Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

"Night University?"

Lou Xiao'e was slightly stunned, then looked at Zhao Xiyan, "Stationmaster, are you going to study at night university?"

"He has been admitted to Jingcheng University, but he has not yet chosen a major..." Zhang Zhichen said with a smile, "I came here this time to show him the major."

As he spoke, he handed a piece of paper to Zhao Xiyan, on which were dozens of majors densely packed.

Lou Xiao'e stretched her head to look over and said in surprise, "I want to choose literature..."

"There are no vacancies in the factory now." Zhang Zhichen shook his head.

"Minister, you are underestimating me, aren't you?"

Zhao Xiyan handed over a cigarette and chuckled, "What kind of family does Miss Lou come from? Can a night school spot stop her?"

"Hate."

Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes at him.

"That's true."

Zhang Zhichen shook his head and said, "If you move quickly, you might even be able to become classmates with your stationmaster."

"I'm going back..."

Lou Xiao'e said this and ran out.

"Asshole, come back..."

Zhao Xiyan immediately followed him out and angrily shouted, "The show is about to start, where are you going?"

"You play it today."

Lou Xiao'e, who had already run downstairs, waved her hand and ran away on her bicycle.

"asshole……"

After Zhao Xiyan cursed angrily, he returned to the broadcasting studio.

"You don't know how to be gentle with ladies, you call me a 'bastard' and a 'jerk'. This has a very bad influence." Zhang Zhichen scolded with a smile.

"Minister, please don't hurt me."

Zhao Xiyan curled his lips and said, "She and I have already told many people about this... If we don't make our relationship a little more awkward, there might be more rumors."

"Where do you get so many ideas from?" Zhang Zhichen sighed, "It's a pity that you got married too early, otherwise you and Lou Xiao'e would be a perfect match..."

"Minister, do you believe me or not, I will report you?" Zhao Xiyan said dissatisfiedly, "He Yuzhu was spreading rumors in the yard yesterday and was almost arrested by the street office."

"How old are you? You are so methodical." Zhang Zhichen spread his hands and said, "Well, can't we not talk about this in the future? Hurry up and choose a major..."

Zhao Xiyan looked carefully for a long while before looking up and asking, "Minister, is archaeology successful?"

Archaeology is a very unpopular major. If you can successfully escape from the steel mill, when the storm comes, you can join an archaeological team and go deep into the mountains and forests. Wouldn't that be great?

"No, this major is full." Zhang Zhichen spread his hands.

"No, there are people who apply for archaeology?" Zhao Xiyan said in disbelief.

“Why didn’t anyone report it?”

Zhang Zhichen enviously said, "I signed up for archaeology, and I can join an archaeological team in the future, and travel around the country when I have nothing to do... and I don't have to work in the office, where can I find such a job?"

"Archaeological researchers also have to work in the office." Zhao Xiyan said with a pained face.

"You spend one or two years studying a painting, and you only study a few paintings in your lifetime. Your superiors don't know how your research is going. Isn't this job uncomfortable?" Zhang Zhichen curled his lips.

"From the sound of your voice, it seems that you know a lot about archaeology?" Zhao Xiyan asked in surprise.

"My eldest brother is an archaeological researcher."

Zhang Zhichen curled his lips and said, "It was because he applied for archaeology that he traveled all over the country. My father refused to let me apply for this major... He said that since a child had left, I couldn't leave."

puff!

Zhao Xiyan burst into laughter.

"Hurry up and choose quickly." Zhang Zhichen said dissatisfiedly.

"How about meteorology?" Zhao Xiyan asked again.

"It's full." Zhang Zhichen curled his lips.

"International economy?"

"Do you understand English?"

"So... finance major?"

"full."

……

Zhao Xiyan was silent for a while, then he sighed and said, "Why don't you just tell me which ones I can learn well?"

"Ancient literature, history, philosophy..."

“Philosophy is not something dogs learn.”

Zhao Xiyan cursed subconsciously.

"Well?"

Zhang Zhichen looked at him strangely, "Our factory director graduated from the philosophy department of Yan University..."

"Cough cough cough."

Zhao Xiyan started coughing immediately.

"And your immediate superior also graduated from the Philosophy Department of Yan University." Zhang Zhichen glared.

"Or it's still history."

Zhao Xiyan immediately changed the subject.

"Why don't you apply for ancient literature..."

Zhang Zhichen lowered his voice and said, "Isn't this very helpful for your book writing?"

"What does writing novels have to do with your major?" Zhao Xiyan pouted, "Have you seen any college students who graduated from the Department of Literature who are particularly famous for their writing?"

"Well, that's true."

Zhang Zhichen sighed.

A literary giant once said: "Learning to write is meaningless and a sheer waste of time."

"Then help me apply for the history department." Zhao Xiyan chuckled, "Anyway, I just want to get a diploma, I don't really want to become a great historian..."

"Okay, I'll go sign you up then."

Zhang Zhichen said seriously, "The class will start at 7pm next month and last until 11pm. Be prepared..."

"Well, it's going to take that long?"

Zhao Xiyan looked shocked.

In his opinion, a correspondence diploma is just about attending a few classes, taking exams, and getting a diploma.

"If you don't have a good attitude, you'd better give up the idea of ​​going to night university." Zhang Zhichen said seriously, "Night university is a formal university, prepared for some outstanding talents on the job... They have their own jobs to do, so night universities are set up."

"Someone should have told you that a night school diploma is a real university diploma, right?"

"I had forgotten all about that."

Zhao Xiyan felt a little embarrassed.

"Comrade Zhao Xiyan, night school just allows you to study, but not every student who attends night school can get a diploma." Zhang Zhichen said seriously.

"What's the pass rate?" Zhao Xiyan asked curiously.

"Less than 20%."

Zhang Zhichen sighed, "This is still a conservative estimate. In fact, many people who attend night school have a weak foundation and can't even recognize all the characters... I estimate that less than 10% of people can graduate successfully and get a diploma."

"hiss."

Zhao Xiyan felt a little toothache. "Then this system is unfair. Those people should take literacy classes first, and then they should go to night school."

“That’s the system.”

Zhang Zhichen spread his hands and said, "You can't say that the factory recommends workers who have high education but are not good at their work? Then the other excellent workers will not be convinced."

"Makes sense."

Zhao Xiyan sighed, looked at the clock on the wall, and couldn't help but yelled, "Fuck..."

Zhang Zhichen took a look and was also shocked.

It's already eleven fifty-nine.

Zhao Xiyan didn't have time to play with the phonograph, so he sat down at the table. When the pointer turned to "twelve", he pressed the bell for the end of get off work.

Zhang Zhichen originally wanted to speak, but when he saw that Zhao Xiyan had already turned on the microphone, he had to give up.