Doctoral students could have had a single dormitory, but in order to save a little accommodation fee, Zhang Chenxing lived in a double room for graduate students.

Although it is said to be a double room, the classmate who has been in the same dormitory in the past year has basically not come back a few times, and it is no different from a single room.

To Zhang Chenxing's surprise, when he arrived at the door of the dormitory, he found that the door of the dormitory was open, and there was a sound of rustling inside.

I opened the door casually and saw that my roommate, who hadn't seen anyone for a whole month, was actually making a bed inside, obviously preparing to live here tonight.

"Is He Liang, are you back to prepare for your dissertation defense?" asked Zhang Chenxing as he walked into the dormitory.

He Liang sighed and sat down on the freshly made bed: "Yes, there is another month to defend the thesis, I plan to prepare well and strive to be excellent!"

"What's the matter, you seem to be in a bad mood? Is it because the job search is not going well?" Seeing He Liang's sighing appearance, Zhang Chenxing asked with concern.

"But isn't it, it's too difficult to find a job now! Especially like our history department, it's just a child picked up, and my father doesn't love my mother!"

Today's employment situation is indeed grim, He Liang has been looking for a job since before the Spring Festival last year, and it has been more than half a year now, and he still hasn't been decided. A job in the history department is already hard to find, and the worse thing is that he still has a graduate diploma, which makes it even harder to find.

After talking about his suffering, He Liang sighed again and said: "I have already passed the civil service examination in April, but there are too few departments for history majors, and I have no way, so I guess there is no hope." Next, I'm going to see which school is recruiting teachers, and if I can't do it, I'll become a teacher. ”

After living in a dormitory for three years, Zhang Chenxing still knows this roommate well, knowing that he is talented and sharp-minded.

As the saying goes, reading history makes people wise, and if you can study history alive and practice human feelings in one mind, your communication skills are definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

He Liang has such an ability, his ideal job is to be a corporate executive, but he lacks interest in being a teacher or something.

It's just that his family background is average, and he has to rely on himself to find a job. In the current employment situation, the dependence on diplomas is still quite high, and it is reasonable to take a history diploma to apply for a management position, and run into walls everywhere.

So He Liang was disheartened and looked at the teacher he had never been waiting to see.

"And you, Dr. Zhang, I remember that your family's conditions are just average, right? Now that you are about to graduate, you have to hurry up to find a job! It is the peak period of employment, if you miss this time, it will be even more difficult to find a job!" At the end, He Liang did not forget to kindly remind his roommate.

Although he is not as good as Zhang Chenxing in terms of education, he is a few years older, and He Liang admires Zhang Chenxing in terms of knowledge, but he still treats him as a little brother in life, and he usually takes care of him.

"Hehe, I know this in my heart, you can rest assured. Putting the backpack away, Zhang Chenxing said as he walked to the bathroom: "You are busy, I'll wash it first." ”

In He Liang's impression, Zhang Chenxing has always been such an unhurried and tepid character, and he usually has little contact with others, and he looks like he is careless about everything. This kind of simple character is okay in school, but if it really goes out into society, it is definitely the type that is pit to death and doesn't know how to die!

Especially after experiencing this application war, He Liang consciously has a deeper understanding of the real society, and is ready to find a time to talk to Zhang Chenxing, so that he can sober up and not be blinded by the beautiful scenery in the ivory tower.

After separating from Zhang Chenxing, Ye Mengran still thinks of him from time to time, especially the scene when he squatted beside him to massage himself, and the heroic posture of jumping off the overpass without hesitation, all of which made Ye Mengran have endless memories.

"I don't know when he's going to call me, and what reason will he ask me out for the first time, for dinner, for a movie, or for a trip?"

Suddenly, Ye Mengran's face changed slightly, because she remembered something: "It seems that he didn't ask for my phone number, right?"

Just now I was thinking about when he would call him, but at this moment, realizing that the other party didn't have his own phone at all, Ye Mengran's pretty face was suddenly covered with a layer of frost: "Zhang Chenxing! You can die if you ask for a phone call! Do you want Miss Ben to take the initiative to tell you the phone!"

Not to mention Ye Mengran, who gritted his teeth at Zhang Chenxing, when Han Xuejun and his wife came home, they smelled the fragrance of rice porridge, and their father was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.

"My little grandson is back, hurry up and let grandpa hug him!" Han Wenyou immediately put down the newspaper in his hand and greeted the husband and wife at the door.

But when he saw that his daughter-in-law's eyes were red and swollen, she had obviously cried just now, and her son also had an unnatural expression, Han Wenyou's face sank.

"Xiaojun, did you make Lan Lan angry!" staring fiercely at his son, Han Wenyou said in a majestic tone.

"Dad, you're here, isn't my mom here? Why didn't you say hello before you came, we're waiting for you at home." Han Xuejun was afraid that his father would be angry, so he quickly diverted the topic.

On the side, Ma Xilan remembered what happened on the overpass just now, and couldn't help but have a sour nose, and tears poured out like spring water.

"Are you the leader of the provincial party committee, I have to call you before I come, I can't come if I don't get approval!" Seeing his daughter-in-law sad like this, Han Wenyou was even more angry, blocking Han Xuejun at the door, and not letting go of the past without explaining. "Don't interrupt me, look at what Lan Lan has been crying into! Tell me honestly, what did you do to be sorry for Lan Lan!"

"Dad, things aren't what you think. Knowing what kind of temper his father had, Han Xuejun didn't expect him to be able to fool him, so he told him what happened on the overpass just now.

The only difference is that it was his wife who was holding his son, but in Han Xuejun's narration, it was he who was holding his son. On the side, Ma Xilan saw that her husband took such a big mistake for herself, and glanced at him gratefully.

