I Really Didn’t Want to be Born Again

The next day is the official class day. Public management is known as a panacea major, and the things you learn are all-encompassing, including Principles of Management, Western Economics, Organizational Behavior, Applied Statistics and so on.

In the first few classes, everyone except Chen Hansheng listened very carefully. Even Yang Shichao bought a new notebook, with an eye on the bridge of his nose, and carefully listed one, two, three... ...

But after two or three days, everyone became familiar with the rhythm of the university classroom, and many people relaxed their minds. Chen Hansheng was still sleeping.

Brother Chen, why don't you listen?

Sitting next to him, Li Zhennan saw that Chen Hansheng was either sleeping or drawing, so he wanted to remind him to pay attention to his studies.

When I'm old, I can't remember anything I learn.

Chen Hansheng lazily replied that he had a similar experience with Yang Shichao. The first and second pages of the newly bought notebook were full of content, but the handwriting began to be scribbled from the third page, and the fifth page and later were brand new. One piece.

Children can't be taught. You should listen to the fourth child, otherwise you will definitely ask me to tutor you in the final exam.

Yang Shichao showed off the score of the boss in the dormitory, and showed off his fair and standardized class notes by the way.

Chen Hansheng curled his lips, thinking that Shen Youchu would be my girlfriend during the final exam, and he needs your tutoring, but he also can't see Yang Shichao's virtue of pretending to be a scholar, so he pushed him on the shoulder and said, Let's go, catch everything , CS Desert Gray.

Don't go, don't go, don't hinder my study.

Yang Shichao firmly refused.

I'll treat you to a chicken drumstick meal at noon.

Chen Hansheng continued.

It's not about chicken leg rice, I want to learn.

Yang Shichao still did not agree.

Plus a bottle of soda.

Fourth, don't be like this, our parents sent us here to learn...

I also cover the internet fee.

Let's go, you might lose your chance if you go late, don't pretend, Shaoqiang, the teacher has already talked to the fifth page, and you are still working hard on the third page.

In this way, the three Internet-addicted teenagers skipped classes for the first time in college, planning to leave the Introduction to Mao class during the break.

Li Zhennan, a good boy, will definitely not go. Jin Yangming is also a scumbag in essence. He wants to play CS, but unfortunately no one likes him.

The only one closest to Jin Yangming was Dai Zhenyou, and it was because of his mobile phone.

Although Jin Yangming refused to admit it, he really wanted to hang out with Chen Hansheng. He always felt that they were the high-end circle, but he couldn't let go of the superiority of the Jianye locals, so he got entangled.

This entanglement caused mental problems. Just when Chen Hansheng and the other three were about to leave quietly, Jin Yangming suddenly yelled: Report to the teacher!

General Introduction to Mao was taught by a little old man, and he was almost not frightened by this voice. He pushed his reading glasses and asked, What's the matter, classmate?

The three of Chen Hansheng were also taken aback, and quickly sat back to their original seats. Since Mao Zhanlan is a big class, and the three classes of public management are taught together, more than 100 students all looked at Jin Yangming.

Jin Yangming took a warning look at the internet-addicted teenager, and then said loudly, Teacher, you forgot to assign your homework.

Before Chen Hansheng and the others could say anything, the other students refused to agree, thinking that this is a fucking idiot, there is no one who specially reminds the teacher to keep homework.

Fortunately, the teacher of Introduction to Mao also knew that these metaphysical political ideas didn't make much sense, so he waved his hand and said, Thank you for reminding me, we mainly focus on self-study after class.

Lao Liu, are you cheap? You did it on purpose.

Guo Shaoqiang, who had returned to his position, asked in a muffled voice.

Jin Yangyang snorted coldly, fiddled with his phone and didn't speak.

Chen Hansheng thought that Jin Yangming was hypocritical enough,

Shaking his head, he said, Let's go together, sixth son, there are so many people.

Jin Yangming pretended to hesitate, and then reluctantly said: Then you can't compete with me for sniping.

It's all up to you.

So the threesome turned into the Four King Kong. The mood of skipping class for the first time in college was excited and a little apprehensive, unlike when I was a sophomore, skipping class almost became a living habit.

However, when they were at the school gate, a security guard stopped them and forced them to sign before they would let them go. Chen Hansheng guessed that it was the order of the head of the school to intimidate the freshmen not to skip class in this way.

Just sign it, it's useless anyway.

Chen Hansheng signed and left in a cool manner.

Jin Yangming was the second, but when he saw the words Public Administration Class 2, Department of Humanities and Social Sciences, Li Zhennan written on the front, he looked up at Chen Hansheng's back, cursed a bitch, and quickly wrote down Department of Humanities and Social Sciences, Public Administration Class 2, Dai Zhenyou.

Yang Shichao and Guo Shaoqiang did the same. In short, everyone successfully left the campus, but before entering the Internet cafe, Chen Hansheng asked them to play first, and he would come back later if he had something to do.

Mysterious.

Although the other three felt strange, they were soon immersed in the fire the hole gunfire.

Chen Hansheng came out of the Internet cafe, and took out the part-time job form Shentong Express Recruiting Campus Agents that he had torn off in the Kaishui room. The address on it was near Tianyuan East Road, which is not far from Yiwu Commodity Center. arrive.

This is a row of 2-storey critical shops, but it was relatively deserted in 2002. There was no subway, the traffic in the community was not much, and the spending power of college students was also very limited. Therefore, the business of these shops facing the street was mediocre, far inferior to that of Yiwu Commodity Center.

At present, only Shentong Express Jiangling branch is open, and many couriers at the door are carrying and sorting packages.

There is no uniform, rough selection, and unsafe storage methods. Now Shentong is a grassroots team from top to bottom.

Chen Hansheng thought for a while, walked over and handed a cigarette to the courier: Brother, is your manager here?

The courier saw that it was a red Jinling cigarette, which was a higher grade than the Hongtashan he used to smoke. He put the cigarette on his ear and happily pointed out: Manager Zhong is on the second floor.

Chen Hansheng thanked him, and went straight to the second floor. Along the way, he saw that the parcels were placed casually, and the express receipts were jammed here and there. This kind of extensive corporate management just shows the current express delivery industry. overall status quo.

Pushing away the office on the second floor, the scene inside is similar to that on the first floor, except that there are two more dusty desks and a water dispenser.

A man in his forties was sitting on a chair with a cigarette in one hand and filling out a delivery form with the other. When he saw Chen Hansheng coming in, he just took a look and asked, Who are you looking for?

I saw this part-time job listing in school.

Chen Hansheng took out the recruitment information and said.

oh.

The man took a look and asked casually, Which school are you from?

Courtyard.

That's too late, your school already has an agent, you can only be his offline.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he continued to fill in the information, but he always felt that the light was not as bright as before. When he looked up, he found that Chen Hansheng was still at the door.

Didn't I tell you to go back? Your school already has a general agent.

The middle-aged man flicked the cigarette ash and said impatiently.

Chen Hansheng still didn't move, looked at the middle-aged man and said, I just want to ask one more question, how can I replace that general agent?

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