Chapter 75 Flirment

"This new classmate, which department are you from?"

Before Ye Tian reached the registration point in the row of the playground, he was stopped by an enthusiastic old student. Huaqing has a long tradition of welcoming new students. The juniors must help the new students on the day of admission. This generation has been passed down for many years.

"I'm from the Department of Architecture..."

Ye Tian looked up at the registration points in that row. Several departments and colleges are here to welcome the freshmen. When the freshmen report here, an old student will take them to the department to go through the admission procedures, get the dormitory keys, etc.

After hearing Ye Tian's words, the old student in front of him, who seemed to be a student cadre, immediately turned around and shouted, "Zheng Shuliang, your architecture department..."

"Oh, business is coming, Chairman Wang, thank you..."

With the shout, a big boy in his early twenties ran out from behind a row of tables and muttered, "It's only five people this morning. There are 40 or fifty people in the Department of Environmental Engineering, but there are more than a dozen in the Department of Journalism..."

Ye Tian's ears, after hearing the words called Zheng Shuliang, smiled and didn't say anything. He followed him to the table and made a simple registration.

In fact, Huaqing University is famous for science and engineering. People who want to study liberal arts or architecture generally apply for Peking University or Tongji. Therefore, there is also a saying that Huaqing in the north and Tongji in the south.

For various reasons, Ye Dongping did not graduate from Huaqing. Ye Tian applied for Huaqing. He only took into account his father's ideas and wanted to realize a dream for his father.

However, when he chose his major, Ye Tian also scratched his head for a long time. He wanted to study Zhou Yi, but several colleges and universities across the country did not have this course, and of course Huaqing University would not have it.

As for the popular majors such as computer and information engineering suggested by his father, Ye Tian didn't consider it at all. He didn't want to engage in jobs that he was not interested in in the future.

Finally, after thinking about it again and again, Ye Tian chose to major in architectural design. Regardless of how to say, China's ancient and modern architecture is more or less inseparable from the feng shui factor, which is also related to the knowledge Ye Tian has learned for more than ten years.

"Ye Tian, right? My name is Zheng Shuliang. I'm a student of Jian 31. I'm going to take you to go through the admission procedures and dormitory arrangements. If you have any questions, just ask me..."

The old student arranged by Chairman Wang for Ye Tian was very cheerful. Although he was not greeted by a beautiful woman, he was also enthusiastic enough. He reached out and took the backpack on Ye Tian's shoulder.

"Okay, thank you, senior Zheng..."

Ye Tian saw that there were old students helping the freshmen get things next to him, and he did not refuse. He followed Zheng Shuliang and was ready to go to his department. However, as soon as he took two steps, Ye Tian stopped.

"Ye Tian, what's wrong? Let's finish the formalities quickly. You can take the meal card for dinner..."

Zheng Shuliang, who had walked out more than ten meters, turned around and saw that someone had been lost. He quickly ran back to pull Ye Tian, but his height of more than 1.7 meters obviously could not pull Ye Tian, who was more than 1.8 meters.

"Huh, are you watching the school beauty?"

Looking along Ye Tian's eyes, Zheng Shuliang couldn't help showing a bad smile on his face. He stabbed Ye Tian with his arm and said, "Don't count on this. She is a beautiful woman that we can count, and she is one year younger than you. You have to call your senior..."

"Department of Journalism?" Ye Tian turned his head and asked.

"Yes, Huaqing has the most beautiful women in the journalism department. Hey, you can't be real, can you?"

As soon as Zheng Shuliang nodded, he found that Ye Tian actually walked to the table of the admissions point of the Department of Journalism. He couldn't help opening his mouth in surprise. Is the current freshman's self-confidence so strong?

Ask yourself, when Zheng Shuliang entered the school by himself, he would blush for a long time when he talked to his senior sister, let alone get close to him. It seemed to be something that an old student could do to the newly enrolled girl.

"Rongrong, do you remember this wrong? Why are there so many boys in the journalism department this year?

Just past a wave of registration craze, Yu Qingya is clearing the list. Originally, the orientation should have been done by junior students, but the number of journalism departments is relatively small, so we can only bring them all the sophomore girls.

Of course, in order to take care of beautiful women, they only need to sit here and receive them. They help with their luggage and guide the freshmen to go through the admission procedures. Naturally, there are boys to help. By the way, there is no rule in the school that students who are not in this department can't help foreign students receive freshmen.

However, whether it is an old student who helps or a freshman who goes to school, they are always trying to say a few more words with Yu Qingya.

After receiving the whole morning, she also felt a little tired. She simply lowered her head and checked the list. Naturally, the people who understood the signal would not come to harass her.

"Senior sister, I have a question to ask you, don't you?" A Henan accent rang in Qingya's ear.

Yu Qingya didn't look up and said directly, "What's the problem, just say it..."

It's not that Yu Qingya doesn't want to be more enthusiastic. The key is that she was very enthusiastic just now. Those freshmen can consult for half an hour with a question, and the old student is beside her. She really can't stand it.

"Senior sister, do you know where the toilet is? I'm suffocated now. I can't go any more..."

The problem of Henan accent made the tip of the pen in Yu Qingya's hand suddenly tremble and cut the paper below. She had never seen such a boring person. The playground was full of boys. This person insisted on finding a girl to find out where the bathroom is?

"Turn left 50 meters on the right..." He gritted his teeth and pointed to the side with Yu Qingya's right hand.

"Oh, thank you, sister. Then I'm going to the bathroom..."

After Yu Qingya finished answering, he was relieved to see that the boy in jeans seemed to leave. How could such a person with no emotional intelligence be admitted to Huaqing?

"Senior sister, I... I have another thing..."

Who knew that the man took two steps to the right, and his body suddenly turned back.

"What's the matter?" Yu Qingya drew a fork on the notebook fiercely.

"Senior sister, my family is poor and I haven't eaten for two days. My father said that the beautiful girl is good-hearted. You... Can you lend me five yuan to buy a loaf of bread?"

"What?!!!"

Listening to the very obvious local voice of the other party, Yu Qingya couldn't stand it anymore. She suddenly stood up from the chair. This... This seems to be Huaqing University, not a place to beg for food, right?

Besides, Huaqing has a scholarship, so that the students who have been admitted will not be unable to eat for a few days, right? And there are so many people around, why do you ask yourself to borrow money?

Not only Yu Qingya, but also the students around him are dumbfounded. Although the freshman is not a famous brand, it is also clean. How can he look like a person who can't eat for a few days?

"Flirting", these two words came out of everyone's mind. It's definitely ** naked flirting, and it's still a junior flirting with a senior sister. This seems to be the first time in the history of Huaqing, right?

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