Chapter 19 "The information your monitor has already filled in for you"

When Bai Yan received the call, it was the peak season in the store. The manager canceled the order at the cashier and asked Bai Yan to go to the dining area to help.

Sitting by the window was an old grandfather with white hair and eyes. He squinted at his phone, clicked a few times and called Bai Yan angrily, "Child, come here."

Bai Yan neatly stuffed the rag into the side pocket of his apron and bent down: "What's wrong?"

"How do I get this? You can help me." The old man was obviously exhausted. "Just order me a bowl of fried noodles."

Bai Yan wiped his hands, clicked on the menu and found that online payment was not bound. He hesitated for a few seconds and took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket. "It's ready."

"How do I give you the money?" the old grandpa asked anxiously.

Before he could answer, the phone beeped, reminding him that someone had added his friend half an hour ago, and it was an unfamiliar number.

"Who are you?" Bai Yan typed the first two words, the input method automatically jumped out the complete sentence, and sent it to the other party rudely.

"I'm Suiyi." Bai Yan remembered the unpleasant-looking classmate who stayed at the door, and he still remembered the monitor.

Bai Yan didn't say a few words to understand the other party's intention. Sui Yi's tone was very blunt, feeling like the director who used bamboo weaving to warn the children to pay attention to etiquette in elementary school, and told him to remember the course selection.

Bai Yan understood for a while, only to realize that the new class instructor who had made him wait before did not change his class well, nor did he change the class for him as agreed.

For a whole afternoon, Bai Yan was anxious and restless. It was not until the evening was approaching that he found a chance to catch his breath and found the store manager.

"Don't do it?" The store manager looked at him in surprise.

"School has started." Bai Yan explained, "I can't do day work anymore."

The store manager's expression seemed a little unhappy. Bai Yan's mind turned very fast, and he usually spoke very little. In the past two or three months, the ordering, cashier, and purchase services have been well done. too busy.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Bai Yan said, "Otherwise, boss, you can hire another person, and then go after you hire me."

The store manager nodded in satisfaction and said, "Just two or three days."

"Yeah." Bai Yan breathed a sigh of relief. The simple restaurant was crowded and dirty, full of stale oil smoke and pungent seasonings.

But such a place made him feel very relaxed, not only because of the meager income, but also the illusion of flourishing in the chaos, which made Bai Yan feel a lot more at ease.

To be honest, he is not used to college life, or he did not really enter this school. Everything in the film school made him a little nervous. buffer time.

This made him look a little dull, although Bai Yan didn't mind it.

In the evening, when there were not too many customers, the manager waved his hands on his hips again, and transferred Bai Yan back to the cashier: "Put the noon money first and collect it."

Bai Yan stood back at the counter and moved his sore heels. The soles of the canvas shoes had been ground flat, leaving only a little of the original pattern, which made it slippery on the sticky marble floor.

All payments at the cashier were locked in the machine, with only a twenty-dollar bill sticking out, pressed into the corner by the calculator, and a tissue next to it, with a few powerful words written on it: Jiya sauce face, thank you!

The sub-center subway station near the west of the city will start to clear at 11:00, and the landscape lights will be turned off together with the last train. Bai Yan got off work ten minutes earlier than usual, and walked to the subway station with ease.

The broadcast of the subway was full of words. Bai Yan sat on a stainless steel bench, imitating the broadcast in a fake voice.

The back pain came from time to time. He leaned his head on the armrest, and clicked on the school's course website again. The page jumped more slowly in the subway. View permissions.

Bai Yan sighed, the exhaustion caused by physical exhaustion was magnified, and the powerlessness of being forgotten and abandoned slowly came out.

"Northern College is here, please get out of the car at the door on the left." The female voice on the radio was still cold, like the stainless steel bench behind her.

Bai Yan put his backpack behind him and walked out of the subway station slowly. The vendors selling snacks around him had already collected more than half of them.

It was exactly twenty-five minutes from the exit to the dormitory area of ​​the red building at the south gate. Bai Yan glanced at the low-battery mobile phone and could arrive at the dormitory at about twelve o'clock.

When using the key to open the dormitory door, a gust of wind came from behind Bai Yan, and the dormitory opposite the door slammed open.

Bai Yan shivered for a while, and when he turned around, he saw the squad leader with a stinky face.

