hao since he came to Harbin. He could not lose such a profitable business, so he would go there tomorrow when he is not busy.

He Xi has been struggling with the subject of mathematics for two lifetimes, but he still can't give up on it. Lu Jinan is quite excited.

There were two classes in the morning, the first one was mathematics. He Xi's roommate arrived in a hurry after the roll call had already started. Under the cold gaze of Teacher Zhao, he began to look for a seat. If you come late, forget about the front, and the back? Just stand and listen. There are not enough chairs, so use your legs.

There were no tables, so most people sat with their legs crossed to use as support and cushions. He Xi was secretly sober. Fortunately, she arrived early for a class with more than a hundred people. At Lu Jinan's request, He Xi sat with him in the front middle seat, so she could not escape the teacher's gaze.

The teacher said don't call him professor, he is no longer one, he is a professor who was demoted to the bullpen, the matter has not been completely resolved, he is a teacher who was temporarily transferred back to teach, he is not even a formal employee, professor? He felt that was humiliating him.

He Xi thought about it and realized that the rehabilitation work would begin in December this year, so there was still some time and he had not yet finished suffering.

Teacher Zhao was writing on the blackboard with her back to them. Behind her, the crowd of people had their heads buried, writing furiously. He Xi sighed and was about to be distracted, but Lu Jinan patted her arm gently and said, "Pay attention. You dare to be absent-minded at any time."

Teacher Zhao, who had turned around, heard this and looked at He Xi and Lu Jinan with a smile on his face: "Did you skip class? How many points did you get in the college entrance examination? Stand up and answer me a question."

The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on He Xi and Lu Jinan. He Xi looked like he had lost all hope in life, while Lu Jinan was in high spirits. This was the difference between a top student and a poor student. He Xi wasn't bad, he was just distracted.

Lu Jinan quietly pushed the answer to the question on the blackboard to He Xi, but she refused. She just didn't like math, not that she couldn't do it. She answered his question very easily.

Lu Jinan coughed, his expression approving, and silently took back the paper he had just handed out: "You're still attending class? That's rare!"

He Xi glared at him: "You, shut up, you crow mouth."

He smiled and immersed himself in his mathematical world again.

He Xi was not a bad student. Besides, she had learned it before in her previous life. Although the content was not as difficult as now, she could handle it like a duck in water. She calmly met Teacher Zhao's eyes and lowered her head to take notes.

With the end of the May Day holiday, all professional courses have entered a more in-depth stage. He Xi originally wanted to go out for fun during the short holiday, and her foot has healed, but Lu Jinan seems to be obsessed with "Teacher Zhao", or more precisely, obsessed with mathematics, and the two are inseparable.

A great teacher needs to be matched with great students to show their respective charms. Teacher Zhao always pays special attention to Lu Jinan, a student. There is no way He Xi wants to take a break, so he can only sit separately from him.

Whenever she received active responses from students during class, He Xi felt that Teacher Zhao's small eyes became bigger. It turns out that teaching can make the eyes bigger?

The weather is getting warmer, and we can take off our thick coats. The library is no longer cold, and we can take our hands out of our sleeves, making it easier to hold hands.

At this moment, Lu Jinan's hand was holding He Xi's hand, his fingers were clearly knuckles, slender and strong. He Xi didn't care about other people's thoughts, love is just about talking openly.

Seriously, why does the library have such high stairs and a cold, drafty basement study room?