Era space: flirting with tens of billions of materials

Originally, Su Yuncheng wanted to confess to Lin Nianhe yesterday.

But Lin Nianhe had too many things to do yesterday, and he never found a suitable opportunity.

He thought, it's not too late to say it today.

"So, you want to tell me-"

"During the two months I was gone—"

"You changed and moved out of four schools?"

The last time Lin Nianhe was so shocked was when he discovered that he had just traveled through time.

She left two months ago, right?

Isn't it two years?

Two months, 61 days. He established four branch schools, recruited enough teachers, and the branch enrollment was in good order.

This was the first time she heard that a blitzkrieg could be used to run a school!

Su Yuncheng corrected her wording seriously: "Nian He was not conjured."

"But I can't find a more reasonable explanation than magic."

Lin Nianhe opened his eyes wide and walked around Su Yuncheng: "Mr. Su, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

Su Yuncheng smiled and pulled her in front of him and said, "I just found a few friends, it's not that complicated."

"How many friends? Do your friends also do tricks?"

Su Yuncheng smiled and let her go.

Lin Nianhe was really surprised.

Not just because of the seventy-five thousand yuan on the books.

It's even more because Su Yuncheng did what she wanted to do in advance and arranged it very reasonably.

"Brother Yun Cheng."

Lin Nianhe was excited for a while, then reached out and hooked his finger.

Su Yuncheng lowered his head with a smile in his eyes.

"Thank you."

she said softly.

Su Yuncheng frowned. He put his hand on her head, rubbed her hair and said, "Nianhe, there is no need to thank me."

"But I still want to thank you." Lin Nianhe raised his head, "It's not because of school."

"What's that for?"

"Thank you...for understanding me so well."

At this moment, Su Yuncheng's mood was too good to be described in words.

He glanced at the window and saw no one in the yard, so he hugged Lin Nianhe into his arms.

He said: "What you like and what you want to do, I also like."

"Is this considered Aiwujiwu?" Lin Nianhe leaned on his chest and hugged him back.

"Calculate."

Because he likes her.

……

Su Yun's decision to run these four branch schools was not just to make up the numbers blindly.

The four schools are located in the southeast, northwest and northwest of the capital, making it as convenient as possible for students to get to and from school.

Most of the principals in the branch schools are old professors or old principals who have been hired back. They have just returned to the capital from the sea of ​​hardships. It is at a time of trembling that they come out with Mr. Ji as their guarantee and Su Yuncheng's repeated invitations.

Lin Nianhe followed Su Yuncheng around each branch, distributed the gifts brought back from Xiangjiang to the principals, and listened to some of their suggestions.

When we returned to Courtyard No. 88, it was already evening.

"I think it is the best management if I don't leave the school alone in the future." Lin Nianhe said.

Managing a school is very different from managing a company. One is for making money, the other is for a century-old plan.

If you confuse making money with education, then education will most likely not be able to defeat the temptation of making money.

There are too many negative examples like this, such as what will be discussed during tutoring, what internal information, what will not continue the class and be treated differently...

Money must be earned, but one must not completely lose one's conscience when making money.

Lin Nianhe conscientiously decided that she should stay out of the principals' affairs. Taking care of the accounts and taking out the money was what she should do.

However, to prevent accidents, she posted a permanent complaint address on the bulletin board of each school——

"If you have suffered any unfair treatment during your studies, whether from the principal, teachers or classmates, please write to the Supervisory Committee and tell the Supervisory Committee. Anonymous complaints are accepted." The day after the notice was posted, Courtyard No. 88 received a A small half basket of letters.

Lin Nianhe was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

After opening the letter anxiously...

A sentence was added below the notice:

"This mailing address is for complaints only. Please do not send thank-you letters. Thank you for your cooperation. (Also quoted from founder Comrade Lin: Can you do two sets of questions if you have the time to write a thank-you letter?)"

The founder, Mr. Kobayashi, deeply abhors this waste of time for both parties.

Because she also wanted to do two more sets of questions.

After all, the final exams are about to start next week.

Lin Nianhe quietly returned to Peking University. After going to Mr. Ren's place to order a meal, he followed Zhao Haimei into the library.

"Here, these are notes. Take them and read them." Zhao Haimei put an inch-thick stack of manuscript paper in front of Lin Nianhe. "I tried my best to write down everything the teacher said. You can read it."

Lin Nianhe was dumbfounded: "In what year should I copy this?"

Zhao Haimei looked at her like she was a fool, and then patted the notebook in front of her: "You don't need to copy it, I wrote it for you, just take it and study."

Lin Nianhe's eyes suddenly burst out with bright light: "Haimei, you are really the best roommate in the lower bunk I have ever seen!"

Zhao Haimei: "...?"

This is a bit strange.

It seemed like someone else had slept in the bunk below her.

Lin Nianhe came back from Xiangjiang and brought gifts to every roommate in the dormitory, including dolls, handkerchiefs and postcards that were not expensive but had Xiangjiang characteristics.

They receive such small gifts without any pressure and like them very much.

Lin Nianhe looked through his notes. Zhao Haimei's handwriting was particularly neat. Perhaps it was because she had been copying manuscripts for magazines this semester. She now wrote like a typewriter and was very fast.

Lin Nianhe flipped through his notes and asked casually, "How is your part-time job at the magazine?"

"It went very smoothly," Zhao Haimei said while writing. "Wang Ge and editor Zhang took good care of me. The editor knew that I was going home during the summer vacation, and gave me a novel-writing job for me to go home to do."

"That's good." Lin Nianhe breathed a sigh of relief.

She only knew that Zhao Haimei was in financial difficulty, but she never knew what difficulties she had.

The key is that Zhao Haimei has obviously made money, but she still saves money in her daily life, and she doesn't know where her money has been spent.

Lin Nianhe held up his forehead and looked sideways at Zhao Haimei.

"Lin Nianhe."

"Hey."

Lin Nianhe sat up straighter unconsciously when his name was suddenly called.

Zhao Haimei raised her eyes and glanced at her: "What are you looking at me for? I don't have formulas on my face, so you are reading a book."

Lin Nianhe: "..."

King Juan was urged to open his business.

This is absolutely intolerable.

Lin Nianhe retracted his gaze decisively, grabbed his pen and began to review...the preview homework.

On the eve of the final exam, there were very few classes.

Lin Nianhe stayed in the library all morning, but felt it was too noisy, so he simply went to Courtyard No. 88 with his textbooks and reviewed in the small classroom in the west wing. When he was tired, he went to the east wing to sleep.

The girls in 208 haven't seen Lin Nianhe for five days.

Just when Zhou Li was planning to report missing tomorrow, Lin Nianhe came back with his hands in his pockets.

It's already nine o'clock and the girls are still reviewing.

Lin Nianhe smiled and said: "You are all learning?"

Zhao Haimei was struggling with a question, and she lost several hairs.

Those in the Spanish department were not very decent either. They all held books, rolled their eyes and fought with grammar and vocabulary.

Seeing Lin Nianhe coming back, they were relieved, and then they continued to fight in the ocean of knowledge without even having time to pay attention to her.

Lin Nianhe strolled to Zhao Haimei's side, looked down at her and looked at the questions on two sheets of paper. He picked up the pencil on the table and drew a circle on a certain spot.

"My calculations were wrong here. Let's start from the beginning."

Zhao Haimei: "...?"

Lin Nianhe passed by Chen Wenjie, a German major, and said, "Wenjie means benutzen, not benutz-a-n. Pay attention to the pronunciation."

Chen Wenjie: "...?"