Chapter 420: Chapter 420: An exception is approved
Huang Jingping was wearing the sportswear she used for her morning runs. She washed this set of clothes every two or three days, and now it seemed like she was using it as work clothes. She had a shower cap on her head and a face mask covering her face. She was fully armed, pushing a vacuum cleaner up the stairs from downstairs. 'Is the first floor done?'
'Yes,' she said, holding the floor brush up to Feng Yiping and giggling, "Look at the sword,'
Feng Yiping laughed and flicked it away, "Stop for a second, I want to tell you something serious, my parents, your parents, are all coming to the house in a few days,'
'Ah!' Huang Jingping panicked a little at this, and ripped off the mask, 'What's going on?'
'Nothing, they just want to come and see us,'
'How can that be? My parents haven't even called me,'
'Mayor Huang just called me. I sent him an invitation and he agreed,'
'What Mayor Huang? What are you screaming about?' Huang Jingping was of course happy that her father had been promoted, but she felt a little embarrassed in Feng Yiping's presence. 'Are you sure it's nothing?'
'Really, just think of it as a visit. Go on cleaning, thoroughly. Leave the kitchen and bathroom for me to clean tomorrow. I'll deal with the paperwork first.'
Feng Yiping went into the study, but instead of immediately approving the documents, he leaned back in his chair, looked out the window at the pale blue sky, and although he should be happy that his parents were coming, he felt a little sad.
He understood perfectly well that he was doing the right thing, but at the same time, he also understood that by doing so, he was creating obstacles between them, even if he wasn't pushing Zhang Yanyue further and further away.
A little excited Huang Jingping was dusting the balcony on the second floor. She had wanted to say something to Feng Yiping, but when she saw him sitting in the chair without moving, she became thoughtful and her movements became even more gentle.
Feng Yiping had missed more than ten days of school in a row, which was a record for him. When he returned to school the next day, he kept a low profile. However, with the help of the classmates he had asked to cover for him, he only missed roll call once, and of course, it probably wasn't even recorded. The school's ethos was really quite free.
But he didn't dare to slack off. After a lecture on the principles of economics, he walked among his classmates and came out with a stack of notes. There were also some assignments that he was rushing to finish in time to hand in on time. In short, the next half month would not be easy.
The car is full, and his bag is also full. Feng Yiping is thinking about going to the parking lot to put these away first. His tutor, Teacher Jin, is walking past a few steps away in a fashionable beige trench coat. Feng Yiping wants to hide, but it's too late. This is really worrying about what to come.
'Hello, Teacher Jin, you look so handsome in today's outfit!' Seeing that he can't avoid it, Feng Yiping boldly goes up to say hello.
Like most tutors, Mr Jin is a senior who stayed on after graduation. His family is well-off and he usually dresses much more fashionably than the students.
'Wow, that's quite a task, so many notes. It seems you've been missing classes for more than a day or two,'
says Gao Heng, smugly watching the scene from the second floor corridor.
'How dare I, Mr Jin, I'm just helping everyone carry this stuff back to the dorms,'
'Let's go to my office,' said Teacher Jin, without giving him a chance to respond.
'Yes, Counselor?' He was caught by the counselor on his first day back to school. It couldn't be that coincidental. Did someone report him?
He glanced up at the building and saw Gao Heng shrink back. Damn it, it must have been you!
'Don't worry, although some students reported you to me for missing class, I didn't call you here for that today,'
Feng Yiping walked shoulder to shoulder with Teacher Jin, 'I'm sorry, Teacher Jin, I had some urgent business the other day and didn't have time to say goodbye to you. I was away for a few days, but don't worry, I haven't missed a single class,'
Teacher Jin didn't bother to find out whether he had missed a few days or a dozen days of class. 'Whether you study or not, and how you study, for you, I don't need to do this work, you understand it yourself. I'll just say one thing: you need to coordinate your time well. If you spend more time learning now, you'll spend a lot less time dealing with work in the future. Am I right?'
'You're right, instructor! I will definitely listen to you and plan my time more scientifically and reasonably. May I ask what instructions you have for me?'
But Mr Jin did not answer his question. He looked at the bag slung over his back, which was now deformed from being stuffed full, and with a little sigh of regret, he said, 'This is the real thing, isn't it? You really can afford it!'
'Oh, it was a present from my sister. Besides, isn't the point of having things to use them?' You can't just keep them around for show!
'You know, your third issue of the magazine really took a lot of teachers by surprise,' Mr Jin changed the subject again.
