early morning.

Freeing Sakura-san's number and line from the blacklist still didn't make much change in Mr. Chihara's life.

Because Sakura-san’s goal of further education changed from Tokyo University and Waseda to the English Department of Sophia University.

And I still plan to enroll in Ao, which is the so-called written test and interview, commonly known as related households.

This made the mythical people who got into the unified entrance examination couldn't help but lament the power of money and connections. Sure enough, capitalist society is so decadent, and it's time to write an article to criticize it.

It wasn't until he got up from bed with difficulty in the morning, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and washed his face with cold water in the morning that he finally woke up.

"Time to wake up."

"Wait another five minutes."

He knocked on the bedroom door and urged, and the lazy girl's voice reached his ears from the crack in the door.

"Stop talking nonsense, I have to go to school today and I'm in a hurry."

A very urgent sound.

Zhuda Caimiao woke up in an instant.

As the crack in the door widened, Zhuda Caimiao quickly got in and stood at the door of the bedroom, looking up at Qianyuan with her little face raised.

Last year, my sister was still wearing pink pajamas, her hair was messy, and there were a few stupid hairs sticking out. As she was looking at the mysterious particulate matter that could be seen in the corners of her eyes, Mr. Qianyuan finally understood why people with sisters always lamented that people without sisters are ignorant.

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"Ha~"

Yawning again, Zhuda Caimiao glanced at Qianyuan who was motionless and asked: "Why didn't you bring breakfast today?"

"I stayed up late last night playing games with Sakura-san and overslept, so I didn't have time to buy it."

Qianyuan shook his head and said, "Hurry up and wash up. After you finish, you can go straight to have breakfast."

"So urgent?" Zhuda Caimiao asked in surprise.

"Well, I got to class early, new semester, new schedule." He rolled his eyes, "Hurry up."

"Right away, right away."

Zhuda Caimiao quickly finished brushing her teeth, then raised her palms and gave them a few gentle blows without any image at all.

Well, it has no smell and is very refreshing.

Zhuda Caimiao took out the facial cleanser, squeezed a little on the palm of her hand, rubbed the foam and shouted out the door: "Qianyuan, what time do you have class?"

"Nine o'clock."

"Isn't it only half past seven? I must have made it in time." Zhuda Caimiao put the foam on her face and started to wash her face, with a rather dissatisfied tone.

Really, stay with me for a while, why are you in a hurry and disturb others from sleeping in?

"Not allowed to have breakfast?" Brother Nianxia complained with a slight frown.

"Too."

The girl who had changed her clothes and was ready smoothed her hair on her forehead and waved her hand with satisfaction: "Let's go."

Qianyuan rolled his eyes and commented: "Women are really troublesome."

Nian Shang's younger sister snorted, pretended to be sulky, and kicked someone's shoe, "The score has dropped again, only three points."

Then he looked at the time, walked out of the entrance and turned back, looking directly at Qianyuan: "Have you used facial cleanser today?"

"No." He thought for a moment and added, "Do I need to use my face?"

"If you're not a handsome guy, you don't need to use facial cleanser. Please pay more attention to me!"

Angrily, he pushed someone into the bathroom of his home, took out the women's model that he had been tinkering with for several minutes, squeezed out a little bit with one hand, and gently pressed his neck with the other hand to make him bend over.

Wet your face with water.

By the way, after washing my face, I also put on my winter moisturizer, although it’s also a women’s type...

After that, his routine was as usual.

After breakfast at the shop outside, we got off the trains and hurried into the University of Tokyo behind the red wall.

Today, Mr. Qianyuan’s plan to be a writer is still being implemented step by step.

However, he no longer needs to attend lectures recently. After all, the entire book has been read, and there is no need to worry about the final exam.

I sat in the back row of the class, secretly took out my mobile phone, connected the charging cable to the socket next to me, and occasionally touched the game of Ship Girl in my hand. When I entered the battle interface, I picked up my pen and took the time to write an article about today.

Preparing critical Japanese social networks.

I'm only halfway through writing, and I have no inspiration. This is what happens when laziness attacks.

