Chapter 29: Flying Bugs Club Chen Zhe was talking to Song Shiwei, but Deng Qian didn't pay any attention at all. Cheng Mengyi was a little curious, as she thought Song Shiwei never chatted with boys. After finishing visiting the library, the "four masters and apprentices" prepared to go to the teaching building to take a look. Walking in the teaching building of CUHK, several people can clearly feel the difference from high school campus. The rhythm and tone of the professors' lectures are no longer oppressive and forceful like those of high school teachers, as if it doesn't matter to you whether you listen or not; The students also looked much more relaxed, and some were seen looking down at their phones; If you want to go to the toilet, you don't even need to raise your hand, just go out the back door quietly... Chen Zhuo suddenly remembered a joke about the difference between high school and college. High School: Let’s stop chatting. I have to go to class. University: Let’s stop chatting. I’m about to finish class. In addition to these classrooms where classes are held, there are also some empty classrooms. Some of them had a few college students sitting in them, some of them were preparing for postgraduate entrance exams or civil service exams. The only thing they had in common was that they all bought an extra-large water cup.

Some of them were where clubs or student unions were having meetings, and on a large platform at the corner, a group of fashionably dressed boys and girls were practicing dancing. As Chen watched them pass by, he heard a joke and teasing from behind: "Don't look at them, the girls are still wearing high school uniforms, you are really beasts..." The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Chen Zhuo suddenly remembered the urge to kiss Yu Xian that day, and his face could not help but blush. It seems that Qingming Festival is coming in two days, and Yu Xian should go to visit her mother's grave. Just as I was about to go downstairs after touring this floor, I suddenly heard a fierce voice coming from a nearby classroom: "It's really boring. I don't want to be the leader anymore..." "Ye Xiaofeng wants to build the framework of a portal website, Meng Fang wants to learn 4399 and build a small gaming platform, Ding Guanghua wants to continue his studies, Lian Li wants to go abroad, Guo Yuan is unhappy, and more than half of the club's nine members are gone..." "All the honors we have won together may just be a pile of waste paper in your eyes..." "That's no problem. Now let's vote by raising our hands. Those who agree to disband the [Chong'erfei Club] raise your hands..." Chen stretched his head to take a look and found that the person speaking was a female college student in her early twenties. He had short hair and not much looks to speak of. His eyebrows were thick and slightly tough. He wore dark clothes and wide-leg pants. If he hadn't spoken, Chen would have thought he was a boy. On the podium table in front of her were several red award certificates and two trophies. It’s a bit far away and I can’t see clearly, it seems to be something like “First Prize in College Programming”… There were seven boys and one girl sitting below. Although the heights and appearances of the seven boys were different, they all seemed to be wearing the same plaid shirt. There are red plaid shirts, yellow plaid shirts, and purple plaid shirts, as if this is the only style in the world... If there weren't two repeated colors, the Calabash Brothers set could be complete. Obviously, this is a group of future programmers, who should come from the School of Mathematics and Computer Science. However, it seems that due to different interests or pursuits, the "Chong'erfei" club they formed is facing disbandment. Clubs are different from student unions. Clubs are simply groups of people who come together because of their interests and hobbies. There are no disciplines and the entry and exit system is relatively loose. The formation and disbanding of clubs are very common in universities. At this time, all eight people below slowly raised their hands.

