three year itch

"Hello, new students. I am Chen Siwei, an undergraduate counselor. In the future, you can come to me if you have any problems in your studies and life. I am willing to solve your problems."

Ji Lin sat in the first row and looked at Chen Siwei on the stage. Three years later, he still didn't make much progress, with a boring opening speech, a dry speech, and a stiff expression.As for the legs hidden under the table, he didn't need to look to know that they must be trembling just like when he was pressed against the wall.

Chen Siwei graduated from another 211 university in Wenhua City with a postgraduate degree. He had no ambitions and chose to be a counselor in order to seek stability and winter and summer vacations.

He thought that as long as he was serious and responsible, he could do a good job, but he was timid and not cheerful. Apart from a bad heart, he had almost no advantages, and perhaps this was not an advantage.

There were a lot of freshmen in the audience, and at a glance, they were playing with their phones with their heads down, or chatting in whispers. Almost no one in the entire large classroom paid attention to him, except for the people in the middle of the first row.

Ji Lin rested his chin on one hand and raised his eyebrows at him with a smile. He was wearing a dark suit today, and there was a standing card on the table in front of him - the chairman of the student union.

Chen Siwei saw that he felt less nervous, but the next second Ji Lin stretched out two fingers and tapped his lips, smiling freely.

Chen Siwei quickly looked away, he looked down at his speech in a panic, where did he say it?Forget it, no one will listen anyway.

"Welcome to Ji Lin, Chairman of the Student Union of the School of Journalism, to speak." As soon as Chen Sisi finished speaking, the lifeless large classroom instantly came alive, as if Ji Lin's words were a switch.

Ji Lin walked onto the stage gracefully. He was tall, long-legged, and handsome. He was dressed in a suit like a model. In the words of the vice chairman, Ji Lin was a male butterfly loved by everyone in the journalism institute.

Many girls took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the court lady, but the court lady herself walked up to the stage and pinched the counselor's ass.

Chen Siwei jumped three feet away, but tripped over the tangled wires underneath. Before he fell to the ground, Ji Lin snatched it back, and by coincidence, he crashed into Ji Lin's arms.

"Teacher, be careful." Ji Lin put his hand on Chen Siwei's waist and whispered in his ear, looking like a gentleman.

Many girls below laughed strangely, Chen Siwei hurriedly pulled his hand and ran away, Ji Lin is still so vicious!

Ji Lin didn't have a speech script, and he already won most of it standing there. He was born in the broadcasting department and had a unique voice condition, and he spoke standard and natural Mandarin.

Everyone listened carefully, including Chen Siwei, who had mixed feelings.

Three years ago, Chen Siwei became a counselor for the first time, and Ji Lin just became a college student.

Ji Lin disliked Chen Siwei's obsequiousness, and Chen Siwei felt that Ji Lin was too flamboyant.

As soon as school started, Ji Lin drove a white BMW around the campus, blinding the eyes of many simple college students, but no one said he was flaunting his wealth or flamboyant.Good-looking, good-natured, popular everywhere.

"Teacher, are you going to be late? How about I drive you to the hospital?"

Chen Siwei was running towards the office when the BMW familiar to all the students in the school suddenly stopped beside him, and the window rolled down to reveal Ji Lin's unscrupulous smile.

"No, thank you." Chen Siwei felt that it was too high-profile to take his car to the office.

Ji Lin shrugged, "Forget it."

He slammed on the accelerator, and the car galloped tens of meters away in an instant, which startled Chen Siwei.

Chen Siwei had to convene meetings of all class committees every month, and Ji Lin, the monitor of the broadcasting class, always looked quite impatient, which made Chen Siwei feel very uncomfortable.

"Student Ji Lin, have you paid the team building fee for your class?" The school can reimburse 1000 yuan for the team building fee for each class every year.

Ji Lin turned the pen in his hand, and said casually: "What can 1000 yuan do, I posted 5000 yuan myself, and invited them to the bar."

Chen Siwei frowned upon hearing this, bar?How can you take the whole class to the bar?There are so many girls!

Seeing his expression, Ji Lin smiled evilly, "Hasn't the teacher been there?" He glanced up and down at Chen Siwei, his face was small and fair, and there was nothing unsightly about him. A virgin who stays obediently.

