I met my whole family through Baidu Tieba.

"Was Anjia Housekeeping founded by one of your classmates?"

The father on the other end of the phone raised his voice, clearly surprised after hearing the news from Song Qingru.

Song Qingru hummed in agreement, but didn't offer any further explanation.

But no one knows a daughter better than her father. Hearing Song Qingru's reaction on the other end of the phone, her father seemed thoughtful. Given that the news was indeed unexpected, he asked, "What's your classmate's name?"

"Shen Kang".

What year are you in college this year?

"Freshman year".

"What's your major?"

"E-commerce."...

The conversation between the father and daughter at this moment was entirely one of Song Qingru answering one question from her father, without saying a single word more.

Upon hearing Song Qingru's reaction, Song's father became even more thoughtful, and he was indeed quite surprised by the news his daughter had brought.

He hadn't expected that the owner of Anjia Household Services would be a college student, and a freshman at that. It sounded utterly unbelievable, and after asking around, he couldn't help but ask again, "You're not joking with Dad, are you? Is this Shen Kang really the owner of Anjia Household Services? Did you investigate in person, or is he just saying it?"

Raising a daughter requires a lot of worry. For example, right now, Mr. Song is worried that his daughter will be deceived.

Song Qingru was speechless: "He said it himself, but he wouldn't lie about something like this, nor would he need to. Shen Kang isn't that kind of person."

Hearing his daughter defend a brat, Mr. Song felt a pang of jealousy. "You can know a person's face but not their heart..."

Song's father was actually a very rational and shrewd person, but when it came to his daughter, he was blinded by his own involvement and could not analyze the situation rationally. He subconsciously sketched out such an image in his mind: a boy with dyed yellow hair, looking like a thug, standing there constantly shaking his leg, with no proper posture.

The blond-haired man boasted to his daughter that he was the owner of Anjia Home Service, and even said to himself, "Old man, no one will steal my electric scooter if I park it downstairs, right?"

"Shen Kang is not just the owner of Anjia Household Services."

Hearing that Song's father on the other end of the phone still didn't quite believe her, Song Qingru had no choice but to say a few more words: "He did a lot of things at school too..."

Song Qingru recounted all of Shen Kang's businesses at Yangke University, from Study Room 302 all the way to Beiming Community, and also described how popular these projects were at Yangke University.

"...It's true that he's the owner of Anjia Housekeeping, but everything I just said is true. My classmates at school have all seen it and are using it."

Song Qingru concluded by saying, "Also, he personally contributed over ten thousand yuan in sponsorship fees for this autumn sports meet, making him the biggest sponsor. Oh, by the way, when I was driving back to school just now, he saw me on the road and gave me a ride. He drives a BMW 3 Series."

Fearing her father wouldn't believe her, Song Qingru had no choice but to tell him everything that could indirectly prove Shen Kang was indeed the owner of Anjia Household Services.

After listening to these things, Mr. Song on the other end of the phone became more and more surprised: his daughter spoke with such certainty that she even described in detail what kind of car the other person drove. It sounded like the other person was not an ordinary college student, nor was he the kind of person he had just imagined.

Could it be that the owner of Anjia Housekeeping is actually a college freshman?

After thinking for a while, Mr. Song felt that he should meet the boy, but how could he do it naturally...?

Suddenly, Mr. Song spoke up: "I heard from your mother that your school is going to have a sports meet?"

Although Song Qingru didn't call her father often, she frequently had long phone conversations with her mother. It was through her mother that her father learned a lot about his daughter.

Song Qingru hummed in agreement.

Mr. Song asked again, "When?"

"Tomorrow."

After learning from Song Qingru that the opening ceremony was tomorrow morning, Song's father finally said, "I'll go to your school tomorrow morning to see you..."

After talking for a while, the father and daughter finally hung up the phone.

Song Qingru also breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, she had planned to first talk to her father, and then she would act as an intermediary to lead Shen Kang to visit her father and discuss the loan.

She even felt that her father might host a family dinner at home to meet her, which would be very awkward, like something out of a brothel.

