The First Order

In the early morning, Qin Sheng wrapped himself tightly early in the morning and came to the courtyard where Ren Xiaosu was located.

He handed Ren Xiaosu a student ID card, and then said with some embarrassment: "I want to get you a new student ID card here. As a result, the principal of Qinghe University disagreed. He said that no suspicious characters are allowed to enter now. On his campus, he will put an end to everything that might harm his students... The old headmaster is more stubborn, and our knight's face is not so good."

"What's the matter?" Ren Xiaosu curiously said, "Is there anything the knight can't do in Los Angeles?"

"Yes, there are two places where we can't speak. To be precise, it doesn't matter who speaks," Qin Sheng explained: "One is the newspaper office of Hope Media, and the other is Qinghe University. Jiang Xu of Hope Media The editor-in-chief and President Hu Xingzhi of Qinghe University, these two are very principled people, and we also respect these two."

"So what is this student ID?" Ren Xiaosu asked curiously.

"This is my cousin's student ID," Qin Sheng explained: "Fortunately, his face looks a bit like you, but he wears glasses. When you pass the martial law sentry, you say you just didn't wear glasses, and the ID The photo is not the same as my own, that’s all. Entering the school at 8 am and leaving the school at 8 pm, you must be on time. Only these two martial soldiers have our informants."

Ren Xiaosu nodded: "Okay."

It seems that Qin Sheng has arranged all of these, let people arrange so many things for themselves at this critical time, Ren Xiaosu is also embarrassed.

It's just that Ren Xiaosu saw Qin Sheng's words lingering, and he wondered: "Is there anything else?"

"Oh," Qin Sheng embarrassedly took out a course schedule and said: "This is my cousin's schedule."

"What do you mean?" Ren Xiaosu froze for a moment.

"Look, he gave you the student ID, you can't go to school by yourself, and you need to go to the classroom to deal with the teacher's name instead of him," Qin Sheng said helplessly. In fact, his cousin just wanted to skip class, and now encountered Someone went to school for himself, and he was just so happy that he could play a game console at home every day.

But Qin Sheng feels embarrassed because the goods in front of him are marshals in the Northwest.

"Okay, no problem," Ren Xiaosu promised. People helped themselves. They didn't even agree to such trivial matters, and Ren Xiaosu himself wanted to go to the university class to see it.

Qin Sheng was ready to leave after he had said the right thing, and Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked, "When do those people start?"

"I don't know," Qin Sheng shook his head: "We have killed a group of people in the past two days. Perhaps the reaction was so strong that they shocked them, so many people were dormant, but the teacher said they would definitely do it, just Wait for an opportunity."

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Ren Xiaosu went to Qinghe University alone. Zhou Yingxue pulled Qin Sheng and said she would get a student ID, but Qin Sheng refused. After all, Zhou Yingxue didn't look like a student.

When I entered Qinghe University, the martial law forces outside the school inspected the Xiaosu student ID card, and did not even raise questions about the photos and their own.

This is not the first time he has come to Qinghe University, but the size of the campus is still like a maze to him.

And the most speechless thing about him is that the classroom of each class is not the same, that is to say, he has to get lost once in a class...

"Is there only one class in the morning?" Ren Xiaosu looked at the timetable in his hand. He thought that this Qinghe University student was too easy.

No wonder these people are still free to engage in various activities, which is purely idle.

Ren Xiaosu was walking around the campus, his eyes were walking around, trying to find the familiar figure he expected, but found nothing.

Finally, I found the classroom where the class was taking place. When I walked in, all the students turned their attention to Ren Xiaosu: "Student, this is the classroom of social humanities and politics. Are you going wrong?"

"Wait, do you know Zheng Hang?" Ren Xiaosu glanced at the timetable and asked.

"Know," a girl said, "it's a classmate in our class."

Ren Xiaosu grinned: "Oh, then I'm right. I'll take the class for him. When does the teacher usually call the roll?"

The classmates in the classroom were stunned. Some boys shouted exaggeratedly: "Zheng Hang's kid is too ruthless. He actually spent money to find someone to help with the roll call. Hello, how do you charge for the roll call?"

These words left Ren Xiaosu stunned, why did he get involved in the charges, is it true that someone in Qinghe University is engaged in an industry that helps cope with the roll call.

He grinned: "30 at a time."

"The price is quite fair," a boy joked: "But two or three lessons a day, I am afraid that only the rich second generation of Zheng Hang can afford it, and I can't envy it."

At this time, the sound of crutches sounded outside the classroom, and the classroom immediately quieted down, and the boy gave Ren Xiaosu a wink and asked him to sit down quickly.

But it was too late, the sound of the cane had reached the door, and Ren Xiaosu turned back, whether he or anyone from outside was stunned.

The coming person is the editor-in-chief of Hope Media, Jiang Xu!

There are many visiting professors in Qinghe University, these people are people with extremely high status in society, and their academic attainments are also very deep, which is called a big fight.

Jiang Xu was such a visiting professor at Qinghe University, or the president of the university, Hu Xingzhi, personally visited and invited.

Since the accident at barrier 61, Jiang Xu couldn't help but think of Ren Xiaosu, not only the speciality of the two numbers 61, but also, he always felt that the sad words about the times should not come from a young man.

What kind of things have you experienced for someone who can say this?

However, Jiang Xu didn't expect to see Ren Xiaosu in the classroom. He hadn't seen Ren Xiaosu before. Although he has many students, this young man has a unique temperament that he can definitely remember at a glance.

Jiang Xu asked slowly: "What's your name?"

Ren Xiaosu had a bad secret in his heart, but he said daringly: "My name is Zheng Hang."

Jiang Xu did not dismantle him, but stepped onto the platform step by step: "It just happens that I still lack a class representative in this class. In the future, Zheng Hang, you will be my class representative, and you will do things like collecting homework. "

The students in the audience began to mourn for Zheng Hang...

This time I found someone who called for help, and also called a class representative. In the future, Zheng Hang might not be able to face what a tragic life. Jiang Xu found that he was looking for someone to take the class instead. It’s not good to hang for a few years, maybe...

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One more night