young sir

so late? "

As soon as the words finished, Bi Ziyun felt that she looked like a little daughter-in-law of Cha Gang, and it seemed awkward no matter how she said it.

Seeing that Bi Ziyun's legs were still twitching uncontrollably, Fang Nan stretched out his hand to hold his ankle: "Old Lin said that there is an event at school today, so I'll go with him."

Breaking free from Fang Nan's hands, Bi Ziyun packed up the coffee table, got up and went to the kitchen to watch her boyfriend cook.

After the two had a simple and hot dinner, Fang Nan sat at the coffee table and reviewed the textbook "Cloud Computing", while Bi Ziyun lay back on the sofa and continued to read the materials in his hand.

Worried that the dim light in the living room would be bad for Fang Nan's eyes, he even turned on the headlights on purpose.

The thick stack of white paper in Bi Ziyun's hand is the registration form for freshmen recruiting for the "Tinder" practice department in this year's P Spring.As the head of the practice department, he needs to screen the applicants first, and then the department will notify suitable candidates to participate in the interview.

Although it takes up a lot of free time, he still likes this job in the club.One of his future ideals is to become a civil litigation lawyer. The first step in getting started is to provide free legal aid to people in financial difficulties or in need.Taking the public welfare team out to do projects every weekend has provided Bi Ziyun with a lot of practical experience.

After screening for more than two hours, only the last few registration forms were left.Bi Ziyun yawned, and was about to get up from the sofa, and dragged Fang Nan back to the room to sleep. Unexpectedly, after flipping through it, he found a registration form without a photo on it. name.

[Application form for new students of the "Tinder" student charity association, applicant: Fang Nan, date of birth: 1996.01.27...] Why did Fang Nan suddenly sign up for "Tinder", and the application was from his own practice department?

Bi Ziyun turned her head abruptly, looking at her boyfriend who was sitting behind her studying hard.Fang Nan didn't notice that Bi Ziyun was staring at him at all. He just flipped through the textbook while running data on his second-hand laptop.

No... This form is clearly not Fang Nan's handwriting.Fang Nan's handwriting has always been very correct, and he will not draw random characters like those on the form.

Who helped Fang Nan report the "fire seed", and did Fang Nan know about it?

Picking up the registration form, Bi Ziyun was about to open his mouth to ask questions, but after a second thought, he stuffed Fang Nan's registration form back into the archives team.

He thought of a brilliant idea.

Fang Nan just woke up in bed when he received the club interview text message.He did two consecutive group assignments last night and didn't go to sleep until dawn.

It was dark late in early summer, but the sunlight outside the window had disappeared without a trace.Seeing the empty rental house, Fang Nan picked up his mobile phone and realized that the time was almost six o'clock in the afternoon.

Bi Ziyun said that he had something to do at school today, so he left the house early.He sent Bi Ziyun a WeChat message at noon, asking him if he would go home for dinner, but Bi Ziyun never replied.

Because he is a year older than himself, Bi Ziyun usually has more things to do in school than him.Without special circumstances, he usually would not ask Bi Ziyun what he did at school all day long. He only knew that Bi Ziyun joined one or two clubs and the school orchestra, and he was quite busy recently.

The person who sent the interview text message was the "Tinder" public welfare association... He felt that the name of this association was somewhat familiar, as if someone had mentioned it to him several times, but he didn't remember exactly what it said.

Fang Nan dialed Lao Lin, and before he could speak, Lao Lin had already spoken enthusiastically on the other end of the phone: "Brother Nan, have you received the interview message for 'Tinder'? Building 09, what about you?"

Fang Nan: "...08:30."

Finding that Lao Lin didn't seem to have any intention of explaining, Fang Nan asked him, "Did you sign up for this club?"

"Yeah," said Lao Lin cheerfully, "Didn't the counselor ask me to supervise you to participate in more extracurricular activities? I picked this for a long time, and felt that hip-hop clubs, debate teams, and other messy ones were not suitable for you, so I finally chose this for you. This club is a voluntary charity club, and I heard that the school is quite supportive, so if you didn't read it, I also signed up."

Lao Lin is the monitor of the class, a decathlon native with a bold personality.Last week in the hundred-regiment battle, Lao Lin shouldered the important task entrusted to him by the counselor, and took Fang Nan to the booths of more than 200 clubs for a day, but he couldn't find any that Brother Nan was particularly interested in.On the contrary, sports clubs such as basketball club and football club threw olive branches at Fang Nan one after another, but it's a pity that Brother Nan's waist is bad and he can't handle it.

He finally chose "Tinder", thinking that a good-natured man like Brother Nan who doesn't have any bad habits should join this kind of charity organization that is compassionate to all living beings.

