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Chapter 309 This is what a good student from Nanjing University should be like.

Song Huan was also busy these past two days.

He knew that in order to make the food delivery platform successful on campus, in addition to relying on the faculty resources of the department, he also needed a reliable backer, preferably someone who could suppress someone like Zhou Qing.

After much thought, he set his sights on Chen Xiuyuan.

Chen Xiuyuan is the Vice President of Nanjiang University and also serves as the Dean of the School of Science and Engineering.

Although this guy is just a vice principal, he wields real power.

The College of Science and Engineering comprises several departments, with the Computer Science Department being just one of them.

No matter how powerful Zhou Qing is, he's just a professor in a department, and he still has to bow down to the dean.

There are many positions and officials in universities, but only a few have real power.

Look, even the dormitory supervisors with a little power can act all high and mighty, let alone the school leaders with real power.

Song Huan got up early on the weekend, excitedly carrying a broom, and walked across most of the campus to the administration building.

Chen Xiuyuan's office is at the end of the corridor on the third floor.

He climbed to the third floor, walked to the door, and found it closed.

A sign on the door reads "Vice Principal's Office".

He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I knocked a few more times, but still no one answered.

He stood in the corridor, sunlight streaming in through the windows and falling on the floor.

Okay, the boss doesn't work on weekends.

Song Huan did not lose heart.

He leaned the broom against the wall, bent down, picked up a few scraps of paper that had drifted in from who-knows-where by the door, and then picked up a paper cup that had been stepped on and flattened at the corner of the corridor.

When I passed by the restroom, I took half a roll of toilet paper from inside, tore off a piece, and crumpled it into a ball.

I walked back and placed it right in the middle of the doorway to Chen Xiuyuan's office.

A wad of white toilet paper stood out starkly against the dark floor tiles.

He took a step back, looked around, was satisfied, and then left.

on Monday.

Chen Xiuyuan stepped out of the elevator carrying a briefcase.

He was in his early fifties, with gray hair that was neatly combed. He wore a dark gray jacket and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.

I walked along the corridor towards my office at a moderate pace.

I walked to the door and stopped.

Looking down, right in the middle of the doorway, there was a wad of white toilet paper, with a few scraps of paper next to it.

His brow furrowed. "How exactly is the school cleaned? Can't they see such a huge piece of trash?"

He grumbled, bent down, and prepared to pick it up himself.

Feeling dirty, he straightened up.

Never mind, I'll have the cleaning staff come and handle it later.

He took the key out of his pocket.

The door lock was an old-fashioned pin tumbler lock, and the outer metal ring was rusted. I inserted the key, turned it, but it didn't move.

He pulled it out, then put it back in, and wiggled it left and right.

It's still not open.

He squatted there, clutching the keys in his hand, his brow furrowed even more deeply.

"Principal Chen, do you need any help?"

A voice came from the side.

Chen Xiuyuan looked up and saw a boy standing in the corridor.

He was quite tall, wearing a white T-shirt, and carrying a plastic bag containing several steamed buns.

He had a smile on his face, and his face was very clean.

Chen Xiuyuan glanced at him, not recognizing him.

"Need not."

He lowered his head and continued to struggle with the lock.

Song Huan placed the steamed buns on the windowsill in the corridor.

Then he bent down, grabbed the pile of toilet paper and scraps of paper by the door with both hands, and scooped them up.

"Let me throw it away for you."

Chen Xiuyuan looked up at his two dirty hands and said, "Never mind, just leave them there. I'll call the cleaning staff to clean them up later."

Song Huan smiled.

"It's nothing, just something I did."

He picked up the clump of trash and turned to walk towards the trash can at the end of the corridor.

His pace was neither too fast nor too slow.

After throwing it away, he walked back, bent down, and picked up the few remaining scraps of paper one by one.

He didn't pay attention to the dust embedded in his fingernails.

Chen Xiuyuan finally unlocked the door, straightened up, pushed it open, and walked into the office.

