I Am the President of the University

"Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, baby girl!"

Changnan City, Xijiang Province.

Song Qingtong looked at the large table of delicacies, her appetite was whetted, and she couldn't help but move her chopsticks.

It’s been almost a month since I came back from winter vacation, and the happiest time was definitely the first week back.

We haven’t seen him for nearly half a year, but when the mythical beast comes back, he is always waiting for him with big fish and meat, and he can buy whatever he wants to eat.

And then after a week at home...

Suddenly he changed from a baby to an annoying guy, and his food returned to normal. As long as his mother saw him playing with his mobile phone for a while, he would say that he had been playing with his mobile phone all day long. If he didn't do the housework, he would be gone again immediately. Label it as delicious and lazy.

In short, she is looking forward to the start of school now.

Fortunately, during the Chinese New Year these days, the frequency of nagging has decreased a lot.

Halfway through the meal, 8pm came quietly.

The much-anticipated Spring Festival Gala has finally begun!

But when Song Qingtong just raised his head to watch TV, the screen of his mobile phone on the table lit up.

It was a text message, and she didn't take it lightly at first. After seeing the content clearly, her original casual look disappeared instantly.

Instead, there was a look of confusion!

"What the hell, who transferred 100 yuan to me?"

Taking a closer look, the content shows [Red Envelope Income]. Where did the red envelope come from?

However, Song's father noticed the change on Song Qingtong's face, put down the wine glass in his hand, and asked curiously: "Tongtong, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just received a transfer income of 100 yuan from China Construction Bank inexplicably." Song Qingtong was scratching his head for a long time. Could it be that the 100 yuan fell from the sky?

At this time, several WeChat message notifications suddenly popped up.

It was a message from the class group. When I clicked on it, I discovered the origin of the 100 yuan.

" @All staff and students, have you received the 100 yuan red envelope? This is the New Year red envelope given to you by the school. I wish you all a happy New Year~"

After the counselor's message, a group of students followed suit.

"Oh my god, it was issued by the school? I thought it was black money from somewhere."

"The school is really awesome. They even give out red envelopes during the Chinese New Year. Although 100 yuan is not much, I am very touched."

"Brother Meng, who wouldn't love a school like this!"

"It seems that no other school has red envelopes. In terms of humanity, our school is more reliable!"

After reading these comments, I realized that the 100 yuan was a New Year's fee paid by the school. The most important thing is that it is available to all students in the school and there is no discrimination.

"Our school is better~" Song Qingtong slid her fingers on the screen and smiled.

"Qingtong, are you still looking at your phone? Watch the Spring Festival Gala carefully. Will the Alipay Five Fortune lottery be drawn later?" Song's father thought of a certain immoral activity, cursing and waiting with longing.

That thing is only the first time you get it, you get a lot of points. Last year, Ji Wufu cost just a few yuan per person, which was not as high as the traffic fee.

"Oh, I know, right away." Song Qingtong responded perfunctorily, his eyes twinkling.

She is currently busy making videos and will upload them to Douyin later.

She still remembers that the video on the admission notice brought her a lot of traffic and fans.

Ten minutes later.

A title titled [Have you ever seen a school that gives out red envelopes to students during the Chinese New Year? 100 yuan per person! # There is a kind of university called other people’s schools # Guanghua University] uploaded successfully.

After the video was successfully uploaded, in just one hour, it received over a thousand likes and over a hundred comments.

"I'm envious. If I had known I wouldn't have given up my admission to Guanghua University, wow, I will definitely take the exam next year!"

"Miss upstairs, just a friendly reminder, if your score doesn't improve much, I'm afraid you won't be able to pass the exam..."

"Although 100 yuan is not much, it smells delicious! And if the per capita income is 100 yuan, the total will be several million, which is so sour!"

"Sure enough, all the good schools belong to other people... It's so true."

" @Central South University, ahem, do you understand what I mean?"

“ @Hohai University, come and learn from us!!!”

…

As for what happened on Douyin, Chen Hao had no idea.

At the moment, he is watching the Spring Festival Gala with his parents in the villa at No. 52 Anhai Road.

The New Year's Eve dinner at school today didn't end until after 7 o'clock. In addition to the aftermath work, Chen Hao didn't go back until after 8 o'clock.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly during the New Year's Eve dinner hosted this time, and there were no mistakes.

The only person who was speechless was that some researchers personally came to Chen Hao's table to toast him. He was embarrassed not to drink, and ended up drinking a little too high.

There is also a 100-yuan red envelope given to all students’ CCB cards on New Year’s Eve, which is actually a small way to unite people’s hearts.

The money is not much, but it can enhance everyone's sense of belonging and identification with the school.

Perhaps because he drank too much at night, Chen Hao's head was dizzy now. While his parents were laughing while watching the Spring Festival Gala, he just wanted to run away.

"Dad, Mom, you go on watching the Spring Festival Gala. I drank too much tonight, so I'll go back to bed first..." With that, Chen Hao stood up and prepared to go back to the room.

It’s just that Chen Wenxuan and Chen’s mother watched the skit with great interest and completely ignored Chen Hao’s words.

Chen Hao:......

It feels like he is the most unnecessary one in this family.

It is truly the greatest reality in the world.

The few days after the Chinese New Year were uneventful.

Until the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Chen Hao was driving a car in Siming District.

During the Chinese New Year, migrant workers in many cities go home, and the bigger the cities, the emptier they become.

However, the flow of people to Ludao is still not small, because winter vacation is also a rare time to go out and play games.

The car finally ended up in a very old neighborhood.

He took out a bag of fruit and a carton of milk from the trunk and walked into the 12-unit building.

"Beep——"

After the doorbell rang a few times, the security door opened.

"Professor Huang, Happy New Year, I'm here to wish you a happy New Year!" Chen Hao said with a smile.

"Happy New Year to you, principal, please come in." Professor Huang Hong seemed a little surprised to see Chen Hao's appearance.

The door opened, and when Professor Huang Hong glanced at the thing in Chen Hao's hand, he smiled bitterly, "Principal, I really don't need the gift, it's too expensive for you."

"There's no reason to be empty-handed. Besides, there's no tobacco or alcohol, just fruit and milk. It's not worth much." Chen Hao smiled.

When I walked into the house, I realized that the house was not big, with three bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. To be precise, there were only two bedrooms because one bedroom was converted into a study.

The biggest impression on Chen Hao was that there were so many books. Even there was a small bookcase in the living room with a lot of books.

"Professor Huang, how do you feel about coming to Guanghua to take classes? Have you encountered any problems?" Chen Hao took the water glass and said thank you.

Huang Hong still had a gentle smile on her face, "Don't call me Professor Huang, call me Teacher Huang."

"Professor is just a symbol, people's teacher is my identity."

ps: I'm very sorry, it took until now to finish the modification...