Rebirth of the Routine King

As soon as I reached the gate, a diligent senior who was a pacesetter walked up and asked with a smile:

"Classmate, which department did you apply for?"

Wang Yan smiled and said: "Finance department."

"Oh, then go to the back and see the teacher in the white shirt with eyes? Just report to him."

"Can you help me carry my things? I have too many bags..."

Wang Yan has also done the job of welcoming new students before, and knows that pacesetters have the obligation to help new students carry their luggage.

"I'm so sorry, I have to guide the new students to register! Why don't you go inside and see if there are any other pacesetters?"

Wang Yan thanked him and walked back carrying two big bags.

Just when Wang Yan turned around, he heard a sweet voice coming from behind: "Senior, where can I register for the Department of Finance and Economics?"

Out of curiosity about the owner of the sweet voice, Wang Yan turned his head and saw a girl with a pretty good figure asking the pacesetter just now.

She also had a lot of luggage, with a bag on her shoulder, a small and beautiful suitcase in her hand, and a heavy backpack on the ground.

"Senior sister, did you come alone?"

Wang Yan heard an element of surprise in the voice of the pacesetter.

"My relative sent me here. He happened to be in a hurry and left, so I was left alone."

The girl's tone was quite helpless and worried, and if you listened carefully, it seemed to have a hint of coquettishness mixed in with it.

"It's okay, senior, help you!"

Then, under Wang Yan's gaze, the senior who regarded work as his life picked up the heavy backpack, helped to pull the suitcase, and walked past him talking and laughing with the girl.

Wang Yan couldn't help but secretly curse: Damn it! Why should we treat him so differently?

.....

In his last life, Wang Yan had heard of the College of Economics and Trade and knew its location, but he had never been in it. He never thought that he would have any interactions with this college!

Wang Yan, who was carrying two fertilizer bags, was very eye-catching, causing many classmates to turn around from time to time.

Wang Yan has long been immune to this kind of vanity like 'face'.

My mentality will not be affected at all by some 'foreign vision'.

Walking to the registration desk, Wang Yan took out the notice, a copy of the household registration book and a wad of money and put them on the table.

After a while, the teacher in charge of statistics registered, handed Wang Yan two pieces of paper, and said:

"One is the tuition voucher and the other is the admission voucher. Take it and go to the Academic Affairs Office to get the relevant items..."

Wang Yan thanked him and asked one more question: "Excuse me, where do you live?"

The teacher in charge of statistics smiled: "Of course you live in the dormitory. When you go to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up the items, the teacher there will tell you."

Wang Yan thanked him again, took the big and small bags and left.

Excuse me, where do you live?

Did you really ask such a childish question by yourself?

Wang Yan couldn't help but smile to himself. It seemed that he had been away from university for a long time and could really forget everything.

As for where the Academic Affairs Office was, Wang Yan didn't ask anyone, he just followed the troops.

Anyway, those who carry luggage come to the Academic Affairs Office.

Sure enough, I soon saw a long queue.

When it was Wang Yan's turn, he received his admission certificate, a basin, a teacup, a stainless steel lunch box, and a note indicating the dormitory bed.

406, Building 2, Zone A.

Wang Yan recited it silently, this is where he will sleep for the next three years!

...

When we arrived at 406, the room was already packed with people.

"Okay, okay, the last student in your dormitory has arrived." A middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved undershirt said loudly.

Wang Yan stepped forward and asked: "Are you a teacher?"

The middle-aged man smiled and said: "No, I am a parent, and everyone is waiting for you! Want to see what the last student looks like?"

Wang Yan suddenly realized that although this was a college, every child was also a treasure in the hands of his parents. For the first time, he was away from the protection of his family for a long time and came to a strange university campus. What kind of people would he live with?

As a parent, it is reasonable to be curious and concerned.

Wang Yan smiled and said: "I didn't disappoint you? I am the most handsome kid in our village."

The man in the long-sleeved T-shirt was taken aback, obviously not expecting the freshman's personality to be so out of the ordinary.

The next moment, another student's parent smiled and said, "Then you are definitely not the child with the best grades."

Isn’t this nonsense? I just studied economics and trade because I didn’t have any grades!

If my grades are not good, then your child’s grades will be good?!

Wang Yan smiled and didn't talk nonsense to them. He carried the bag and walked to an empty bed.

Needless to say, the last student to arrive must have been on the upper bunk.

The dormitory of Economic and Trade University is the same as that of Shangcheng University, with six people, three beds, and bunk beds.

Wang Yan has very good hands-on skills and can make the bed in just a few clicks.

After struggling in the early morning until now, he finally lay down on the bed smoothly. Wang Yan really didn't want to move at all.

"My dear, when you come here, you should study hard and don't worry about things at home..."

Wang Yan was stunned. Sichuan accent?

Could it be that there are still students coming to this shabby junior college because of its reputation?

No matter what! Anyway, there will be plenty of time to get to know each other in the future, so I will take a nap first...

Wang Yan doesn't choose any place to sleep. Even if there are crowds of people, as long as he has sleep thoughts in his mind, his snoring will still sound.

Soon, Wang Yan fell into sleep.

