When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Jiang Sen took out his mobile phone and glanced at the harassing text message sent by An An, and deleted it helplessly.
The days of returning to school passed quickly, and it was only a week in a blink of an eye.
From being frequently harassed in the first few days, to the last two days, the girls on campus gradually regained their calm and rationality, which is a short time. It can be seen that Hudan is Hudan, and the comprehensive quality and vision of the students are different from those of the second students outside; in addition, the education of teachers and security guards in the school is indeed in place.
"It is undeniable! Student Jiang Sen is handsome and tall, very tempting. To be honest, the teacher is also very tempting. But so what? No matter how good-looking he is, the teacher is already married; no matter how hard you chase him, He will only be able to marry at most one in the future. Does anyone among you want to be his child? Ah? Is there anyone willing? "
"Yes~~" At least dozens of girls under the stage shouted loudly.
The last public class on Friday morning, "Ideological Education and Basic Law", has only 2 credits, but the classroom is crowded with people who come to the class. The teacher of the Sijiao class is a female teacher who is almost out of the circle in Shencheng colleges and universities in Hudan. The way of teaching is unique and well-known, but in Jiang Sen's ears, it is nothing more than four words, blah, blah.
However, in these years, this teaching method is still widely welcomed by students.
And this kind of public class can't be said to have any knowledge points. Children with clear minds don't need to rely on one class to educate them. No matter how you teach them, they are still bastards. They just come here for a spiritual massage, so the class atmosphere is more lively. , but it is indeed just needed for this big class that often lasts for three class hours.
It's just that after Jiang Sen came, this class was only held twice a week, and the focus was obviously different.
Originally, the Sijiao class was widely loved by students from other nearby schools and departments. Today, more observers poured into the classroom, and almost 90% of them were girls. As soon as they entered the door, they ran to Jiang Sen and screamed for his autograph. , Shen Yi had no choice but to dispatch security guards again, and went directly to the classroom to maintain order. The management personnel in the school also turned their faces in a rare way, emphasizing that anyone who disrupts the classroom order and is not a student of the school or the department will be expelled from the classroom immediately. After making a fuss for a long time, those girls who came here specially to catch up with the stars disappeared under the contemptuous gazes of the students of Shen Medical College.
Until now, the third class in the morning was about to end, and the teacher of Sijiao made such a tease, and the order in the classroom began to collapse again. She hurriedly remedied: "Girl students, don't do this! This reaction made me feel like the three classes were wasted. I talked about being self-reliant for a long time, but you guys still have the nerve to be a junior for others? Why did you say it so frankly? What do you think? Do you want the face of a prestigious school? gone?"
"He's handsome." A girl sitting in the front row looked like she was listening to cross talk, with a happy face.
The teacher blurted out: "Handsome can be eaten?"
"Yes!" In the whole classroom, two to three hundred people shouted, "Nike people came to the school yesterday!"
"In the study room on the eighth floor of the library! I showed them the way!"
"Jiang Sen, really?" In the back row of the classroom, a girl who didn't know what major she was sitting next to Jiang Sen asked in a low voice with a shy expression. Jiang Sen, front, back, left, and left were all girls, as if a Johnson flower grew among the girls.
It feels like sooner or later the rhythm of being poisoned by male classmates
"Calm down, it's all trivial matters." Jiang Sen lowered his head, playing with his mobile phone, and sent a text message to the class monitor, "Squad leader, have you arranged the evening social activities?"
On the side of the classroom near the wall, Lu Xiaoling, the current squad leader of Class 1 of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Shen Medical College, turned her head, looked at Jiang Sen from a distance, and replied: "Sisters are enthusiastic, see you tonight. "
"I want the best academic performance."
"Don't worry! The seniors who won the first-class scholarship last year are all here. For you, she will not study by herself tonight!"
"Nice!" Jiang Sen replied with two words, and the bell rang after class.