Sui Yi raised his chin at him, and the line of his jaw was beautiful: "Why are you so late?"

Bai Yan hesitated for a few seconds and said vaguely, "There is a little thing."

"You go to the Academic Affairs Office tomorrow." Sui Yi's tone was serious, and the reason for the conversation was clearly explained along the way. Bai Yan recorded the change of class on his mobile phone memo and found it on the school's course website. The telephone number of the Office of Academic Affairs.

Just after typing the last number, the screen prompts that the battery is exhausted, and the phone automatically shuts down.

There are no corridor lights in the dormitory area of ​​the red building. After the lights are turned off, the whole building is terribly dark. Only the street lights outside the window are still bright, and the swaying branches and leaves of the street trees are very strange.

Bai Yan's eyesight was very poor at night. He walked from the corridor to the water room to wash in the dark, and then climbed into the bed in the dormitory.

His body is very tired, but his mind is very clear. While planning to call the Academic Affairs Office tomorrow afternoon, he analyzes how much patience this new monitor, who is somewhat unfamiliar, has with him.

Bai Yan thought about it, the whole person became brisk, as if grabbing a rope in the rapids, the whole person relaxed, and after a while, he was dazed and sleepy.

Before he fell asleep, he suddenly realized that Suiyi's official behavior had become the only connection between him and this university at present. necessary.

The streetlights outside the window flickered slightly, and he felt the powerlessness in his heart that he felt abandoned had vanished again, and he fell into a deep sleep against the pillow.

When Bai Yan was woken up by his biological clock, it was just dawn. He recharged his mobile phone for a while, and the weather forecast came out, indicating that it would rain tonight.

He stuffed an umbrella from the bank in his backpack, put on the canvas shoes he took off yesterday, and took a washbasin to take a shower.

The simple restaurant launched a new summer product, and Baiyan changed the sign at the door according to the store manager's intention. The so-called summer new product package is to add some pickled pickled radishes to the original rice bowl.

"It's very refreshing." The store manager explained, "By the way, the person for you will come in the evening, and you will be your last day today."

Bai Yan was relieved, nodded and said yes.

Before evening, the store manager prepared envelopes and called him into the office.

"This month." The store manager handed him the cowhide envelope. "There are many red envelopes. You are the first college student in our store."

Bai Yan smiled and said nothing.

"Let's go quickly, don't do it at night." The store manager smiled, "Go shopping, it's still very lively here."

Bai Yan greeted the people in the store, put on his backpack and walked out.

The department store in the west of the city is brand new and dense. Bai Yan walked among several buildings with metallic facades for a while, and suddenly felt a little tired. He sat beside the flower bed along the street and started to recruit.

The glass window reflected his appearance, wearing some old T-shirt shorts, holding a backpack, with a sullen expression.

Bai Yan didn't like his appearance very much, so he turned his attention back to his mobile phone.

Hourly billed jobs are mostly daytime, with only a few sporadic nighttime checkouts, far from school.

Bai Yan hesitated for a while, ready to turn to the tutor column to see if there was any suitable content.

"Aren't you skipping class again?" A new message jumped out, and after the last period, the sender was called Suiyi.

"Go to the Academic Affairs Office in the afternoon." Bai Yan vaguely felt that he was angry, and immediately sent a message to clarify.

"Aren't you going to class yet?" The other party seemed to be even more angry.

"Yes, thank you monitor." Bai Yan replied solemnly, putting away his backpack and rushing to school.

The director of the Academic Affairs Office is a little old, looks gentle and thoughtful, and sighs clearly when he hears his name.

"Your squad leader has already filled in the information for you. You can confirm that you can take the form and go to the computer room to select courses." The director put two pieces of paper in his hand.

"Okay, thank you teacher." Bai Yan thanked him awkwardly.

"Is there anything else?" The director adjusted his glasses.

Bai Yan asked her, "Teacher, will it affect me if I didn't attend class before?"

"No class?" The director clicked the information sheet a few times with the mouse, "It shows that you have signed in."

Bai Yan didn't speak, and the director mistakenly thought that he took the absence of the class as an absence, and explained patiently: "You can choose before next week, and it will not affect your usual grades."

He hesitated for a while, feeling that he had used the social courage he had saved for half a year, and asked, "Teacher, will my situation affect our class, the excellence of the monitor, etc.?"

