Who Can Fall In Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 150 My little hands are cold

After returning from Wanzhong Mall, Jiang Qin stayed in 208 and never left the house.

The warm-up of the content group has begun, and many registered users have already learned about the upcoming product Tuan Tuan. After being guided, various discussions and opinions began to pour in.

Some people are concerned about delivery, some are concerned about quality, and some want to know how deep the discount will be.

Jiang Qin's response policy is not to respond much for the time being. Everything will wait until the moment it goes online, and the content team will answer it in a rainbow fart way.

"Boss, people from the school office are here to deliver the goods. The cars are full of brand-new computers and heaters!"

"Quick, quick, pick up the goods, use both hands!"

Jiang Qin ran out looking for Wen Jinrui's voice and saw a group of workers walking into the entrepreneurial base carrying computers, water dispensers, and heaters.

On Friday, the temperature dropped sharply and a cold wave hit.

When Jiang Qin got up and washed up in the morning, he found that the undrained water in the mop pool had frozen.

Standing outside and taking a breath, the white mist is thick.

The entrepreneurial base is located in a remote location, and the heating is not as hot as the teaching building. Therefore, the three heaters supported by the school came in handy, making up for the shortcomings of the heating being not too hot.

Cao Xinyue moved here with Hong Yan and Tang Lin under the pretext of making a ppt. In fact, she just wanted to have a heater.

Not long after, Professor Yan also ran over, with a blanket wrapped around him, and stayed there before leaving.

The heating pipes are arranged in an N-type series connection. The hot water is pressed from the heat pipes to the roof, and then flows from the roof to the downstairs by gravity. Therefore, when the entire building is not warm, the water outlet area on the first floor is often the warmest. cold.

Professor Yan is an old man and can't stand the cold, but he has a weird personality and doesn't want to take advantage of the school.

As a result, the "hotness" of the 2008 version came into being.

208 originally had sixteen employees, plus four from the main office, and now has twenty people.

The crowds don't mean it's lively, but the warmth is real.

The old professor sat across from Jiang Qin, made a pot of tea, squinted, put on his reading glasses and started reading the newspaper leisurely.

Others were chattering away at the computer for a long time without saying anything. Although the atmosphere was quiet, everyone could feel a clear sense of urgency.

Perhaps because of the heat of the breath, or the temperature of the heater, or the steam from Professor Yan's teapot, the windows of 208 were already filled with white mist.

"Boss, someone from Wanzhong Mall called and hopes to change the delivery time from 8pm that day to 8am the next day."

Jiang Qin raised his head expressionlessly: "Who made the call? You are so disrespectful to the first learning star of Linda."

"A supervisor in the freight department, surnamed Zhang, said that manpower was too tight during the festival and was too busy." Dong Wenhao raised his head and said.

"What are you talking about with them? If you have a problem, you don't go to your superiors to report it, but you call your partner? We are a business-to-business cooperation. He Yijun's designated contact person is Yue Zhu. Unless it is Yue Zhu's request, anything else will not be accepted. .”

"What if Manager Yue agrees? Do you really want to change the time?"

Jiang Qin waved his hand: "It must be because Yue Zhu didn't agree, so they came to discuss it with us in private. You tell them that it's okay to change the time. I'll report it to Manager Yue immediately, and they will probably give up." .”

Dong Wenhao took out his cell phone suspiciously and called back according to Jiang Qin's instructions, saying that he would report to Manager Yue. As a result, the supervisor named Zhang immediately changed his mind and said that Manager Yue was busy with work, so it was better not to bother and to make the reservation as before. Just deliver it at your own time, so we can free up our hands.

"Boss, they won't change the time again." Dong Wenhao looked shocked.

"There will be many such things in the future. The king of hell is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with. After the decision-making is implemented at all levels, people in each link will have different ideas. Don't give face to everyone, otherwise it will be easy to get kicked in the nose. Face."

After the words fell, Professor Yan couldn't help but look up at Jiang Qin, and the doubts in his heart became deeper.

He still didn't understand where Jiang Qin's sharp vision, which could dig through the surface to the essence at a glance, came from.

He is only eighteen years old, there is no way he has really experienced the world of love. He is really crazy.

"School of Finance, what classes are you taught now?" Professor Yan suddenly asked.

Jiang Qin raised his head: "I don't know."

"????"

"What is a class?" Jiang Qin looked confused.

Professor Yan pursed his lips, took a sip from the teacup, and stopped talking.

Tang Lin also secretly watched Jiang Qin at this time, comparing him with Xue Gang, and suddenly found that Xue Gang's glorious image as the student union president had become a bit weak.

Jiang Qin really had a unique temperament, which seemed to be on a different level than the college boys she knew.

When they first met, Tang Lin thought Jiang Qin was just a little handsome.

But this time, Tang Lin felt like he was shining, and she gradually understood why he had become the target of the school beauties.

For a boy like this, you won't think he is very glamorous from the outside, but when you get in touch with him, you will find that he must know a lot of things that you don't understand, and he must have a lot of things in his head.