Chen Siwei stammered: "Dang...Of course I went, but the school will not reimburse you through your team building expenses!"

Ji Lin said indifferently, "Then I won't reimburse you."

Chen Siwei is angry, 1000 yuan can buy a lot of things, enough for him to eat for a month!

This rich second generation is really high-profile and rude!

Ji Lin often goes out for a night without returning to the dormitory. He never asks for leave, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong.The dormitory administrator will submit the entry and exit records of the dormitory access control system to the courtyard every week, and put them aside with the general counselors, and never ask more questions.

But Chen Siwei, a long-winded ghost, always called to ask him where he had been in the past few days. He was furious when asked, but he still answered politely.

"I'm staying at my uncle's house, isn't that all right?" Ji Lin lied, but he actually went to the bar with a group of friends.

"So that's the case, okay then." Hearing Chen Siwei's mosquito-like voice, Ji Lin frowned, wishing he could cut off the phone immediately.

"Teacher, do you have any questions?" Ji Lin asked patiently, holding the car keys in his hand, and was about to go out for a while.

"do not have much left……"

Just as Ji Lin was about to hang up, he heard Chen Siwei's voice that could only be heard with clairvoyance, saying,

"But I also want to say that you are driving too fast, which is very dangerous, so you should be careful."

"...My driving skills are very good, so don't worry, teacher."

Ji Lin finally hung up the phone. He glanced at the key in his hand and walked out of the building.

His friends always complained that night: "I said, Ji Lin, why did you become such a woman today? What's the point of crawling like a turtle?"

"What do you know, it's called safe driving."

Freshman Ji Lin joined the Propaganda Department of the Student Union. The minister said that he could save half of the publicity fee with him. He smiled, and he was used to this kind of compliment, which has long been silent.

During Mother's Day, the student union planned an event to promote maternal love, and he was pulled to give a speech at the event.

"You have such a good image, and you are also a broadcaster. When you make a sound, everyone's legs go limp. The effect must be good."

Ji Lin agreed without saying anything, but he actually resisted in his heart.He has never experienced maternal love, and he doesn't know what to say, so he plans to find a random speech on the Internet and modify it.But Chen Siwei, who is so troublesome, asked him to take the manuscript to him for review. What's the point of reviewing it?

After reading the speech that Ji Lin downloaded from Baidu Library, Chen Siwei's eyes turned red.

"You write so well, your mother must be very proud of having such an excellent son like you." Chen Siwei was deeply moved by the little story in it, thinking of his mother who was far away in a foreign land.

Ji Lin stared at his face, and suddenly wanted to make those eyes redder.He lowered his eyelashes, pretending to be injured, his beautiful voice was like a violin whispering in the middle of the night, "It's a pity that my mother has passed away."

Chen Siwei looked up at him in astonishment, and his eyes turned even redder.With a stupid mouth, he didn't know how to comfort people at all, so he stood up and patted Ji Lin's broad shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to say this thing that made you sad, but your mother must be watching you, she treats you every day. Her friend said, look how good my son is, he is handsome and very smart."

He was half a head shorter than Ji Lin, so it seemed a bit nondescript to pat him on the shoulder this time.

Ji Lin wanted to say that my mother probably didn't want to see me, she hated me so much, she eloped with someone shortly after I was born, but got into a car accident.She must hate me so much.

But he didn't say anything, because the little counselor in front of him was obviously really upset. After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind and said:

"Why don't I give this speech." He felt that it would be cruel for a child who lost his mother to mobilize all the teachers and students of the school to honor his mother.

Ji Lin was stunned for a moment, your legs trembled nervously when you spoke, can you give a good speech?

Chen Siwei also seemed to be worried about whether he was competent. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then said in frustration, "Why don't I find other students to give a speech? I'm too bad at speaking, and everyone doesn't like to listen to me."

Ji Lin put his hands on Chen Siwei's thin shoulders, lowered his head to his ear, and said softly, "But I really like listening to the teacher."

He didn't deliberately change his tone or tone, he just said it plainly, but it got into Chen Siwei's heart.