I'm just a veterinarian! You've unlocked the Great Physician System!

Chapter 16 The Information Service and the Beasts Service unite to promote the century-old tradition of the Great Power!

"Hmm!"

Zhang Lingchuan's shocked expression made Song Wanqing, as if she had achieved some kind of wicked pleasure, cover her mouth and laugh, her almond-shaped eyes curving into little conch shells.

"Now I understand why Teacher Chen said we had something to talk about. It turns out she's my junior from Qinggao High School. Wanqing, are you from Qinggao High School or Qinggao No. 2 High School?"

There are three high schools in Qingxian County.

One is called Qingxian High School.

One is called Qingxian No. 2 Middle School.

There is also a school called Qingxian Ethnic High School.

However, Qingxian Ethnic High School is relatively weak; generally, students with good grades go to Qingxian High School or Qingxian No. 2 High School.

He was curious about which school the other person attended.

It's unbelievable that a female student from his hometown got into the same university as him, and even stayed there for three years, all without his knowledge! This is utterly absurd!!
These high school teachers in Qingxian County need to be criticized!
"I'm not from Qingxian County. My hometown is a small county called Jinxi in Chongqing in the southwest. Zhang Laoshi~"

Song Wanqing was no longer as reserved as before. She introduced herself with a smile and even ended with a sentence in her hometown dialect.

"You're from Chongqing, Sichuan? Then why are you studying at Renmin University in Northeast China, and coming to Qingxian for a summer internship?"

Zhang Lingchuan was shocked.

My hometown is in Sichuan.

Studying in Northeast China.

The internship was held in Qingxian County in western Lingnan Province, which is quite a large span.

"Because my new home is in Chunshi, and my aunt got married here, I came here to visit and did a summer internship. Mr. Zhang, this fermented bean curd is really good."

After tasting it, Song Wanqing suddenly realized that this Guilin fermented bean curd tasted really good.

"Right, it's not that bad, and it saves trouble too."

Zhang Lingchuan roughly understood.

My hometown is Yuzhou.

Later, he settled in Chunshi and attended a university in the city. Then, because his aunt married into Qingxian County, he moved there.

I came here for summer vacation and also did an internship at the media convergence center.

And after chatting for a couple of minutes...

He discovered that the girl wasn't as shy as he had imagined.

He's quite talkative.

Yesterday he thought she was a quiet, shy little girl.

Indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover.

"At first, I thought you were living a very difficult life, Teacher Zhang..."

Song Wanqing looked slightly embarrassed.

So she was mistaken.

"It's actually quite tough. By the way, Wanqing, Teacher Chen and the others might not come. Since it's broad daylight, we don't need reflectors or lights. We can travel light and you can just ride in my car, how about that?"

Zhang Lingchuan inquired.

There's no need to drive two cars there.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, Teacher Zhang!"

Song Wanqing nodded emphatically.

"Then it's a happy decision between us!!"

I felt less awkward communicating with a female student from the same school.

"Yes! From today onwards, our News Department and the Animal Disease Department will join forces! It is our responsibility to carry forward the century-old veterinary tradition!"

Song Wanqing clenched her small fists, her almond-shaped eyes burning with fierce fire.

"Our kind... wait, no, our beastly nature???"

Just as a surge of excitement was about to rise in his head, and the two alumni were preparing to make a big splash, Zhang Lingchuan suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Beast" sounds so strange.

"Oh! Wrong! It's the Academy of Beasts! Upholding the century-old tradition of beasts is the responsibility of every journalism student and a student of beasts!"

Song Wanqing immediately corrected her seriously.

"..."

For the first time, Zhang Lingchuan felt that this correction was worse than no correction at all. Although it was just slang used in private, why should their animal college have to bear the weight of such a word as "beast"?

Is it because the veterinary medicine discipline is declining that nicknames carry more weight?
"Teacher Zhang, let's not dwell on this minor flaw. Let's do the research first. Do you want to achieve a good ranking in this competition?"

Song Wanqing picked up another piece of Guilin fermented bean curd, then looked at Zhang Lingchuan, who was eating a steamed bun with gusto, and asked.

"That's a good question. Isn't the point of participating in a competition to get a good ranking? How can we promote the great legacy of the century-old beastly legend without a good ranking?"

I slipped up.

It should be said that it represents a great century of veterinary medicine heritage.

he wondered.

This little girl said two things yesterday.

She was quite shy when she came today.

How come the taste has completely changed in the short time it took to finish porridge and eat two pieces of Guilin fermented bean curd?

“Teacher Zhang, I’ve done some research on the top veterinarians on the list, and very few of them work alone. So if you want to get a good ranking, it’s really difficult without anyone’s help.”

Song Wanqing spoke in a very serious tone.

"so?"

Zhang Lingchuan was naturally aware of the fact that Song Wanqing had mentioned.

Don't be fooled by the fact that his antics yesterday gained him a little over two thousand followers and even landed him in the top fifty of the live stream popularity chart.

But that list was for the first day.

The live streaming competition lasts for three months. Those with a solid foundation don't bother to start streaming so early, so it's mostly small fry like them jumping around.

Furthermore, there is a very serious gap in the field of veterinary medicine.

There are only grassroots, high-level, and top-level positions; there is no middle level.

What is grassroots? It refers to bloggers with fewer than 100,000 followers.

There are very few veterinary bloggers with hundreds of thousands of followers, while there are more than 20 top veterinary bloggers with millions of followers. Almost none of them work alone, and there are even a very few veterinarians with tens of millions of followers who lead an entire team.

If they all try to get in, even with incredible luck, it will be difficult for me to squeeze into the top 30 all by myself.

"So I think you need a support person, Teacher Zhang! Leave it to me, let's join forces and create something great together!!"

Song Wanqing pushed up her black-rimmed glasses, and then her delicate face, pink hair clip, and sharp eyes looked at Zhang Lingchuan, with a blinding glint in them.

For some reason, he had a strange feeling that he was watching a detective movie and that the culprit was him.

"Forget it, Wanqing, I can't afford to hire your news department's operations team."

Zhang Lingchuan shook his head.

When he first started this project, he thought he should act within his means; there's no such thing as hiring people before you've made any money.

Besides, he was penniless, and he was still a year away from graduating from his lousy master's program. He had nothing but good looks, and was practically dirt poor.

“Master Zhang, it is the honor of every student of the Great Wall University to strive for the inheritance of the Great Wall. How can we talk about money? We should talk about love.”

Song Wanqing made a 'NONONO' gesture with her slender little hand, her almond-shaped eyes full of rejection of vulgarity.

"So noble?"

Zhang Lingchuan was a little stunned. Why was this junior girl surrounded by holy light? Something was wrong!
"Of course, alumni support each other, and I'm not managing this, I don't control Teacher Zhang's account. I'm just helping you with videos and providing some assistance in my spare time. If you don't make it into the rankings later, don't come looking for trouble with me."

Song Wanqing spoke as she ate, her gaze sharpening.

"That can't be."

People are doing things for him out of love and for free, so why would he blame them?

Looks like I really got a good deal on this bowl of porridge today.

He quickly finished the bowl of porridge and took it into the kitchen.

Time quickly came to 9:50.

Zhang Lingchuan left a large bowl of porridge for Wangcai, and the two set off in their Wuling Hongguang van.

Ten forty.

Xiapo Village, Dongpo Township.

This is their live broadcast venue today, and a small vow is taking root in Zhang Lingchuan's heart: today, no matter what, I will not treat anyone!

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(End of this chapter)