Chapter 50: It

"Of course I'm interested—I just don't know if Brother Sen is willing to take me on?"

Zhu Xiaopeng rubbed his hands together, lowering his posture as he smiled and asked.

Chen Yansen looked at him, thinking seriously for a moment: Fox Taobao’s biggest current needs were product operations, ad placement, and customer service staff.

For example, the customer service role mainly involved answering users’ questions about rebate models, when rebates would be credited, and handling order tracking, lost orders, and replacement orders—anyone could do it.

"Can you handle customer service? Ten yuan an hour, no requirements—just normal typing speed."

Chen Yansen didn’t hesitate—he immediately agreed.

"Brother Sen, I’m also looking for a part-time job," Meng Xibo said quickly, having watched from behind.

"Come over tomorrow with Xiaopeng."

Chen Yansen nodded and readily agreed.

Tang Zhenzhe was tempted but stayed silent. His family was well-off—he didn’t have endless cash to waste, but he wasn’t short on money either; in two years, when his family’s house in the countryside was demolished, he’d become the student in Dorm 8302 with the most property.

Wang Zhengqiang’s situation was similar—both his parents were salaried workers, and he felt it wasn’t worth wasting study time on part-time work.

Although in the dorm, the thing he did most was play FIFA on his computer; the textbooks handed out to him, like Chen Yansen’s, hadn’t even been opened at the cover.

"Thank you, Brother Sen."

Meng Xibo hurried to thank him—he’d checked the notice board by the school gate and found no legitimate part-time jobs nearby.

A network admin earned 800 yuan a month, working from 10 p.m. to 7 a.m., with the perk of free internet—but staying up all night was a huge hassle.

Water delivery workers were paid per delivery—3 jiao per bucket, hauling it from the dorm entrance to the dorm manager’s warehouse; by day’s end, they were utterly exhausted—a tough job.

Laundry delivery workers were also paid per item—5 jiao per bag of clothes, each bag weighing over ten jin; even in a full morning, they couldn’t deliver many bags.

Honestly, that kind of money didn’t even cover buying steamed buns.

Compared to that, working at Chen Yansen’s Fox Taobao—sitting in front of a computer, typing for ten yuan an hour—was downright luxurious.

"Let’s go grab dinner and take a walk? I heard there’s a music evening concert on the lawn across from the Music Academy tonight."

Tang Zhenzhe, seeing their conversation end, chimed in with a smile.

"What’s the point of a music evening?" Wang Zhengqiang sneered, clearly unimpressed.

"A senior from Chinese Language said the concert is full of upperclasswomen in tank tops and short shorts—just to feast your eyes on them is worth it," Tang Zhenzhe added.

Upon hearing this, Meng Xibo immediately put on his shoes, responding to Tang Zhenzhe’s call with action.

Tank tops and short shorts?

Upperclasswomen?

Really?

"Bo-bo, wait for me!" Wang Zhengqiang, finally catching on, chased after them in his slippers.

The group laughed and chatted as they left Building 8, skipping dinner, walking straight along Xuehai Road to the front of the Music Academy building.

On the opposite lawn, a small stage of about twenty square meters had been set up, with two music department seniors adjusting equipment.

Onstage stood a girl with chestnut-brown short hair, wearing a lace tank top and a gray pleated skirt; tall and slender, her long, pale legs were especially eye-catching.

She had a sweet face, around a 7 or 8 out of 10 in looks, drawing a crowd of male students staring at her legs.

"The music department senior is so beautiful! Our literature department girls can’t compare!"

Zhu Xiaopeng commented as he watched.

"Anyone who studies art comes from a good family—she’s pretty, but probably hard to chase," Meng Xibo said, sounding like an expert.

"Zhu Xiaopeng, what did you mean just now? Why are literature department girls inferior?"

Suddenly, a voice full of indignation came from behind.

Everyone turned to see Su Meiling and her two roommates.

The speaker was a slightly chubby girl with freckles on her face, glaring angrily at Zhu Xiaopeng.

Chen Yansen smiled slightly, nodding in greeting to Su Meiling.

"Forget it, Xiao Jie, Zhu’s just joking—don’t take it seriously," Su Meiling said soothingly, her voice still soft and sweet.

Tang Zhenzhe’s eyes lit up, rushing over immediately: "You’re here for the music evening too?"

"Yes, Class Monitor Tang," Su Meiling replied politely but kept her distance.

Chen Yansen shook his head silently, thinking: Ahzhe will be single for another four years—flirting like this, saying nothing but empty nonsense, how could any relationship progress?

"Class Monitor Chen, you’re here for the music evening too?" Su Meiling, noticing Chen Yansen’s silence, took the initiative to speak.

"..."

Chen Yansen chuckled silently, glancing between her and Tang Zhenzhe: You two must’ve graduated from the same language training class—so good at chatting, you’re not afraid of dying?

"Yeah, you’re here to check out the legs too?"

