Who Would Fall in Love After Being Reborn?

Chapter 150: My Little Hands are Cold

After returning from Wanzhong Mall, Jiang Qin stayed in Room 208 and did not leave.

The content teams pre-launch activities had already begun, and many registered users were aware of the upcoming group-buying product. Guided discussions and opinions were emerging in droves.

Concerns were raised about delivery issues, product quality, and the extent of discounts.

Jiang Qins policy was to not respond too much for the time being, waiting for the product launch when the content team would address these issues in an overly flattering manner.

Boss, the schools administrative office has delivered goods, the truck is loaded with brand new computers and heaters!

Hurry, hurry, receive the goods, with both hands!

Following Wen Jinruis voice, Jiang Qin saw a group of workers carrying computers, water dispensers, and heaters into the Entrepreneurship Center.

On Friday, the temperature dropped suddenly due to a cold wave.

In the morning, when Jiang Qin went to wash up, he found that the water left in the mop bucket had frozen.

Standing outside and exhaling, a white mist formed.

The Entrepreneurship Center was located in a remote area, so the heating was not as strong as in the teaching buildings. Therefore, the three heaters supported by the school were very useful, compensating for the lack of heat from the central heating system.

Cao Xinyue, using the excuse of making a PowerPoint presentation, moved in with Hong Yan and Tang Lin, essentially to enjoy the warmth of the heaters.

Soon, Professor Yan also came over, wrapped in a blanket, and decided to stay.

The heating pipes were arranged in an N shape, with hot water pumped to the roof and then flowing down to the lower floors by gravity. So, when the entire building was cold, the first floors water outlet was usually the coldest.

Professor Yan, being elderly and sensitive to cold, had a quirky personality and did not want to take advantage of the schools resources.

Thus, the 2008 version of sponging for warmth came into being.

Originally, there were sixteen employees in 208, plus four from the main office, making a total of twenty people.

A crowd does not always mean liveliness, but it was indeed warmer.

The old professor sat opposite Jiang Qin, brewed a pot of tea, squinted his eyes, put on his reading glasses, and began to leisurely read the newspaper.

The others were busy typing on their computers, silent for a long time. The atmosphere was quiet, but anyone could feel a clear sense of urgency.

Perhaps it was the warmth of their breath, the heat from the heaters, or the steam from Professor Yans teapot, but the windows of 208 were fogged up.

Boss, someone from Wanzhong Mall called, hoping to change the delivery time from 8 pm that day to 8 am the next morning.

Jiang Qin looked up expressionlessly: Who made the call? How dare they disrespect the first Star of Learning from Linchuan University?

It was a manager from the freight department, surnamed Zhang. They said they were too busy during the holiday period and couldnt manage.

Dong Wenhao, why argue with them? If theres a problem, why not report it to a higher-up instead of calling a partner? Our cooperation is business to business. He Yi-Jun appointed Yue Zhu as the liaison. Unless Yue Zhu requests it, we will not entertain any other demands.

What if Manager Yue agrees to change the time? Do we really have to reschedule?

Jiang Qin waved his hand: Definitely, Yue Zhu did not agree. They must be trying to negotiate with us behind the scenes. Tell them we can change the time, but I will immediately go to report to Manager Yue. They should back off then.

Dong Wenhao, somewhat skeptical, followed Jiang Qins instructions and made a call back, saying he would report to Manager Yue. Immediately, Manager Zhang backpedaled, saying Manager Yue was busy and it was better not to bother him. They decided to stick to the original delivery time and manage it on their end.

Boss, theyre not changing the time now, Dong Wenhao said, stunned.

In the future, there will be many such incidents. Its easy to see the king of hell but hard to deal with his minions. As decisions are implemented at each level, everyone will have their own ideas. Dont give face to just anyone. Otherwise, its easy to be taken advantage of.

As he finished speaking, Professor Yan couldnt help but glance at Jiang Qin, his curiosity deepening.

He couldnt understand how Jiang Qin, with his sharp insight that could see through surface appearances to the core, had honed such a skill.

He was only eighteen years old and couldnt possibly have struggled in the world of human relationships. It was truly baffling.

Which courses are you taught at the School of Finance? Professor Yan suddenly asked.

Jiang Qin lifted his head: I dont know.

?????

What are courses? Jiang Qin asked, looking puzzled.

Professor Yan pursed his lips, took a sip of his tea, and fell silent.

Meanwhile, Tang Lin was secretly observing Jiang Qin, comparing him with Xue Gang. She suddenly realized that Xue Gangs brilliant image as the Student Union President seemed a bit dim in comparison.

Jiang Qin truly possessed a unique charisma, seemingly operating on a different level than the college boys she knew.

At first, Tang Lin thought Jiang Qin was just somewhat handsome.

But now, she felt as if he was radiating light, and she began to understand why he was a target of competition among the school beauties.

