Even when renting out, there are strict requirents for tenants.
It’s only because He Jingtian is a student of this school and indeed faces difficulties that he’s able to rent the most suitable house in the shortest ti.
Everything seems like a fair transaction, yet it’s also the school’s way of taking care of him!
"Doing part-ti work? Won’t it affect your studies?"
The counselor was a bit worried and quickly asked.
"No, I’ve self-studied multiple foreign languages; I can translate for publishing houses or foreign trade companies!"
He Jingtian quickly responded, "I’ll use my spare ti to do this, and it won’t interfere with my studies!"
"Doing translation work? You, you self-studied multiple foreign languages?"
University is different from high school; even the counselor can’t know students as thoroughly as a high school horoom teacher would.
The counselor at most knows that He Jingtian cos from a remote mountain village, has good grades, and gets along well with classmates.
Other than that, the counselor doesn’t know much.
However, it’s common for university students who love learning to minor in other majors or learn additional skills during their ti at S University.
But, multiple foreign languages?
How many constitutes multiple?
Two languages? Three, or four?
"Yes, I’m proficient in English, French, German, Spanish, and Japanese, reaching the level of onsite interpretation!"
He Jingtian stated calmly, not boastful but full of confidence.
The counselor’s mouth is agape, "Five, five foreign languages?"
That’s too exaggerated. Even truly excellent students from the foreign language departnt may not reach such a level.
He Jingtian is a student of the biology departnt, and he often writes articles, making him a minor celebrity there.
"Yes, if the teacher doesn’t believe it, you can test !"
With a confident smile, He Jingtian earnestly said.
Counselor:... I only know English, how could I test you?
However, thinking about how He Jingtian wants to earn money through translation, and the counselor having connections in this area, she wanted to see what He Jingtian’s skills are like.
She hurriedly found a teacher from the foreign language departnt, a teacher who studied in the UK, proficient in English and Spanish, definitely qualified to be He Jingtian’s examiner.
"...Amazing! Completely no issues with grammar and pronunciation; anyone who didn’t know might think Student He lived in those countries."
"The key is those highly specialized terms that Student He uses so fluently; knowing that even so native speakers without professional knowledge might not know these terms."
This teacher responsible for examining He Jingtian was very excited, chatting with He Jingtian in English while praising him to the counselor.
Counselor: "So, Student He Jingtian can do translation work?"
"Absolutely no problem! Wait? Does Student He want to take so translation jobs? Perfect, I have so right here!"
The foreign language teacher, catching the hint, imdiately enthusiastically helped He Jingtian find work.
He Jingtian:... It’s going too smoothly!
Having returned to school for less than a day, the housing problem is solved, and a money-making opportunity is secured.
During the exchange between He Jingtian, the counselor, and the foreign language teacher, Mrs. He remained silent the whole ti.
Hearing the foreign language teacher’s standard London accent, a touch of confusion and daze flashed in Mrs. He’s eyes, and she couldn’t help but utter a few words.
However, her voice was too low, and hiding in the corner, the few people discussing intensely did not hear.
But Mrs. He’s muddled gaze briefly cleared up, yet quickly, she sunk into inexplicable fear.
She trembled all over, seemingly afraid of rembering sothing.
It’s an instinctive reaction, as if she were terrified of waking up from being hurt, not daring to regain clarity.
The clarity lasted only a mont, but since there was no harm this ti, Mrs. He didn’t beco frantic.
Her entire emotional change didn’t attract anyone’s attention, as if nothing had happened.
However, so things did change, but including Mrs. He, no one noticed.
The next day, He Jingtian is still busy.
He went back to the dorm to retrieve bedding, clothes, textbooks, and various daily items, then ran to the staff dormitory to handle rental procedures.
The rent isn’t high nor low, 260 yuan per month, which in the early 1990s, where average salary was less than five hundred yuan, was considered a substantial expense.
Fortunately, He Jingtian still had so money; his ho land had been sublet, and his real father saved up so money, leaving him so after the funeral.
All added up, He Jingtian had 1,300 yuan.
Having paid three months of rent, bought so daily supplies, and with yesterday’s dical expenses, He Jingtian still had six hundred yuan left.
This money should be enough to last until He Jingtian earns his first pay.
Looking at the newly tidied house, then at his real mother, who although not entirely clear-headed, wasn’t causing a commotion, He Jingtian suddenly felt that the future might not be so difficult.
He didn’t realize, over the past two days, he seldom thought about the Su Family and stopped dwelling on rebirth adventures.
Now, he only wants to earn money well, heal his real mother’s illness, then beco a true winner in life...
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