"Everyone, work hard, I'll go out and do other things."

"Boss, do you want to help?"

"No, I'm the boss. It's my responsibility to charge into battle. Leave the most difficult tasks to me!"

Jiang Qin's eyes became more profound, and then he left 208 resolutely and went to pick up Feng Nanshu in the girls' dormitory.

The class reunion of Finance Class 4 is tonight, and the debate finals of Linchuan University are also tonight.

As soon as they arrived downstairs, the girls from 503 came down in all their glory. All six of them were dressed up exquisitely. Even Wang Haini, who has a relatively withdrawn personality, changed into a ladylike khaki windbreaker.

Feng Nanshu was the most beautiful, and she still looked like a goddess with a strong aura. When she came down the stairs, she was very cold, but when she saw Jiang Qin downstairs, her eyes suddenly brightened.

"Jiang Qin."

Feng Nanshu's tone when saying these two words was soft and pleasant.

"Is it cold in this way?" Jiang Qin pinched her coat to test the thickness.

The little rich woman shook her head and tugged at the clothes underneath: "It's not cold. The sweater inside is thick."

"Jiang Qin, are you really not going to the party with us?"

Gao Wenhui also walked out of the building door at this time.

"There are other activities tonight. You just go and play. Feng Nanshu will leave it to me."

When the little rich woman heard this, she couldn't help but raise her head, her clear eyes shining with a hint of joy.

Gao Wenhui was a little regretful, not that Jiang Qin didn't go. After all, this was a party for Class 4 and had nothing to do with Class 3. But everyone knew that Feng Nanshu wouldn't go where Jiang Qin didn't go.

She remembered a proverb that is called the water thrown out by a married girl.

Feng Nanshu now seems to be a girl who got married in Class 4, she is really a follower of her husband.

Afterwards, the two groups parted ways, one going to the school gate to take a taxi, and the other going up the overpass to the central auditorium of the East School.

The evening was very chilly. Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu walked slowly on the overpass. In the gradually darkening sky, the cold breath coming out of their mouths became more and more obvious.

"Jiang Qin, I'm cold."

Feng Nanshu's pair of fleece lambskin boots made a clicking sound on the overpass.

"Didn't you just say you weren't cold?"

Feng Nanshu stretched out his hand from his sleeves expressionlessly: "My little hands are cold. If you don't believe me, try it."

"Oh, I have been a warm and kind-hearted person since I was a child."

Jiang Qin said seriously, and took her soft little hand and put it into his pocket.

"My other little hand is also cold." Feng Nanshu said softly.

Another one?

Put it in my pocket too?

Wouldn't that just be a hug?

"Warm this one first, and I'll change the side for you later." Jiang Qin's main thing is to keep out the oil and salt.

"oh."

Feng Nanshu hummed expressionlessly, looking even colder than this early winter night.

The winter evening is very short. When the two people walked to the overpass, the lights suddenly turned on. The cold light shone down, making the two people's figures longer and longer, and the white mist that drifted away with their breathing became obvious. .

A campus photographer was standing on the overpass at this time. He couldn't help being stunned when he saw the two people's backs, and then raised his camera to take a picture.

After a while, Jiang Qin brought Feng Nanshu to the central auditorium. The entrance to the auditorium was brightly lit, and the contestants and spectators who came to participate in the debate were entering the venue one by one.

Zhuang Siyu was organizing students at the door to maintain order, and walked over after seeing Jiang Qin.

"Junior, your position has been arranged, in the second row for 2012 and 2013."

"Has the topic been changed?"

"You'll know when you go in and take a look."

Jiang Qin led Feng Nanshu into the auditorium, looked down from a high place, and found two banners hanging above the stage.

One is the sponsorship banner of the forum, and the other is the debate topic of this competition.

Pro: Even if the ending is bad, you should still enjoy the process.

Counter: If the ending is bad, there is no need to start at all

Jiang Qin took a deep breath and pulled Feng Nanshu towards his seat. Before he reached it, he saw Zhang Baiqing. Besides Zhang Baiqing, there was another face that he knew but was not too familiar with. That was Yao Yanling, the president of the literary club. .

Yao Yanling didn't expect Jiang Qin to appear here, and her face changed slightly, a little unnaturally.

She angrily scolded Shi Miaomiao, saying that what she wrote was rubbish and worthless. As a result, Shi Miaomiao has now become the writer with the most fans on the forum.

She had directly forced members to stop cooperating with Zhihu because Jiang Qin had accepted Shi Miaomiao's manuscript. As a result, Jiang Qin appeared in the Linchuan Youth Daily and became a sponsor of the debate competition.

In just three months, everything happened so fast that the domineering senior who always spoke so quickly was a little embarrassed.

She looked at Jiang Qin walking over and felt that he would definitely greet her and call her senior, but she didn't know how to respond.

The next second, Jiang Qin really spoke.

"Principal Zhang, seeing you again brings tears to my eyes."

(End of chapter)