Such a guy might not appear glamorous at first glance, but upon closer interaction, one would discover he knew many things unknown to them, his mind filled with a wealth of knowledge.

Everyone, keep up the good work. I have other things to take care of, Jiang Qin announced.

Boss, need any help?

No need, I am the boss. Leading the charge is my responsibility. Leave the toughest tasks to me!

Jiang Qins gaze grew more profound, and then he resolutely left room 208 to pick up Feng Nanshu from the girls dormitory.

The class reunion of Finance Class 4 was tonight, as was the final debate competition of Linchuan University.

Upon arriving downstairs, the girls of room 503 came down, all dressed up elegantly, even the usually reclusive Wang Haini had changed into a ladylike khaki trench coat.

Feng Nanshu was the most beautiful, still radiating a compelling goddess-like aura. As she descended the stairs, she appeared aloof, but her eyes sparkled upon seeing Jiang Qin at the bottom.

Jiang Qin.

Feng Nanshu called out his name in a soft and sweet tone.

Arent you cold wearing that? Jiang Qin asked, pinching her coat to check its thickness.

The wealthy girl shook her head, pulling at the sweater inside: Not cold, the sweater is thick.

Jiang Qin, are you really not coming to the party with us?

Gao Wenhui also came out from the doorway.

Tonight, I have other plans. Just go and have fun. Feng Nanshu is with me.

Hearing this, Feng Nanshu couldnt help but look up, her clear eyes sparkling with a hint of joy.

Gao Wenhui felt a bit regretful, not because Jiang Qin wasnt attending, as after all, it was a Class 4 gathering and unrelated to Class 3. But everyone knew that wherever Jiang Qin didnt go, Feng Nanshu wouldnt either.

She remembered a saying, A married daughter is like water thrown out.

Feng Nanshu now seemed just like that, devotedly following her partner.

Then, the two groups split ways, one heading to the school gate to hail a taxi, and the other crossing the overpass towards the central auditorium in the eastern campus.

The chill of the evening was intense. Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu walked slowly on the overpass, their breath turning visibly colder in the fading light.

Jiang Qin, Im cold.

Feng Nanshus footsteps echoed on the overpass, her fluffy sheepskin boots making a tapping sound.

Didnt you just say you werent cold?

Feng Nanshu extended her hand expressionlessly from her sleeve: My little hands are icy cold, try them if you dont believe me.

Ah, who wouldve thought Id be such a warm-hearted person since childhood.

Jiang Qin spoke earnestly and took her delicate, soft hand into his own pocket.

My other hand is also ice-cold, Feng Nanshu said softly.

The other one?

Put it in my pocket too?

Wouldnt that be like an embrace?

Lets warm up this one first, and then Ill switch sides later, Jiang Qin said, undeterred.

Oh.

Feng Nanshu hummed expressionlessly, appearing even colder than the early winter night.

The evening of winter is fleeting. As they reached the middle of the overpass, the lights suddenly turned on. The cold light cast their elongated shadows on the ground, and the mist from their breath became more visible.

A campus photographer standing on the overpass was startled upon seeing their silhouettes and quickly snapped a photo.

After a while, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu arrived at the central auditorium. The entrance was brightly lit, with participants and spectators of the debate competition entering in an orderly manner.

Zhuang Siyu was organizing students at the entrance. Spotting Jiang Qin, she walked over.

Junior, your seat is arranged. Its in the second row, numbers 2012 and 2013.

Has the debate topic changed?

Youll see once you go in.

Jiang Qin, holding Feng Nanshus hand, walked into the auditorium. From a higher vantage point, they could see two banners hanging above the stage.

One was the forums sponsorship banner, and the other displayed the debate topic.

Affirmative: Even if the outcome is bad, one should enjoy the process

Negative: If the outcome is bad, theres no need to start at all

Jiang Qin took a deep breath and led Feng Nanshu towards their seats. Before they arrived, he saw Zhang Baiqing. Besides Zhang Baiqing, there was another familiar but not too close face, Yao Yanling, the president of the Literature Club.

Yao Yanling was taken aback to see Jiang Qin there, her expression shifting slightly, betraying some discomfort.

She had once harshly criticized Shi Miaomiao, deeming her writings worthless trash. Yet now, Shi Miaomiao had become the most popular writer on the forum.

Previously, because Jiang Qin had accepted Shi Miaomiaos submissions, she had forced her society members to break off their collaboration with Zhihu. However, Jiang Qin had made it to the Linchuan Youth Daily and even became a sponsor of the debate competition.

In just three short months, everything had changed rapidly, leaving the domineering senior sister somewhat embarrassed.

As she watched Jiang Qin approaching, she expected him to greet her, perhaps call her senior. Yet, she was unsure how to respond.

The next second, Jiang Qin indeed spoke.

Principal Zhang, its great to see you again. Im overwhelmed with emotion.

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