But things are better now.

According to her discussion with her father, he will come to Yang University of Science and Technology in person tomorrow.

She could arrange a setting for the two of them to talk it out themselves, and that would be the end of it. She wouldn't even need to be there the whole time, which would avoid the awkwardness.

"So, what kind of occasion should we arrange?... "

Song Qingru held her phone in her right hand and unconsciously tapped it lightly on her left palm.

As she thought about it, she had an idea and started making phone calls again...

The following morning, the sun shone brightly, and the autumn air was crisp and clear.

On the east playground of Yang-Tsing University, people were arriving one after another, gathering in small groups. Next to each gathering point, people were holding up signs that read "Class 1 of Broadcasting and Television" and "Class 1 of Mechanical Design, Manufacturing and Automation".

Some sign holders held their signs up properly; others simply stood them aside and chatted with their classmates; still others waved their signs around like Sun Wukong...

These are all freshmen.

According to the usual practice at Yang-Tsing University, freshmen are required to line up in an organized manner on the playground to listen to the speech at the opening ceremony of the sports meet.

On the stands next to the playground, many students occupied seats, chatting and laughing as they watched the freshmen below.

These are all sophomores, juniors, and seniors. They don't need to gather and line up below, and they don't even have to come; it's entirely voluntary. Those who come can simply find a place to sit in the stands.

Meanwhile, on the stands and the playground, many members of the Youth League Committee and the Student Union were busy running around making arrangements, creating a bustling scene.

"It looks the same as the day we received our military training uniforms."

Upon entering the east playground and seeing the scene, Wang Pan said the following.

They all came together from their dormitory; Shen Kang, Jin Chao, and Feng Mo were all there.

As Wang Pan spoke, he added with some emotion, "Two months have passed in the blink of an eye..." He had originally intended to express his feelings about how quickly time flies, but after noticing something that was everywhere on the field, he instantly lost his mood.

That's GG.

There were banners, signs, and flags, all in different forms, but with a unified theme: the Beiming Community.

Like a fish soaring to great heights in the Northern Sea, and a valiant warrior breaking through the waves like a Kun – Beiming Community wishes everyone great success in the competition!

Run, youth! Beiming Community will accompany you to the very end!

Unity and hard work are the hallmarks of youth; Beiming Community is a home for students—let's meet for sports and ignite our passionate youth together!

……

Besides these conventional slogans and banners, there are also many GG-style slogans, such as "If you want to make friends, go to Beiming".

In many online forums, the upcoming "If You Are the One" event is being heavily promoted, highlighting the unique features of this secondhand trading activity—that buying and selling secondhand items is not just about the circulation of goods, but also about the exchange of emotions. Your secondhand items will find someone who truly understands them.

After negotiating the sponsorship with the student union, Shen Kang began to expedite the production of these materials, and they were all set up yesterday.

"Old Shen, you've turned what should have been a sports meet into a major disaster." Wang Pan began to criticize sourly.

Shen Kang nodded, deeply agreeing. "I also think this isn't a good idea. How about this, you return my sponsorship to me, and I'll tear down all this messy stuff and give everyone a clean and tidy competition venue."

"..." Wang Pan was annoyed. He then remembered that he had personally secured this sponsorship, so he could only change his mind at the last minute: "Actually, from another perspective, your things have also added some liveliness to the competition, making it less boring and rigid."

Jin Chao watched Wang Pan's dramatic change of expression and couldn't help but laugh.

Feng Moquan stared thoughtfully at a "If You Are the One" flag not far away, then turned and asked, "Old Shen, is this 'If You Are the One' the thing you told me about the other night, about wanting me to meet more girls and asking if I dared to participate?"

He still remembers that incident.

In fact, after Shen Kang's words that day, he was even a little expectant—not that he really wanted to get to know more girls, after all, he was truly in love with Zhong Lin and had no interest in other girls. It was just that Old Shen always had a lot of tricks up his sleeve, and he wanted to see what kind of scheme Old Shen would come up with next.