I was wandering around in my thoughts until the bell rang. I closed my book excitedly and stuffed the book directly into the book. I also stuffed the book into my bag. I just stood up and was suddenly stopped by an unknown boy.

"Excuse me, are you Qianhara-san?"

"Well, it's me."

The thin boy wearing glasses nodded to him and introduced himself: "Hello, I am Susumu Yamashita, a cadre of the student union of the college. The main reason I came to see you this time is to check with you the status of scholarships for this academic year..."

"Pay now?"

"Well, not right away, it depends on the progress."

The boy who called himself Yamashita Jin was stunned for a moment, and then said, "You probably don't have classes in the second period, right? Can you come to the office with me?"

Qianyuan picked up her phone and looked at the time. She still had two hours to eat, so it wouldn't make any difference if she went there.

"good."

"Please come with me."

The two of them went to the building together.

Ever since the name was changed, the University of Tokyo has always adopted the method of student self-governance for campus management. The Tokyo University Student Union also has a long history and has done many major things in its early years.

The autonomous activities of the University of Tokyo and the collective struggle of the University of Tokyo in the last century were once established with the University Student Union as the main body.

To this day, there are still Dongda students from that era participating in teaching activities at Dongda—but their status has long since changed from students to professors and administrators.

As a result, the East University Student Union still retains the tradition of making student democratic proposals to the school board of directors.

Of course, under the current state of joint supervision by teachers and teachers, most of the students' activities are generally within control. The second half of the story of the Berlin Beer Hall speech incident that Mr. Chihara hoped for cannot be told here.

But if it is to form a political party, maybe it will work.

Following the well-dressed little bureaucrat in front of him, he walked into the office. He looked around and took a closer look. It was the opposite of the spacious and bright office he had imagined.

The interior is antique, and the soft sunlight passes through the glass windows on the side and shines on the literary bookshelves in the room.

He swallowed. As expected of Dongda University, the offices of the Student Union were so grand. He made up his mind that if he had money in the future, he would decorate it like this. Wouldn't he be able to fill up the room immediately?

"Qianyuan-kun, please confirm."

"good."

Yamashita first handed over a list of academic results for Qianyuan to check. After he confirmed the results, name, and bank card number that he had specially taken out one by one, he checked the list and closed it.

"Then I'll resign. The cafeteria is still waiting for me to make my appointment."

"Wait a minute!"

Just as he was getting ready to go out, the sliding door of the office opened with a crash.

The speaker was an old teacher with frosty temples. He was wearing an old dark blue suit and a pair of thick-glasses with a sense of age. His hands were calloused. His eyes were as bright as a torch, and he had a profound light. His brows showed that he had seen the ups and downs of the world.

He is calm and indifferent, full of energy despite his age, and his smile is friendly and kind.

Just looking at him made you feel awkward, as if you were facing an elder, and you didn't know where to put your hands.

…

"Although I bought the tea from a nearby supermarket, it still tastes very fragrant and I think it has a refreshing effect."

With that said, the man sitting on the sofa pushed the tea cup in front of Qian Yuan, then took the tea kettle and poured him another cup.

Qianyuan knew this person, the dean of his liberal arts college. The staff sign and the character introductions on the sign beside the door every day were the most conspicuous.

Therefore, he behaved a little more artistically. After all, he had to leave a good impression and establish a network of connections. He would wait for the boss to help him in the future, and he would also teach the students he taught, and each of them would be mentored by his buddies several times in the future.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand to sip the fragrant tea, and his demeanor and brows were all that of a well-educated and talented man, fully impressing him in advance.

Then he was burned, sticking out his cat tongue, and tea dripped on the table.

"It's just been cooked, be careful."

The old man's reminder came belatedly.

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Qianyuan wiped the water stains on the table with a paper towel.

"Good tea, good tea." He said with a smile.

"There's no need to say anything against your will. I know kids your age don't like to drink." The old dean shook his head, "If it doesn't work, just boil water."

"Then I'll pour myself a drink."
To be continued...