Chapter Ninety-One: Expulsion from School

  Historic moments often come suddenly and unexpectedly, catching both me and Qin Ke Yi off guard. I don't know why Qin Ke Yi would suddenly resist symbolically today before completely surrendering to me...

  Although the weather was hot, when I walked into the bathroom and hugged Qin Ke from behind again, I could clearly feel her body tremble slightly, and she used her hands to protect her sensitive parts. So I just stood silently behind her, hugging her, enjoying the pleasure brought by the shower together, occasionally kissing her cheek...

  After the passion, Qin Kaiyi burrowed into my arms, her face stuck to my chest. After a while, I suddenly felt some moisture on my chest, and I realized that Qin Kaiyi was crying, so I asked nervously, "Kaiyi, what's wrong?"

  "Nothing...! Qian Jian! You... will you abandon me in the future?" Qin Ke asked me with a childlike tone, on the verge of tears.

  "I also want to get rid of you, but I've been struggling to find a reason to get rid of you..." I said with a smile after being stunned for a few seconds by Qin Ke's somewhat silly question.

  "I hate you! If you dare to abandon me again, I'll kill you!" Qin Ke wiped away her tears and said to me like a little kid. Although I felt like crying and laughing at the same time after hearing that, my heart still felt warm and fuzzy, and it made me want to hug her tightly again...

  I woke up naturally and slowly opened my eyes, turned my head to look at Qin Ke Yi, only to find her leaning against the bedhead with a quilt over her, staring at me with wide eyes. When she saw that I was awake and looking back at her, she immediately became shy and burrowed into the quilt, covering her head.

  "What's wrong..." I inexplicably asked Qin Ke.

  "Don't come over... go get dressed quickly..." Qin Ke Yi seemed to say with embarrassment from under the covers.

  "What's wrong? What's there to be shy about now?" I tried to pull open the quilt covering Qin Ke, but found it had been pulled tightly by her.

  "I hate you! Go and get dressed, stop running around naked in front of me!" Qin Ke Yi shouted from under the covers, using her feet to kick at me. I couldn't help but laugh and give up on my indecent morning exercise plans with Qin Ke Yi, getting out of bed to start dressing. After seeing me put on clothes, Qin Ke Yi also emerged from under the covers, continuing to stare at me.

  "What are you staring at me for? Why don't you get up and put on some clothes, what's with walking around naked in this hot weather while I'm wearing clothes?"

  "You go out and close the door, then I'll get dressed!"

  "Hah! What's there to be afraid of? Didn't we see everything last night...?" I said with a smile to Qin Ke.

  "Go die... Hurry up and get dressed, I still need to get out of bed!" Qin Ke said to me with a red face.

  "It seems that if I don't go out, you won't get up either, right? Then I'll just stay here with you until the end of time, when the seas dry up and the stones crumble!" I said with a smile, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

  "I hate you... Get out..." Qin Ke said with a red face and a smile, while gently pushing me away with her foot. Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang, so I got up to answer it.

  "Hey, Kang Jian! You won't forget the meeting for graduates today, will you? It's about to start!" The voice of Lao Da came through the phone, timely awakening my temporarily lost memory due to savoring last night's warmth. So I hastily hung up the phone and rushed to the bathroom to wash up.

  Just as I was brushing my teeth in front of the mirror, Qin Ke walked out of the room wearing one of my oversized T-shirts and stood behind me, gently wrapping his arms around me from behind.

  "What's wrong?" I said with toothpaste in my mouth, mumbling to her.

  "Nothing... you hold yours, I'll hold mine..." Qin Ke said, leaning his head against my back.

  "How can I brush with you holding me like this?" I turned around and mumbled to her.

  "You're such a dead person! Not romantic at all! Come back early!" Qin Ke seemed to get angry after hearing my words, and kicked me before turning around and walking into the room...

  When I rushed to the meeting place, the meeting had already started. So I slipped in from the back door and saw that my dormitory brothers were all sitting in a corner near the back door, so I walked over and sat down next to them.