'Yes, I can imagine,'
He could tell when he gave it to them that the third issue was the one that teachers were least likely to appreciate. It was mainly the words on the cover that were so sure of themselves and so sensationalist. At a time when the whole world was talking about the future of the Internet economy, and when universities were scrambling to throw money at similar projects, such words were of course not to the liking of those teachers who valued academic rigor.
However, it was precisely because of this that the magazine, which had originally been dismissed, was suddenly taken seriously after the 13th. So some teachers who had casually thrown the magazine away after originally sending it to him, later took out that issue to read it.
It can be said that Feng Yiping perfectly achieved his goal.
'There are quite a few capable people in your magazine!'
'I have put in a lot of hard work and effort, hired a lot of high-calibre people at good salaries, and established partnerships with many experts,' Feng Yiping could not be humble when talking about his small magazine.
'The college has decided that your magazine will be subscribed to by the college library and many teachers, so you don't have to deliver it to each one anymore. How about that, are you happy?'
As soon as he arrived at the office, Teacher Jin told him the good news.
'I'm happy and honoured!' The magazine costs just ten yuan, and the library and the teachers have ordered 200 copies together, which only costs 3,000 yuan. To the college and the teachers, that's nothing. 'But are the other colleges as discerning as ours?'
He has shamelessly delivered a lot of magazines to other colleges, including the main school building, but so far only his own college has supported him. Of course, he is a little dissatisfied.
'It depends on you. I asked you here today mainly because of your application to set up a crowdfunding club. Teacher Chen is busy with work and has handed over most of the work to me. Together with him, I have approached the relevant departments and just been informed that your application has been exceptionally approved. The college and the department have also agreed in principle that you, as a first-year student, can serve as the president. Of course, you still need to attend the induction training of the club department.'
'Really?' This was another thing that made Feng Yiping happy. He knew that his application was not within the scope of the rules, and he had originally planned to just make an announcement or report it. He never expected that it would be approved.
It seems that rules are meant to be broken, depending on who you are.
So in that case, this freshman has finally gained some weight in school! No wonder someone reported him for missing classes, and Teacher Jin didn't even care.
'The main reason is that you, the initiator, are persuasive, and the school is willing to make these kinds of attempts,' Teacher Jin's words confirmed his guess.
To be honest, Feng Yiping's personal experience also played a big role in the application being approved, especially his magazine that made a big impression on everyone.
'However, the name 'crowdfunding' is still not grand or comprehensive enough. Why not simply change it to 'Entrepreneurship Club'? In addition, the school and the college mean that you should not expand the recruitment of members at this time. Just a few dozen people are enough. Since everyone is preparing some projects, then do a more solid job in the preliminary work. If you are going to do it, do it well. In this way, it will be more convincing to recruit new members after the start of the second semester. Don't you think so?'
It seems that the school still has some concerns, whether it is the association that needs to be practical for this plan, or him becoming the president as a first-year student. However, it happens to coincide with Feng Yiping's plan.
'I understand, it's about doing more and saying less, doing a good job and then publicising it. Now we'll quietly enter the village, and don't be the one shooting the gun, right!' Feng Yiping summed up the main point of what Mr Jin had said.
'Right!'
'No problem, thank you, instructor!'
'One more thing, you still need to pay attention to missed classes. If you really have something to do, you must ask me for leave.'
'Yes, that's just it. Teacher Jin, in the middle of next month, I still need to take a week's leave. I have to go to the Canton Fair,' Feng Yiping is good at taking advantage of situations.
Holding the leave form that Teacher Jin reluctantly approved, Feng Yiping walked out of the office and ran into the annoying Gao Heng again. I wonder if he was waiting there on purpose.
'Yiping, what are you talking to the counsellor about, taking so long?'
Feng Yiping didn't bother to pay any attention to his petty thoughts, and waved the approved leave slip in the air, 'Nothing, just taking a week's leave early.'
How could it be like this again? Gao Heng was very disappointed. He had prepared a lot of things to say, just waiting for Feng Yiping to come out, to pretend to comfort him first, and then lecture him with a condescending air.
Feng Yiping knew without having to turn around that Gao Heng's face must be a spectacle right now, but he didn't bother to look. It seemed that he still had to think of a way to give Gao Heng a good lesson, otherwise there would inevitably be more of these minor troubles in the future.
It wasn't a big deal, but it was annoying. And this time, he had to make a deep impression on him, because he had forgotten so quickly about last year's incident.
Some people are just like that. If you don't insult his mother, he won't admit that you are his father.
Feng Yiping didn't feel happy for long. As soon as he reached the car park, he received a call from Jin Ling: 'Yiping, where are you? Come to the company as soon as possible, we've got another problem.'