Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 150: My little hands are icy cold

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After returning from Wanzhong Mall, Jiang Qin has been staying in Room 208 without leaving the house.

The content group’s preheating has already begun, and many registered users have already known about the upcoming product, group buying. After some guidance, various discussions and opinions have emerged.

Some people are concerned about delivery, some are concerned about quality, and some want to know how big the discount is.

Jiang Qin's response strategy is to not respond for the time being, and wait until the moment of going online, when the content team will answer with flattery.

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

"Hurry, hurry, take the goods, take the goods, use your hands!"

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

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

When Jiang Qin got up in the morning to wash up, he found that the water in the mop pool that had not been drained had frozen into ice.

Standing outside and breathing out, white mist is everywhere.

The entrepreneurship base is located in a remote area, and the heating is not as hot as that in the teaching building. Therefore, the three heaters supported by the school came in handy and made up for the defect of the heating not being hot enough.

Cao Xinyue moved here with Hong Yan and Tang Lin under the pretext of making a PPT, but in fact she just wanted to use a heater.

Not long after, Professor Yan also came running over, wrapped in a blanket, and stayed there and refused to leave.

The heating pipes are arranged in an N-type series. 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 coldest.

Professor Yan is an old man and cannot stand the cold, but he has a strange personality and does not want to take advantage of the school.

Thus, the 2008 version of “riding on the popularity” was created.

208 originally had sixteen employees, plus four in the general office, there are now twenty people in total.

Having more people doesn’t necessarily mean it’s more lively, but it is definitely warmer.

The old professor sat opposite Jiang Qin, made a pot of tea, squinted his eyes, put on his reading glasses and began to read the newspaper leisurely.

The others were typing away at their computers for a long time without saying anything. Although the atmosphere was quiet, everyone could feel a clear sense of urgency.

Perhaps it was the heat from the breath, or the temperature from the heater, or the steam from Professor Yan's teapot, but the windows of Room 208 were already covered with a misty white fog.

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

Jiang Qin raised his head expressionlessly: "Who called? How could they be so disrespectful to the first-ever learning star of Linda University?"

"A supervisor in the freight department, whose surname is Zhang, said that they are too short of staff during the holiday season and can't handle the work," Dong Wenhao said, looking up.

"Why are you nagging them? If you have a problem, why don't you report it to your superiors instead of calling your partners? We are a business-to-business cooperation. He Yijun's designated contact person is Yue Zhu. Unless it is Yue Zhu's request, no other requests will be accepted."

"What if Manager Yue agrees? Do we really need to change the time?"

Jiang Qin waved his hands: "It must be because Yue Zhu didn't agree that they came to discuss it with us privately. Tell them that it's okay to change the time. I will report to Manager Yue right away, and they should back off."

Dong Wenhao took out his cell phone doubtfully and called back as Jiang Qin asked, saying that he would go to Manager Yue to report. However, the supervisor named Zhang immediately changed his mind and said that Manager Yue was busy and it would be better not to bother him. Just deliver the goods according to the previously agreed time and we just need to free up some manpower.

"Boss, they're not changing the time again." Dong Wenhao was shocked.

"There will be many such things in the future. It's easy to see the King of Hell, but it's hard to deal with the little devils. After the decision is implemented layer by layer, people in each link will have different ideas. Don't give face to everyone. It's easy to be taken advantage of."

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

He never understood where Jiang Qin had developed such a sharp eye that could see through the surface to the essence at a glance.

He is only eighteen years old. It is impossible for him to have ever experienced the world of love. It is really weird.

"School of Finance, what courses are you taking 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, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and stopped talking.

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

Jiang Qin really has a unique temperament, and seems to be on a different level from those college boys she knows.

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

But this time, Tang Lin felt that he seemed to be glowing, and gradually understood why he had become the target of campus beauties.

A boy like this, you wouldn’t think he is so glamorous just by looking at his appearance, but when you get to know him, you will find that he must know a lot of things that you don’t understand, and his head is filled with a lot of things.

"Everyone keep working, I'm going to go out and do something else."

"Boss, do you need help?"

"No, I'm the boss. It's my responsibility to lead the charge. Let me do the most difficult tasks!"

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

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

As soon as they got downstairs, the girls from 503 came down dressed up. All six of them were dressed exquisitely. Even Wang Haini, who was more introverted, changed into a ladylike khaki trench coat.

Feng Nanshu is the most beautiful, still with that charming goddess-like aura. She looked very cool when she walked down the stairs, but when she saw Jiang Qin downstairs, her eyes instantly became lively.

"Jiang Qin."

Feng Nanshu called out these two words in a soft and pleasant tone.

"Are you cold wearing this?" Jiang Qin pinched her coat to test its thickness.

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

"Jiang Qin, you really don't want to go to the party with us?"

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

"There are other activities tonight, so just go and have fun. I'll take care of Feng Nanshu."

When the rich young lady heard these words, she couldn't help but look up, her clear eyes sparkling with a hint of joy.

Gao Wenhui felt a little regretful, not because Jiang Qin didn't go. After all, this was a reunion of 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 saying: A married girl is like water spilled.

Feng Nanshu is now like the girl from Class 4 who got married. She really follows her husband.

Afterwards, the two groups went their separate ways, one group went to the school gate to take a taxi, and the other group went up the overpass and headed to the central auditorium of the East School.

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

"Jiang Qin, I'm cold."

Feng Nanshu was wearing a pair of furry lambskin boots that made a clattering sound on the overpass.

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

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

"Alas, it's because I have been a warm and kind person since I was a child."

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

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

Another one

In my pocket too

Wouldn't that be a hug

"I'll warm this one first, and then I'll change the other one for you later." Jiang Qin's main character is to be unyielding.

"oh."

Feng Nanshu snorted expressionlessly, looking even colder than the early winter night.

Winter evenings are very short. When the two people walked halfway to the overpass, the lights suddenly turned on. The cold light sprinkled down, stretching the figures of the two people longer and longer, and the white mist that drifted with their breathing also became obvious.

A school photographer was standing on the overpass at that time. When he saw the backs of the two people, he couldn't help but be stunned, 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 contestants and spectators who came to participate in the debate were entering one after another.

Zhuang Siyu was organizing students to maintain order at the door. When she saw Jiang Qin, she walked over.

"Junior, your seat has been arranged. It's 2012 and 2013 in the second row."

"Has the topic of the debate been changed?"

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

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

One is the forum's sponsorship banner, and the other is the debate topic for this competition.

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

Opposition: If the ending is bad, there is no need to start

Jiang Qin took a deep breath and pulled Feng Nanshu towards their seats. Before they arrived, they saw Zhang Baiqing. In addition to Zhang Baiqing, there was another face that he recognized but not too familiar with, that was the president of the Literature Society, Yao Yanling.

Yao Yanling didn't expect Jiang Qin to appear here. Her expression changed slightly and she looked a little unnatural.

She once angrily denounced 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 forced the members to terminate their cooperation with Zhihu because Jiang Qin had accepted Shi Miaomiao's manuscript. As a result, Jiang Qin was featured in Linchuan Youth Daily and became a sponsor of the debate competition.

In just three months, everything happened so fast, so fast that this overbearing senior sister who had the final say felt a little embarrassed.

She watched Jiang Qin coming over and felt that he would definitely greet her and call her "Hello, senior sister" or something like that, 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."