I'm not interested in relationships

Chapter 6 Writer, Writer
The next day.

Just after 08:30, there was a knock on the door.

The irritable Yang Zhicheng put his head under the quilt, and called Zhang Jianxian, who had the bed closest to the door: "Axian, open the door."

Zhang Jianxian finished driving in the dark yesterday, and then read a novel on his mobile phone and saw that the sky was getting dark. At this moment, he was sleeping like a dead, with no intention of waking up, and the knocking on the door still kept going.

"Damn it, something's wrong!" Yang Zhicheng got annoyed and yelled at the door.

A loud voice sounded outside the door: "Student, please open the door, the student council will check the bedroom."

The name of the student union has no deterrent effect on the old fritters of the sophomore year, but at this time, he is still quite jealous. When Yang Zhicheng heard the outsider reveal his origin, he immediately lost his temper and was about to get out of bed and open the door.

"Old Yang, sleep with you, I will open the door."

Just as Yang Zhicheng put on his glasses, the neatly dressed Liang Fei had already gone to open the door.

The two student union officers walked into the dormitory seriously, walked straight to the trash can to look, then looked left and right for a while, then frowned and looked at each other.

When did the boys' dormitory get so clean?
Oh yes, it is said that some women's dormitories are more sloppy than men's dorms.

Liang Fei sat on the seat and looked at the two officers with a smile: "Senior, are you all right?"

"Yeah, it's okay, keep it up." The two officers didn't dare to pick on the bones, after all, it was really against the rules for the two of them to check the bedroom early in the morning, and they were afraid of provoking public anger.

"That's good." Liang Fei nodded, finished at the desk, prepared a few sheets of grid paper, and began to lean over the desk.

One of the officers asked curiously: "Student, do you work so hard in the morning?"

Liang Fei didn't raise her head: "Oh, I'm going to participate in the essay competition held by the school recently."

The two officers looked at each other, nodded and left without saying anything. Before they left, they closed the door behind them thoughtfully.

To say that the students in prestigious schools are more or less qualified, and they did not forget to be polite when they found faults.

After sending off the student union secretary, Liang Fei began to conceive the article.

Liang Fei was a different person back then. He was born in Minghai University, majoring in communication engineering. After graduation, he took the provincial examination and successfully entered the provincial government. Before entering the job, he went home.

Father Liang took great pains for his son's future, and specially invited the county magistrate to enlighten Liang Fei on the way of officialdom. As a big local farmer, the county magistrate still sold some thin noodles and went to the appointment happily.

After drinking for three rounds, the county magistrate with rich experience from the provincial department said to Liang Fei: "Go write materials, go to the nearest place to lead, and don't engage in technology."

Liang Fei regards this as the truth. During several years of work, she wrote many high-quality materials relying on professional knowledge. Several of them even entered the provincial internal reference and were successfully seconded to work in the general office.

Liang Fei has a good understanding of the harshness of the big leaders on the materials, so he has developed a good article.

The essay competition inside the campus was a blockbuster, which was much easier than asking Nian Huaishi to wear JK and dance house dances for herself.

Just as Liang Fei was writing furiously, the phone vibrated.

Rice cake: [The latest news, the student union will conduct a surprise inspection of the dormitory hygiene today. 】

Liang Fei was somewhat annoyed when his train of thought was interrupted, and he typed with some emotion: [People have been away for more than half an hour, relying on you to spread the news, I have already been notified by the whole school. 】

Nian Gao: [What's so fierce, delete the photo, I won't masturbate for you. 】

Liang Fei: [Delete it, delete it, anyway, it's been fun. 】

No longer paying attention to Nian Huai's poems, Liang Fei spent the whole morning carefully crafting, reviewing the published articles carefully, and sighed: "Writermasters are simply writers. Even writers can hardly describe Lao Tzu's talent."

Stuff the manuscript paper into the envelope and go to the office of the Youth League Committee.

Before leaving, Liang Fei looked at the roommates who were still lying dead on the bed, and asked, "I'm going out for a while, what do you want to eat?"

"Chicken chop rice, thank you, Xiao Fei Fei."

“I want to eat fish-flavored shredded pork rice!”

