Rebirth of the Wild Age

~: 110 [New enrollment]

The freshmen are enrolled and are in full swing.

Unlike ten years later, there are not many cars at the school gate and few parents.

Some students obviously came from remote villages, wearing shabby clothes, even carrying blankets and mats, carrying buckets and thermos in their hands, just like marching thousands of miles.

Song Weiyang is undoubtedly a special one. He only dragged a suitcase, t-shirt and jeans, as simple as a tourist.

Even the freshman receptionist ignored Song Weiyang. He could only walk over by himself and ask: "Senior, where is the Department of Sociology reporting?"

"Are you a freshman?" the other party asked in surprise.

"Yes, freshman." Song Weiyang smiled.

A senior sister suddenly said enthusiastically: "I'll take you there."

Looking at this face-to-face world, the senior said that he was speechless.

The elder sister introduced the campus situation all the way, and asked suddenly: "What is the name of the younger brother?"

"Song Weiyang." Song Weiyang said.

"This name is so familiar," the senior sister suddenly reacted after thinking for two minutes, "wouldn't you be the Xifeng Song Weiyang in the newspaper?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "It may be the same name."

The elder sister looks forward to the fact that there are not many opportunities to watch TV in school, and may even have never sang karaoke, so that she doesn't recognize Ma Junhao's handsome face at all. She really thought it was with the same name and surname, and smiled: "My name is Liu Ziran, a sophomore in journalism. Which province is the junior from?"

"Xikang." Song Weiyang said.

Liu Ziran suddenly turned sideways, looked at Song Weiyang carefully, and asked again: "Aren't you really Xifeng's boss?"

"Senior Sister, what do you think?" Song Weiyang smiled vaguely.

"It's very possible," said Liu Ziran, "your suitcase is very expensive, not many new students bring suitcases."

Song Weiyang said: "It's not a lot, I saw several along the way."

Liu Ziran thought left and right, shook his head and said, "No matter which department you belong to, the monk can't run to the temple. If you are really Xifeng's boss, I must interview you. I'm a reporter from the school newspaper."

Song Weiyang said: "A reporter from the school newspaper should report on admissions today. Why did you come to receive freshmen?"

"Someone does the admission report." Liu Ziran said.

The two chatted all the way to report, until Song Weiyang paid for the bill, Liu Ziran finally showed a surprised expression-he was a self-supported student!

In 1994, college students gradually cancelled their graduation assignments and gradually began to collect tuition fees, but this policy has not been promoted for the time being.

The national finance allocates a standard of 34oo yuan per student per year. The specific fees vary from school to school. Some schools need to pay 1oo yuan a year for tuition, some schools do not pay separately, and some schools may pay two, three hundred, four, five hundred. . But even if you have to pay four to five hundred, the students will still make money, because there will be more than 20 yuan in food subsidies every month, and a few yuan in meat stickers every quarter, which is enough to save some money in a year. Even the kind of thrifty students can cut out the food expenses and send money back and forth at home.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Song Weiyang. He not only has to pay 12oo yuan for tuition, but also 3oo yuan for accommodation. The book fee is not included, and there is no usual subsidy.

Liu Ziran thought: The newspaper said that Song Weiyang has excellent academic performance, and he has been among the best in the city since elementary school. He should not be a self-supported student. This Song Weiyang must be fake!

It’s no wonder that Liu Ziran thinks too much.

The self-financed students in the 1980s were particularly diligent, but in recent years, in more and more coastal areas, those children who got rich first, well, the second generation of the rich, have frantically poured into major universities at their own expense. In order to generate income, some schools have also increased the number of self-financed students in affluent areas, lowered the admission line for self-financed students, and made the schools miserable.

In some general undergraduate classes, the proportion of self-financed students is even as high as 5o%, which is simply unimaginable.

In another two years, this trend reached its peak, and even Tsinghua and Peking University had signs of fall, forcing the Ministry of Education to directly cancel the self-financed living creatures-then, the full charge, the tuition directly rose to more than 2ooo yuan, and in the first It rose to around RMB 30oo in two years. In film and television works, it often appears that poor students cannot afford to go to university and rely on the whole village for support, probably after the tuition fee rose to RMB 30,000.

Liu Ziran's attitude towards Song Weiyang is a bit weird at the moment. She is from a small county. On the one hand, she despises Song Weiyang's self-financed status, and on the other hand, she envy Song Weiyang's excellent economic conditions.

"Song Xuedi, do you have a factory at home? The annual tuition and accommodation fees of 15 oo are expensive enough to cover the wages of state-owned enterprise workers for half a year." Liu Ziran said tentatively.

Song Weiyang sighed and said, "It's so expensive. I'm so bad, and want to come to Fudan University, so my family can only collect money for me to study. I am very guilty that my parents have worked so hard because of my mistakes. From now on. Later, I will study hard to repay their kindness and the motherland for giving me the opportunity to go to university!"

Liu Ziran resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "Who believes it! He also borrowed money to collect tuition fees."

"I know you don't believe me," Song Weiyang laughed, "Actually, my tuition is earned by selling scrap iron."

Liu Ziran was amused: "You don't have a word of truth. Where the scrap metal is so easy to pick up, you also introduced me to Caibei."

Song Weiyang said: "I will definitely take you if I have the opportunity."

The two walked for a while, and Liu Ziran suddenly pointed to the front and said, "You'll be in the dormitory after another turn. Go by yourself."

"Okay~lightnovelpub.net~ Thank you, Sister! Goodbye, Sister!" Song Weiyang smiled.

There are not so many campuses in Fudan University, and most of them are studying in this department. Ten years ago, there was a branch school. The Chinese Department, the Department of Sociology, and so on were all taught at the branch school, but that branch school has been merged into Shenghai University.

Song Weiyang dragged his suitcase and walked around, admiring the old buildings all the way, and soon came to the gate of the dormitory.

"Puff...Dangdangdang!"

Just as Song Weiyang was about to climb the stairs, there was a sudden noise in front of him.

But a heavily armed guy dropped the bucket, the washbasin rolled directly in front of Song Weiyang, and an iron lunch box jumped down the steps. The classmate hurriedly bent over to pick it up, and the horizontal mat on his back flew directly above his head and hit Song Weiyang's face.

"My buddy, be steady!" Song Weiyang reached out and caught the mat.

"Sorry," the student hurriedly tidied up the things on the ground, seeing Song Weiyang's dressing a little inferior, he reluctantly smiled, "Well, give me the mat."

Song Weiyang said, "It's okay, I'm in my hand, so I can help you pick it up. Which dormitory do you live in?"

"3o5." The student said.

"It's a coincidence," Song Weiyang said, "Are you from the social department?"

The student said, "My name is Peng Shengli, from the law department."

Song Weiyang smiled and said: "It seems that something went wrong in the branch dormitory. My social department is also in 3o5."

Peng Shengli said: "No, I asked, 3o5 is the dormitory of the law department."

Song Weiyang: "..."

It was the fault of self-finance. It was estimated that there was still left after the dormitory of the Law Department was divided, so he threw Song Weiyang over to make up the number.

It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival moon cakes, Song Weiyang plans to buy some spares in advance, otherwise he can only watch his roommates eat.

(Opening a new map, there are a lot of information to check, today we will guarantee three changes, and tomorrow will be updated by the leader.)