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Chapter 11 It's not just mathematics that I fell in love with, but also...

Xu Yangfan hadn't done the work of sweeping buildings in the student union since his sophomore year.

Although the student official is not a high-ranking official, there are always a few small Mengxins who can be used under his command.And the young men are often full of vigor and enthusiasm, and Xu Yangfan is really unwilling to compete with others for some opportunities to "exercise himself".

Each dormitory building in the school has six floors, and there is no elevator. To recruit new students, you have to knock on the door of each dormitory door-to-door. There is a smile on the face of international standards, with a peaceful face and slightly upturned corners of the mouth. , mechanically repeated the same promotional words to the people in each dormitory, left the application form at the end, and then moved to the next dormitory until the entire dormitory building was swept.Xu Yangfan experienced it once when he was still a freshman in his freshman year. He ran around four dormitory buildings alone with enthusiasm, and when he woke up the next day, his thigh hurt so badly that he could hardly get out of bed.

From that time on, Xu Yangfan has been suspicious of recruiting new employees to sweep the building. It doesn't matter whether his legs hurt or not. The main reason is that he thinks the "door-to-door" propaganda with smiles is too silly.But for some reason, Xu Yangfan unexpectedly participated in the sweeping activity of the school-level student union to recruit new students.

After Xu Yangfan left Shu Cheng's dormitory, he took two deep breaths, adjusted his breathing, and then stepped forward to knock on the door of the next dormitory.

As soon as the door opened, Xu Yangfan said politely and politely: "Hello, classmate, this is the school's student union recruiting new students, are you interested in learning about it?"

"..." Meng Jiahao looked at the handsome face that appeared twice at the door of his dormitory within 10 minutes, and still couldn't help reminding, "Senior, you just came to our dormitory..."

Xu Yangfan raised his eyes and looked at the house number of the dormitory - A210.

He did leave on the A5 from here just 211 minutes ago.

……

"Sorry to bother you." Xu Yangfan didn't explain too much, turned around and left after apologizing.

But this time he didn't go to the next dormitory, but turned around and walked out of the dormitory gate.

Sure enough, the job of sweeping buildings was still not suitable for him.

Thinking so, Xu Yangfan took out his mobile phone to make a call as soon as he left the gate of the dormitory building.

"Hey, Zhao Jianneng, where are you?"

"After you're done with your work, arrange for two officers to come over to Building 4 of Chengyuan."

"Come here to recruit new people."

"I'm in a hurry now, and the building hasn't been cleaned yet."

"When you let them come over, you can start from the third floor. I'll finish the first and second floors."

"Okay, then tell them, I put the rest of the application form in the aunt's duty room on the first floor, so remember to take it when they come over."

……

He Qiu presided over the first-year meeting that afternoon. In fact, he didn't say anything particularly important, but Shu Cheng still listened carefully to He Qiu for more than an hour.

After returning to the dormitory after the meeting in the evening, Meng Jiahao came to Shu Cheng's dormitory to visit again.

The people in the room of A211, except Song Nan who was reading a book, the other three were playing games.Seeing Meng Jiahao approaching, Shu Cheng freed up a hand and took out the application form left in the afternoon and handed it to him.

"What is it?" Meng Jiahao took a piece of paper from Shu Cheng, "The application form for the student union? I have it. People from the student union came this afternoon and came twice."

That's right, he would definitely go to every dormitory when recruiting new people to sweep the building, but he took them all.

"If you don't want it, just bring it." Shu Cheng was playing the game with both hands, and said to Meng Jiahao without looking back.

Meng Jiahao happily put the watch on Shu Cheng's desk. Seeing that there were two identical watches on Shu Cheng's desk, he couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have so many watches for a school student union?"

"You don't care about me." Shu Cheng glanced at the table, plus the one returned by Meng Jiahao, there are three left in total.

Who knew there would be so many?At that time...he just took a few cards when he thought of a few people in his mind.

They gave each of Lan Peng and Song Nan a copy, and then realized that Liu Siyang didn't like to join these organizations at all, so he didn't give it to him, but who would have thought that Meng Jiahao didn't want it either?

"It's not that I don't want your watch." Meng Jiahao laughed again and explained a little embarrassedly: "I have already handed in the form of the school art troupe."

Only then did Shu Cheng raise his eyebrows to look at Meng Jiahao, and said with a smile, "Yes, porcupine! Be brave for love?"

"Get lost." Meng Jiahao pushed Shu Cheng, "What do you love, you know nothing."

"What what?" Lan Peng's game was still going on, and his gossiping heart never stopped, "What love? Who loves whom?"

Liu Siyang was also playing games. Although he didn't speak, he glanced here several times with interest.

Only Shu Cheng and Song Nan looked at each other tacitly, smiled and said nothing.

Meng Jiahao's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh no, Porcupine, why are you blushing?" Lan Peng urged, "Come on, let's talk about it, what's your situation?"

"What's the situation, nothing!" Meng Jiahao said angrily, "You stop playing your game."

Everyone had a good time.

