Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

the next morning,

Hao Qiang put on his computer bag, got on his bicycle and left the dormitory building.

It would take more than ten minutes to walk to the classroom. He wanted to squeeze in some time to gain experience, so he didn't plan to walk with his roommate.

His roommates watched him leave on his bike with surprise on their faces:

"Brother Qiang remained calm and even bought a bicycle!"

"It's a new mountain bike, so cool."

"Our school is too big, so it would be more convenient to buy a bicycle."

During this time, everyone saw that most of the seniors rode bicycles to class. They originally planned to buy one after a while, but seeing that Hao Qiang was already ready, the idea of ​​buying a car became more intense.

Along the way, Hao Qiang saw many students greeting him, and he responded with a smile.

"He is the campus singing god. He is very handsome. He rides a new bike and carries a computer bag. It seems that his family is quite rich." A freshman whispered with the classmate next to him.

During the performance, their class was far away from the stage, and since she was nearsighted, she could not see Hao Qiang's face clearly.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he would be even more handsome when seen up close!" The girl next to him echoed, especially Hao Qiang's handsome riding posture.

Hao Qiang came to the classroom, waited for about ten minutes, and then the class began.

Advanced mathematics is quite boring, and the teacher is a middle-aged professor.

As soon as the first class was over, the professor walked out of the classroom and immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. It was obvious that his teaching was also boring.

When the bell rang for the second class, he couldn't help but light up a cigarette, took a puff, and then walked into the classroom and said very sincerely: "Classmates, I have to be honest. I have become accustomed to smoking in class. I feel uncomfortable without a cigarette in my hand.

I would like to apologize to my classmates here. In the future, I may occasionally take out cigarettes to smoke during my classes. Please don’t be offended.

Please also ask students sitting near the podium to sit a little further back, thank you."

After saying this, he bowed slightly to the students to express his apology.

The students applauded the professor, seeing how genuine and sincere he was. Some of the boys shouted:

"Professor, if you like, smoke it."

"Professor, I want to smoke too. What kind of cigarettes do you smoke?"

"Teacher, please take care of yourself."

When the other students heard what these boys said, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After hearing what the student said, the professor leisurely exhaled a puff of cigarette, then smiled gently and said, "Students should not smoke. It is harmful to health and burns cigarettes. Once you smoke, you will become addicted.

Oh, I can’t quit smoking, they’re all cheap cigarettes.”

The professor casually mentioned his smoking addiction, as if mocking himself, and then knocked on the podium:

"Okay, let's start the class. This class is still about limits, let's talk about L'Hôpital's rule. When x→a, limf(x)/g(x)=limf'(x)/g'(x)..."

As the professor spoke, the blackboard gradually became filled with dense limit formulas, and he also explained how to apply them in practice.

Hao Qiang was copying the book while listening.

Especially the practical applications that the professor talked about, which are full of real-life experience, which cannot be learned from books.

The first class in college may not be as exciting and novel as Hao Qiang imagined, but he gained a lot.

However, he keenly observed the focus and dedication of nearly a hundred students in the two classes.

No one dozed off or chatted in class. Everyone listened attentively and took notes diligently.

Even Fei Yang, who was usually lively and active, stopped laughing and listened attentively to the teacher's explanation. Only during the break did he regain his unique liveliness and agility.

This is the charm of Sun Yat-sen University.

Here, the academic atmosphere is strong and the desire for knowledge is intense.

The enthusiasm and hard work of the students around us are like an invisible force, inspiring everyone to keep moving forward.

Hao Qiang was deeply influenced by this atmosphere.

After two math classes, Hao Qiang left the classroom and prepared to ride his bike to the first teaching building.

When I went to the carport to pick up the car, I unexpectedly found a note under the saddle.

Curious, he opened the note, which read: "Hao Qiang, my QQ number is 1764***. Can you add me to get to know me?"

"Who is the one?"

Hao Qiang couldn't help but fall into deep thought, wondering who this mysterious message leaver was.

If it is a normal social interaction, the other party will most likely ask him for his QQ number directly in person.

So, he guessed that it was most likely a shy girl.

Hao Qiang looked around. There were a lot of students picking up their cars, so he didn't throw the note away.

When I was almost at the first classroom on my bike, I threw the piece of paper into the trash can on the side of the road.

He really doesn't want to mess with girls anymore.

Hao Qiang walked into classroom 313 and found several students from other classes sitting inside and studying.

As his classmates entered the classroom one after another, they quickly packed up their books and left Room 313.

The scene of attending classes in college is like an endless buffet. After students finish their meal in one classroom, they have to rush to the next classroom to continue the next academic feast.

Hao Qiang had finished half of his math homework during class, and now he has done some more.

Fei Yang found him doing his homework, and he was almost done. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Damn, Uncle Qiang, the teacher just assigned it, and you've already finished it!"

The students around also looked over curiously, and then took out their homework books and started writing.

Fei Yang wrote for a while, then took Hao Qiang's notebook and said, "Take this as a reference."

