I just want to be a good person

Chapter 131 You Should Be Under the Car
in the afternoon.

In the same instructor's office, Shen Wang and Jiao Baozhong were sitting opposite each other.

"After you left at noon, Wang Kai's parents insisted on thanking you again, so I won't stop them."

Jiao Baozhong looked at Shen Wang, took out a bank card from the drawer and handed it over.

"There is [-] in the card, which they left behind. They said that if you think it is not enough, you can raise it again."

After taking the bank card, Shen Wang played with it for a while and then pushed it back.

"Ms. Jiao, please return this card to them. By the way, help me send a few words to Wang Kai's parents."

Jiao Baozhong looked at the cards on the table in surprise, knowing that Shen Wang must have other conditions.

"You say it."

"En." Shen Wang spoke slowly after thinking for a while.

Although I am not going to sue, but the lessons that should be learned are still necessary.

"First, we don't want the 10 yuan, but we want Wang Kai to earn money to compensate us; second, Wang Kai must suspend school immediately, and when he earns enough for the [-] yuan, he will come back; third ...If he does it again, I will kill him with my own hands."

Shen Wang paused for a moment, and said emphatically, "Mr. Jiao, you must help me bring the last sentence back to me."

"..."

Jiao Baozhong is a teacher, logically at this time he should persuade Shen Wang not to be so irritable.

However, he just nodded, and replied with a serious expression: "Don't worry, I will tell you word for word."

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Wang Kai's matter came to an end here, but Shen Wang didn't intend to leave.

"Mr. Jiao, there is one more thing I want to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Jiao Baozhong carefully put the bank card back into the drawer and turned around.

"I would like to know what the evaluation criteria for this year's scholarship are."

Shen Wang didn't forget about Lin Xiaocao's bursary, but he was too busy the past two days, so he really had time to deal with it now.

"I heard that many poor students are stuck because of social practice activities. Is this unreasonable?"

"Huh, is that so?"

Jiao Baozhong was surprised, it seemed that he had not heard any relevant reactions before.

After thinking for a while, he said truthfully: "The evaluation criteria for the bursary are drawn up by the Student Union, and then submitted to the Youth League Committee for approval."

"The social practice activity you mentioned is indeed newly added this year. Is there any problem?"

"Well, I think there is a problem."

Shen Wang said bluntly: "Mr. Jiao, those students from really poor families basically have to work part-time jobs in their spare time in addition to attending classes. In this case, they are required to do social practice. Isn't this difficult?"

"It's really unreasonable for you to say that."

Jiao Baozhong nodded. He knew that the so-called social practice refers to things such as volunteers and corporate internships, and ordinary part-time jobs are not included in it.

"It's more than unreasonable!"

Shen Wang exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Even if you really want to add this requirement, it's not impossible to say it earlier."

"But it was not there last year, and the new rules were suddenly announced this year when the selection was approaching. This left most people with no time to prepare."

"A stipend is not a small number. A few thousand yuan is still very important to these poor students. Do you think it is time to adjust it, even if it is implemented from next year."

Shen Wang's words are well-founded, Jiao Baozhong thinks carefully and feels that they are indeed reasonable.

However, he held an official position in the Youth League Committee, and he knew very well that if the selection rules were really to be changed, there would definitely be considerable resistance.

"Shen Wang, you should report this situation earlier. Now that the scholarship has been evaluated, you can bring it up..."

"Isn't it still in the announcement period?"

Shen Wang was serious: "Isn't the function of the announcement just to get everyone to give their opinions?"

Jiao Baozhong looked confused and hesitated: "That's what I said, but no other student except you has expressed objections. Besides, you don't evaluate the scholarship, why do you..."

"Teacher Jiao!"

Shen Wang straightened his face and suddenly turned into a "Messenger of Justice".

"Although I don't comment, I am a member of the Faculty of Arts! It hurts my heart if I don't say it!"

"If you think about it, if this regulation is really implemented, many poor students may not be able to pay their tuition fees. They will have to save money and spend their precious study time on working."

"But other people can use the money to spend as much as they want, maybe just a few meals or a mobile phone..."

"Okay, okay! Just wait a moment!"

Hearing Shen Wang's speech provoking "class contradictions", Jiao Baozhong felt dizzy, and quickly interrupted: "You can't talk nonsense, I believe that the reason why the student union wants to increase social practice is definitely out of the hope that the students will be comprehensive. Development considerations..."

Shen Wang pretended to be puzzled: "Eh? Teacher Jiao, I didn't say those people belonged to the student union."

"cough!"

Accidentally caught by Shen Wang, Jiao Bao couldn't laugh or cry in the center, but his face was serious.

"Anyway, don't say such nonsense!"

"As for the new regulations... In this way, you can find out the attitude of those poor students last year. If they all express their opinions on this, then the Youth League Committee will reconsider it."

"okay!"

Hearing Jiao Baozhong let go, Shen Wang immediately put away the indignation on his face, and said with a smile: "Then I will do it right away, and then I will report to you!"

"..."

Seeing Shen Wang who had become so slick in an instant, Jiao Baozhong almost wondered if he was the same boy as the boy in the morning.

But things have come to this, if the situation is really the same as what Shen Wang said, he doesn't mind helping those poor students.

As for why Shen Wang made such a move, Jiao Baozhong thought with his feet and knew that it could not be the "sense of responsibility of a member of the Academy of Arts".

He always felt that it was for someone, who exactly...

……

"Little grass!"

The administrative building, "Yan University Entrepreneurship Base", Shen Wang's sudden shout startled Lin Xiaocao who was buried in her studies.

She raised her head in a daze, looked at Shen Wang standing at the door, and answered subconsciously.

"arrive……"

"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhang, who was drinking water next to him, sprayed water on the computer screen and coughed non-stop.

"Are you okay?" Shen Wang stepped forward to Zhang Mao, very anxious.

Zhang Mao's face was flushed, and he waved his hands with difficulty: "I, I'm fine."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Shen Wang picked up a tissue and wiped the screen distressedly.

"I mean the computer is fine. This screen has more than 1000 screens. If you break it, you will have to pay for it! This is the property of the company!"

Zhang Mao: "..."

Standing up angrily, Zhang Maogang was about to argue with Shen Wang about the importance of himself and the screen, when a slight movement came from not far away.

"Puchi..."

The two turned around and saw Lin Xiaocao with her cheeks flushed and covering her mouth. Her little head kept moving, as if she wanted to hide behind the computer screen.

"Hahahahaha!"

Shen Wang burst out laughing, walked over and grabbed Lin Xiaocao's hand: "Come on, let's go out for dinner!"

Hearing that there was food to eat, Zhang Mao suddenly became energetic. Regardless of the slight discomfort still remaining in his throat, he quickly "reminded":

"Fourth, I haven't had dinner yet."

"Go and eat if you haven't eaten, and tell me a jb."

Zhang Mao was not reconciled, and frantically hinted: "I mean, how about..."

"Oh!"

Shen Wang turned his head around, with a suddenly enlightened expression: "Old Zhang, listen to this song, the lyrics are so well written!"

"Song?"

Zhang Mao was taken aback, and listened carefully. There were bursts of singing coming from outside the window, probably from the school radio station.

This is an old song, and the slightly hoarse voice of the male singer is full of sadness.

"...I should be under the car, not in the car..."

(End of this chapter)