I really don't want to be reborn.

Chen Hansheng was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Are you here to pick me up?"

Shang Yanyan was wearing a long windbreaker, which was nice but thin. She had a layer of black stockings wrapped around her legs. She was shivering in the cold on a winter night.

Chen Hansheng looked at her, waved his hand and said, "Get in the car."

"Okay, thank you, squad leader dad."

Shang Yanyan crouched down and sat in the passenger seat. She smiled at Chen Hansheng when she closed the door.

She was quite happy. She didn't expect to meet Chen Hansheng while waiting for the bus. This way, she didn't have to squeeze into the bus, and she had the opportunity to chat alone in such a narrow environment.

Chen Hansheng's eyes twitched, thinking that it was a good thing that he didn't agree to let Xiaoyuer sit alone in the passenger seat, otherwise he would have another quarrel if he found another hair.

He finished smoking outside, and when he got in the car, his nose was full of the smell of cosmetics.

This is Shang Yanyan's personal characteristics. She likes heavy makeup, is more mature than ordinary college students, and speaks in a sexy and feminine way.

"After 25, she will be a socialite again."

Chen Hansheng glanced at Shang Yanyan. In terms of appearance, Shang Yanyan is more beautiful than Zhang Mingrong.

Chen Hansheng was thinking about things all the way. Shang Yanyan was waiting for Chen Hansheng to speak, but later felt that it was not reliable, so she said something for no reason: "I want to apply for the campus radio station in a few days. I have to keep some thoughts in my mind during the four years of college."

"This is a good thing."

Chen Hansheng nodded and said that Shang Yanyan's Mandarin is good, and her voice is a little bit deep. I don't know how many boys will dream of it late at night.

"I know the student union cadres at the radio station. I will say hello to them for you."

The radio station is a subordinate organization of the Youth League Committee, and Chen Hansheng is now one of them.

Shang Yanyan giggled: "Thank you, you are considered a successful person in school, you have connections, property, mobile phone, and car."

"And a beautiful sister."

Shang Yanyan leaned her head over and whispered.

Chen Hansheng slightly turned away because Shang Yanyan's breath sprayed on his face when she spoke.

"Connections are useless after leaving school. The house is not my own, the car is borrowed, and the mobile phone can only be considered issued by my superiors strictly speaking. Only the beautiful sister is my own."

Noticing Chen Hansheng's avoidance, Shang Yanyan sighed faintly: "I thought that after a year, you would be willing to look at me."

"When I feel depressed one day, I will fall in love with you."

Chen Hansheng said with a smile.

In fact, it is quite easy to be with Shang Yanyan. Chen Hansheng can talk without too much scruples.

Sure enough, Shang Yanyan was not angry. Instead, she said seriously, "Let me guess. When you don't want to live, maybe you accidentally have a child with a woman, but you don't like that woman."

Chen Hansheng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Shang Yanyan to put forward this perspective.

"If there is such a day, then come to me."

"Why do you want to?" Chen Hansheng was a little surprised.

"I will help you take care of this child."

Shang Yanyan looked at the night outside the window: "I don't want to fall in love in the future, I don't want to get married, and I don't want to work after graduation. I just want to open a coffee shop or a flower shop. I don't want a man because none of them are good. I don't want to have children because I'm afraid of pain."

Shang Yanyan's thoughts are very avant-garde. This is the idea of ​​many girls more than ten years later, but that is caused by the times. Shang Yanyan's is caused by complicated experiences.

"Okay, I will find you if there is such a day."

Chen Hansheng just took it as a joke.

"It's better to be a girl. I like girls."

Shang Yanyan actually looked expectant.

After returning to school, Shang Yanyan thanked him and got off the car. Chen Hansheng also returned to the dormitory. He did not take the conversation to heart.

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After March, the whole country began to be under martial law, and various rumors were reported in the news.

Fortunately, in this respiratory disease, the two places in eastern Guangdong and the capital were the most serious. Many universities have begun to close their campuses, but there are no suspected cases in Sudong Province, which is located in the land of fish and rice in the central part of China. The suburbs of Jiangling are safer.

However, preventive measures have not been missed. Various banners with the words "wash hands frequently and ventilate frequently" appeared in the Finance College. Once a student has a headache and fever, he will be sent for timely examination immediately.

The news said that white vinegar disinfection is very effective. Hu Linyu came here specifically to suggest using class funds to buy and distribute it to each dormitory.

Although Chen Hansheng knew that nothing would happen, he did not stand out, and other classes were also doing this. So at this moment, the whole Finance College was filled with the sour smell of white vinegar after boiling.

"In the spring of 2003, there was no fragrance of flowers, no chirping of birds, and everyone was jealous."

In the 101 Entrepreneurship Base, Chen Hansheng stared helplessly at the small induction cooker in the middle. On it was a porcelain bowl of white vinegar, which was "bubbling" with white bubbles, and the whole room was filled with the "fragrance" of white vinegar.

All the part-time college students who came and went to work wore masks, and everyone only left one eye exposed.

Chen Hansheng suddenly found that some people looked good with only their eyes exposed.

But beautiful people are always beautiful, such as Shen Youchu.

"Drink, drink Isatis root."

Shen Youchu brought the prepared Isatis root granules over.

Chen Hansheng looked up and saw that Shen Youchu also showed only a pair of eyes, pure and clear, but the slightly upturned peach blossom eyes drew a special charm.

If the 19-year-old Shen Youchu held her head high, then many girls in the School of Finance would have to bow their heads.

"It smells too bad. I don't want to drink it."

Chen Hansheng waved his hand and continued to look at the financial report. Although the express delivery business was also affected, Chen Hansheng now has two businesses. The income from the electronic equipment factory is much more than that from the school express delivery.

Shen Youchu stood by for a while with the bowl in his hand. Seeing that Chen Hansheng ignored him, he sat back in front of the computer silently.

After a while, when the isatis root was cold, Shen Youchu put it on the induction cooker to heat it up for a while, brought it over again, and whispered: "Drink, drink isatis root."

Chen Hansheng had no choice: "If I don't drink it, will you ask me again after a while?"

Shen Youchu didn't say anything, but his attitude was probably like this.

"Okay, okay, you win, I drink it."

Chen Hansheng picked up the bowl and drank it. Fortunately, isatis root is a traditional Chinese medicine material, and there are no side effects if you drink it a little.

After Shen Youchu watched Chen Hansheng finish drinking, she washed the bowl and put it in her small cloth bag.

This kind of scene has been happening every day recently. Shen Youchu probably knew that Chen Hansheng was too lazy to drink Isatis root, so she brought a bowl and a pack of instant powder to remind him on time every day.

"Shen Youchu still has her own persistence in facing these major issues."

Chen Hansheng thought to himself: "She used to be so obedient in small matters, and she didn't seem to mind it, so she listened to me in everything."

Thinking like this seemed to make him look a little narrow-minded, and Chen Hansheng couldn't help blushing.

He glanced at Shen Youchu, who was still weak and soft, speaking in a low voice, sometimes blushing and stuttering, and stamping his feet gently when he was unhappy...