Fang Nan didn't expect that there would be an interview for joining the student club.After thinking about it, he decided to go to the school, even if it was a formality, he couldn't save the face of Lao Lin and the counselor.

Before leaving the apartment, he fried a beef rice bowl in the kitchen, put it in a crisper and kept it in the refrigerator, and left a post-it note on the refrigerator, saying that he had something to go home late at night, and asked Bi Ziyun to heat it up again after returning home. eat.

There are people in many classrooms of Second Teaching, and it seems that many clubs have arranged interviews tonight.Following the location prompt in the text message, Fang Nan walked up to the third floor and stopped at the door of a multimedia classroom.

There are already six or seven students sitting in front of the bench outside the classroom, and they should all come to participate in the club interview.There were a few girls wearing club t-shirts standing at the door, and a tall and handsome boy walked towards them, quickly attracting their attention.

"Student, what's your name?" the club staff at the door asked.

"Fang Nan." Fang Nan replied.

The girl was right, checked the name on the list, confirmed that she was right, and led him to one of the vacant seats: "You are the sixth classmate to interview tonight, at 08:30, please wait here for a while. We'll call you in when the time comes."

After all, they were all fledgling freshmen, and the students who were called around were a little nervous, and followed the staff into the classroom one by one as if they were following the guillotine.

Seeing the resumes in everyone's hands, Fang Nan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to print the resumes.

Forget it, he was also forced by Lao Lin to put the duck on the shelves temporarily, just as he wanted.

Number five is a girl from the medical school. After the interview, she walked out of the classroom with an aggrieved expression on her face. It seemed that the interview process was not going well.

The friend sitting on the waiting chair asked her anxiously: "Xiaoqiu, how are you doing?"

The girl's tone was a little low: "The main interviewer is really strict, and the questions asked are so sharp..."

The staff at the door opened the door and asked the people in the classroom: "Minister, No. [-] is ready."

A gentle male voice came from the classroom: "Okay, call in."

Hearing this familiar voice, Fang Nan's face remained calm, but his heart was already filled with turmoil.

It's a pity that the club staff had already opened the door for him, and it was too late to turn around and leave.

Walking into the interview room, looking at Bi Ziyun who was sitting in the center of everyone, the veins on Fang Nan's forehead twitched.

If this person doesn't reply to his text messages, how dare he just sit here and bully the freshmen?

He thought that Bi Ziyun would be so surprised when he found out that the person who came in was him, but he didn't expect that person just raised his drooping eyelids, and then changed into a comfortable position with two legs.

He understood that Bi Ziyun did this on purpose.

In addition to Bi Ziyun, there were four or five sophomores sitting in the classroom, and they should all be ministers and vice ministers of this association.Unexpectedly, several other people were waiting for Bi Ziyun in the middle to speak, as if they all followed his lead.

When Fang Nan sat down in front of the interview seat, the girl sitting next to Bi Ziyun said, "This classmate, please give a brief self-introduction first."

Hearing the deputy minister speak, Bi Ziyun picked up the pen beside the table, bowed his head and began to write in the notebook in front of him.

Fang Nan: "..."

He clearly saw that Bi Ziyun first wrote down his name on the draft paper, and then drew a grimace next to the name.

Seeing that there were other people in the classroom, Fang Nan still briefly introduced himself, probably about the entrance time of the grade and major.

After listening to Fang Nan's introduction, the deputy director was a little curious: "Student, why did you choose to sign up for our club?"

Why?Because I am your leader's man.

Bi Ziyun coughed twice, this is the line of his own YY ​​in his mind.

After a while, everyone heard the freshman boy in front of him speak slowly: "Help others and give back to the society."

Bi Ziyun turned her back, her shoulders began to tremble uncontrollably.

Fang Nan knew that Bi Ziyun was holding back his laughter, and Bi Ziyun was deliberately digging a hole for him, so he did it on purpose as well.

Several vice ministers asked a few more questions about the topic of public welfare. In the end, there was really nothing to ask, so they turned to Bi Ziyun who was in the middle: "Minister, do you have anything else to ask?"

The big guy gradually realized that since this person came in, the minister seemed to have become a little strange.Before interviewing a few freshmen, he was obviously the one who asked the most and sharpest questions. Why did the minister suddenly quiet down and keep silent when it was his turn.

Hearing the deputy minister asking herself, Bi Ziyun just smiled, and said casually: "He's not bad, I'm fine now."

After being picked by several people in the room like fruits and vegetables, Fang Daxue was sent out by the staff just like that with his frozen face.

As soon as Fang Nan walked out of the interview classroom, he heard the notification sound on his mobile phone.He slid open the screen and found that Bi Ziyun had sent him a screen full of kneeling villains.

Okay, this person pretended not to know me from the beginning to the end, but now I know that I regret it