"Jiang Sen! Jiang Sen!" Without waiting for the teacher to finish class, the classroom immediately erupted. However, the school moved fast enough. The two security guards who had been arranged in advance immediately pulled Jiang Sen out of the crowd and out of the classroom. The back door left in a hurry.
But girls who chase stars are not so easy to dismiss.
At least 20 or 30 people walked around Jiang Sen, asking for autographs all the way. Some of them were emotional and insisted on taking a group photo. I don't know what school they came from, but there is a high probability that they will not be from Hudan.
Jiangdraft?
Just as he was about to speak out to stop him, the phone rang again.
It is an unfamiliar number from the capital.
"Hello."
"Johnson?"
"yes."
"I am He Miaoshui from the Field Management Center. The center has decided to form a dedicated personal coaching team for you. Comrade Lu Jianjun will come to you this afternoon to discuss related matters. Are you at the school?"
"exist."
"Okay, it's two o'clock in the afternoon, don't run around."
"Oh well."
"In terms of food, has the school arranged it?"
"Yes, there is a special stove for eating, and Shenyi regularly checks the quality of food."
"That's good."
After Assistant He hung up the phone, Jiang Sen hurried into the bedroom and patted Wu Xiaosong on the shoulder.
Wu Xiaosong stared at a densely written Word document, turned around and asked, "Are you still writing novels?"
"Hush." ??Jiang Sen made a silent gesture, reached for the mouse, saved it, and closed the document. Wu Xiaosong stood up, and muttered again: "Oh, I knew I would not go out just now, and one interesting class was gone, so I chose two at random."
"You just finished class, you should go directly to the library." Jiang Sen sat back in his seat.
"I forgot." Wu Xiaosong said, "Lu Xiaoling didn't remind me either."
When Jiang Sen heard that he was complaining about others, he stopped talking.
Buzz buzz!
Buzz buzz!
At this moment, the mobile phone rang for the third time, and Wu Xiaosong couldn't help but smile, "Damn it, you're really busier than the leader!"
"Um¡¡"
Jiang Sen responded noncommittally, looked at the number of the son of the plane on the phone, and frowned slightly.
He now has to attend classes, train, endorse, and be distracted by projects in the laboratory and Qingshan Village, as well as his novels, as well as the lawsuit against thousands of sand sculpture netizens, and he will have other jobs in the future .
If all these things were entrusted to Zheng Yue, it was hard for Jiang Sen himself to say what the old boy would do behind his back. Moreover, with such rich resources in his hands, Jiang Sen was really worried.
Now, is it necessary for me to find an assistant or something?
At any rate, there must be a messenger, you can't really come forward for everything, can you?
"Hello." Jiang Sen pressed the call button.
On the other end of the phone, the son of the plane knelt and licked as before, "Second master! Another 100,000 copies of "Goddess" in simplified form have been printed! The sales are crazy! 1.6 million has been sent to your card, Mr. Hui asked you what?" Time to open a new book?"
"I don't have time for this." Jiang Sen looked at the 400,000-word new book manuscript on his desktop, opened his eyes and said nonsense, "By the way, I want to ask you something, think about it, and see if you are interested. "
"What?"
"How about you come over and be my assistant? I'll pay you according to the salary that Xingxingxing Chinese website is giving you now. If you are interested, please call me back tomorrow."
"ah?"
"Think about it tonight, don't rush to agree, and answer me after you think it through." Jiang Sen hung up the call.
Wu Xiao asked the grouse woman, "Who is it?"
"Website."
"What's up?"
"Paid me a manuscript fee."
"Huh? After finishing the book for so long, is there still a manuscript fee? How much?"
Jiang Sen replied calmly: "1.6 million."
Song Dajiang's eyes changed in shock.
Wu Xiaosong suddenly hated Fu, "Fuck"
Jiang Sen stood up calmly, and shouted to Song Dajiang, "Brother Gongming, eat."