The enrollment of new students is in full swing.

Unlike ten years later, there are not many cars at the school gate, and the number of parents is also very small.

Some of the students, apparently from remote villages, wore shabby clothes, and even carried rolls and mats on their backs, carrying buckets and pots and thermoses, as if they were marching thousands of miles to fight.

Song Weiyang is undoubtedly a special person, he only dragged a suitcase, T-shirt and jeans, as simple as a tourist.

Even Song Weiyang, who was the receptionist for the freshmen, ignored Song Weiyang, he could only walk over and ask, "Senior, where is the Department of Sociology reporting?"

"Are you a freshman?" the other party said in surprise.

"Yes, freshman. Song Weiyang said with a smile.

A senior sister suddenly said enthusiastically, "I'll take you there." ”

Looking at this world of faces, the senior said he was speechless.

The senior sister introduced the campus situation all the way, and asked suddenly, "What is the name of the junior?"

"Song Weiyang. Song Weiyang said.

"This name is so familiar," the senior sister thought for two minutes and suddenly reacted, "You can't be the Xifeng Song Weiyang in the newspaper, right?"

Song Weiyang smiled: "It may be the same name." ”

The senior sister is looking forward to being in school, and there are not many opportunities to watch TV, and she may not even have sung karaoke, so that she doesn't know Ma Junhao's handsome face at all. She really thought it was the same name and surname, and said with a smile: "My name is Liu Ziran, a sophomore in the Department of Journalism." Which province is the junior from?"

"Xikang. Song Weiyang said.

Liu Ziran turned sideways suddenly, looked at Song Weiyang carefully, and asked again, "You won't really be Xifeng's boss, right?"

"What do you think, senior sister?" said Song Weiyang with an ambiguous smile.

"It's very likely," Liu Ziran said, "that your suitcase is very expensive, and there aren't many freshmen who carry suitcases." ”

Song Weiyang said: "There are a lot, I saw several along the way." ”

Liu Ziran thought about it, shook his head and said, "No matter, anyway, I know which department you are, and if you can run, the monk can't run the temple." If you are really the boss of Xifeng, I will definitely interview you, I am a reporter for the school newspaper. ”

Song Weiyang said: "The school newspaper reporter should do an admission report today, why did you come to the reception of new students?"

"Admissions reports are done. Liu Ziran said.

The two chatted and reported all the way, until Song Weiyang paid for the fee, Liu Ziran finally showed a surprised expression - he was actually a self-financed student!

In 1994, although the graduation allocation was gradually abolished and tuition fees were gradually introduced, this policy was not popularized for the time being.

The state finance allocates funds according to the standard of 3,400 yuan per student per year, and the specific fees vary from school to school, some schools need to pay 100 yuan a year for tuition, some schools do not pay separately, and some schools may pay two or three hundred, four or five hundred. But even if they have to pay four or five hundred, the students still earn it, because they will pay more than 20 yuan in food subsidies every month, and a few yuan in meat stickers every quarter, which is enough to save a little money in a year. Even the kind of students who are super thrifty can also take out the food expenses to send money back home.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Song Weiyang. He not only has to pay 1,200 yuan for tuition, but also 300 yuan for accommodation, and the cost of books is calculated separately, and there are no subsidies in ordinary times.

Liu Ziran thought to himself: The newspaper said that Song Weiyang has excellent academic performance and has been among the best in the city since elementary school, so he shouldn't be a self-funded student, this Song Weiyang must be fake!

It's no wonder that Liu Ziran thinks about it a lot, but he really has a bad reputation for being a self-funded student.

The self-financed students in the 80s were particularly diligent, but in recent years, in more and more developed coastal areas, those children who got rich first, well, that is, the rich second generation, frantically poured into major colleges and universities at their own expense. In order to generate income, some schools have also increased the number of self-financed students in wealthy areas and lowered the admission threshold for self-financed students, thus turning the schools into a miasma.

In some ordinary undergraduate classes, the proportion of self-financed students is even as high as 50%, which is unimaginable.

In another two years, this trend reached its peak, and even Tsinghua University and Peking University showed signs of falling, forcing the Ministry of Education to directly cancel the creature of self-financed students - and then, across the board, the tuition fee rose directly to more than 2,000 yuan, and to about 3,000 yuan the following year. In film and television works, there are often poor students who can't afford to go to college and rely on the whole village to support them, probably after the tuition fee rises to 3,000 yuan.

Liu Ziran's attitude towards Song Weiyang at the moment is a little weird, she is from a small county town, on the one hand, she despises Song Weiyang's self-financed status, and on the other hand, she envies Song Weiyang's excellent economic conditions.

"Senior Brother Song, your family runs a factory? The annual tuition and accommodation fee of 1,500 yuan is expensive enough, and it is enough to cover half a year's salary of a worker in a state-owned enterprise. Liu Ziran said tentatively.

Song Weiyang sighed: "It's so expensive." I was so far behind, and I wanted to come to Fudan again, so my family could only scrape together money for me to study. I felt very guilty for making my parents so hard because of my mistakes. From now on, I will study hard to repay their kindness and the opportunity to go to university in the motherland!"

Liu Ziran resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "Who believes it! ”

"I know you don't believe it," Song Weiyang said with a smile, "Actually, my tuition is earned by selling scrap iron." ”

Liu Ziran was amused: "You don't have a word of truth. Where is the scrap iron so easy to pick up, but also introduce me to make a fortune. ”

Song Weiyang said: "I will definitely take you if I have the opportunity." ”

The two walked for a while, and Liu Ziran suddenly pointed ahead and said, "Turn another corner and you'll go to the dormitory, you can go by yourself." ”

"Okay, thank you, senior sister! Goodbye, senior sister!" Song Weiyang said with a smile.

At present, Fudan does not have so many campuses, and basically all of them study in the main department. Ten years ago, there was a branch school, and the Chinese department, the social science department, and so on were all taught in the branch, but that branch has been merged into Shenghai University.

Song Weiyang dragged his suitcase and walked around, admiring the old buildings all the way, and soon came to the gate of the dormitory.

"Poof...... Dangdang, Dang, Dang!"

Song Weiyang was just about to climb the stairs when there was a sudden noise in front of him.

But it was a heavily armed guy whose bucket fell, and the basin rolled directly in front of Song Weiyang, and an iron lunch box jumped down the steps. The classmate hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and the mat on his back flew directly overhead and smashed towards Song Weiyang's face.

"Dude, be steady!" Song Weiyang stretched out his hand to catch the mat.

"I'm sorry," the student hurriedly packed up the things on the ground, and when he saw that Song Weiyang's dress was a little inferior, he reluctantly smiled, "That, give me the mat." ”

Song Weiyang said: "It's okay, it's convenient in my hand, I'll help you get it." Which dorm do you live in?"

“305。 The student said.

"It's quite a coincidence," Song Weiyang said, "You're also from the social department, right?"

The student said, "My name is Peng Shengli, and I'm from the law department." ”

Song Weiyang said with a smile: "It seems that something has gone wrong in the dormitory, and my social department is also in 305." ”

Peng Shengli said: "No, I asked, 305 is the dormitory of the law department." ”

Song Weiyang: "......"

It's still a trouble at his own expense, and it is estimated that there is still a surplus of the law dormitory, so he directly threw Song Weiyang over to make up the number.

It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival moon cakes, and Song Weiyang plans to buy some spare in advance, otherwise he can only watch his roommates eat at that time.

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