Chapter 67 - 62: There Are Still Some Minor Conflicts in the Dormitory

By the third week of military training, most people had gotten used to its pace. Although it was tiring, they indeed experienced a different kind of life. Every morning at seven o’clock, as the assembly bugle sounded, countless students hurriedly got out of bed, got dressed, and made their beds. Then, they were sunbathed under the sun for half the day. By noon, they would swarm into the cafeteria, gobbling up steamed buns and stewed pork with vermicelli. It’s strange to say that these common foods, which they might not even glance at home, somehow tasted extraordinarily delicious during these days of military training. Especially the white steamed buns, so fragrant that once you bit into one, the taste of flour filled your entire mouth, and you didn’t even want to chew it twice before swallowing it right down to your stomach. Perhaps it really was that food tasted better when there were many people. The cafeteria next to the drill ground was designated mainly for students undergoing military training. Every noon, it was always bustling with people all scrambling to eat. If you arrived two minutes late, you might not even see a trace of oil and would have to dryly chew on a steamed bun. Zhou Yuwen had actually skipped training for most of these three weeks, spending most of his time going back to the dormitory to write novels, and sometimes helping classmates handle campus cards at the business hall. It was now late September, and all the schools in the university town had already started. Initially, Zhou Yuwen estimated that among his classmates handling campus cards, there should have been eight hundred to nine hundred people, a thousand being an exaggeration. However, to Zhou Yuwen’s surprise, the final tally at his location exceeded twelve hundred people. Of course, Liu Shuo played an indispensable role in this. On that night at Jin Ken Academy, Liu Shuo had made quite a name for himself. Zhou Yuwen naturally brushed off the affair, hiding his capabilities and achievements, but Liu Shuo, this guy, never liked studying since he was young and naturally slacked off even more after entering university. Since that night, anyone who saw him would call out "Brother Shuo." Liu Shuo did really consider himself quite the character, making good connections in his own school. He wasn’t lacking money, was generous, and indeed acknowledged quite a few "little brothers." Then, with people hearing the rumors and seeking him out, Liu Shuo started treating the handling of campus cards as his own business, recruiting agents not just in his own school but in others as well. In the blink of an eye, the whole university town became filled with Zhou Yuwen’s subagents. To be honest, twelve hundred people getting cards wasn’t much for the whole university town because they had started late. If things continued as they were, Zhou Yuwen figured he could easily make two or three hundred thousand next year as freshmen came to get their cards. This year, Zhou Yuwen personally made sixty thousand yuan, and would also get fifty thousand yuan in dividends every month after. For Zhou Yuwen, this was already a pretty good income. Coupled with his earnings from writing novels, he estimated he could make a hundred and sixty thousand by October. That was just enough to make a down payment on a small Audi. That day at noon, Zhou Yuwen went to the cafeteria to eat. The other classmates had just finished training and were devouring their food, and Li Qiang had grown noticeably darker since the start of school. Zhou Yuwen had not participated in training, so he wasn’t very hungry. He only ate a little and curiously asked, "Where’s Chang Hao?" "Who knows? He’s the monitor now, maybe he’s off sucking up to the instructor!" Li Qiang said, twisting his mouth. At that moment, Chang Hao walked in expressionlessly. Li Qiang stopped talking and sullenly continued eating. Naturally, Chang Hao heard a bit of what Li Qiang had just said. He knew Li Qiang’s personality well, but perhaps having been the class monitor for a few days, Chang Hao had gotten used to issuing orders, and suddenly said, "Just eat your meal properly, your table talks the most." Chang Hao’s words were addressed to the twelve people at the table, but anyone observant could tell he was alluding to Li Qiang. When there was conflict in one dormitory, other dormitories naturally followed the drama. Chang Hao sat next to Zhou Yuwen to eat, and Zhou casually asked, "So busy lately?" "Don’t even mention it, just went to get some vitamins for the class. You’re smart, starting off with a medical certificate," Chang Hao said. Zhou Yuwen remarked, "It’s not too late for you to get one now." Chang Hao twisted his mouth, choosing not to respond to that comment, and instead asked Zhou Yuwen about the poverty certificate registration announced in the group chat, if anyone had signed up yet. "Yeah, quite a few," Zhou Yuwen replied. "Who are they?" "Hey, Brother Hao, why do you want to know everything? Really trying to compete with me, Brother Zhou, for the class monitor position?" Li Qiang asked while eating a bun. Regarding the scholarship application, Zhou Yuwen had indeed done well. He directly posted the application form in the group chat, then said that those in need could contact him privately. Even now, Zhou Yuwen had not made the names of these students public. "Oh, I was just asking casually, Old Zhou. You haven’t participated in the training and don’t know the classmates well. I was thinking of giving you a reference," Chang Hao said with a grin. That was one thing Zhou Yuwen needn’t worry about, as he was familiar with the circumstances of nearly all his classmates and had even proactively approached several from disadvantaged backgrounds who were embarrassed to apply for the scholarship. And indeed, Zhou Yuwen truly wanted to help them. Provoked by Li Qiang, Chang Hao felt quite annoyed and thought for a moment: "Hey, by the way, the other day Lu Lin was asking me for your WeChat. What was that about?" Li Qiang was taken aback for a moment.