Lin Zhuoyun moved out. She had already resigned from her position as a lecturer and had not taken the postgraduate exam yet, which was equivalent to completely breaking away from Fudan.

The staff dormitory is a place for faculty and staff to live. A few days before school started, two new owners were welcomed by Lin Zhuoyun’s dormitory. She packed her luggage and moved to the second floor of the cafe. She slept with Song Weiyang that night, which made Xiao Song... feel so irritated.

Brothers who were sleeping in the same bed returned to school one after another.

Nie Jun followed Li Yaolin to Shandong Province during the summer vacation and had a great time. He heard that the two of them really took buckets to pick up oil and sold them to buy popsicles.

Wang Bo had already returned to school for a long time. He was thrown back to his hometown in the countryside to thresh mills, saying that he wanted to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants. In fact, his father felt that his son was a little arrogant after going to college, and he spent a lot of money and was specially used to endure hardships.

Peng Shengli's summer vacation routine is to work, work, and then work. Xifeng's Shenghai Sales Branch has a high evaluation of Peng Shengli. If it weren't just summer work, the branch manager would have planned to train Peng Shengli as a backbone.

As soon as Zhou Zhengyu returned to school, he boasted that he had gone to Hong Kong City, met a certain star in a certain store, and went to the cinema to visit Hong Kong stars to film, and brought back a pair of Hong Kong-made jeans to each of his brothers.

Ding Mingze said: "I followed Brother Yang to trade stocks and made tens of thousands of dollars. Brother Yang also taught me online chatting. I met Wang Xiaobo online, and I even chatted with Wang Xiaobo for a few words."

"I really made tens of thousands of dollars?" Zhou Zhengyu was a little envious. He spent too much money in his freshman year and was ordered by his grandfather to control his economy. Now he only has 300 yuan in living expenses per month.

"Really, Brother Yang has made several hundred..." Ding Ming glanced at Song Weiyang and changed his words, "Brother Yang has made a lot of money himself."

Zhou Zhengyu patted Song Weiyang on the shoulder and said without tears: "Old Song, remember to bring me next time you trade stocks. You don't know how miserable I am. This time I went back from Hong Kong City and spent more than 10,000 yuan to buy a pair of leather shoes. I was almost beaten to death by my grandfather. My parents were scolded by my grandfather, and then my pocket money was gone, and my grandfather confiscated my mobile phone, saying that students shouldn't use their mobile phones."

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "The old man did it right."

"By the way, I'm a stubborn guy," Zhou Zhengyu complained, "My money is earned by my mother's serious business, not corruption, why don't I spend it?"

"That was made by your mother, not by yourself," said Song Weiyang.

Wang Bo said curiously: "Then how much do you spend a month now?"

"It's only 300 yuan, I can't survive." Zhou Zhengyu sighed.

"You can't survive even if you can't even survive for 300 yuan? Then we should go begging for food," Li Yaolin complained, "I only have 100 yuan in living expenses per month!"

Zhou Zhengyu said with a sad face: "My grandfather read a statistical paper. The average monthly expenditure of college students nationwide is 250 yuan, and the minimum monthly expenditure is 60 yuan. What does it mean to give me 300 yuan a month is far beyond the average."

This statistics seem to be a bit outrageous, but the facts are there.

In the nine months last year (school hours), the average monthly living expenses of college students nationwide were 250 yuan (including scholarships and work-study income, the same below). Among them, 5% of students exceeded 500 yuan, 15% of students were less than 150 yuan, and many students from rural areas were less than 60 yuan - while the minimum monthly living expenses of college students in cities such as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou require 150 yuan (including school supplies and daily expenses, such as hairdressing and buying clothes).

The gap between the rich and the poor is very large, and farmers are very hard to train college students. They must send most of the family’s income to their children for food, and even borrow money to live.

It depends on how to live. Even if Peng Shengli does not make money by working during the summer vacation, he can survive by relying on scholarships, living subsidies, and doing odd jobs.

Listening to Zhou Zhengyu crying for a while, Song Weiyang suddenly said: "I am going to create a volunteer club. Who is willing to join?"

"What does the volunteer club do?" Wang Bo asked.

Song Weiyang took out a copy of volunteer materials. This thing was brought from the Shenghai Municipal Youth League Committee and explained carefully: "Volunteers, also known as volunteers in Hong Kong and Taiwan, originated from Western religious charity services. As early as 1979, a group of United Nations volunteers came to China to engage in free services in the fields of health, environment, language and computers. Volunteer services in my country emerged in the mid-1980s, but have never been a climate. Due to the busy Spring Festival travel rush, the Central Committee of the League launched a youth volunteer campaign at the end of 1993. At that time, more than 20,000 railway youths were bringing warmth to passengers along the Beijing-Kowloon Line. At the end of last year, the Central Committee of the League established a Youth Volunteer Association, and now Shenghai City is also preparing to establish a branch."

"Where is the volunteer content?" Wang Bo asked.

Song Weiyang said: "There is too much content. If the Asian Games are to be held in Shenghai, we can volunteer, help guide traffic, clean up the streets, and serve as interpreters for foreign tourists. In normal times, we can also visit the elderly and widowed people, help military families and extremely poor households. We can also organize teaching in remote mountainous areas during holidays. Anyway, it is to serve the society and the people."

Zhou Zhengyu said: "Isn't this just learning **?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "It can be said that. I have contacted Shenghai Municipal Youth League Committee. They are very supportive of establishing a volunteer club in Fudan."

"I'm the one!" Wang Bo immediately stated that the entire dormitory belongs to his most "positive energy".

"Where are you?" Song Weiyang asked.

Zhou Zhengyu waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't look at me, do you think I am a student?"

Nie Jun also shook his head and said, "I don't have that leisure."

Li Yaolin said: "I can join, but I will just pass my spare time anyway."

"I...I will join too." Ding Ming thought for a while and said.

"I'll join too." Peng Shengli said.

A very good result, except for Nie Jun and Zhou Zhengyu, everyone else is willing to be volunteers.

Song Weiyang said to Ding Ming: "I will give you a task to copy 300 copies of this leaflet and post it in a prominent position in the school. The rest will be sent to each class, including graduate classes, doctoral classes and international students classes."

"Okay, please ensure that the task is completed." Ding Ming has always been very active in running errands.

Wang Bo said: "Have you ever applied to the school Youth League Committee? The establishment of a student club requires them to approve it."

"Go right away." Song Weiyang smiled.

Wang Bo said: "I know some people in the student union. Do you want to help?"

"No, I'll just look for the leader." Song Weiyang said.

"That's right, you have face." Wang Bo said with a smile.

Zhou Zhengyu said sarcastic words next to him: "As for it? What kind of volunteer club is purely full."

Song Weiyang said in a joking tone: "Student Xiao Zhou, I'm going to criticize you. Being a volunteer is equivalent to learning **. Can you say that learning ** is meaningless? Politics are not up to standard, and ideologically unsatisfactory! Capitalist countries have volunteer services. Is our dignified socialist countries not as good as those corrupt capitalisms?"

"Okay, okay, you're right," Zhou Zhengyu muttered, "How come this sounds like what my grandfather said."

"Don't cling to relatives, I'll be angry." Song Weiyang said with a smile.

"Get out!" Zhou Zhengyu was furious.
Chapter completed!