Six Hundred and Twenty-Eight, Class Representative Ren Xiaosu

Early in the morning, Qin Sheng wrapped himself up tightly and came to the courtyard where Ren Xiaosu and the others were staying.

He handed Ren Xiaosu a student ID card, and said with some embarrassment: "I want to get you a new student ID card, but the principal of Qinghe University disagreed, and he said that no suspicious person is allowed to enter now. On his campus, he put an end to everything that might harm his students... The old headmaster is rather stubborn, and the face of our knights is not easy to use."

"What else is going on?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously, "Is there anything in Los Angeles that knights can't do?"

"Yes, there are two places where what we say doesn't work. To be precise, it doesn't matter who speaks," Qin Sheng explained: "One is the newspaper office of Hope Media, and the other is Qinghe University. Jiang Xu of Hope Media The editor-in-chief and President Hu Xingzhi of Qinghe University are both very principled people, and we respect them very much."

"Then what is this student ID?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"This is my cousin's student ID card," Qin Sheng explained, "Fortunately, his face looks a bit like yours, but he wears glasses. When you passed the martial law checkpoint, you said you were just without glasses, and the ID The photos are not the same as my own, so that’s fine. Enter the school at 8:00 in the morning and leave at 8:00 in the evening, and you must be on time. Only these two classes of martial law soldiers have our informants.”

Ren Xiaosu nodded: "Okay."

It seems that Qin Sheng has arranged all these things, and Ren Xiaosu is embarrassed to let others arrange so many things for him at such a critical time.

However, when Ren Xiaosu saw that Qin Sheng hesitated to speak, he asked in confusion, "Is there anything else?"

"Oh," Qin Sheng embarrassedly took out a schedule and said, "This is my cousin's schedule."

"What do you mean?" Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment.

"Look, since he gave you his student ID card, he won't be able to enter the school. You need to take his place in class to handle the teacher's roll call," Qin Sheng said helplessly. In fact, his cousin just wanted to skip class. Someone went to school for me, I was so happy, now I can stay at home and play game consoles every day.

But Qin Sheng felt embarrassed because the guy in front of him was a young marshal from the Northwest, you asked the handsome young marshal to help him shout...

"Okay, no problem," Ren Xiaosu agreed, he was doing him a favor, so he wouldn't refuse to agree to such a trivial matter, and Ren Xiaosu himself wanted to go to the university class to see it.

Qin Sheng was about to leave after finishing his business, when Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked, "When will those people do it?"

"I don't know," Qin Sheng shook his head: "We have killed a group of people in the past two days, maybe it was because the reaction was so strong that it frightened them, so many people went into hibernation, but the teacher said they would definitely do it, but Wait for an opportunity."

...

Ren Xiaosu went to Qinghe University alone, Zhou Yingxue pulled Qin Sheng and said that he would also get her a student ID card, but Qin Sheng refused, after all, Zhou Yingxue really didn't look like a student.

When entering Qinghe University, the martial law troops outside the school checked Ren Xiaosu's student ID card, and they didn't even raise the question that the photo didn't look like the person himself.

This is not the first time he has come to Qinghe University, but the entire campus is still like a maze to him.

And what makes him speechless is that the classrooms of each class are different, that is to say, every time he attends a class, he has to get lost first...

"Is there only one class in the morning?" Ren Xiaosu looked at the class schedule in his hand, thinking that the students of Qinghe University were too relaxed.

No wonder these people still have time to engage in various activities, purely idle.

Ren Xiaosu walked on the campus, his eyes wandered around, trying to find the familiar figure he expected,

But nothing.

After finally finding the classroom where the class is held, as soon as they walked in, all the students turned their attention to Ren Xiaosu: "Student, this is the classroom for Social Humanities and Politics. Did you go to the wrong place?"

"Wait, do you know Zheng Hang?" Ren Xiaosu glanced at the schedule and asked.

"I know you," a girl said, "He's a classmate in our class."

Ren Xiaosu grinned and said, "Oh, then I'm on the right track. I'll take his place in class. When does the teacher usually roll the roll?"

The students in the classroom were stunned, and a boy exaggeratedly exclaimed: "That kid Zheng Hang is too ruthless. He actually paid someone to help with the roll call. Hey, how do you charge for the roll call?"

These words stunned Ren Xiaosu, why did it involve fees, is there really someone in Qinghe University who is engaged in the business of helping with the roll call?

He grinned and said, "30 at a time."

"The price is quite reasonable," a boy joked, "But two or three classes a day, I'm afraid only the rich second generation like Zheng Hang can afford it, so I won't envy you."

At this moment, the sound of crutches sounded outside the classroom, and the classroom immediately fell silent, and some boys gave Ren Xiaosu a wink, telling him to sit down quickly.

But it was too late, the sound of the crutches had already reached the door, and when Ren Xiaosu turned his head, both he and the people outside were stunned.

The person here is the editor-in-chief of Hope Media, Jiang Xu!

There are many visiting professors in Qinghe University. These people are people with high status in the society, and their academic attainments are also very profound. They can be called masters.

And Jiang Xu was such a visiting professor at Qinghe University, and Hu Xingzhi, the president of the university, personally visited and invited him.

Ever since the accident at Fort 61, Jiang Xu couldn't help but think of Ren Xiaosu, not only because of the uniqueness of the two numbers 61, but also because he always felt that those sad words about the times should not come from a young man.

Who can say this, what kind of things have they experienced?

However, Jiang Xu never expected that he would see Ren Xiaosu in the classroom, but he had never seen Ren Xiaosu before. Although he had many students, this young man had a unique temperament that he would definitely remember at a glance.

Jiang Xu asked slowly: "What's your name?"

Ren Xiaosu secretly thought it was bad, but he still bit the bullet and said, "My name is Zheng Hang."

Jiang Xu didn't expose him, but walked up to the podium step by step: "It just so happens that I still lack a class representative for this class, and Zheng Hang, you will be my class representative in the future, and you will do things like collecting homework. "

The students in the audience began to mourn for Zheng Hang...

Why did I find a person to help and call out a class representative? Zheng Hang might have to face such a miserable life in the future. Jiang Xu found out that he had to find someone to take the class instead. It's not good, maybe it will hang for several years...

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There is another one tonight