"What, fell off the flyover?" Hearing that his grandson had experienced such a thrilling scene, Han Wenyou, even though he had seen a lot of things, was still so frightened that his face changed.

"How did you act as a father, why are you so careless? You can't even look down on your own son! If I had been as sloppy as you back then, would you still be able to live to this day!"

"What you taught me is that I will definitely be more careful in the future!" Han Xuejun hurriedly replied with a wry smile.

"Fortunately, there are masters to help me today, otherwise I will see how you explain to your ancestors and ancestors!" nodded hard at his son's head, and Han Wenyou strode back to the sofa, and at the same time carefully took the little grandson from his daughter-in-law's hands.

Seeing that the old man was checking the injuries on his son's body, Han Xuejun hurriedly said: "We have already gone to the hospital to check just now, and Fan Fan didn't even have a single bruise on his body, there is no problem!"

"It's okay!" Hearing this, Han Wenyou also breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Han Xuejun and asked, "Who is the college student who saved Fan Fan, have you ever thanked others?"

"I was going to thank the other party, but he resolutely refused, didn't even leave a phone, and didn't know what his name was. But I left him my contact details so that he could contact me if he had something. Han Xuejun couldn't help but say embarrassedly.

"Nonsense, people are so kind, you just do things? I don't believe that if you are sincere, you can't even ask for a contact information! I don't even know your name until now, is your son's life so worthless in your eyes?" Han Wen slapped the table in a friendly manner, glared and shouted.

He was so angry that he scared the little grandson he was holding in his arms into tears, and hurriedly slowed down his voice and coaxed him quietly.

Han Xuejun was said to be a little hot-skinned, he was indeed a little snub to his benefactor at that time, if he had to leave a contact information, he should still be able to come.

However, it was not too late to make amends, Han Xuejun said in a low voice: "Why don't I call the leaders of Jiaotong University and ask them to help find them?" ”

"That's fine, the most important thing in being a man is to be grateful and repay, otherwise how can you be worthy of your conscience!" Han Wenyou lost no time in educating his son.

"Yes, yes, Dad taught me a lesson, so I'm going to call their school leaders. Han Xuejun didn't dare to slack off, and immediately took out his mobile phone and called.

As a national key university, the president of Xijing Jiaotong University is at the vice-ministerial level! And Han Xuejun is just a small secretary in the secretariat of the general office of the municipal government.

In terms of common sense, a small secretary in the government office called the president of Xijing Jiaotong University directly, which was a bit high, and it was normal for the other party to hang up the phone directly when he was in a bad mood.

However, after hearing Han Xuejun's name, President Liu of Jiaotong University showed an unexpected attitude, and chatted with him with a warm greeting!

The reason why this is so is completely for the sake of Han Xuejun's father, that is, Han Wenyou's face!

Although Han Xuejun is only a small secretary, Han Wenyou is the head of the Provincial Organization Department and one of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee. Although the level is the same as that of a deputy minister, the authority of the head of the organization department is not comparable to that of the president of a university! President Liu also met Han Xuejun's father and son once at a party with friends, and only then did he know that they still had this relationship, and he was specially told at that time not to talk about this relationship, so far few government departments in the entire Sanqin Province know about the relationship between the two!

Han Xuejun and Principal Liu are also friends on the same side, and it is inevitable that they will greet each other for a while when they call for the first time, which is also a common practice in officialdom.

When the two were greeting, Han Wenyou suddenly said: "Xiaojun, hang up the phone first, I have something to say to you." ”

Dad spoke, Han Xuejun didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly said a word to the phone and hung up the phone.

"Dad, what do you have to say?" Sitting back on the sofa, Han Xuejun felt a little strange, and he didn't know what his father was going to say to him.

"That's right, just now I suddenly thought that the student could jump off the overpass, and rescue Fan Fan first, and ensure that he was not harmed in the slightest, this is by no means something ordinary people can do! And you also said just now, it is a white and pure young man, to have this kind of skill, he must practice internal kung fu, and there must be a famous teacher's true inheritance!" Han Wenyou said in an affirmative tone.

Han Xuejun nodded and said, "I think so too, ordinary practitioners shouldn't have this ability, I don't know if you can do it, Dad?"

"Hehe, my half-bottle of kung fu, even if it's at its peak, I don't dare to pack a ticket! Now that I'm old, let alone it!" Han Wenyou waved his hand and continued: "In today's society, you also know that those who have real kung fu generally don't publicize it much, and if young people get the true biography of a famous teacher, most of them don't want their identities to be exposed." If we go to him with such fanfare, we will get him into trouble, and we will do bad things with good intentions. ”

In Han Xuejun's eyes, his old man can be regarded as a little master. At this moment, I heard that the young man was even more powerful than his old man, and I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart, and then I knew that I had underestimated the young man.

"If we can't make such a big fanfare, how can we find that young man?" Han Xuejun asked.

After lowering his head and thinking about it, Han Wenyou said: "Otherwise, you can talk to Principal Liu and ask him to collect photos of all the students in the school who know martial arts, and we will see if we can find the young man." If you can't find it like this, it means that he hasn't usually revealed his kung fu, and he definitely doesn't want to expose himself, so it depends on fate, and if he can't meet it, he won't have a chance. ”

"Okay, I'll just say this to Principal Liu. Han Xuejun answered, and then started calling again.

Over there, Principal Liu knew that Han Xuejun had something to say, and he had been waiting for his call, so as soon as he picked it up, he said with a smile: "Brother Han, is there anything Minister Han needs my help with?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just a small favor. Then he told the story as my father had just said.

As soon as he heard that it was just such a thing, Principal Liu immediately patted his chest and packed the ticket, promising to get things done within three days.