Chen Yansen rolled his eyes and asked honestly—he didn’t care whether Su Meiling was here for the legs, but he definitely was.

"Brother Sen, you..." Meng Xibo stared, mouth agape, not knowing what to say.

Legs?

Su Meiling paused slightly, then, catching sight of the senior’s long, pale legs onstage, finally understood Chen Yansen’s meaning.

"So you’re all here just to stare at the senior’s thighs?" Su Meiling frowned slightly, scanning them all with clear disdain.

"Miss Su, I’m here to appreciate the music," Tang Zhenzhe immediately straightened his chest and spoke seriously.

"Class Secretary, I’m a music lover—my focus is different from Brother Sen’s," Meng Xibo quickly defended himself.

"I’m the same—I love music!" Wang Zhengqiang, lacking their boldness, couldn’t think of another excuse; after struggling for a while, he blurted out, "I’m the same!"

"Classmate Chen, your interests are rather... unusual."

Su Meiling hesitated, then stammered a reply.

"It’s no different from girls admiring guys’ abs. These thighs are long and pale—if she wore white silk stockings, it’d be perfect."

Chen Yansen spoke logically, his expression utterly serious.

Tang Zhenzhe and the others felt their heads spinning—they now believed Chen Yansen truly had no interest in Su Meiling.

White silk stockings?

Su Meiling silently noted it down; her beautiful face flushed slightly. If any other guy had said this, she’d have been annoyed—but coming from Chen Yansen, it made her secretly want to go buy a pair of white silk stockings.

"By the way, help me with something."

Chen Yansen suddenly turned to Su Meiling.

"Go ahead, I’m listening," Su Meiling felt secretly delighted—this was the first thing Chen Yansen had said to her today.

"The list of impoverished students among the girls should be finalized by now—could you ask them if they’d be willing to take a part-time job at Fox Taobao? Minimum ten yuan an hour."

Chen Yansen continued.

Guo Dongchen had privately mentioned to him before: the dean wanted Fox Taobao to hire a few impoverished students as part-timers.

Many might find it hard to believe, but in 2010’s Hui’an, many universities didn’t have enough slots for impoverished students—completely different from the situation over a decade later.

Aside from a small number of students from wealthy families, most students’ parents worked in coastal areas—or even farmed year-round.

On-campus jobs in the library and cafeteria were scarce; there weren’t enough to go around among the dozen departments.

Chen Yansen hadn’t thought much—he’d immediately agreed to Guo Dongchen, leaving the other stunned; Guo Dongchen had assumed this would be troublesome and hard to arrange, never expecting Chen Yansen to be so cooperative.

As he left, Guo Dongchen said: "As long as I’m still in the Literature Department, you won’t fail a single course."

Chen Yansen found it dismissive but didn’t argue openly—he thought: You’re leaving next year for your PhD—counting on you to protect me? When will that ever happen? The dean and the president are the big legs I need to cling to.

"Chen Yansen, I thank you on their behalf."

Su Meiling bowed slightly, speaking sincerely; she couldn’t help thinking: Chen Yansen likes staring at girls’ legs, prefers bad girls—but compared to his kindness, these seemed like minor flaws.

"Why thank me? I pay, they work for me—no need to say thanks."

Chen Yansen spoke seriously, his voice rising.

Su Meiling didn’t understand at first, but seeing his odd reaction, she quickly realized.

She smiled: "Class Monitor Chen, you’re truly a good person."

Huh!? Why are you insulting me!?

Chen Yansen felt annoyed, turning his face away, pretending not to care about Su Meiling.

Su Meiling was stunned—she didn’t know what she’d said wrong again.

Soon after, Xu Xingxing arrived with her roommate—but she didn’t say a word to Su Meiling, not even a greeting; their dorm had split into two factions.

Chen Yansen sighed inwardly: Wow, I used to hear people say a girls’ dorm could have 42 different group chats—I never believed it, but now I’m starting to.

"Want to see my ID again?"

Xu Xingxing tiptoed and whispered suggestively in Chen Yansen’s ear.

"I didn’t bring mine."

Chen Yansen was momentarily tempted, but after a moment’s thought, he politely declined.

"So Class Monitor Chen is all talk—looks like a scoundrel, but actually a good guy," Xu Xingxing pouted, whispering teasingly.

"Fine, skip the hotel—I rented a room in the faculty apartment. Come with me."

Chen Yansen couldn’t take it—he grabbed Xu Xingxing and ran toward the bed in Room 0418.

Xu Xingxing wasn’t fazed; she giggled and followed, waving goodbye to Su Meiling as they left.

"Brother Sen, where are you going? Aren’t you eating dinner?" Meng Xibo called out loudly, head raised.

"Adults’ business—kids stay out of it!" Chen Yansen turned, making a shushing gesture.

Su Meiling saw this, stomped her foot in anger, thinking: So it’s just white silk stockings? Fine—I’ll buy them!

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