Huang Jingping was wearing a morning jogging sportswear. She washed this suit every two or three days. Now it seems that she treated it as a work clothes, with a shower cap on her head and a mask on her face. She looked fully armed and pushed the vacuum cleaner up from downstairs, "Has the first floor been done?"

"Yes," she held the floor brush and smiled at Feng Yiping, "Look at the sword,"

Feng Yiping smiled and pushed away, "Stop and tell you something serious. My parents, your parents, will come to your house in a few days."

"Ah!" Huang Jingping was a little panicked when she heard this, and pulled off her mask, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, just look at us,"

"How could it be? My parents didn't call me,"

"Mayor Huang just called me and I sent him an invitation, and he agreed,"

"What mayor Huang, what are you calling?" Huang Jingping was of course happy to be promoted, but she felt a little embarrassed in front of Feng Yiping, "It's really okay?"

"It's really okay. Just think they come here for a while. You can continue cleaning, and be more thorough. Leave the kitchen and bathroom for me to clean tomorrow. I'll process the documents first."

Feng Yiping entered the study room, but did not immediately approve the documents. He leaned on the chair and looked at the light blue sky outside the window. It was logical that his parents would come, so he should be happy, but he always felt a little melancholy in his heart.

He knew very well that he should do this, but at the same time he also understood that even if he did not push Zhang Yan further and further, he would create obstacles among them.

Huang Jingping, who was a little excited, was dusting the balcony on the second floor. She originally wanted to say something to Feng Yiping, but when she saw him sitting in the chair motionless, she was thinking, and her movements became more gentle.

After missing classes for more than ten days, Feng Yiping set a record this time. When he returned to school the next day, he was very low-key, but under the cover of the classmates he asked for, he only called him once and did not get through. Of course, it may not be recorded. The school spirit is really free.

However, he didn't dare to neglect. After finishing the economic principles, he walked around the classmates and took a pile of notes. Some of them were homework that were now rushing to work and could hand in time. In short, the next half month would not be too easy.

The car was filled with stuffed, and the schoolbag was filled with stuff. Feng Yiping was thinking of going to the parking lot and putting these things first. The counselor, Teacher Xiao Jin, walked past a few steps away in a beige windbreaker, and saw him so desperately. Feng Yiping couldn't even hide, so he was really worried about what he would come.

"Hello, Teacher Jin. Your outfit is so handsome today!" Seeing that, Feng Yiping took the initiative to come forward and greet him openly.

Like most counselors, Mr. Jin is also a senior who stayed at school after graduation. His family is in good condition and he usually dresses much more fashionable than those of these students.

"Oh, the task is very heavy. With so many notes, it seems that you have missed classes for more than a day or two,"

In the corridor on the second floor, Gao Heng looked at the scene below proudly.

"How dare I, Teacher Jin, I am developing my style and helping everyone bring these things back to the dormitory."

"Let's go to my office," Teacher Jin said to him without any argument.

"Instructor, is there something wrong?" He was caught by the counselor when he returned to school. It was not such a coincidence. Could someone have made a report?

He glanced upstairs and happened to see Gao Heng retreating. Your sister must be you boy!

"Don't worry, although some classmates reported to me about your absence from class, I'm not looking for you today,"

Feng Yiping walked shoulder to shoulder with Teacher Jin, "Sorry, Teacher Jin, there was something urgent to do two days ago. I didn't have time to say hello to you. I went out for a few days, but don't worry, I won't miss a class for a whole class,"

Teacher Jin was too lazy to investigate how many days or more he was absent from class. "Whether to learn or not, how to learn. For you, I don't have to do these tasks. You understand it yourself. I will just say that time should be coordinated. You spend more time now, and when you handle work in the future, you will spend a lot of less time. You said right!"

Do you dare to say something wrong? "What the instructor teaches you is! I will definitely listen to you and plan my time more scientifically and reasonably. I dare to ask you to find me, what instructions do you have?"

Teacher Jin did not answer his question. Looking at the deformed bag he was carrying, he smacked his lips with some regret, "This is genuine, you really want to bear it!"

"Oh, this is given by my sister. Besides, aren't the things just used?" Is it still available!

"Do you know? Your third issue of magazine made many teachers fall into glasses." Teacher Jin changed another topic.

"Yes, I want to get it."

