Rebirth 07: Start adding points from elementary school students

Chapter 213 Are You Hungry?

"Li Yan, I am..." Wang Peihua paused for a second.

It seems that he doesn't know how to introduce himself. I'm Director Wang, I'm Peihua, I'm Wang Hang's father, and I'm the chef of Bazhong spicy dishes who was your guest last time?
"Hello, Director Wang." Li Yan took over the conversation.

"Well, last time I gave you some research topics at Linjiang University. Didn't you choose 'community ecological construction'? I went to ask, and their teacher said it's okay. Then you can contact Mr. Ma, the counselor of the School of Humanities at Linjiang University. The phone number is..."

"Okay, I'll make a note of it. Thank you, Director Wang. You haven't rested yet so late?"

A junior high school student who should go to bed at around nine o'clock tells himself, a middle-aged man, that he "hasn't rested yet" at around ten o'clock?
Wang Peihua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "You should go to bed early."

Linjiang University is located in Linghu District, the old city area next to Rongxi District. It is not too far away and only takes an hour or so to walk by subway. You can go there at any time.

He decisively called Teacher Ma. After all, it was too late to disturb him so Li Yan's tone was very gentle and polite.

"Hello, Mr. Ma. Sorry to bother you so late. I'm Li Yan from New Taipei First High School."

"Li Yan? Who?" It was a female voice.

"I want to participate in a project called 'Community Ecology Construction' in the School of Humanities. Director Wang said that we have communicated well and asked me to contact you."

"Oh, the junior high school student, right?"

"Yep."

"It's all right. Just let me know when you're coming over and I'll say hello to Teacher Kong for you."

"I can go there tomorrow morning. Can you tell me when Mr. Kong is free?"

"Tomorrow..." Teacher Ma sighed softly, "Okay, okay, I'll contact you tomorrow morning."

"Uh, Mr. Ma, what do I need to enter Linda University..."

beep...

He actually hung up. From the moment he said, "A junior high school student, right?", Teacher Ma's tone had been a little impatient.

Li Yan hasn't even asked what proof is needed to enter Linda, nor where to gather. Isn't it a bit rude to just hang up?

However, Li Yan quickly calmed down. It was now time to get off work, and it was indeed not pleasant to deal with interpersonal matters other than work so late at night.

I think Wang Peihua's relationship is not at the counselor's level. To Teacher Ma, it is nothing more than a new task assigned by his superior. It is normal for him to be in a bad mood and lack patience.

You’d better not look down on me because I’m a junior high school student.

Li has a passive aura - ignoring resistance and slapping anyone who comes towards him.

Then he finally started writing online articles.

I write until I go to bed, get up and continue writing, write until lunch, write until the lunch break is over, and write until two in the afternoon.

The damn phone hasn’t rung yet!

It just so happened that Li Yan finished writing in one go and didn't bother to worry about other things. But after all, there was something else on the side, which always distracted him. When he was distracted too many times, the feeling of writing was gone.

It's like when someone sends you a message saying they'll call you later, and you wait ten minutes and they don't call.

Your attention will be inexplicably drawn to the mobile phone screen, and your mind will unconsciously begin to imagine what others are delayed by.

Li Yan hated this situation the most when he was an intern in his previous life. Basically, if he had to wait for more than five minutes, he would deliberately turn his phone to silent mode and cover the screen, completely ignoring the matter. When someone sent him a message asking "Why didn't you answer the call", he would reply "Oh, no problem, I'll answer it later."

Although I offended some people.

Just as Li Yan picked up her phone and prepared to make another call, Teacher Ma called:

"Teacher Kong finishes the class at 2:30, so hurry up, he'll be home at 3."

Damn it, I said I’d get back to you in the morning, and it’s already past two o’clock. Do you want me to make a wasted trip?
"It will take me more than an hour to get there. Please wait for a moment, Mr. Kong."

Teacher Ma hung up again.

Li Yan dialed back calmly.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Ma's tone was quite impatient.

"You haven't told me where I should gather. I'm not a student at Linda University."

"Office 506, Department of Education, do you have any other questions?"

"No more, thank you..."

Teacher Ma on the other end hung up the phone directly.

Maybe Teacher Ma hates this kind of "favor" task, maybe she is at a difficult point in her life, maybe she has her period and is in unbearable pain... Who the hell do I care?