I put my briefcase on the table, sat down, and turned on my computer.

While waiting for the computer to boot up, he glanced outside.

The boy was still squatting in the corridor, picking up the last piece of scrap paper.

Then he stood up, dusted off his hands, picked up a steamed bun from the windowsill, and smiled into the office.

gone.

The footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor.

Chen Xiuyuan looked away. The computer screen lit up, and he opened the file and began working.

the next day.

The school issued a notice about a campaign to clean the administration building.

Because it can add comprehensive assessment credits, quite a few students still sign up to participate.

On Tuesday afternoon, the administration building was filled with students holding brooms, rags, and buckets. Some were wiping windows, some were mopping the floor, and some were cleaning up old newspapers piled up in the corners.

Chen Xiuyuan came out of his office to use the restroom. As he passed through the corridor, his gaze swept across the crowd.

Then he paused. In the crowd, a boy was holding a rag and carefully wiping the office glass.

The rag was used to draw circles on the glass, from left to right and from top to bottom.

After wiping one area, I stepped back to look at it, then went back and wiped it a few more times.

Chen Xiuyuan recognized him; it was the student who had been picking up trash yesterday.

Song Huan didn't seem to notice him. He finished wiping one pane of glass and moved on to the next.

Chen Xiuyuan looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away and walked towards the restroom.

After a day of activities, the administration building was spotless.

The floor tiles reflect images, and the glass is so transparent it seems nonexistent.

The cleaning team disbanded, and the students walked back in twos and threes, carrying their tools.

Chen Xiuyuan sat in his office, finished reviewing the last document, and looked up.

The windowpane was so clean that the sunlight streamed in, making him squint.

He stood up, picked up his teacup, and walked to the window.

I touched the glass with my finger, and there wasn't a speck of dust.

He nodded to himself, and while drinking tea, he pushed open the office door and walked into the corridor to see how the windows outside were cleaned.

I stopped right after turning the corner.

At the end of the corridor, a boy was holding a mop, bending over, and patiently mopping the floor.

The mop was pushed from the base of the wall to the middle of the corridor, then pulled back; the movement was slow but steady.

The floor tiles were so shiny after being mopped that they could illuminate the ceiling lights.

The entire floor was empty; he was the only person there.

Chen Xiuyuan recognized him; it was him again.

The cleaning activity has already ended, so why is he still here?

He didn't say anything, stood at the corner, and watched for a while.

Then, holding his teacup, he turned and went back to his office.

Wednesday.

Chen Xiuyuan, carrying a briefcase, stepped out of the elevator and walked down the corridor toward his office.

I stood at the door, stunned.

A man was squatting at the door of his office, holding a screwdriver, and was taking apart the lock.

The lock cylinder had been removed and placed on a newspaper nearby, with several small parts neatly arranged.

Chen Xiuyuan's temper flared up immediately.

This guy is incredibly audacious, stealing from my office in broad daylight?

He strode forward, about to question them.

The man stood up from the ground, turned around, and was still clutching a screwdriver in his hand.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and the collar of his T-shirt was soaked.

"Principal Chen, you've arrived." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "I noticed this lock was a bit broken before; the key wouldn't go in, and no one had fixed it. I used to know how to remove rust, so I'll remove it for you."

Chen Xiuyuan was stunned.

He looked at the face in front of him—the student who cleaned the windows yesterday, the student who picked up trash the day before.

He lowered his head.

The door lock has been reinstalled, the rust on the metal ring is gone, and it has a silvery-white sheen.

On the newspaper next to it were several used cotton swabs, covered in black rust and machine oil.

The ground was spotless, without a speck of dust.

Chen Xiuyuan took the key out of his pocket.

Insert it and twist it gently.

With a click, the lock opened.

He stood there, looking at the key in his hand, then at the student in front of him.

He was still clutching the screwdriver in his hand, and the sweat on his face hadn't been wiped away.

"What's your name?"