"Are you sure you didn't plagiarize?" Hao Qiang said with disdain, curling his lips.

Fei Yang said confidently: "Can the work of intellectuals be called plagiarism?"

After a while, Qin Jian walked into the classroom and stood on the podium. He quickly scanned the students in the classroom. After confirming that they were all present, he said straight to the point, "Let me tell you something. It's about the selection of your class committee members.

This semester, I will be the one to appoint the class committee;

Next semester, you will run for election on your own.

After the class committee is determined, I will communicate directly with the class committee for any future notifications, and the class committee will then convey them to the entire class.

University is different from middle school. Class committee members will assume more responsibilities and serve the class.

Of course, being a class committee member, besides being able to hone one's abilities, can also add to one's overall score, giving one an advantage when running for student union cadres at the college or university..."

The students in the audience who were interested in running for class leaders couldn't help feeling a little nervous when they heard the counselor's words.

After waiting for so many days, the moment they had been waiting for finally arrived.

However, to their surprise, the first class committee appointment was not made through elections, but was directly appointed by the counselor.

This makes them feel helpless and they can only pin their hopes on luck and hope to be selected.

On the stage, Qin Jian glanced at the students below again.

During this period, he had a general understanding of the situation of the students in the class and which students were more suitable to be cadres.

"Life committee member, Zhang Li."

"Cultural and Sports Committee Member, Li Yunfeng."

"Study Committee Member, Luo Zhen."

"League Secretary, Zhang Kai."

"Class monitor, Hao Qiang." After Qin Jian finished his announcement, he assumed the authority of a counselor and emphasized, "There are five class committee members in total. If you have any objections to the appointments, you can wait until next semester to run for election. Let's just leave it at that for now."

As soon as the words fell, a student immediately responded:

"No comment!"

"I admire Hao Qiang the most as the squad leader. He has strong organizational and coordination skills, and he's also a great drinker."

"Hao Qiang is a good monitor, and Zhang Li is also a good student committee member."

Hao Qiang couldn't believe that Qin Jian would directly choose him as the squad leader, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he was famous and performed well, so it was reasonable to choose him.

However, he has to run a business and may not have time to take care of class affairs.

But then I thought, managing a class is also a form of management, and it can still exercise my management skills, so I didn’t resist that much.

Li Yunfeng was not disappointed with the result and could still be confident.

Before the military training, he was confident that he could be the squad leader, but with the sudden appearance of Hao Qiang, he knew that if Hao Qiang planned to run for squad leader, it would definitely not be his turn.

Moreover, Zhang Kai and Zhang Li performed no worse than him.

There are many hidden talents in college, so you must not underestimate your classmates.

After Qin Jian finished his announcement, he invited all class committee members to come on stage and speak.

The five people took turns to go on stage and briefly expressed their ideas and expectations.

After their speeches, they exchanged contact information for better collaboration in the future.

Then Qin Jian left the classroom.

As soon as he left, the classroom became lively.

Many students gathered around Hao Qiang and shouted excitedly:

"Squad leader, when will we organize another dinner?"

"Oh, yes, a dinner party."

"Squad leader, how do you light three fires?"

"Haha, the first thing to do is to organize another dinner party."

Hao Qiang heard the students' jokes and walked up to the podium. He lowered his hands and waited for everyone to quiet down before saying with a smile:

"Thank you for your love and support. Now that I have been elected as the class monitor, I hope to get your full help and support my work, and work together for the development of the class."

The students applauded enthusiastically, which was what everyone expected.

Hao Qiang paused and continued, "Next semester, due to personal reasons, I will not run for class committee."

As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom was immediately filled with discussions among the students.

Some classmates asked him curiously why, while those who planned to run for class monitor were secretly delighted.

They only have a chance because Hao Qiang doesn't run for class monitor. Otherwise, no one has a chance.

Hao Qiang continued, "We had fifty yuan left from our last dinner, which we included in the class funds and will be managed by Li Yunfeng.

As for the amount of class fees, it is difficult to satisfy everyone, so we will discuss it among the class committees and then announce it to everyone.

It's fine as long as we make it within this semester. There's no need to rush. Is that okay with everyone?"

The students in the audience said they had no objection and thought this was a good arrangement.

There are many poor students in the class, and it is very likely that they have difficulty paying the class fees, so the fees cannot be set too high.

Therefore, Hao Qiang's consideration was very thoughtful, and he did not have the final say, which made everyone admire him.

"The class committee members will stay for a while and we will discuss the class meeting fees together." Hao Qiang added.

After he finished speaking, he walked down from the podium. The other class committee members had nothing to say, so the class meeting ended.

Some students left the classroom because they had something to do, but most of the students stayed to study and do their homework.

Several class committee members quickly agreed on the class meeting fee, which was twenty yuan per person, and they could pay more if it was not enough.

Hao Qiang continued reading in the classroom, and only left the classroom with his classmates when it was almost lunchtime.

"Hao Qiang, can you give me a ride?"

Hao Qiang had just pushed the cart out of the carport when he suddenly heard a light voice that sounded familiar.