  The original intention of the school organizing this is to teach some job hunting skills and common sense to graduates who are still in a state of confusion and panic, and to analyze the employment situation this year, so that after being tortured by the school, we can find a career in society that is relatively less painful or an ideal job that we are willing to accept torture for. This can also be considered as a small compensation given to us by the school after torturing us.

  But since I sat down on a certain chair in this house, after more than half an hour, the teacher who was speaking in front of me kept boasting about our school's amazing employment rate over the years, and conducted an in-depth analysis of the school's development prospects and employment situation for the next few years. After making a comprehensive and three-dimensional comparison with many well-known schools that I had never heard of before, he drew a very optimistic conclusion and tried to win widespread applause.

  In this half-hour fantasy, I looked at the big characters on the blackboard several times. When I was very sure that the big characters on the blackboard were not "Welcome Party for New Students" but "Employment Guidance Meeting for Graduates", I began to feel puzzled about the school's foolish practice. If we are new students, the school holds this fantasy meeting in order not to make us realize that we have fallen into this school and produce inferior psychology, we will be very grateful for the school's kindness. But for a group of people who have been tortured by this school for four years and are about to enter society, can we still expect us to foolishly promote a school that is ashamed to mention in society?

  So I let out a silent sigh for another stupid move by the school, and then turned my gaze to the dormitory brothers beside me. When I found that their eyes also showed confusion, we exchanged eye contact tacitly, and then stood up in unison from our seats, escaping from the back door of the room.

  After everyone walked out of the venue, they coincidentally chose to make resumes. So we came to a printing company by the side door. When we arrived, it was already crowded with people waiting to print their resumes and graduation papers. We had no choice but to line up reluctantly.

  I stood by and picked up a stack of resumes that had not been printed, waiting to be bound. I originally thought that the thick seven or eight pages of resumes would be for at least five people, but when I flipped through them briefly, I was surprised to find that it was just one person's simple autobiography. A large section listed the many honors they had received from elementary school to university, including their grades for each semester. The titles of "Three Good Students" and "Excellent Team Member", which are widely used by graduates, accompanied him throughout his student career with high praise. Through the various certificates mixed in, such as piano X certificate, xxx essay competition first prize, xxx singer competition silver medal, national x athlete, national x-level referee, etc., I finally realized that Ha Institute is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden.

  In my impression, the most important feature of a resume is to highlight one word. Once, a human resources manager from a large enterprise was interviewed and solemnly warned graduates not to make beautiful but impractical, complicated and lengthy resumes. Because they only need five seconds to read a resume, which is also known as the "five-second rule", and for resumes over two pages, they will basically fall into the trash can. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sweat for this classmate with "rich" experience.

  When it was almost my turn in line, the phone in my pocket rang.

  "How are you? I'm your instructor, come to my office for a visit!" The familiar voice of the instructor came from the phone.

  "Hello, counselor! Is there anything I can help you with?" Originally, as a graduating student, my tone should have been tougher when speaking to school teachers, especially counselors, in order to better reflect our true attitude towards them after four years. However, since I respected him for being a man of his word at the dinner table, I gave him the respect he deserved over the phone and spoke in a relatively mild tone.

  "Come over and you'll know!" So, after hanging up the phone, I reluctantly bid farewell to the queue that had been waiting for nearly an hour and rushed to the instructor's office.

  When I appeared at the half-opened door of the instructor's office and knocked on the door, he was alone in the office smoking.

  "Here!" The tour guide's stiff greeting made me feel a sense of foreboding.

  "What's wrong? Leader?"

  "Ah…… take a look yourself……" The counselor said, pulling out a piece of paper from the drawer and handing it to me. I took it and scanned it briefly, although there were nearly a hundred words printed on it in a dignified manner, but the four words "expel from school" at the end already perfectly explained the central idea surrounded by all the nonsense above.