By the third week of military training, most people had gotten used to the routine. Despite the fatigue, they experienced a different lifestyle. Every morning at seven o'clock, as the assembly bugle sounded, countless students hurriedly got out of bed, dressed, and made their beds. They then stood under the sun for half a day.
At noon, they would all rush to the cafeteria, devouring stead buns and pork stew with vermicelli. It's strange how these common foods, often ignored at ho, tasted especially delicious during these days of military training. The fragrant stead buns, with a single bite, filled the mouth with the taste of wheat, making one reluctant to chew and swallow directly.
Perhaps it's true that food tastes better when eaten with many people. The cafeteria next to the sports field, designated for military training students, was always crowded at noon. If you arrived two minutes late, you might not even find a trace of oil, having to gnaw on dry buns.
In these three weeks, Zhou Yuwen hadn’t really participated in the training much. Most of the ti, he ran back to the dormitory to write web novels or helped classmates apply for campus cards at the business hall. By now, it was late September, and schools in Xianlin University City had mostly started. Initially, Zhou Yuwen estimated that about 800 to 900 students would apply for campus cards through him, with 1000 being an optimistic guess. However, to his surprise, the final number surpassed 1200.
Of course, Liu Shuo contributed greatly to this. After the incident at Jinken College, Liu Shuo had made a na for himself. Zhou Yuwen, naturally, remained low-key, but Liu Shuo, who disliked studying since childhood, began to slack off even more in college. After that night, everyone started calling him Brother Shuo. Liu Shuo really considered himself important, making friends and earning little brothers at his school. Hearing the rumors, others approached him, and Liu Shuo took campus card applications as his own business, recruiting agents not only in his school but also in others.
In no ti, Zhou Yuwen's secondary agents spread throughout the university city. Honestly, 1200 card applications were insignificant for the entire university city, given their late start. If the current trend continued, Zhou Yuwen estimated he could easily earn 200,000 to 300,000 yuan lying down next year when freshn applied for cards. This year, Zhou Yuwen earned a total of 60,000 yuan, with a monthly share of 50,000 yuan thereafter.
For Zhou Yuwen, this was already a decent inco. Combined with his web novel earnings, he estimated he could have 160,000 yuan by October, just enough for a down paynt on a small Audi.
At noon, Zhou Yuwen went to the cafeteria to eat. Other classmates, having just finished training, were devouring their food. Li Qiang had tanned considerably since the start of the school year. Zhou Yuwen, not having participated in the training, wasn’t very hungry and ate just a little, then asked curiously, "Where's Chang Hao?"
"Who knows? He’s the class representative now, probably buttering up to the instructor," Li Qiang replied, smirking.
Others at the table chuckled.
Actually, Chang Hao was a decent class representative, though a bit pretentious. During a queue training session, Li Qiang and Chang Hao were joking around, trying to slack off when the instructor wasn't around. As dorm mates, Chang Hao didn’t need to be so strict, but he sternly told them to stop ssing around. Li Qiang joked, "No need to be so serious, Brother Hao?"
Chang Hao remained stern. When the instructor returned and asked who hadn't t the training standards, Chang Hao reported a few nas, including Li Qiang's.
Li Qiang was stunned. That night, Li Qiang and a few others were held back for extra training. Though Chang Hao later explained that as the class representative, he needed to lead by example, Li Qiang couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful.
During subsequent training, seeing Chang Hao respectfully interacting with the instructor, even smoking and chatting under a tree, Li Qiang sneered internally. "He always claid to despise being a lackey, but isn't he the most eager one now?"
As they ate and chatted, Chang Hao walked in with a blank expression. Li Qiang fell silent, focusing on his food. Chang Hao, having overheard part of Li Qiang's complaints, spoke to the table of twelve, "Just eat your food and stop talking so much."
Though directed at everyone, it was clear to Li Qiang. Dorm conflicts often amused others in neighboring dorms. Chang Hao sat next to Zhou Yuwen, who casually asked, "Busy these days?"
"Don't ntion it. I was just helping the class get vitamins. You were smart to get a dical exemption from the start," Chang Hao replied.
"You can still get one now," Zhou Yuwen said.
Chang Hao didn’t respond, instead asking Zhou Yuwen about the counselor’s recent request for financial aid applications. "Has anyone applied?"
"Yes, quite a few," Zhou Yuwen answered.
"Who?" Chang Hao asked.
"Brother Hao, why do you want to know everything? Planning to take over as class representative from Brother Zhou?" Li Qiang joked, munching on a bun.
Zhou Yuwen handled the financial aid applications well. He posted the application forms in the group chat, asking those in need to contact him privately. To date, he hadn’t disclosed the applicants’ nas.
"Just curious. Zhou Yuwen doesn’t participate in training, so he might not know the classmates well. I thought I'd give so advice," Chang Hao said, grinning.
"No need to worry. Zhou Yuwen knows everyone well enough," Zhou Yuwen replied. Unlike his previous life, this ti he proactively helped classmates struggling financially to apply for aid.
Feeling annoyed by Li Qiang’s earlier comnt, Chang Hao changed the subject, "By the way, Lu Lin asked for your WeChat the other day. What’s that about?"
Li Qiang was taken aback.
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