You didn't accept my confession, why are you crying because I changed my mind? - Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Teacher, I Want to Live in the Girls’ Dormitory

The groggy morning passed quickly.

Soon, it was lunchtime.

The teachers in the administrative office, as if on cue, all pulled out their phones.

By now, they had developed a habit.

Every time it was time to eat, they’d check ganfanren.com.

They used it to see if any new, high-rated restaurants had popped up nearby or to discover hidden gems on the food street that might be underrated but delicious.

“How about we try lamb spine stew today? According to ganfanren, there’s a place nearby that’s super authentic.”

“I saw that place too. Just reading the description made my mouth water.”

“Let’s go together, I’ll call and make a reservation so we don’t have to wait in line.”

The female teachers were chatting excitedly, practically drooling at the thought of the food described on the site.

Meanwhile, the director of the administrative office suddenly looked over.

What’s this ‘ganfanren’ everyone’s talking about?

Sounds like another trendy internet thing…

He’d been hearing that word tossed around a lot on campus lately.

This director’s name was Yan Weimin, a man in his fifties.

While he wasn’t exactly up-to-date with trends, he was extremely curious by nature.

“Ms. Huang, what are you all talking about?”

Teacher Huang held up her phone. “Director Yan, you don’t know this website?”

“What’s so special about a website?”

“This one compiles all the best food around campus. I check it every day before lunch.”

Director Yan raised an eyebrow.

“All the places around our campus?”

“Yep! It was made by one of our students.”

“Is it free?”

“Totally. It’s just recommendations, nothing else.”

Putting on his reading glasses, Yan Weimin gestured. “Come on, bring it over and show me.”

“Sure!”

Though she didn’t know why the director was suddenly so interested, she did as told.

He studied the website.

“This is actually well done. Tons of content, too.”

“Most students use it daily.”

He then pulled out his own phone. “Type the URL in for me. I want to check it out.”

She quickly helped him get it set up.

“Do you know who made it?”

She thought for a moment. “Not exactly. But I heard it was a freshman from the Business School.”

“A freshman? First year?”

“Yep.” Yan Weimin nodded.

“Alright. You all go have lunch.”

“Got it, Director. We’ll head out.”

The teachers had been itching to go eat lamb spine stew anyway. As soon as they got the green light, they bolted out of the office.

Meanwhile, Director Yan stayed behind, carefully browsing ganfanren.com.

Aside from being director of admin, he also managed the university’s student entrepreneurship programs.

So even if he wasn’t keen on trends, he could spot value when he saw it.

What kind of money was easiest to make? Lazy money.

People took cabs because they’re too lazy to squeeze onto a bus.

They call instead of writing letters.

They use projectors because they’re too lazy to write on a board.

The march of technology had always been driven by laziness.

Likewise, because people were too lazy to search for good food, this site had caught on so quickly.

He still wasn’t sure what this student’s game plan was.

But his gut told him that there’s definitely something behind this.

With that, he left the office and headed to the Business School.

At the time, Jiang Zhou was in an office watching otaku dance videos.

Su Nan had just gotten a new gothic-style Lolita outfit.

Black mesh, red lining, studded choker. Goth lolis might just be the most beautiful thing on Earth.

And she had learned an upgraded move to “The Touch of Love” — the Rub of Love.

Jiang Zhou was thoroughly entertained.

He even had his hand in his pocket, ready to pull out 500 yuan to send a tip.

Then his phone rang, snapping him back to reality.

It was a brief call. A professor said someone wanted to see him in the teaching building.

Confused, but curious, Jiang Zhou headed over.

As soon as he entered the second-floor reception room in the Business School building, he saw Director Yan sipping tea.

“You must be Jiang Zhou?”

“Yes, sir. That’s me. Is something the matter?”

Yan gestured to him.

“I’m Director Yan from the administrative office. Come sit, I want to talk.”

Talk?

Jiang Zhou’s brain went into overdrive.

Did Ding Yue report me? Say I flirted or threatened girls? No way… right?

But then Director Yan pulled out his phone. “You made this site, didn’t you?”

Jiang Zhou took a quick look. “Yeah, I paid someone to build it.”

“You paid to build a free site? What’s your angle?”

“To make money, of course.”

“But how can a free site make money?”

Jiang Zhou gave the director a sideways look.

Is this guy really a director? He better not be trying to steal my business model…

“What’s wrong? Afraid I’ll steal your idea?”

Jiang Zhou coughed awkwardly.

“Honestly, I want to build a food delivery platform.”

“Food delivery? What’s that?”

“Well… it works like this, and this, and this…”

Jiang Zhou explained the core of his plan, mixed in a bit of fiction and exaggerated some parts.

All in all, it sounded impressive.

Director Yan was clearly intrigued. “Is there anything the school can do to help?”

Jiang Zhou paused.

“Wait, you have the authority to help with this?”

“Administrative office handles everything school-related. That means anything.”

“That much power?!”

“If it concerns the school, it’s our business.”

Jiang Zhou instantly perked up. “I want to switch dorms. I want  to move to Building 18, Room 405, next to Feng Siruo!”

Director Yan’s face darkened. “Dream on. That’s a girls’ dorm!”

“But sir, I may look like a man, but I have the heart of a woman. It’s hard being around those stinky dudes…”

“…”

Jiang Zhou struck a flamboyant pose. “Don’t I look like a delicate flower?”

“Talk like a normal person!”

“Okay, then, I want ganfanren.com linked on the official university site!”