"You guys shouldn't stay in A211 for a long time." Meng Jiahao made a conclusion, raised his hand, and said, "Let's go, see you again by fate!"

Everyone was even happier, this was the shortest time Meng Jiahao had visited.But it could be seen that he was in a good mood, and he didn't forget to reach out and hit Lan Peng before going out. If Lan Peng hadn't been stuck in the game in his hand, he would have chased Meng Jiahao back and hit him.

When college students attend classes, they usually have to change classrooms at the end of each major class. When the time for changing classrooms arrives, the entire campus is full of people.The footsteps of people on the road are different. The freshmen who have just entered the school are always in a hurry, and their feet fly quickly, but those old fritters who are used to the rhythm of college life always walk slowly by stepping on the class bell. classroom.

Just under these hurried or slow footsteps, time slipped very fast.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since school started.

On the afternoon when Meng Jiahao successfully passed the interview with the school art troupe, he came to Shucheng's dormitory and howled for a long time. The next day, the four of them almost went to the school hospital to have their ears checked.Lan Peng, on the other hand, was in high spirits at the beginning, didn't know what to think, but suddenly changed his mind, and didn't hand in the last application form, saying that he was waiting to join other clubs.Song Nan carefully selected several departments, and finally went to the Propaganda Department, thinking that he could learn photography, writing and so on. It happened that he wanted to exercise his literary skills, but he also went to the student union at the college level Propaganda Department.

I don't know why, but everyone seems to have never considered the school-level student union.

Shu Cheng was hesitant at first, he definitely wanted to join the student union, but he didn't know where to go.He hesitated back and forth, thinking a lot in a mess, and finally silently put away the three school-level student union application forms, and followed Song Nan to the propaganda department of the student union of the outer courtyard.

The head of the Propaganda Department is the short-haired senior who came to their dormitory last time to recruit new students——Zhu Lin, a sophomore majoring in French.

The work of the Propaganda Department is not complicated. In one department, it is divided into four groups: manuscript collection and editing, photography and videography, graphic design and background push.But newcomers like Shu Cheng and Song Nan who just entered the department are not divided into groups. They have to learn everything. During this period, there will be special seniors and sisters to guide and train them. abilities and interests to work in groups.

Manuscript editing is Shu Cheng's forte. Although he has not studied photography, but with his natural sensitivity to taking pictures, the photos he took are not bad.Since joining the Propaganda Department, in addition to completing the work assigned to him by the minister, he only needs to spare time to learn more about poster design and background push operations. Fortunately, these two things are not too difficult for Shu Cheng.

The days of working and studying in the Propaganda Department were relatively easy.

In late October, the weather slowly began to turn cooler, and along with the cooler weather, there was also Shu Cheng's heart.

Not every university exam will disclose the midterm results, but unfortunately, mathematics is made public.

Lying on the bed, Shu Cheng looked at the mathematics mid-term exam score sheet in the class. There was a row of [-] or [-], and his grades were particularly dazzling.

62 points, did not fail, but not far from failure.

Shu Cheng wanted to cry, but he had really worked very hard for this perverted university liberal arts mathematics.He listens carefully to every class, completes every homework carefully, and always asks Song Nan if he doesn’t understand. Although Song Nan’s lectures sometimes give him a half-knowledge, he still tries hard to understand. What is the result?

Shu Cheng simply wondered if he was going to smash mathematics to the end in this life?

Shu Cheng pulled out the pillow from his head and covered his face - this should be the biggest setback he has encountered in his studies since his perennial No. 18 student lived for [-] years.

No, not a setback, but a shame.

I have worked so hard to study mathematics, and finally achieved this kind of result. After thinking about it seriously, Shu Cheng feels that it is not all due to his own personal reasons. There are always some unexpected external reasons in the exam-for example, the extra invigilator.

There are not too many foreign language majors in each language, and the only one who has a little more is the English major.The content of the math class is the same for students of several languages, and the exams are all taken together. In this way, more people take the exam at the same time.One invigilator is definitely not enough, the rules of the midterm exam are not as strict as the final exam, so the math teacher just invited an acquaintance to help invigilate the exam together.

Shu Cheng felt that it was this acquaintance whom the math teacher casually invited to help, which had at least 10 points of influence on his grades.

As soon as Shu Cheng sat in the examination room, he raised his eyes and saw Xu Yangfan who was arranging the answer sheets of the test papers on the podium.

The last time he saw this person, he was half naked and blushing - thinking of this, Shu Cheng's heart beat for no reason.

He had to read the first question for 10 minutes to get it into his head, and Xu Yangfan went back and forth to him several times during the proctoring exam, and Shu Cheng also went back and forth to change the answer several times.

If he thinks this way, Xu Yangfan has to bear a little responsibility for his math performance.

Shu Cheng thought angrily, how could he meet Xu Yangfan everywhere?

Lingering?

Enemy road is narrow?

Although the two were not familiar with each other and had no enmity or grudge, Shu Cheng still couldn't help feeling that Xu Yangfan must have fallen in love with him just like mathematics.

[The author has something to say]: Tsk, there is not a single drop of the saved manuscript.