"How can you?" The director smiled, "But your class leader is very responsible, and asks you carefully, it won't be affected, go on, child."

Bai Yan grabbed the course selection list, thought about it all the way, found the computer room with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and chose the course according to the prompt.

The director said it very lightly, but he was not stupid, and guessed that Suiyi had helped him a lot and spent a lot of effort.

Bai Yan only came to his senses when he walked out of the Academic Affairs Office. He probably owed Sui Yi a lot of favor.

In the past and sensible experience, no one except the dean has given him kindness, Bai Yan was a little dazed, and put Sui Yi to a very strange height in his heart.

Bai Yan had a lot of things on his mind, so he walked for ten minutes from the Academic Affairs Office before returning to the dormitory.

In the corner outside the dormitory door, there is a small package that is very inconspicuous. The outermost part is wrapped with kraft paper and tape, and the package is blocked by the corner of the wall facing inward.

He moved in his heart, walked over to pick it up, and it turned out to be from the orphanage, with the dean's handwriting.

Bai Yan took some strength to open the package. They were all small things, pickled melons in glass bottles, some pen stationery, gloves and scarves made of fine wool, and a dozen sheets of paper that were pressed very flat. banknotes.

He sighed and took out his phone to make a call.

"Mother-in-law." Bai Yan said with a slight ending, "I have received the item, don't give me any money."

The dean's voice sounded with a smile: "School has started. If you want it, go buy a new set of clothes and get a haircut."

Bai Yan was speechless, and his heart sank a little.

"Have you met any new friends?" The dean opened a new topic: "You need to communicate more with your classmates and have a good class, you know?"

He remembered the record of his absence from school, and hummed with a guilty conscience.

"Are you still used to eating or something?" The dean's tone was slow.

"I'm used to it." Bai Yan said, "Don't worry about me."

"Oh, why don't you worry, it's the first time you run so far, you don't have enough money to tell me, you know..."

Bai Yan's nose was a little sore when he hung up the phone, although being alone and parting was the norm.

He put the salary and the money sent by the dean into his wallet, took the key and went out.

There is an automatic deposit machine near the subway station. Bai Yan left two banknotes for himself and put the rest of the money into the tuition card.

He saw himself on the screen of the deposit machine, with long hair covering a little of his eyes, and he looked like he was in a bad mood, like he was wandering at the self-service counter of a bank.

Bai Yan found a barber shop that looked very ordinary, and put forward his appeal very rigorously: "Cut it short, don't burn it, don't dye it."

The little brother holding the scissors was a little unwilling and said, "Little handsome guy, your skin is so white, it looks good in a light color."

Bai Yan looked at him for a while and continued, "No card."

The barber finally cut him a very neat short haircut, and expressed his high satisfaction with the work.

Bai Yan felt a lot more refreshed, and paid the money to record the expenses in the memo on the mobile phone.

At the bottom of the memo is a sentence without numbers, thank the monitor.

Bai Yan's footsteps stopped, and he looked around subconsciously. After nightfall, the subway entrance gradually became lively.

The stall owner pushing the snack cart was chatting while packing up his things, and various scents slowly floated up.

Bai Yan stood on the side of the road for a while and read all the signs that stood up.

The most expensive of them is a stall selling wheel cakes. The signboard is written with a brush. Wheel cakes are five yuan and ten yuan for two.

Bai Yan walked straight over, watched a few wheel cakes come out of the pan hot, and asked in a light tone, "Which flavor is delicious?"

"Do you eat sweets? If you do, buy red beans. Red beans are delicious." The stall owner was too busy to move his hands.

"I want one." Bai Yan handed over a five yuan.

When Sui Yi got this red bean cake, it was completely cold, but Bai Yan still smiled embarrassedly, and then handed him the red bean cake.

Sui Yi's body smelled of rain, and the wet breath was very oppressive, and Bai Yan felt that the whole person was wrapped in it.

Then there was some abnormal heat spreading from the neck, like the mist that evaporated from the ground after the rain, Bai Yan was inexplicably nervous, like reluctantly going to class when he was sick, his mind went blank for a while.

Suiyi looked very calm, and even touched him when he took something from his hand. Suiyi's hand was cold, like a silent lightning in a rainstorm, and the ice made him freeze in place.