As of June 28th, it is 6:00 p.m.

The application is over.

Jiang Chengwen finally chose Shuimu, first of all, because Shuimu gave enough conditions. Compared with Yanda, Shuimu has strong industrial strength, which corresponds to the major that Jiang Chengwen wanted to choose, while Yandaqiang is strong in humanities, social sciences and science.

Han Jing filled in Yanjing University of Technology and Commerce.

After filling out the application form, you have to wait until July 9th to be admitted in batches, but Jiang Chengwen has basically finalized it.

Han Jing's result needs to be waited a little longer.

But it shouldn't be a big problem.

Her relationship is stable to go to Yan Industrial and Commercial Bureau.

After filling out the application form, Jiang Mom originally suggested that she would go to eat private dishes, but Jiang Chengwen gave up on the grounds that something happened. In the end, Jiang Mom was unhappy and dragged Jiang’s father out.

They went through their own two-person world.

"You don't go to eat?" Han Jing asked.

Jiang Chengwen sat on the sofa, spread his hands and said, "I really have to be busy with something."

"Aren't you finished your work?" Han Jing asked in a blink of an eye.

"Of course it's more than that."

Jiang Chengwen didn't say it in detail, and then asked, "By the way, how is the confession wall of the business school?"

Han Jing made an OK gesture and said, "Everything is normal."

"That's good."

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I can rest for a while after finishing these things."

"You have finished the college entrance examination and are even more tiring than the college entrance examination."

Han Jing stood up and walked behind Jiang Chengwen.

Jiang Chengwen closed his eyes and planned to take a nap for a moment, but he felt a force coming from his shoulders.

"Um?"

He paused for a moment and turned his head to look.

Han Jing was standing behind him and massaging his shoulders.

"Why do you think I'm doing?" Han Jing blinked and said, "Aren't you tired? I'll press it for you."

Jiang Chengwen smiled and said, "It's a bit unlike you."

But don’t say anything, Han Panghu felt quite comfortable when pressing.

"Then what should I be like?"

Han Jing pressed his shoulders hard, then stretched out his hand to gently soften his temples.

"Can I give you two punches?" Han Jing asked.

"almost."

Jiang Chengwen said: "You will even threaten me and ask me to press your shoulders."

With a "bang", Jiang Chengwen was punched hard on the back.

"hiss……"

Jiang Chengwen took a breath of cold air, and his back felt a little painful.

Han Jing pursed her lips and said, "I am not as violent as you said. I am very gentle many times, aren't it?"

Jiang Chengwen was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile and said, "You punch me first, and then say you are gentle?"

Han Jing glanced at him and asked, "I'm not gentle?"

There was a threat in her words.

"Gentle, gentle..."

Jiang Chengwen squirted and then stopped talking about anything more.

Han Jing did not stop and pressed Jiang Chengwen on his shoulder, and would rub his temples from time to time.

“Um…”

Jiang Chengwen opened his eyes and said, "Have you learned it before?"

Han Jing shook her head and said, "When I was a child, I would press it to my grandfather from time to time."

"is that so……"

Jiang Chengwen paused for a moment, but he really didn't expect this to happen.

While pressing Jiang Chengwen, Han Jing said, "Well, grandpa always had a headache at that time and would wake up in the middle of the night."

"Do you know the kind of lights that have been in the countryside for many years? The light is yellow and it feels very comfortable when shining in the yard. At night, my grandfather is so painful that he can't sleep. I will help him sit in the yard, press his shoulders, and rub his head. My grandfather will tell me some stories from time to time and don't go to bed until very late."

"courtyard……"

Jiang Chengwen muttered and turned around and said, "Is that yard still there now?"

"Here I am."

Han Jing said: "I will go back to stay for two days every winter and summer vacation, sweep the house, and then come back."

“It’s summer vacation this year.”

"I want to go back."

Jiang Chengwen turned his head and looked at her and said, "Why might you bring me with you?"

Han Jing paused slightly.

She whispered, "Yes."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence, "By the way, I will take you to see my grandfather."

Jiang Chengwen looked at her and was a little stunned.

Han Jing pushed him and said, "Don't move around, sit down."

"hold head high."

Jiang Chengwen turned around and stopped looking at her.

Han Jing pressed his hand on his scalp, which made him feel extremely relaxed, and all the messes that had accumulated in his mind for a long time were wiped out.

People often say that the land of gentleness is a hero's tomb, but in Jiang Chengwen's opinion, this may not be the case.

If there was no such gentleness, how could a hero come from?

Jiang Chengwen was a little dazed. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If I say..."

"What's wrong?" Han Jing stopped the movement in her hand.

Jiang Chengwen continued: "If I say you are really gentle, would you feel that it is not true?"

Han Jing smiled pursed her lips and did not answer.

Jiang Chengwen smiled and stopped talking.

Perhaps the person standing behind him is Gentle himself.

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July 1st, sunny.

Wu Yunchang was standing at the door of a university in southern Yu, holding a cigarette in his hand. His brows were furrowed, as if he had encountered some problem.

In fact, he doesn't smoke much.

But when he encounters something that cannot be solved, he will inevitably get to relieve his emotions.

"This school can't find anyone?"

Wu Yunchang muttered, this was not the first time he had hit a wall.

With so many universities in Yunnan, he was running back and forth. He thought everything would go smoothly, but when it was actually implemented, he realized how difficult it was.

Among the ten schools, he could only find the organization leaders of four schools.

As Jiang Chengwen explained, he has not even reached one-fifth of the progress.

Wu Yunchang smacked his lips and thought to himself how to explain this.

Just at this moment, his phone rang.

The note is Mr. Jiang.

Wu Yunchang thought for a while and answered the phone.

"Hey, Mr. Jiang."
To be continued...