Unfortunately, Old Shen has remained silent since that day.

Feng Moquan even thought that Shen Kang had just said it casually and had already forgotten about it. But unexpectedly, it seems that he actually saw something that might actually happen today.

"Yes, this is it."

Shen Kang looked at Feng Moquan and asked, "I've already registered you. You'll be the first one to participate when this event goes live. You said you'd participate if I dared to register, so you won't back out now, will you?"

"Anyone who backs down is a coward!" Feng Moquan retorted, then nervously scratched his watermelon-shaped haircut, his voice hesitant: "But you said here, 12... You don't mean I have to face 12 girls at once, do you?"

Shen Kang grinned: "Yeah, otherwise, how could it be called 'getting to get to know you better' if there were only one or two?"

Feng Moquan fell silent, feeling somewhat guilty. Mainly, the thought of facing twelve girls at once... made him nervous just thinking about it.

Wang Pan, however, was completely unaware of the affair between Feng Moquan and Shen Kang. Hearing their rambling explanation, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you two talking about?"

After obtaining Feng Moquan's consent, Shen Kang then told Wang Pan and Jin Chao about what happened that night.

After saying that, he looked at Feng Moquan and chuckled, "Old Feng, there are actually more than 12."

"If you fail in the first round and don't sell anything, that's okay. I've already planned a comeback for you, just start with a fresh batch! If you fail again this time, no problem, we'll have another revival round, and start with another batch..."

Shen Kang began to describe the bright future in great detail.

Upon hearing this, Feng Moquan became even more nervous. After all, he was already nervous about 12 people, and Shen Kang was going to add dozens more, which naturally made him even more nervous. But at the same time, he also felt a strange sense of excitement and elation.

Of course, he wasn't excited about this unconventional social event, since he wasn't interested in other girls.

This excitement and exhilaration... is a good feeling about the unknown and new! Yes, that's right, people always feel good about the unknown and new, and Feng Moquan is no exception.

Feng Moquan said this to himself.

Wang Pan, who was standing to the side, cleared his throat after hearing what Shen Kang said. "Well, Lao Shen, we're good brothers. Your website has launched this new activity, and it's still in the experimental stage, so there might be a lot of bugs. As your good brother, it's my duty to help you out. How about this, sign me up too, and I'll help you scout out the pitfalls."

"Five hundred yuan for cutting in line."

"Damn it! ...Fifty at most."

The four roommates walked and talked, looking around on tiptoe, and soon found the sign for Class 2 of E-commerce – it was on a field slightly to the left of the center of the playground.

As the four of them were walking towards that direction, Shen Kang said, "You guys go ahead," and then made a move towards the stands.

This caused Wang Pan and the other two to stop in their tracks.

"Old Shen, are you going to the restroom?"

After asking a question, Wang thought for a moment and realized that he didn't know how long he would have to stand there, so he decided to go to the toilet and relieve himself first. He then said, "Wait for me, let's go together."

Upon seeing this, Jin Chao and Feng Moquan both said they wanted to go too, and they both made a move to go to the toilet with Shen Kang.

"I'm not going to the toilet."

Shen Kang explained to the three of them, "The student council called me last night and said they had arranged a seat for me, and that I should go directly to the podium when I get to the playground today."

"..."

The three brothers froze and stopped in their tracks.

rostrum?

All three of them stared at Shen Kang's face.

Wang Pan directly denied it, "Impossible! I've already inquired before, and our school's sports meets in the past never provided special seats for sponsors!"

Wang Pan had been keeping a close eye on Shen Kang, especially after Shen Kang generously not only secured his 5,000 yuan sponsorship but also contributed an additional 7,000 yuan to the student union. Wang Pan immediately thought of something: with Shen Kang contributing so much money, wouldn't the school give him special treatment at the sports meet? For example, perhaps letting him sit on the podium at the opening ceremony, or even allowing him to give a speech!

Old Shen was speaking on the podium, and Wang Pan was standing below listening to him like a nobody... Just thinking about that scene made Wang Pan feel terrible, worse than if he were killed.