Reinventing the Millennium

In the dormitory at night, Lin Chengku sat at his desk, looking at the book like a statue.

Crunch.

The door was pushed open.

Lin Cheng twisted his neck and regained some of his popularity.

"Old Fang, are you back? How is your sister today?"

Fang Zhuo put the newly bought notebook on the desk, found a pen and sat next to his roommate. He casually replied: "It's not bad. My aunt is with her today. I also found a caregiver. I feel in good spirits." .”

He was just about to sit down at his desk and write the information on the piece of paper into his notebook when he suddenly felt that Lin Cheng was a little depressed and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look depressed."

Lin Cheng raised his book and looked up to the sky and sighed: "I can't do this question! It's too difficult!"

"Oh." Fang Zhuo concentrated on transcribing the message and put the three hundred yuan in his pocket on the table.

"What kind of money is this?" Lin Cheng moved forward and found that the names of different people were written on the roommate.

"Money earned today." Fang Zhuo replied.

Lin Cheng was shocked. He reached for the money and twisted it: "What did you do for money?"

Fang Zhuo stopped writing, glanced at his roommate, and felt that it was a waste of words, so he said calmly: "I earned it by being a scalper."

"Wow." Lin Cheng stood up and walked around three times, "Nice!"

Fang Zhuo urged: "Hurry up and read your book."

The lights in the dormitory were bright, and the three pictures of Mao Zedong were even brighter.

Lin Cheng sat on the bench and was stunned for a while. It only took one day, and that was two months of living expenses!

His mood could not calm down for a long time.

Fang Zhuo finished transcribing the information, checked it once, and then habitually tore up the paper and threw it into the trash can. He stood up and found that his roommate was in a daze.

"What are you thinking about? Just read and study. This is just a small amount of money. You will make a lot of money after you upgrade to a bachelor's degree."

Lin Cheng came to his senses, grabbed the textbook, and just turned the page, he turned around and said, "How about I join you in the scalping business."

"What the hell. Where's today's newspaper?"

Fang Zhuo hit his roommate on the shoulder, took a stack of newspapers from him, climbed into bed and read it carefully.

Today is September 17th:

——The XN Olympic Games are in full swing, and athletes are striving for gold medals.

——Focus on the huge smuggling case in Yuandao, revealing the shocking inside truth.

——The country is expected to conduct its fifth national census on November 1.

——Gross domestic product increased by 8.2% year-on-year in the first half of the year, and economic growth for the whole year is expected to be higher than last year.

"Old Fang, are you looking for the password to wealth again?" Lin Cheng reluctantly read a few pages of the book and saw Fang Zhuo reading the newspaper. He joked, "I didn't see you using the password to open wealth last time. I'm still waiting for your blessing. Woolen cloth."

Fang Zhuo glanced at him and said to himself, if you take two steps to open the cabinet, all the wealth you found last time will be put there, it will blind your eyes.

Lin Cheng laughed "hehe" twice and asked: "Did Teacher Su help you get the internship? Hey, I think Teacher Su is really pretty, even more attractive than the pretty girls in our class!"

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to ask such a serious question.

"He's quite good-looking and a nice person."

"Really?" Lin Cheng said cheerfully, holding on to the railing of the upper bunk, "She really looks like Guo Xiang. I don't know if she has a boyfriend."

"You have a lot to do." Fang Zhuo picked up the newspaper again and kicked Lin Cheng's hand, "Go and read quickly. If you don't pass the exam, just wait and cry."

Lin Cheng let go of his hand angrily and muttered: "I won't cry if I fail the exam."

Fang Zhuo let out a "heh" and cried profusely in his previous life. He might see a rematch in this life.

The dormitory became quiet again, and Lin Cheng was gradually able to read.

When he stretched and finished today's progress, he turned around and found Fang Zhuo sitting in a daze on the upper bunk with the newspaper on his pillow.

"Old Fang, what are you doing, what are you thinking about?"

It took a few seconds for Fang Zhuo to come back to his senses. He looked out the window and said leisurely: "I'm thinking about what I need to do in this era."

Lin Cheng was about to make a joke, but suddenly felt that his roommate's expression was particularly serious.

He thought about this sentence and was a little confused. What does Lao Fang need to do in this era?

A few minutes later, Lin Cheng did not give feedback to his good friend's words. Instead, he expressed his true feelings: "Lao Fang, I think you have changed and are different from before."

"What's the difference?" Fang Zhuo concealed the emotion in his heart and asked with a smile.

"You used to squat with me at the school gate to look at the junior girls, but now you seem to have no idea about the junior girls at all." Lin Cheng said with some resentment.

Fang Zhuo raised his eyebrows, touched his bald head, and solemnly announced: "I am bald, and I have become stronger."

Lin Cheng: "..."

…………

"Hey, Xiao Fang, why are you so dazed?"

"I guess you're right here!"

Su Wei approached sneakily and suddenly appeared with a jump, trying to scare Fang Zhuo who was sitting on the steps.

"Teacher Xiao Su is here, coming to see the uncle again." Fang Zhuo was slightly frightened and quickly calmed down.

"No, I made a special trip to see you." Su Wei simply sat on the steps, took out the application form from her bag, and said angrily, "Two days ago, I only asked you to sign and took the application form to the Academic Affairs Office. Director Xu."

"As a result, he asked me why I didn't fill in the internship project and only got an empty form."

"I told him about your situation, but he didn't want to agree."

"I mentioned what you said about the school's image. Director Xu reluctantly agreed, but he also said that my work process should be rigorous, saying that the more students are in the first batch, the more they have to set a good example, and so on."

Su Wei talked a lot depressedly, vaguely admiring the persuasive reasons Fang Zhuo taught her.

"I heard that a roommate in my dormitory left the relationship with the dean and no longer comes to school." Fang Zhuo smiled slightly, "The cliché that the work process must be rigorous is correct, but you need to understand what the purpose is. Come on, don’t worry.”

"Ah? That's it."

Su Wei felt better. She looked at the application form aimlessly and said, "What's going on? You talk like a teacher, but I became a student."

Fang Zhuo asked, "Is there any?"

"Hey, fill out the application form first. What do you write here?" Su Wei shook her head, "You can't write about scalpers, right? You're not a scalper either."

She thought for a while: "Anyway, the Academic Affairs Office just wants a form. What career do you want to do in the future? Just fill it out."

Fang Zhuo said nothing.

Su Wei gave him a strange look and asked, "Xiao Fang, I'm talking to you. What do you want to do in the future?"

Fang Zhuo's expression was hesitant.

He said slowly: "I've been thinking about it these past two days."

"Yesterday, I asked myself, what does this era need from me?"

Su Wei asked curiously: "Huh? What are you thinking about?"

Fang Zhuo shook his head: "I haven't thought of anything, but I think, maybe, I should change my mind."

He smiled softly: "I can do something for this era."

Su Wei looked at Fang Zhuo intently, his bald head, hey, even his face was shining.