It seems like no one would be willing to go to work. Everyone has something unhappy about them. What's the point of taking out your anger on others?

I don’t care if it happens to others, but I’ll be unhappy if it happens to me.

This teacher Ma is really stupid. Either don't do it, or at least do a passing grade.

The subway runs at a relatively constant speed, and when we arrived at Linjiang University, it was already 3:14.

Unlike middle schools, universities are basically open to the public. Li Yan entered in her school uniform and the security guards didn't even bother to stop her.

There is a conspicuous road sign as soon as you enter the gate. Turn right and go straight through the garden to reach the teaching building, which saves you the trouble of asking for directions.

While waiting for the elevator, several middle-aged women came out of the elevator on the other side and pointed at Li Yan:

"Whose child is so good-looking?"

He soon found Room 506. The door was closed and the lights were on. It seemed that Teacher Kong was still there.

Li Yan knocked on the door, and a slightly hoarse old man's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

The son of a cold city, a calm sports student, the top junior high school student in New Taipei, a three-dimensional god of war in literature, sports and art, the owner of seventeen pen names, the producer of the record of singing Song poetry, a rising star in the online literature world, the one who missed the full score in the final exam by one point, the only closed disciple of Yang Chengzhang, the top artist in Linjiang, and the pen pal of the literary giant Su Siqing who was appointed as a shadow clone...

Well, of course you can’t say that.

Otherwise, Teacher Kong would say that this office can’t accommodate so many people.

"Li Yan from New Taipei City No. 1 High School."

"come in."

Teacher Kong is thin, slightly hunched, with a head of silver hair, but he is energetic and seems to be a friendly old man.

Li Yan had also looked up information before coming. Kong Yuande, an associate professor at the School of Humanities of Linjiang University, had written some works in the humanities and social sciences, and had a project that won a national silver medal.

But overall, in Li Yan's opinion, it is not that impressive at the moment.

After all, people like Yang Chengzhang and Su Siqing are considered national-level bigwigs.

Kong Yuande didn't expect Li Yan to be so tall and handsome. He looked him up and down for a long time and said, "I've heard of you. You're very popular, young man. You can even get Wang Peihua to say hello to Dean Liu. You have a lot of power."

Li Yan just smiled awkwardly.

"'Community Ecosystem Construction' is just a direction. The specific topic has not been determined yet. Students are still looking for a direction." Kong Yuande said as he flipped through the documents in his hand. "Tell me, why do you want to know this?"

"I want to see how smartphones change people's lives," Li Yan replied.

"Oh?" Kong Yuande stopped reading. "Your direction is somewhat related to Li Kai's idea."

Very good, this is what I want.

"Is it Senior Li who studies the community takeaway delivery mechanism?"

"Have you understood all this?" Kong Yuande laughed. "Just go find him. His topic always talks about the need for computer intervention and what kind of model to use. I am old and don't understand it."

"After all, you are a researcher. In this respect, you..."

"No need to praise the old man. You're too young to get involved in those crap." Kong Yuande waved his hand. "Well, Li Kai and his friends are always at the bottom of the dormitory building after four o'clock every day, messing around with that study space. This guy has some ideas, too. He made a 'Are you hungry?' I think it's just a collection of the school's takeout cards, but he's praising it to the skies."

This is exactly what Li Yan wanted: “Are you hungry?”

Li Kai is also a top figure. He has hated the school cafeteria auntie shaking the spoon since his freshman year. As a foodie, he personally discovered and collected delicious restaurants around the school, and stuffed various small cards into every dormitory in the same dormitory building.

He set up a QQ group called "Kai Ge's Strict Selection", which served as a transit station to collect the food ordering wishes of comrades in the dormitory building. He was responsible for contacting the merchants for food delivery, and his roommates were responsible for delivering the food to each dormitory from the downstairs.

Not a penny extra, purely for charity.

Then he went on to study for a double degree in computer science.

He also started to work with like-minded brothers to optimize the process and directly created an internal ordering system - which was actually just a simple website. He also started charging for meal delivery, one yuan per item, and the difference was directly negotiated with the boss.

He cleverly packaged this matter and came up with a topic called "Community Ecosystem Construction".

The matter of collecting opinions and sending them in a centralized manner has been elevated to the level of changing the community’s lifestyle.

But Li Yan really thinks that this thing can change people's lives.

This is also the reason why he came.

(End of this chapter)