I really don't want to be reborn.

"What's the point of a middle-aged woman not paying attention to her husband but always focusing on her son?"

 Chen Hansheng carried two gifts and muttered as he walked.

 After Liang Meijuan took out her things just now, she issued an eviction order without saying a word, and Chen Hansheng was eventually kicked out.

 He first came to the girls' dormitory of the Finance Academy and called Shen Youchu down: "My mother gave you the cotton boots."

 Shen Youchu subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Chen Hansheng bit his tongue and emphasized: "My mother gave it to you, my mother, not me!"

 "Thank you, thank you auntie."

 Shen Youchu took the cotton boots at a loss.

 "Thank you, thank me, because I got it back."

 Chen Hansheng said shamelessly.

 "Oh, thank you."

 Shen Youchu said obediently.

 Chen Hansheng sighed: "What a fool."

 Xiao Rongyu acted much more naturally when she received the gift. She put the pearl hairpin on her head and asked with a bright smile: "Does it look good?"

 Chen Hansheng took a look, curled his lips and said, "It doesn't look good. It's just like Brother Monkey's tightening curse. How can the little old lady's taste be any better?"

 "She is obviously very beautiful, but Aunt Liang still knows that she loves me, but you haven't even bought me a gift."

 "Please take off your down jacket immediately, I will donate it to Project Hope."

 She was wearing that light pink down jacket, and Chen Hansheng was about to take off her clothes as he spoke.

 Xiao Rongyu struggled to stand up, blushed and spat: "Rogue."

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 Chen Zhaojun and Liang Meijuan went to the Presidential Palace and Wuyi Lane on the third day, and prepared to return to Hong Kong City on the fourth day.

 Chen Hansheng was afraid of trouble, so he simply went to the bus station to see them off alone.

 Perhaps because the separation was imminent, the relationship between mother and son, which had been cold for two days, was inexplicably restored.

 Along the way, Liang Meijuan kept nagging that Chen Hansheng should take more care of himself. Starting a business is just a part-time job, and his focus is still on study. It would be better if he could get a graduate degree. The two girls could only remain classmates...

 Chen Hansheng didn't agree, but he didn't deny it either. He kept nodding "Yeah, yeah, yeah".

 After finally waiting for them to enter the station, Chen Hansheng finally let out a sigh of relief, but Liang Meijuan was very reluctant to leave.

 "Old Chen, why don't we buy a house in Gangneung University Town? The suburbs aren't too expensive. We can just take out a loan or sell the old house."

 Chen Zhaojun looked at Liang Meijuan's expression and realized that she was not joking, so he seriously advised: "Let's forget it. Han Sheng finally went to college and has some free space. Let's not pester him."

 Liang Meijuan was unconvinced: "They all say that raising a son will protect you from old age. I am just a son. If I don't follow him in the future, will I go to a nursing home?"

 "Follow, follow, but don't be so tired."

 The two of them are like all middle-aged couples. Their children grow up and start to have their own thoughts and lives, but they are gradually getting older.

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 After Chen Hansheng returned to school, students from the 101 Entrepreneurship Base had already come for part-time interviews, which showed that the flyers of "Duan Yu", "Mu Nianci" and "Miao Renfeng" had already had an effect.

 Chen Hansheng was the interviewer. He did not have high requirements for part-time students and approved them after a brief inquiry.

 This is just like people who sell insurance know how to buy insurance themselves. Students who work part-time at Shenzhen Tong Express are also customers.

 These students who plan to work part-time include freshmen and sophomores.

 Most of the freshmen watch the excitement, while the sophomores are more proactive and will ask questions.

 However, after hearing that this entrepreneurial base was started by freshmen, some sophomores were a little embarrassed because they had to work for their junior students.

 Some people even keep saying weird things.

 "The part-time job advertisement said that I might be equipped with a PHS in the future. Is that true?"

 "You freshmen are quite creative. You actually got an entrepreneurial project supported by the school."

 "I've been waiting for so long and no one in charge came to say hello."

 Shen Youchu took out a notebook with a red face, lowered his head and said, "Hello, please register your personal information in it."

 "What are you talking about? Can you speak louder?"

 The sophomore male student said unscrupulously.

 Chen Hansheng took a look, put down the other students who were being interviewed, walked over and said, "Hello, senior, I am the person in charge of Entrepreneurship Base 101. Let's ask a few simple questions and register my identity information."

 When the sophomore boys heard Chen Hansheng reveal his identity, he looked up sideways and said to his classmates: "This freshmen class is pretty awesome. They actually started a business quietly, and they have to review us sophomores."

 The students waiting for the interview over there were still queuing up. The sophomore boy never got to the point. Chen Hansheng finally said impatiently: "Do you want an interview? If you want an interview, just chat for a few words. If you don't want an interview, leave."

 "Hey, the freshmen have quite a temper. Tell me which department you are from. Maybe your counselor and I are familiar with each other."

 The sophomore boy said carelessly.

 Chen Hansheng threw the pen away, and the fierce light in the corner of his eyes danced: "Are you here to cause trouble?"

 "Why the hell are you scolding people? You don't know anything about respect..."

 "Pa"

 After a loud and clear blow, the originally noisy 101 suddenly became quiet. The sophomore boy covered his face in disbelief. Who would have thought that the freshman in front of him would take action without any warning.

 "Your mother really thinks of herself as an onion. The freshman party is over, and there are no new students in the School of Finance."

 Chen Hansheng rubbed his wrists, then sat back in his original position without looking at the sophomore boy.

 "Zhao Xiao, right? I was sorry just now. Let's continue now."

 The freshman boy named Zhao Xiao nodded blankly, glanced at the slapped senior again, and immediately corrected his attitude.

 The sophomore boy also reacted at this time. In front of everyone, he was filled with grief and anger. He yelled: "You dare to beat me, do you believe it or not? I will ask people to destroy your store."

 "Then go quickly, we are waiting for you here."

 This sentence was not said by Chen Hansheng, but Zhu Chenglong shouted it from behind.

 He had just come back from playing games with a few Internet-addicted teenagers. He simply sat in the activity center of his class and boasted, but he did not expect to encounter such a thing.

 Zhu Chenglong dared to contradict the instructor and even went to Zhou Xiao's dormitory to fight. He must be very courageous. If Chen Hansheng didn't take action just now, he might do it too.

 Guo Shaoqiang was also present. He said with a smile: "Senior, you have to find more people, because there are 27 people like us."

 There are 27 boys in the second class of public administration. Under Chen Hansheng's deliberate efforts, the cohesion and collective sense of honor far exceed that of other classes.

 Seeing that something was wrong, this sophomore boy who was the mentor did not dare to say harsh words, and pulled his classmates away in despair.

 As part-time job flyers continued to be posted, more and more students from the School of Finance came for interviews.

 After they entered 101, they were surprised to see the well-organized interview queue, and at the same time they began to queue up consciously.