Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 101 - 72: The King of Tricks

Chapter 101: Chapter 72: The King of Tricks

After returning, Su Huai reported the situation to Wang Zhi and Wang Zhongheng at the first opportunity.

Wang asked about her illness and, after learning that it was only acute gastroenteritis, she let out a huge sigh of relief.

“It’s good that there’s no serious issue, no serious issue… thankfully you were there…”

Su Huai suggested, “Could you find some time to visit her at noon?”

“Sure, I’ll buy some fruit, and you come with me.”

Su Huai was quite puzzled: Can’t you find the place on your own, or can’t you go out without someone accompanying you? So strange…

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By contrast, Wang Zhongheng seemed to have a kind of calm that was not unexpected.

“I’ve approved the leave, but it’s not just her in your class who has poor health; you need to remind them to take better care.”

Then Gou Huai nonchalantly threw the responsibility back.

“That’s why we need you to be strict and train them well! Except for those whose health really doesn’t permit it, go ahead and drill the rest of them hard; leave the logistics to me, and rest easy!”

Wang Zhongheng quietly hung up the phone and immediately started cursing.

You little bastard, I play the villain and you get to be the good guy, not a single decent one in your Information Systems class!

With a stern face, Wang Zhongheng shouted for everyone to line up and started toughening them up.

Don’t blame me, it’s your class leader who’s the bad egg!

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Throughout the morning, the sales of sour plum juice stabilized.

Su Huai didn’t spend too much effort on sales, as he had more important things to take care of.

After spending a while in the back kitchen of the second cafeteria, he timed his visit to look for Zhang Yaowen at the administration building.

He could resolve the issue himself, but he needed to inform the leaders about it.

“Alright, I won’t ask about your plan; you just go ahead and work on it.”

Zhang Yaowen gave Su Huai a word of encouragement before rushing out to a meeting.

Su Huai went to the university’s Office of Academic Affairs with a temporary pass.

The duty officer in the office wasn’t too convinced by his temporary pass and asked many trivial questions, but Gou Huai quickly managed to get her on the same side.

After clearing up the communication, they looked into Hua Qianqian’s family situation and the results were as expected—mountainous area of Guizhou, single-parent family, attending school on a student loan from China Development Bank.

“Our class’s little girl is so thin; just seventy or eighty pounds. I can carry her away just like that, light as a sheet of paper…”

Su Huai garnered sympathy while inquiring about all the possible financial aid policies he could apply for.

Having gotten the full picture, he rendezvoused with Wang Zhi, and with the fruit, they visited the school hospital.

In fact, Hua Qianqian couldn’t eat fruit just yet; at the earliest, she wouldn’t be able to have porridge until tonight. Still, having the fruit was a different feeling than not having it.

After arriving, Wang Zhi clumsily spouted a few words of comfort, and then obediently stepped aside.

Come on, mighty dragon, your turn!

Su Huai had a detailed conversation with the nurse, and after clarifying the situation, he had a plan.

The most severe issue for Hua Qianqian was malnutrition, partly due to poor digestion and partly because she was overly frugal with her meals.

Ultimately, it all boiled down to money, and fortuitously, he was best at solving money problems.

“Qianqian, how are you feeling now?”

Su Huai asked gently, and Hua Qianqian nodded with an evasive gaze: “I’m much better… thank you…”

She spoke softly, answering any question but showing little initiative.

It wasn’t a defensive or guarded posture, but rather an instinctive contraction, as if she was afraid to display emotion.

Su Huai didn’t try to comfort her, but stood from the class leader’s perspective and notified her of the situation.

“I’ve understood your situation, and our School of Management has quotas for students in poverty, meaning regardless of whether you want to apply or not, I must report your case based on my responsibilities.

I’ve already put your name forward for the national poverty alleviation scholarship for our class, but that money will take a while to come through, probably around January.

My idea is to also apply for a compassionate education fund for you, 3,000 yuan a year, which is allocated earlier, around mid-October. So please cooperate with me later and fill out the necessary information.

Then there are the overlapping scholarships and work-study programs.

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You can’t receive both the national scholarship and the national motivational scholarship, and they require you to study hard on your own; we’ll consider that after you’ve recovered.

Right now, I’d like to know your opinion: are you planning to devote all your energy to your studies, or are you thinking about taking part in the work-study service?”

Hua Qianqian asked with difficulty: “The work-study programs… what are they like?”

Su Huai patiently responded: “There are about 250 fixed positions on campus, 400 yuan a month; they’re easygoing because they’re undemanding; the temporary positions vary according to need, up to 12 yuan per hour.

However, there is this work-study position I know from a private business owner, Li’s Famous Congee; they need a girl after 6 p.m. to clean up, work for about two or three hours a day, 15 yuan an hour, including a meal.

It won’t affect your classes, though it might be a bit harder, what do you think?”

“I… I… I want to be a waitress…”

Hua Qianqian’s face blushed, but to seize the opportunity, she added specifically: “I worked as a waitress in a restaurant in high school…”

“Alright, then that’s settled.”

Su Huai didn’t comment on her past, he just made the decision.

“I’ll arrange the job for you; after the military training, you can start working directly. You can also get a special dispensation to skip the evening self-study, but you have to promise Mr. Wang that you won’t fall behind in your coursework, okay?”

“Yes! I promise!”

Hua Qianqian eagerly raised her hand, startling Ding Yi who yelped and quickly pushed her arm down.