Mixed in 1980

Chapter 100 My Great Roommate
"Teacher, is there any problem?"

Chen Fan frowned slightly, feeling that something was not normal. The teacher's eyes looked strange.

The other teachers also looked at me with something strange in their eyes.

"Haha... I'm just curious. You are a well-known writer, and our teachers in the Department of Political Economy are all looking forward to seeing you." Pan Ronglin reacted quickly and laughed.

The young man in front of me is a troublemaker!

He is just here to go to school. Under normal circumstances, he shouldn't do anything rash, right?
"Student Chen Fan, what a coincidence! I happen to be your class counselor, Pan Ronglin. From now on, just call me Teacher Pan."

After Pan Ronglin finished his introduction, he took out two forms: "This is the admission form, and this is the application form for the People's Scholarship. Please fill it out first."

Chen Fan took out the scholarship application form and said, "Teacher Pan, do I have to fill this out?"

Chen Fan really had no interest, so it was pointless to fill it out.

Can't get it!

People in later generations often say that in the 1980s, you didn’t have to pay to go to college, and the school even gave you money every month. They are referring to this People’s Scholarship.

The scholarship is divided into three levels, with Grade A being the highest, at 19.5 yuan per month. In addition, there is a poverty subsidy of 3 yuan.

This is equivalent to a poor student getting 22.5 yuan per month. In this era, a person can live a pretty good life.

Many people in later generations do not know that this money is not available to everyone. It is for poor students and those from well-off families do not get it.

Even if Chen Fan didn't write, he would still be qualified. His father is the only worker in his family. Even if he couldn't apply for Grade A, he would still be qualified if he applied for Grade C.

"Just fill this out casually. Given your personal situation, you can only receive the most basic living allowance, 5 yuan per month." Pan Ronglin smiled.

Chen Fan's information had already been collected during the background check.

A random article he writes is equivalent to half a year's salary for an ordinary worker. His published novels and collections of editorials are all bestsellers, and his royalties are extremely high.

For those with good financial conditions, the school will also give a symbolic subsidy of 5 yuan to avoid appearing to be discriminating against them.

But apart from this, the treatment at Peking University is still good. For example, the food quota is 45 kilograms per month, with more fine grains and less coarse grains, although Chen Fan doesn't care about this.

After Chen Fan filled out the form, Pan Ronglin took out another form and said, "This is the physical examination form. Keep it for yourself. The school will organize a physical examination for you at Jingcheng University Hospital in two days."

When I went to college in the 1980s, my physical examination was done at the university.

When new students enroll, the school will organize them to undergo physical examinations at the school hospital or designated hospitals. They will be officially enrolled only after the physical examinations are completed.

If the student fails the physical examination and the situation is not serious, the school is still very humane and will give the student a certain amount of time to receive treatment or adjustment, and then take another physical examination.

If the situation is serious and affects academic performance, students may be transferred to other majors that require lower physical conditions.

For example, some majors have higher vision requirements, and myopic students will be transferred to other majors with less stringent vision requirements.

However, if the physical examination is seriously unsatisfactory, affecting normal life and study, or if one suffers from an infectious disease, one may be expelled or take a leave of absence.

After explaining all this, Pan Ronglin said, "Your dormitory building is at 28th floor, 315. Come on, I'll take you there so you can get familiar with it."

Chen Fan chose to live in the dormitory, but it was not up to him to decide whether to live there or not. Although the school would occasionally check the dormitories, this problem was not unsolvable.

"Please!"

Chen Fan was naturally happy to have someone lead the way, a counselor at that. He chatted with Pan Ronglin familiarly along the way, and he got to satisfy his "Kanye" addiction.

Pan Ronglin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This student was not difficult to get along with. He was not the troublemaker as he had previously thought. He probably would not cause trouble in the future.

When Chen Fan came over, there was only one person in the dormitory.

This is the "older" student I saw when I signed up just now. Judging from his appearance, he should be around 27 or 28 years old. He was wearing a washed-out short-sleeved shirt, but he had bulging muscles, which seemed to be the result of long-term work.

"Hi buddy, my name is Chen Fan, and we'll be roommates from now on."

"Hello, my name is Sun Ping'an."

"Brother Sun, judging from your accent, do you sound like you're from the northwest?"

"Yes, my hometown is Yulin."

"The loess plateau, no wonder it can produce a strong and sturdy man like you. With your arms, Brother Sun, you can probably lift me up with one hand."

Pan Ronglin listened and laughed secretly.

This Chen Fan is a bit poor, but he is not difficult to get along with. "Okay, you guys can talk later. I have something to tell you."

Pulling out the bench with a backrest from under the desk, Pan Ronglin introduced: "You must take good care of this thing. You must return it when you graduate, otherwise you will not be able to graduate."

"Don't underestimate this thing. It is used for watching movies, holding meetings, and celebrating school celebrations. It has been passed down from generation to generation in Peking University. I don't know how many talented and romantic people have sat on it."

"Nothing else, just chat and get along well with each other, you will live together for four years."