Just when he felt like he was falling asleep, Wang Yan heard the noise in his ears again. He wanted to open his eyes, but found that his head was dizzy, his whole body didn't want to generate any energy, and his brain kept sending commands to 'sleep a little longer'.

Damn! Why are you so sleepy today?

After cursing secretly, Wang Yan was ready to fight Duke Zhou again, but he could not enter a deep sleep state no matter what. The conversation in the room kept echoing in his ears, the sound was distant and deep, like the dubbing of memory clips on TV.

"From now on, you two will be comrades-in-arms, and you will live together for several years!"

"I hope you will unite and help each other. If you have any differences, you must speak out and don't keep it in your heart..."

"You will know when you enter society. The friendship between classmates is a lifelong memory..."

"Hey! This classmate is really good at sleeping! I heard snoring just now!"

"It seems like he came to register alone? I didn't realize it, but he is quite independent!"

.........

When Wang Yan woke up, he found that night had fallen, the lights were on in the dormitory, the parents were no longer around, and there were only two students lying on the bed reading.

Suddenly I felt lazy all over, as if my head was filled with cement, and it was very difficult to lift it up.

What's going on? Do I have a fever?

After lying down for a while and feeling better, Wang Yan got off the upper bunk.

Only then did I realize that one classmate was reading martial arts and the other was reading Sunshine Men’s Magazine.

Haha, all the students who can go to college are quite good!

He took out his cigarette and offered one to his two hard-working comrades who loved studying. After declining, Wang Yan lit one for himself and asked, "Where are the other students?"

One of the classmates who was watching martial arts raised his head and said in a dull voice: "I'm either going to eat, or I'm on the phone down there..."

As soon as he heard the call, Wang Yan hurriedly asked: "Which one of you has a phone card? I haven't had time to get mine yet?"

I have to say that although these two students are not very good at studying, they have a helpful character.

It was pretty good. When I heard that Wang Yan wanted to make a call, I took out my phone card.

The classmate who was watching martial arts was the closest to him. Wang Yan took it and said with a smile: "Thank you two brothers. When we have some free time, let's have a drink..."

.......

There was a telephone on the first floor downstairs. Wang Yan inserted the card and dialed the number of his elder brother Wang Yuan.

'Du...du...du'

"Hello..."

"Brother, I'm Wang Yan..."

"Dad, Wang Yan called!"

Wang Yan wondered, couldn't we brothers just have a conversation?

"You finally know how to call home! Look what time it is, you like the new and hate the old..."

"Dad, you have misunderstood me. I have not been idle since I arrived at school. I have been helping my classmates carry their luggage. Many female classmates came alone..."

.......

The squirting lasted about ten minutes, and only Wang Dacai took up eight minutes. He and his mother Li Xinlan said a few words of comfort to each other.

Wang Yan once said five times that he wanted to hang up, but Wang Dacai covered him up and kept nagging him.

As a last resort, Wang Yan stopped the conversation by saying that there were more than a dozen people waiting in line behind him to make calls.

After pulling out the card, Wang Yan didn't feel hungry, but only felt a little dizzy.

He has always been very confident about his body. Even before his rebirth, he almost never had a fever or cold. What happened today?

Even though he didn't feel hungry, Wang Yan still went to the canteen and ate a bowl of egg noodles. Taking advantage of the heat, he drank the soup in one go.

What made him feel cold was that there was almost no sweat on his forehead.

I had no choice but to go to the infirmary.

There was still a long distance between the infirmary and the cafeteria. Wang Yan asked several people before he came to the door of the infirmary.

Wang Yan was stunned when he saw only one girl staying in the infirmary. Was it a female doctor?

He's not much older than me!

She has a chubby face and is not tall, maybe a little under 1.6 meters, but her facial features are very cute and she belongs to the kawaii type.

Wang Yan thought to himself: If such a cute girl becomes the school nurse, why won’t boys line up for injections in the future?

After briefly explaining his question, Wang Yan took the thermometer that was handed to him.

Five minutes later, thirty-eight degrees six...

Dr. Kawaii suggested giving a small injection and taking medicine first. If it doesn’t feel better at night, he can come back for an intravenous drip tomorrow.

Wang Yan nodded in agreement.

Then Wang Yan watched Dr. Kawaii start looking for a series of items on the counter such as potions, syringes, bandages, grinding stones, etc.

Wang Yan took another casual look at the infirmary and found that the counter tables and chairs were all brand new. He was a little suspicious. Could it be that it had just been opened?

After a while, Dr. Kawaii came to Wang Yan with a syringe and said with a shy face: "Take your pants down..."

With his head so dizzy, Wang Yan was naturally not in the mood to think about anything else, so he pulled down his pants, exposing half of his buttocks.

Unlike others, Wang Yan is not afraid of needles. He keeps staring at the syringe in Kawaii's hand, as if he wants to see the needle inserted into his skin.

Dr. Kawaii looked a little nervous when Wang Yan looked at him like this. Wang Yan could clearly see the needle shaking.

Huh? What's going on?

Seeing such a white butt...are you nervous?

After Dr. Kawaii wiped it twice with a cotton swab, he said softly: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

Wang Yan smiled dumbly, I'm not nervous.

Then I heard her whispering in a very low voice: "You can do it, Liu Jianan!"

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