When he gave it, he could see that the third issue of magazine was the one that teachers disliked the most, mainly the affirmative words on the cover and the title party style were hotly discussed in the world, and some universities were also scrambling to spend money on similar projects. In this case, of course, it would not be liked by teachers with rigorous academic research.

However, it is precisely because he disagrees with him and pays attention to him after the 13th. So some teachers who had thrown him away casually later read the magazines he sent him.

It can be said that Feng Yiping perfectly achieved his goal.

"There are many talented people in your magazine!"

"I have spent a lot of effort to do this, and have hired a lot of high-quality talents with high salary, and have established partnerships with many experts." At this time, when talking about his small magazine, Feng Yiping cannot be modest.

"The college has decided that your magazines and college libraries will be ordered, and there are many teachers who will order them yourself, so you won't have to work hard to send them one by one in the future. How about it, be happy!"

As soon as he arrived at the office, Teacher Jin told him some good news.

"Good, and honor!" A magazine worth more than ten yuan, the library and various teachers, ordered two hundred books together, which was only 3,000 yuan. Whether it was for the college or the teacher, that was not a problem. "But, are other colleges not as good as our college?"

He gave a lot of other colleges, including the main office building of the school, but now he only has his own college support, so he is certainly not satisfied.

"That depends on yourself. Today I came to you, mainly because you applied for a crowdfunding club. Teacher Chen was busy with work and handed over most of the matter to me. I and him went to various relevant departments and just received a notice that your application was specially approved. In principle, the college and department also agreed that you, a first-year student, should serve as the president. Of course, you still have to participate in the on-the-job 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 regulations. He originally planned to be a notice or a report, but unexpectedly, he actually approved it.

It seems that rules are decided to break them, and it mainly depends on who the target is.

So, as a freshman in the first grade, he finally gained some weight in school! No wonder someone reported that he was absent from classes, and Teacher Jin didn't care about it.

"The main reason is that you, the initiator, is convincing, and the school is willing to make some such attempts," Mr. Jin's words confirmed his speculation.

Speaking of which, Feng Yiping's personal experience also played a great role in the reason why this application was passed, especially his magazine that impressed everyone.

"However, the name of crowdfunding is not grand and comprehensive enough, so why not just change it to an entrepreneurial club? In addition, the school and the college mean that you should not expand the recruitment scale of members at present. Just the dozens of people are enough now. Since everyone is preparing some projects, do the preliminary work more solidly and do it well if you want to. In this way, it will be more convincing to recruit new members after the school starts in the second half of the year. Do you think it is?"

It seems that the school still has some concerns, whether it is the association that requires practical work in this plan or the first-year freshman who becomes the president, but this coincides with Feng Yiping's plan.

"I understand, just do more and say less, and then promote it after doing it. Now I will quietly enter the village and don't shoot anyone, right?" Feng Yiping summarized the central meaning of what Teacher Jin said.

"right!"

"No problem, thank you instructor!"

"There is another point. You should pay attention to absent from classes. If you really have something to do, you must ask me for leave."

"Yes, that happens to be Teacher Jin. In the middle of next month, I will have to take another week off. I have to attend the Canton Fair." Who is Feng Yiping? He is the best at killing snakes and sticks.

Holding the fake note that Mr. Jin reluctantly approved was Feng Yiping walked out of the office and met Gao Heng, an annoying guy. I wonder if he was waiting there on purpose.

"Yiping, what did you say to the counselor? It took so long?"

Feng Yiping was not careful to pay attention to his careful thoughts, so he took out the approved leave note and shook it, "It's nothing, just ask for a week's leave in advance."

Why is this the case again? Gao Heng was very disappointed. He prepared a lot of words and waited for Feng Yiping to come out to comfort him in a fake manner, and then put on airs and educate him a few words. Who knows that none of them is useful now.

Feng Yiping knew without looking back that Gao Heng's face must be very exciting now, but he was too lazy to watch it. It seems that he still had to think of a way to educate Gao Heng well, otherwise there would inevitably be such a small trouble in the future. The matter is not big, the key is annoying.

And this time, he must remember it deeply, because he forgot about what happened last year so quickly.

Some people are so mean, but you are not that bad, but he doesn't admit that you are his.

Feng Yiping was not happy for long. As soon as he walked to the parking lot, he received a call from Jin Ling, "Yiping, where are you? Come to the company as soon as possible, and we are in trouble again." (To be continued...)

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