Xia Sen walked to the door of the computer school.

Entrance to the School of Computer Science.

He stood there casually, watching people walk past him and into the school building.

After waiting for a while, no one finally passed by.

He cautiously looked left and right, took out a poster from his arms, and secretly pasted it at the entrance of the academy. After sneakily observing left and right, and seeing that no one noticed him, he quickly left.

The poster was left alone at the entrance of the academy.

The first student walked past the piece of paper and walked away.

The second student walked past the piece of paper and walked away.

The third...

The fourth...

Finally, a student passed by the paper and took a few steps forward as if nothing had happened. After walking past the piece of paper, it was as if something suddenly occurred and stopped. He turned his head again and fixed his gaze on the piece of paper, and his eyes froze.

"I'm X!" the man couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

This startled the people around him, and the two people behind him walked a few steps, stepped forward, and looked at the paper. The moment they saw what was written above, the faces of the two people were also full of anger.

Seeing that this piece of paper attracted the attention of so many people, more and more people gathered around.

Not surprisingly, everyone who saw the piece of paper had an angry expression on their faces, and they discussed it one by one.

"Who is this person?

"How can a freshman be like this?"

"Is he going to do it with us?"

"This is the patent of our department, what kind of trouble is he from a foreign department?"

"The confidence he got from there..."

As more and more people gathered in front of this poster, the discussion became more and more noisy.

"What's going on?" asked a tall, backpack-carrying boy who slowly walked out of the back of the crowd and walked as he went.

The boys are not good-looking, but they obviously have some weight in this college. When the onlookers heard his voice, they slowly made way for him, leading straight to the poster.

The boy stood in front of the poster in the aisle of the passage, looked up, and looked at the words on the poster. The expression on his face changed from curiosity to surprise. At the end, a smile appeared on his face.

"Cheng Yuran, we can't bear this. In the crowd of spectators, a voice suddenly came out.

"yes, I can't bear it. Chen Yuran said with a smile, "Let's educate him." ”

With that, reach for the poster and tear it off the wall in one hand!

He carefully folded the poster and slipped it into his backpack.

"Ringing ringing!"

Xia Sen's phone rang.

"Hey?" Xia Sen picked up the phone.

"What time do you open?" the other party asked straight to the point.

"......?" Xia Sen was stunned for a long time before he reacted, with a smile on his face, and he replied slowly, "The current time is every Tuesday and Thursday, from 7:30 to 9:30 in the evening. ”

"At half past seven on Tuesday night, I'll go look for you. The other party said.

"Who are you?" asked Xia Sen.

"Cheng Yuran. The other party replied.

"Come on, welcome. Xia Sen smiled.

The other party simply hung up the phone.

Tuesday.

Cheng Yuran came to Xia Sen's address on time on the poster, and Xia Sen's address was written in a classroom with an open class. On Tuesday night, there were no classes in this classroom.

Behind him was a group of people, all from the Computer Science College. There are those who are uneven, and there are those who come to see the excitement.

Cheng Yuran walked into the classroom with the students of their academy with a surprised expression on his face.

The desks and chairs in the classroom have not been moved, but on each desk, there is a brand new laptop, and there are 20 of them! These 20 computers are the most popular Lin Xiang at that time, and from the appearance of the latest model this year, it must not be too bad in terms of configuration.

The classroom was obviously something that Xia Sen had already coordinated with the teacher. But these computers are obviously not something that schools will afford.

This kid is so rich.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xia Sen, from the Department of Economics. Xia Sen smiled and asked, "Are you all here to sign up?"

Cheng Yuran walked into the classroom and looked Xia Sen up and down. "Are you Xia Sen?"

"Yes, I'm Xia Sen. Xia Sen replied.

"You... A freshman?"

"Yes. Xia Sen replied.

"You..." Cheng Yuran's face hung with a hint of disbelief, "It's from the Department of Economics?"

"Yes, I'm from the economics department. Xia Sen replied.

"What kind of mess are you from the economics department here to make trouble!" Cheng Yuran took out the poster and slapped it on the table in front of Xia Sen, and the SH newspaper read:

"Club Recruitment: Write a Code Club!"

"Walk with me on the road to code. ”

"With the purpose of innovation, the Writing Code Club is looking for students who like to write code to create our favorite software together!"

Xia Sen glanced down at the poster and replied with a very innocent face,

"Yes, this is the club I applied for, and the school's approval process has been completed. You see, the locations for club activities are already available. ”

Hearing Xia Sen's answer, the corners of Cheng Yuran's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Don't you know that our school has a programming club?!"

"Ah, yes. "But the names of the two societies are different, and their purpose is different. They don't conflict with each other!"

Cheng Yuran: "...... You posted the recruitment information at the door of our college, and you still said that there was no conflict!"

"It's not like you have a lot of people in your academy who can code. Xia Sen smiled.

That's true.

In the whole school, the only college involved in programming is the computer school.

The "Programming Club" was created by the students of the School of Computer Science, saying that all colleges can recruit new students, but this kind of club with a relatively high degree of professionalism is actually only the students of their college themselves who are able to pass the interview.

Therefore, it can be said that the "Programming Club" is the internal club of their computer school. And Cheng Yuran is the current president of the "Programming Club".

Xia Sen's recruitment information for a "code writing agency" was directly posted at the door of the college, and his purpose was Sima Zhao's heart, which was known to passers-by.

"Cheng Yuran, you are welcome to sign up for the code writing club!" Xia Sen asked with a smile, "Those classmates behind you are also here to sign up?"

"I'm not here to sign up. Cheng Yuran said, "The more than 20 people behind me are not here to sign up." ”

"Ah, what are you doing?" Xia Sen looked surprised.

Cheng Yuran was choked with anger by Xia Sen's stupid appearance. It took a while to pick up the conversation.

"In our school, there is no need for two identical clubs to exist at the same time, right?"