After giving his instructions, Pan Ronglin left.

There are still a lot of things to do at the registration office. The main purpose of sending Chen Fan here is to get to know him and see if this student is easy to get along with.

"Chen Fan, where is your luggage?"

"It's at home. I'll move it here tomorrow. I came here to sign up today."

Chen Fan responded and looked carefully at the dormitory. There were three iron bunk beds in total, which could accommodate six people.

There were two beds on the left side of the door and only one bed on the right. The empty space was used as a large wardrobe with six compartments, one for each person. In the middle was a huge rectangular table.

The conditions are so simple!
Chen Fan found his bed, the lower bunk on the right, next to the balcony window. This was the prime bed with the best lighting and ventilation.

Chen Fan took out the prepared rag from his bag, wet it in the sink on the balcony, and then wiped his bed, table and chair neatly.

Seeing a broom and a dustpan on the balcony, I picked them up and started cleaning. While I was busy, the dormitory door was pushed open and a young man carrying a lot of bags walked in.

Chen Fan took a look at him. He was about 1.7 meters tall, wore glasses, and was thin and weak. His image was completely different from Sun Ping'an.

The man came in, put down his luggage first, and spoke with a Cantonese accent: "Hello, I'm Xin Yingjie, also from 315, in the Business Management Class."

There are only two classes in the Department of Political Economy.

There is one political economy class and one business management class, with a total of 63 students.

"Hello, Sun Ping'an, from the Political Science and Economics class."

"Chen Fan, from the political science class."

"You two are both in the political science class? Maybe I just cut in line and got in."

Xin Yingjie put down his luggage, scratched his head, and suddenly looked at Chen Fan: "Wait a minute, your name is Chen Fan, this name sounds familiar, could it be that you wrote "Chen Fan's Collection of Social Comments"?"

"Yes, I wrote it."

"Oh my goodness, this is magical!"

Xin Yingjie excitedly spouted something in Cantonese, opened his schoolbag swiftly, and took out a copy of Chen Fan's Social Commentary: "Brother, I have read every one of your articles. I took the train from Guangzhou and read them twice."

"That would be my pleasure!"

Chen Fan smiled. This was not just a compliment, but he recognized Xin Yingjie.

In later generations, we often see on TV that the big shots in a certain ministry or commission are people whom he could not reach in his previous life and who have a very high status in the financial circle.

But at this moment, this future big shot is just a young student.

Chen Fan couldn't help but joked: "Xin Yingjie, do you read the first half or the second half of each article?"

Xin Yingjie was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It has to be the second half!"

The second half is all about insults!
Chen Fan was happy. This buddy was easy to get along with and could speak eloquently.

"Chen Fan, write me a message and I'll send it to my girlfriend later. She's also a fan of your books, especially your book The Most Beautiful Youth."

"Your partner is also at Kyoto University?"

"Yes, we took the exam together. I just sent her to the dormitory. I have to say that there are beautiful girls in her dormitory. I will introduce them to you later."

At this point, Xin Yingjie suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot. The article said that you have a partner, who is as beautiful as a legend."

"Don't just stand there, write it down quickly!"

Chen Fan took the collection of editorials with a smile, took out a pen from his bag, and wrote on the second page of the cover: The road of life is long and difficult, I hope you will move forward bravely and live up to your youth.

Finally, sign your name!

After Chen Fan finished writing, he handed the book to Xin Yingjie.

Xin Yingjie took the book and after reading it, his face lit up with joy: "It's really well written. I'll give it to my girlfriend later. She will definitely be very happy for several days."

"Pack your things first. I'll treat you guys at noon. Let's go out for a meal."

"No, I have to treat you. If I can treat a great writer like you to dinner, I can brag about it to my girlfriend for three days." Xin Yingjie said.

"I'm the oldest here, so I'll treat you." Sun Ping'an took over the conversation. He was already 26 years old, so he didn't have the nerve to let two "little brothers" treat him.

"Okay, both of you stop arguing. I'm the host, so I have to pay for the first meal. You can treat me however you want in the future."

Chen Fan picked up the broom and continued to clean: "There are still three who haven't arrived yet. I don't know if they can get here at noon."

Chen Fan is still looking forward to this.

It is no exaggeration to say that Peking University in the 1980s was a place full of hidden talents. Picking up any two people from the playground might turn out to be the powerful leaders of the future.

"There are no three, only two left!" Xin Yingjie said.

"How do you know?" Chen Fan was surprised.

Xin Yingjie took out a rag from his luggage bag and said, "There are 63 people in our class and we have 11 dormitories. When I signed up, I asked about it and they said we can only have five people in one room."

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment. Great people are always different.

Since I have also signed up, I didn’t think too much about it. I have already understood the situation clearly. It seems that there is a reason for those who can succeed in the future.

Thinking of this, Chen Fan became even more excited.

Who will the remaining two roommates be? Will they also be great figures in the future?

PS: It’s the third update, 9,000 words. Thank you for your support, friends. Please give me some votes!

(End of this chapter)