Chen Feima studied in the Chinese department.

At Jiangcheng University, the Chinese Department is a key discipline with a long history, with many celebrities and high-end brands.

However, in the modern world of advanced technology, it is an indisputable fact that the Chinese Department is gradually declining compared to other emerging popular disciplines.

To put it bluntly, the employment situation is relatively serious and it is difficult to find a satisfactory job.

Chen Feima didn't think so much before, and always felt that he was far away from graduation, and he had almost no preparation. He ate, slept and played games every day. Class studies were just routine...

In a daze.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, I was already a junior, and two or three months later, it was summer vacation again.

Next semester, I am a senior and will have to do an internship soon.

He suddenly panicked and felt that his future was bleak.

Chen Feima couldn't even imagine how his life would go: it was almost impossible to take the exam; he had never taken the teacher certificate or something like that... The biggest possibility was to rely on a university diploma, to be a clerk in a company, to have enough food and clothing, and to be like everyone else.

In fact, he didn't have much ideal or ambition, but when he went to the hospital a while ago, he realized his embarrassment in life, his weakness, fear, and confusion that had been hidden well...

For a moment, it was fully exposed.

If you follow the steps, these problems will probably be gradually highlighted after he is forty.

The exposure of his life in advance has changed greatly in front of him.

Most importantly, an immortal system was obtained.

The first lesson in the morning was "Introduction to Literature and Art", which talks about mysterious literary things, era schools, existenceism, postmodernism, etc.

To be honest, after entering society, if Chen Feima had not been engaged in related professional work, he would not know what the use of learning these things.

The key is that the concept of "literature" is becoming increasingly dying and has less and less "money prospects".

Writing is a way of writing?

Please, it's 0202!

Sometimes, Chen Feima secretly regrets his original choice and should not learn this Chinese.

After a class, the academic master came over and said, "Student Fei Ma, how are you doing with your notes?"

Chen Feima looked at him and saw that he was dressed differently, so he even went to take care of his buzz cut - his hair was deliberately long before to cover up his face.

Well, the changes are pretty good now.

"I have a good review, so there should be no problem at the end of the period."

"That's good."

Zhang Ming smiled and said, "How is it? I'll treat you to dinner at noon today."

"Uh, no need."

"Why don't you need it? It's a must, but it's not a restaurant outside the school, but a restaurant on the campus."

Zhang Ming looked very serious.

The school has several canteens, and there are also more advanced ones, such as Fenglaiyi Restaurant, which contains fried dishes and local specialties. The prices are of course higher than the canteen.

Zhang Ming invited him to dinner, not on a whim, but on several occasions, to express his gratitude.

It was hard to stop the spirit, and Chen Feima finally agreed.

After class in the morning, the two of them walked towards Feng Laiyi together.

When he arrived at the place, he found a seat to sit down. Zhang Ming held the recipe: "If you want to eat, order whatever you want."

Chen Feima ordered two casually, the price was medium.

After three years of classmate, the relationship between him and Zhang Ming can only be said to be average, that is, the relationship between ordinary classmates and has not much contact. Everyone has different lifestyles and habits, and their hobbies are also different. Zhang Ming spent most of his time in the library, except for class. His hard-working attitude towards learning determines his status as a top student.

Although he had no friendship, Chen Feima could see that Zhang Ming's family was careless and his life was simple. He was even pointed at by his classmates behind his back, saying that he was "stingy".

Today he was invited to dinner, so Chen Feima certainly would not order food randomly.

Zhang Ming obviously realized that it was also very easy to add an expensive mutton soup.

While waiting for the meal, the two started chatting:

"Student Feima, I heard that you are working as a part-time job in Tinghuxiang and being a chef."

Chen Feima smiled and said, "Just working."

"Very good, pretty good."

Zhang Ming said a few words in a row, purely flattering words.

In the general perception of college students, cooks are really not allowed to be on the table. It doesn’t matter if they are just part-time jobs, they are just a little alternative.

Chen Feima knew that he also had part-time jobs outside and worked as a tutor. He had excellent grades and excellent skills, so there was no problem tutoring high school students.

After changing to Chen Feima, he was a little overwhelmed and his studies were abandoned. It was okay to teach Chinese, but if it was math and English, it would be difficult.

It's embarrassing to say this, but it's a fact.

Then they fell into silence, and the two of them had no topics.

After thinking about it, Chen Feima took out the fish skin cream he drew last night.

When Zhang Ming saw this, his eyes lit up: "You have the goods again!"

The shouting was too loud, which attracted the students from two or three tables nearby to look at each other.

Chen Feima coughed: "Brother Academician, don't be too excited."

It's like a two-person joint, selling something indescribable.

Zhang Ming quickly covered his mouth, but his face was full of excitement, which was beyond words.

Chen Feima handed over the fish skin cream: "You should be able to eliminate a lot after using this one."

Zhang Ming kept nodding: "Yes, yes, this time, will you only make this one?"

Chen Feima replied: "Yes, I don't know if there is any in the future. You know, the small workshops are sensitive medicines, and many procedures are not random, nor can they be spread everywhere, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Zhang Ming understood what he meant. Strictly speaking, this kind of product is illegal and cannot be circulated on the market at all.

He said seriously: "Fai Ma, don't worry, I will never talk nonsense."

If you try medicine with your body, the effect is significant and exceeds everything. As for the others, who cares?

Even if there is no second ointment, Zhang Ming is very grateful to Chen Feima: "Student Feima, your secret recipe is so great that it can actually expand the scale and conduct legal production. The sales must be very good, and it may be able to make famous brand products. You know, there are many adolescent men and women who have acne. I have countless medicines, and no medicine can compare to this fish skin cream. Those brands are still expensive."

If there is really a secret recipe, Chen Feima would of course have such an idea. The problem is that there is no such thing as the finished product. How can I know what the drug ingredients are? It is more likely that it is produced by the system and pure black technology, which exceeds the level of this world.

So you don’t have to think about making medicine.

It was vague and said: "It's not that easy, the raw materials are difficult to make... Besides, this drug is not a test, it may be effective for you, and it will be useless if you change to a second person."

“It is possible too.”

Zhang Ming just mentioned it and didn't know much about this. When the food was served, he immediately warmly asked him to eat and help pick up the food.

Chen Feima quickly stopped him: "I'll do it, just do it yourself."

In public, what's the point of picking up food for boys? If it is spread out, its reputation will be ruined.
Chapter completed!