"Song Huan, a freshman in the Computer Science Department."

Chen Xiuyuan nodded.

"Come in and have a glass of water."

Song Huan quickly waved her hand, "No need, no need, Principal Chen, you're busy, I..."

Chen Xiuyuan had already pushed open the door and gone inside.

He walked to the water dispenser, took out a disposable paper cup, and filled it with more than half a cup of warm water.

Turning around, Song Huan handed it over, then stood at the door, hesitating for a moment.

He placed the screwdriver on the newspaper outside the door, wiped his hands on his pants, and then came inside.

He accepted the paper cup with both hands. "Thank you, Principal Chen."

Chen Xiuyuan sat down behind his desk, put down his briefcase, and turned on his computer.

The screen lit up, he opened a document, and moved the mouse.

The computer suddenly froze, and the cursor stopped on the screen, not moving at all.

He wiggled the mouse and clicked a few times.

It still doesn't move.

He frowned and pressed the restart button.

The screen went black and then lit up again.

The Windows XP startup screen got stuck halfway through the progress bar.

He leaned back in his chair, staring at the broken computer, his brow furrowing even more deeply.

Song Huan stood to the side, holding the glass of water in her hands. "Principal Chen, shall I take a look for you?"

Chen Xiuyuan looked up and glanced at him.

"Can you fix computers?"

"Anyone who studies computer science has encountered this situation."

Chen Xiuyuan hesitated for a moment, then stood up from behind his desk and gave up his seat.

Song Huan placed the paper cup on the corner of the table. "Please wait a moment."

He turned around and walked out of the office.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor, growing fainter and fainter.

Chen Xiuyuan stood beside the desk, looking towards the door.

After a while, the footsteps returned.

Song Huan walked in, her hands were wet, water dripping from between her fingers; she had just gone out to wash her hands.

He wiped the water off his hands on his trousers, walked behind the desk, bent down, and pulled the computer case out from under the desk.

Unplug the power cord and unscrew the screws on the case cover.

The movements were skillful, not fast, but each step was steady.

Chen Xiuyuan stood beside him, watching him open the case, revealing the motherboard and ribbon cables inside.

He had a general idea of ​​what was wrong with the computer.

This computer was provided by the school and has been used for several years. The problem of poor contact of the memory stick is a long-standing issue.

He pulled out the memory stick, wiped the gold contacts with his finger, and then plugged it back in.

Then I blew the dust out of the case and put the cover back on.

I plugged in the power and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up.

The Windows XP startup screen shows a progress bar moving step by step.

I successfully accessed the desktop, and the cursor moved.

Chen Xiuyuan stood to the side, his mouth slightly agape, "It's true that computer science students understand this kind of question."

Song Huan straightened up and pushed the computer case back under the table. "It's just that the RAM is loose, a minor problem."

He dusted off his hands, picked up the glass of water from the corner of the table, and drank half of it in one gulp.

Chen Xiuyuan sat back behind his desk and clicked the mouse a few times.

everything is normal.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at the student in front of him.

A freshman majoring in Computer Science.

For three consecutive days, I've been picking up trash, cleaning windows, and fixing locks. Now I've also fixed my own computer.

He looked at Song Huan. "You called me, is there something you need?"

Song Huan put down the paper cup. "It's nothing, Principal Chen. I was just passing by and took it."

Chen Xiuyuan looked at him.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then nodded. "Okay, if my computer breaks down again, I'll come to you."

Song Huan smiled. "I'll be there whenever you call."

He threw the paper cup into the trash can and walked to the door.

He bent down, rolled up the newspaper on the ground along with the cotton swabs and rust stains, and tucked it under his arm.

"Principal Chen, you're busy."

He closed the door and left. His footsteps faded into the distance down the corridor.

Chen Xiuyuan sat behind his desk, looking at the closed door.

I looked down at the door lock. It was silver-white and spotless.

He walked over, inserted the key, and turned it.

"Click".

Everything went smoothly.