When the short-haired girl saw this scene, she felt deeply sad and reluctant, but she still said firmly: "Okay, from now on, the Chong'erfei Club is officially disbanded!" Then, she asked Chen Zhuo, who had been standing at the back of the classroom, "Classmate, do you have something to say?" The seven gourd brothers and another girl turned their heads, glanced at Chen Zhe, and then focused their attention on Song Shiwei. Chen Zhuo was not stage-frightened, but said with regret: "It is not easy to form a circle based on interests and hobbies. If you break up easily, you will probably regret it later. Can't we sit down and discuss any problems..." Seeing this young man in high school uniform coming to comfort them, several college students in the classroom couldn't help laughing. The short-haired girl even asked, "You should be here to attend an appointment at a prestigious school, so your grades won't be bad. Classmate, are you thinking of applying to the School of Computer Science to become our junior?" Chen Zhuo knew that his personality was not suitable for scientific research, or he could say that he was more suitable for bringing together a group of people doing scientific research and striving for higher goals. “Maybe.” Chen Zhuo gave an ambiguous answer, and then took the initiative to say: "Senior sister, can we add each other's contact information? If there is anything I don't understand, I can ask you for help." In his future design plans, he will definitely enter the Internet market to compete. Stocks are just riding on the Olympic momentum, people buy in to make a quick buck and then run away. This kind of bubble thing cannot be used as a foundation for survival. However, entering the Internet market requires an entry point, capital and a team. Although Chen Zhe has none of these now, the "Chong'erfei" community looks like a good prototype of a technical team. Those from the School of Computer Science at CUHK at least have good IQ and business capabilities; The fact that they have won some awards shows that these people have worked together many times and know each other well. This is a mature team with a collaborative foundation. The most important thing is that they are college students. What are the characteristics of college students? They are very passionate, impulsive, and don't care about how much money they make. In simple terms, they are easily pua. This short-haired girl is also very appealing. Chen Zhu feels that even if the current "Chong'erfei" club is really disbanded, as long as he holds on to her, he can form another team. The short-haired girl was cheerful. When she heard Chen wanted to add her contact information, she nodded, took out her phone and said, "No problem. What's your number?" Chen was stunned for a moment: "I don't have a cell phone now." "Where's QQ?" The short-haired girl asked again. "QQ has it, number is 793..." Chen Zhuo suddenly remembered that he applied for QQ account after entering university, and now it is an empty number. "Excuse me, wait a moment~" Chen Zhuo first apologized to the girl with short hair, then glanced at Deng Qian. Queen Qian shook her head and said that she didn’t have QQ either. It's normal, it's just strange that you have talent. I am not very familiar with Cheng Mengyi from Class 10. Finally, Chen asked Song Shiwei: "Do you have QQ? Let the senior sister add you first, and then you can send me." Song Shiwei said nothing, just blinked and looked at Chen. "what happened?"

Chen was quite anxious. It looked like Song Shiwei should have QQ, so he asked her to help add him. Song Shiwei didn't know what Chen Zhuo was planning, but instead recalled a few words that Mou Jiawen had said two days ago: "I heard that Chen Zhe is also going to participate in the activities of the famous schools. Weiwei, you should be careful when you go." "The college entrance exam is coming up soon. He should take action during this time." "These cunning men always seize every opportunity." So, we're just going to wait here? An excuse to indirectly ask for my QQ number? Because in the eyes of others, Chen Zhuo's behavior was indeed a bit strange. He was eager to add the other party's contact information after just a few words. To give or not to give? "Forget it if you don't have any. We'll see each other again when you get admitted to CUHK." The short-haired girl waved her hand and said, "The club is disbanding. I don't have anything to talk about with them anymore. I might as well go back to the dormitory and sleep." She has a cheerful personality but lacks patience. She may be more suitable to be a project manager, but not suitable to be the head of the entire team. "All right……" Chen could only feel a little regretful. After the college entrance examination, school would start again in October, and then military training would begin. Half a year would pass and he didn't know what the situation would be like. It’s a pity that I came to participate in the event without bringing anything else except the pass around my neck. These computer science college students did not bring paper and pens. Of course, this is normal. College students do not bring pens to class, let alone meetings. If I leave my home phone to her, will this short-haired girl think I am being too arrogant? It was clearly you who took the initiative to ask for contact information, but you ended up leaving me a landline number? "Song Shiwei?" Chen Zhuo wanted to try one last time. ······ At 11: am, when the grade director Cao Jingjun returned to the drop-off point, six students were already waiting there. "Qi Zheng said he wanted to treat me to a meal, and he would also like to invite you to join us." Cao Jingjun had a very happy chat this morning and recalled many things that happened during his college days. So when his old classmates suggested that they have a quick lunch together in the cafeteria at noon, Cao Jingjun did not refuse, but he had to call these students first. On the way to the canteen of Songtao Garden of Zhongda University, Lao Cao patted Chen Zhuo on the shoulder and asked, "Did everything go well during the morning visit?" Chen thought for a moment and said, "Just barely... OK." ······ (There's another chapter at 8pm.) (End of this chapter)