After hearing this, Liang Fei smiled and said, "You guys think so beautifully, keep thinking, I'm going to have lunch with Nian Huaishi, 886."

"Early birds get girls, you have to understand this truth."

After speaking, push the door and go downstairs.

The Youth League Committee is located on the third floor of the Administration Building. This is also the place where the student union officials come in and out the most. Several teachers from the Youth League Committee bring a large group of free labor, and they are almost on call, which is very useful.

According to the location announced on the post bar, Liang Fei came to an office, knocked on the door, and said politely: "Hi teacher, my name is Liang Fei, a sophomore majoring in communication engineering, and I signed up for this essay contest."

In the office, several cadres of the student union were busy with their own affairs. A female teacher who was not outstanding in appearance but had an elegant demeanor was lowering her head and writing something. After hearing the movement, she raised her head, glanced at Liang Fei and pointed An empty desk: "Fill out the registration form yourself."

After finishing speaking, the female teacher was busy with her own affairs again, and suddenly raised her head after a while: "What's your name?"

Liang Fei was writing personal information on the registration form and handing in the 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 little boyfriend."

The female teacher became interested, she shifted her position, her thighs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings under the skirt were a little shiny in the sun: "You are so handsome, no wonder you can win the Minister of Culture and Arts."

"Hey, I can't do anything about chasing after you." After Liang Fei handed in the draft, she took the initiative to walk up to the female teacher, and glanced at the nameplate on her left chest.

The female teacher's name is Qin Yi.

Qin Yi couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "So what the children say is true, Nian Huaishi chased after you?"

Liang Fei sighed, and said rather helplessly: "When she appeared, all my plans were disrupted. I originally wanted to study hard in college without distraction."

At this time, Lin He walked into the office with a pile of materials, and happened to meet Liang Feizheng talking and laughing with Teacher Qin, and they had a lively chat.

"Xiao Lin, the lover of your dreams has been snatched away." Seeing Lin He, Qin Yi smiled and teased, "Be generous, help him with the formalities for signing up for the essay."

It's no secret that Lin He likes Nian Huaishi in the Youth League Committee and the Student Union, and everyone knows it well.

"It's troublesome, senior." Liang Fei handed the completed declaration form and the envelope containing the manuscript to Lin He, without saying anything to him.

"Mr. Qin, goodbye." After greeting Qin Yi, Liang Fei left the Youth League Committee's office.

Lin He sat down without saying a word, and began to sort out the submissions received. He was the first reviewer, and was mainly responsible for seeing if there were any students who were acting strange, and handed in some weird things. Professors swear when they grade.

Pulling out Liang Fei's manuscript, Lin He glanced hurriedly, then frowned slightly.

Qin Yi glanced, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Lin, how is your rival's writing style?"

Lin He very well restrained the surprise that flowed out, pretended to continue reading the manuscript, and replied: "It's not bad, it's not bad. Among the manuscripts received so far, it belongs to the middle class. It should be difficult to win the prize."

When Qin Yi got up and walked over, Lin He was a little panicked. He thought Qin Yi wanted to read Liang Fei's manuscript.

At the age of 16, Qin Yi was sent to the Renmin University of China to send her to the School of Literary Arts. She has a very high level of writing skills.

After seeing that what Qin Yi picked up was Liang Fei's registration form, Lin He heaved a sigh of relief.

"Major in communication engineering?" Qin Yi put down the registration form and returned to her office, "I guess the focus is on participation. In this kind of essay competition, the top three are always taken by the students of the Chinese department."

"Yes, freshmen are new and curious about everything in the university." Lin He continued.

Qin Yi answered the phone, tidied up the materials on the table, got up and said: "Xiao Lin, I'm going to a meeting, please work hard and organize the manuscripts. This time, Principal Yu will take the lead, and the school leaders will read the manuscripts in person. hurry up."

"Okay, don't worry, Mr. Qin."

After standing up and watching Qin Yi leave, Lin He sat down again, took out Liang Fei's contribution and read it again, then rubbed it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

　I got a lot of support from old book lovers when I published the book yesterday, thank you, thank you, and also thank AKina sauce’s cross-world boyfriend for the 100 tip, and thank you for the 1500 tip that I don’t eat toffee~~ Dear, please recommend and collect
　　
　
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