I Really Didn’t Want to Become a Scumbag

After Zhou Yuwen and Liu Na separated, they entered the gymnasium.

The gymnasium was crowded with freshmen, and there was a row of small desks on the east side of the basketball court. There was a small sign in front of each desk, which said School of Landscape Engineering, School of Humanities, School of Economics and Management.

Zhou Yuwen found his class registration point and went to sign up.

There were still two registered students standing in front of the registration point, and Zhou Yuwen was waiting there.

The first two were girls. They met each other when they were in line, and then chatted with each other, peeking at Zhou Yuwen from time to time.

Zhou Yuwen just lowered his head and played with his mobile phone over there. Finally, a girl couldn't hold back and asked Zhou Yuwen, Are you also from the second class of garden engineering?

Ah? Yes. Zhou Yuwen nodded.

It was the first time for a girl to strike up a conversation with a strange man, and she was still a little embarrassed, and her face was a little red. The main reason was that Zhou Yuwen didn't look like a freshman at all, and looked generous.

The girl introduced herself as Liu Yue, and asked Zhou Yuwen if she came to report alone?

En. Zhou Yuwen continued to nod.

Wow, you are amazing. Liu Yue said.

fine.

Zhou Yuwen was obviously not interested in chatting, so he just chatted briefly, and then quickly registered with the girl.

There were a few questions that Liu Yue didn't understand. The counselor spent a long time talking about it, but Liu Yue didn't know what to fill in. Just fill in the place of birth in your household registration book.

Really? Liu Yue asked the counselor uncertainly.

The counselor finally breathed a sigh of relief: Yes, yes!

Then Liu Yue filled out the registration form and gave Zhou Yuwen a grateful look.

Zhou Yuwen ignored her and started to fill in his registration information.

The counselor is a slightly fat man, about twenty-four years old, fair and clean, wearing black-rimmed glasses, he seems to have just graduated, and he has no social experience. .

Now seeing Zhou Yuwen's clean and neat appearance, tall and well-dressed, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and took the initiative to chat with Zhou Yuwen, asking where Zhou Yuwen came from.

Zhou Yuwen talked about his hometown.

Oh, I thought you were from the local area, and you came alone? the handsome counselor asked.

Zhou Yuwen hummed and asked him, Is this your first time as a counselor?

Huh? Handsome was taken aback.

Zhou Yuwen filled out the information and said, There's no need to explain it so clearly to the student, just tell him what to fill in and what not to fill in.

After finishing speaking, Zhou Yuwen handed his registration form to Yingjun, and Yingjun took it with a dazed expression, oh oh, he always felt a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Zhou Yuwen finished filling out the list, said hello, and left. Handsome looked at the list on the registration form, Zhou Yuwen?

this student...

Zhou Yuwen gave Yingjun a weird feeling, but I can't say what's weird, I can only say that he is different from other students.

Zhou Yuwen was assigned to an old dormitory building. The school used to be a vocational and technical college. Later, the university town was rebuilt, and the whole school was demolished and rebuilt.

However, a guest house in the corner is quite old. I thought it could be kept, so I kept it and turned it into a student dormitory. The facade is a bit like Jiangnan architecture, and the inside is warm in winter and cool in summer. The only downside is that this kind of old dormitory Upstairs, there are a lot of mosquitoes in summer.

Zhou Yuwen found his dormitory along the map, and checked the school situation by the way.

The land occupation is smaller than that of other schools, but for the agricultural-oriented schools, the landscape in the college can be done well, and the surrounding trees are lush.

Behind the boys' dormitory is a tall metasequoia forest.

In front is an open main road with two-ball sycamores planted on both sides.

After all, the boys' dormitory used to be a guest house, so the surrounding environment needless to say.

Zhou Yuwen entered the dormitory building like some freshmen with his bag on his back, registered with the dormitory manager, and paid a deposit of 20 yuan for the key.

The supervisor said: This key must be kept safe, and the deposit can be refunded when you graduate.

Some students joked, twenty yuan, who will wait for four years?

After finishing all the formalities, Zhou Yuwen went up to the second floor with the key in his pocket, and found his dormitory.

As soon as he entered the door, three pairs of straight eyes looked at him.

Good guy, Zhou Yuwen was the last one to arrive.

There are four people in a dormitory, with bed and table configurations, and a dark and tall boy is making the beds over there.

Another thinner, white boy was playing with his mobile phone on the seat.

There is also a boy with a foreign style, leaning against the window, holding a cigarette in one hand, and holding a mobile phone in the other hand. A second ago, he was complaining with his mobile phone over there, the garbage school, the dormitory has a lot of mosquitoes and thieves, how can he be with him? home than.

This was Zhou Yuwen's first impression of the dormitory. It was probably the first day they came here, and they were not familiar with each other, so after meeting each other, they each went about their own affairs, and waited for Zhou Yuwen to come in.

The boy smoking by the window hung up the phone and greeted him enthusiastically, and the other two roommates also stood up belatedly to greet him.

The boy who smokes is called Wang Zijie, he is from the capital, and he wears a famous brand. No wonder he says this place is rubbish.

When he came up, he gave Zhou Yuwen a cigarette, and asked in Mandarin with a northern accent, Where is brother from?

Xu Huai. Zhou Yuwen took the cigarette and glanced at it. He was from the Xuanhe family and knew a little about Wang Zijie's basic situation.

Besides Wang Zijie, the other two also came to say hello. One was a big dark man with a grinning grin. He was from the Northeast and spoke with a strong hometown accent. His name was Liu Zhu.

The other boy was thin, not talkative, wearing a pink T-shirt, and his skin was unhealthy white. He forced a smile and introduced his name, Lu Cancan.

Hearing the name, Liu Zhu grinned: Why are you like a bitch?

Wang Zijie covered his mouth and laughed when he heard this, and Lu Cancan could only force a smile after hearing this.

Zhou Yuwen introduced himself, and the four of them officially met.

The next thing was to chat casually. Liu Zhu asked the four people's ages, and then they lined up the first, second, and third. Zhou Yuwen neither agreed nor objected.

To be honest, let him play dormitory love again as a thirty-year-old man, he really can't play it. In my impression, the dormitory in the previous life didn't say that he was ranked first and second.

Maybe this has something to do with Zhou Yuwen's upbringing environment. Children who grow up with a single parent find it difficult to trust others, no matter in the previous life or in this life.

What Zhou Yuwen is thinking now is that when the manuscript fee for this month comes down, he will have about 150,000 to 16,000 in his hand, and see if he can take out a loan to buy a house first.

If he can buy it, Zhou Yuwen is ready to move out.