I don't want to live again

Chapter 31 031 School Start

Naturally, the five-star hotel also has a gym. Song Qingcheng got up early for a run according to his usual rhythm, and then practiced boxing in the hotel room for a while, sweating all over.

After taking a shower, and having breakfast on the first floor, a figure hurried over from the lobby and stopped in front of him.

Song Qingcheng turned his head and took a look. Chu Wucao was standing in front of him.

"You always do things in such a hurry?" Song Qingcheng snorted.

Chu Wucao changed her clothes, a white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, ordinary style, loose and loose, but the clothes are obviously outdated and a little whitish after washing.

It's just that this couldn't hide her exquisite facial features. At this time, when she heard Song Qingcheng's words, she lowered her head, rubbed the corner of her clothes lightly, and said in a low voice: "I'll just be more careful in the future..."

Having said that, she paused, raised her head, looked at his face and said, "I can be your assistant now, boss, I'm quitting on Xingtu."

After talking about the matter again, Song Qingcheng knew that Zhang Kun still told her about the 4000 yuan he gave him.

"Understood, have you eaten yet?" Song Qingcheng asked.

Chu Wucao shook her head: "I haven't had time to eat it yet, so I'll eat it in a while."

"Come and eat with me, let's chat while eating." Song Qingcheng nodded and walked towards the restaurant.

The room he lives in will give a breakfast voucher every day, but Chu Wucao has to pay separately if he comes to eat.

When entering the restaurant, Song Qingcheng signed a signature, and Chu Wucao glanced around a few times, with a bit of restraint, she had never entered such a high-end restaurant.

After taking the food and sitting down, Song Qingcheng had a big appetite, so he brought a large plate of food.

"Boss, isn't it very expensive here?" Chu Wucao said in a low voice, with some caution.

Song Qingcheng glanced at her: "There is a price next to it, you can go and see for yourself."

Chu Wucao turned her head and took a look. This is a self-service breakfast, and a meal costs 120 yuan. She couldn't help but take a breath, and suddenly felt that the meal was a bit tasteless.

"It's too expensive... No, I'll eat more and earn back." Chu Wucao gritted her teeth, and the speed of eating immediately accelerated.

Song Qingcheng ignored her, and ate slowly, while eating, he said: "I will leave the decoration to you, you give me your mobile phone number, and I will assign you to do things at any time in the future...

Also, go buy some clothes, you represent my image when you go out, don't make it too shabby, I'll ask someone to make you a shaper later, this hotel has a stylist. "

"Boss, I don't have a mobile phone..." Chu Wucao said softly.

Song Qingcheng glanced at her and didn't speak. After dinner, he arranged for the hotel lobby manager to take Chu Wucao to do the styling, and by the way, let someone buy clothes for her. It was part of the styling and it was recorded on his account.

He renewed the rent of the hotel for another month, talked with the hotel, and stayed until November 11th.

In the afternoon, the doorbell rang, and he walked over to open the door. The hotel staff handed over a bill and came in, totaling 4000 yuan.

There are many terms and conditions listed on it, including clothes, shoes, etc., and a mobile phone number, all of which were spent by Chu Wucao, and he signed it.

After saving the mobile phone number in the address book, Song Qingcheng opened the planner to look at it, and sent the address of the house to Chu Wucao, asking her to keep an eye on it, and then ignored these things.

On September 9th, Song Qingcheng received 7 yuan, and he submitted four more episodes. Afterwards, he talked to the editor, and then went to military training, so he might not have time to contact.

On the day of returning to school, Song Qingcheng just walked into the campus of Tunghai University with a backpack on his back.

Many sophomores were welcoming new students at the entrance. Song Qingcheng was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He was clean, with a pair of black leather shoes on his feet. He could be said to be very handsome.

A pretty woman greeted him from one side and looked at him a few times.

"New students report?" the girl asked with a smile.

Song Qingcheng nodded: "School of Computer Science."

"I'll take you in." The girl's eyes were bright, and many eyes from all around looked over.

Only then did Song Qingcheng take a look at the girl in front of him. She was wearing a white shirt and paired with a pair of narrow-leg jeans, her long legs were stretched out, and she had a very good figure and was very beautiful.

"Fang Fei, let me do it. You are a member of the student union, and you always have to lead the overall situation. I have nothing to do. I will lead the juniors in." A girl with a ponytail came over.

Song Qingcheng was confused, a few girls on the side were still laughing, and someone raised his voice: "What a handsome junior!"

"I want to help my junior too!" "And me!"

On one side, a very sunny boy frowned, glanced at a group of girls, and said calmly: "Don't block the school gate, report inside!

Go to pay first, and then get all kinds of materials. There are still people queuing up behind, so don't affect the people behind. That junior is talking about you. "

Song Qingcheng looked at the boy, then looked at the girl named Fang Fei in front of him, and understood what was going on.

"Sister, let's go." Song Qingcheng said softly.

Xie Fangfei nodded, led Song Qingcheng into the campus, and said softly: "Student, I am Xie Fangfei, a sophomore from the School of Economics and Management, and currently working in the student union."

"Song Qingcheng." Song Qingcheng nodded.

Xie Fangfei smiled slightly: "Qingcheng, do you want to join the student union?"

"Sister, I really don't have the time, so I'm sorry." Song Qingcheng directly refused.

He really didn't have much time, firstly he had to write a book, secondly he had to take care of the company and speculate in stocks, so it was impossible to manage the work of the student union.

A bit of disappointment floated on Xie Fangfei's face, and she said softly, "Qingcheng, it doesn't take much time, and although joining the student union doesn't add credits, it will give you extra points when evaluating scholarships."

"Thank you, senior, I don't need a scholarship, let me give it to other students who need it more." Song Qingcheng refused again.

In his previous life, he was also the most outstanding student at Tunghai University. It can be said that no one can match him, so he is not worried about studying.

Xie Fangfei gave him a resentful look, stopped persuading him, and exchanged mobile phone numbers with him, sent him to the registration office and left.

There are quite a lot of people queuing up at the registration office, mainly because they filled out the payment form and received some supplies, such as quilts, uniform water glasses and student handbooks.

Song Qingcheng was just carrying a backpack, so he left with the quilt and walked all the way to the dormitory.

He lives in room 405 on the fourth floor of the male dormitory.

When they entered the dormitory, there were already three people living in it. When they saw him, the three of them looked over at the same time, and then got up at the same time.

Song Qingcheng's eyes were slightly dazed. This was the second time he had experienced this scene. It was the same scene, but the people were different. After all, he changed his profession.

There are four people in a dormitory. The beds are placed on both sides, with people sleeping on the top and desks and cabinets below.

"Here we come!" "It's very handsome, even more handsome than Zhu Ding!"

A tall boy came over, about the same height as Song Qingcheng, held out his hand and said, "Song Qingcheng, welcome to report, I'm Zhu Ding, from the capital."

(End of this chapter)