Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 998: 626, the 1st batch of labor force of the Agricultural College_2

“Don’t forget, he’s one of the board members, I firmly believe it has something to do with him. If you want to continue getting benefits, hurry up and sign up,” Yi Wenbo said, clicking the enrollment form on his phone and immediately starting the registration process within the post’s built-in program. The others followed suit.

Ma Jingjing was even a bit excited as he filled out the registration form.

Xiao Yu worriedly said, “But with thousands of people in a college, how can we get those benefits?”

“What are you afraid of? We’ve already made ourselves known,” Ma Jingjing said. “We definitely have an advantage over others.”

But after they completed the registration form, they saw the current number of registrants on the post was “4” and were momentarily stunned.

What’s going on, only the four of them registered?

“Is there a problem, is the webpage stuck?” Yi Wenbo wondered.

Yi Wenbo stared at the post for a long time, and finally, the number 4 changed to 6, and eventually settled at 7.

Time Traveler’s Academy has a total of four colleges, with the smallest being the Institute of Technology with over three thousand people, yet the Agricultural College… has only 7?

Perhaps everyone’s asleep now, so many people haven’t seen the post yet?

Ma Jingjing closed this post, looked outside again, and was shocked. Hundreds of posts and tens of thousands of comments were discussing this newly emerged Agricultural College.

Ma Jingjing exclaimed, “No, only we know the college was founded by Qing Chen, others don’t know. To them, isn’t going to the Agricultural College just farming? Even Kunlun said that students of the Basic Institute will have practice opportunities, they just won’t have the preferential guidance of the Extraordinary Institute. In this situation, everyone has become a Time Traveler, who would be willing to go farming?”

Yi Wenbo nodded, “Exactly, that’s our informational advantage.”

In the forum, ‘That Mage’ sarcastically posted, “Finally came to Time Traveler’s Academy, ended up in the Basic Institute which is tolerable, but going farming too? No idea what those seven registrants were thinking.”

Someone replied, “Maybe they like farming? But anyway, I don’t want to do labor work, staying in the Basic Institute is fine, I heard we can cultivate there too.”

‘That Warrior’ posted a question: “This Agricultural College is probably Principal Zheng’s psychological tactic. Students previously assigned to the Basic Institute were in an uproar, feeling like they’ve suddenly become the worst students, feeling a bit unbalanced. Now there’s something even less refined than the Basic Institute, so students there are no longer the worst. Brilliant.”

Modern students, don’t even wash a dish at home.

Now they’re being sent to plant, weed, kill insects, fertilize, in weather conditions of all kinds. Which student would be willing to do such things?

Even if the Basic Institute doesn’t teach high-end skills, it’s still better than hard labor, right?

Especially for the girls, the thought of being tanned under the sun makes them back off.

Ma Jingjing and the others looked at the posts in the forum, laughing joyfully.

As if they alone were sober in a world of drunkards.

Agricultural College, low-end? Once you know what’s being grown there, and who the dean is, you’ll probably regret it.

Gradually, the academy forum started speculating who the seven fools that signed up were, but it was mere speculation, impossible to confirm.

At this moment, Zard was sitting in his dorm room, frantically clicking the registration button.

No matter how he tried, the system repeatedly prompted, “You have been rejected.”

Zard: “?”

He called Qing Chen in despair, “What’s going on, boss? Turning your back on me now? I contributed to White Night, shed blood! You can’t treat me like this!”

Qing Chen calmly replied, “You’re a specially appointed teacher at the Agricultural College, what are you mixing with the students for?”

Zard instantly switched to joy, “Boss, you’re generous!”

The storm around the Agricultural College gradually subsided, students went to sleep, as tomorrow was the first day of classes, and going with panda eyes wouldn’t do.

It was around 4 a.m. when.

Enrollment numbers suddenly jumped from 7 to 8.

In the dead of night, some people couldn’t sleep.

Ma Jingjing asked from his bed, “Hey, Wenbo, why do you think the Agricultural College’s bar is set for seniors and above to enroll?”

Yi Wenbo responded without hesitation, “By senior year, foundational subjects are mostly covered. Generally, there’s little new to learn in the third year, just reviewing. So, the big guy probably wants students joining the Agricultural College to have a comprehensive foundation.”

Ma Jingjing nodded, “Makes sense.”

Meanwhile, Nan Gengchen also asked Qing Chen on his phone, “Chen bro, why set the senior bar, is it for us to join?”

Qing Chen, “No, you guys shouldn’t join, just attend classes well in the Extraordinary Institute, White Night’s eggs shouldn’t be in one basket. I set it this way simply because students below senior year aren’t even 17 or 18 yet, how would they have the strength to work?”

Nan Gengchen: “…”

At this time, Qing Chen, along with the drowsy Jinguji Maki and Li Tongyun, were standing not far from the main teaching building, planning the blueprint for the Agricultural College.

Seated on a rocky outcrop, he took out a sketchpad and began sketching with a pencil, “This is the watchtower… this is the battlement, this here is the city wall…”