Résurrection de cadavres

Chapitre 8

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Xu Haibing was so frightened by the "big yellow-headed" thief last night that he stayed at home for several days, unable to recover. This morning, the class monitor with the round face called to tell him that the school had begun to strengthen the management of the on-the-job postgraduate class. He would be penalized with a certain number of credits if he missed class without a reason, and would even be expelled. Only then did he slowly ride his old bicycle, which he had deliberately chosen to avoid the thief's attention, to the school.

Upon arriving at the school gate, he saw a brightly colored paper arch above the main entrance, emblazoned with the words "Warmly Congratulate the Opening of the First Student Art Festival of the New Campus of Lianyungang University." As he cycled into the school, a cheerful and lively atmosphere immediately enveloped him.

In the newspaper booths and along the roads, students' calligraphy, paintings, photography, crafts, and other works are on display. Students are gathered in small groups, discussing and voting on their creations. Over there, on the playground and in the auditorium, some are practicing choir, some are rehearsing plays, and some are dancing, with music rising and falling in waves.

"Stop, stop!" The chubby security guard stopped Xu Haibing, whose eyes were darting around, on the side of the road, letting a group of boys who were running out of breath pass by.

Xu Haibing asked, "What kind of competition is this?"

"you guess."

"An intramural marathon?"

"I knew you wouldn't guess. Let me tell you, this is to tire out the silly boy, haha."

"Oh? So there's someone even dumber than you in school?"

"These are all examples. The school wants to form a football team, and too many people have signed up. What to do? Make them run around the campus like idiots until only 15 people remain."

"That's a good idea. Was it the skinny director of the Party Office who came up with it?"

"Oh, look—" The chubby security guard gestured to the side. Xu Haibing looked in that direction and saw a girl with dark eyebrows and bright eyes cheering on a boy running a short distance away. He asked, "Who is she?"

"Her surname isn't He or Xu, it's Guo. She's the newly elected student council president, Guo Qinqin. She's the one who organized the arts festival and established the football team. That's what you call a new broom sweeping clean. And this first one…"

As the chubby security guard was speaking, he saw a boy, exhausted from running, staggering and falling sideways down the road. Without saying a word, he opened his arms and caught him. However, due to the momentum, the two of them fell onto Xu Haibing and his broken bicycle, who couldn't dodge in time...

In the lecture hall, Director Shou was standing on the podium taking attendance of the MBA training class:

"...Director Wu Shouyi!"

The students below answered, "Here."

"Secretary Liu Yao!"

"arrive."

...

In the hallway outside the classroom, Xu Haibing, with some scratches on his face and some stains on his clothes, was carrying books in a food packaging bag and looking rather dejected.

He walked to the classroom door and saw a young woman in a light gray suit, tall and broad-shouldered, with a sallow complexion, pacing back and forth with her head down, holding a folder of lecture notes. He couldn't help but glance at her again.

At that moment, the thin director in the classroom was calling out Xu Haibing's name: "Xu Haibing, Section Chief...Secretary!"

After a brief pause, two people, one inside and one outside the classroom, simultaneously answered, "Here!"

The thin director looked up curiously, glancing at the students pretending to answer the questions below, and then at Xu Haibing who was walking in, which made the students burst into laughter.

The thin director remained calm and continued calling out names: "Fang Hongjian, County Magistrate Fang!"

Someone still answered, "Here!"

"Chairman Su Wenwan!"

Someone still answered, "Here!"

The thin director pointed again: "Director Zhao Benshan!"

Someone below was about to answer when they immediately spat it out.

The thin director slowly raised his head and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Is Director Pan Changjiang still here?"

The trainees suddenly realized what was happening and burst into laughter again. The thin director couldn't help but laugh as well.

The young woman standing outside the door peeked into the classroom, looking puzzled. The thin director noticed her and waved to her, "Teacher Zhang, come in, come in. Look at me, I almost forgot about you." The young woman walked into the classroom, looking a little flustered.

The thin director gestured for everyone to quiet down: "Let me explain first. Our handsome young lecturer, Mr. Liu, who taught our last two computer classes, has married a foreign female teacher hired by our school and officially immigrated to Canada last week. This isn't surprising; with globalization of the economy, globalization of marriage is a natural consequence. From now on, computer classes will be taught by Ms. Zhang Wen. Ms. Zhang is a newly hired teacher at our school. Although she lacks teaching experience, as a technical backbone with many years of experience in computer research, she possesses strong professional knowledge and I believe she will gradually gain everyone's favor and affection. Oh, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, Zhang..." The teacher is still unmarried, and saying she likes someone could easily lead to ambiguity… As you all know, UNESCO recently redefined illiteracy, defining modern illiteracy as the inability to recognize modern information symbols and charts, and the inability to use computers for information exchange and management. This not only raises the level of illiteracy but also dynamically defines the boundary between talent and illiteracy. Those of you here are all leaders or future leaders; the importance of mastering computer languages and operating skills, and continuously improving yourselves as computer technology develops, is self-evident. Okay, I won't say any more. Teacher Zhang, please begin the lesson!

Before Zhang Wen could even speak as he stepped onto the podium, the thin director continued, "Oh, I must emphasize the issue of discipline again. Chairman Mao taught us long ago: 'Strengthen discipline, and the revolution will be invincible.' Without strong discipline as a guarantee, we could not have successfully completed this arduous and urgent learning task. I hope everyone will cherish this rare opportunity for learning and improvement, deeply understand the strategic intent of the Provincial Party Committee and Provincial Government in organizing this MBA training program, and consider this learning within the broader international and domestic context, within the overall framework of the Party Committee and Government's central work and the grand goal of building a high-quality cadre team. We must approach this learning with a more proactive attitude." "Alright. Following the requirements of Secretary Meng's speech at the opening ceremony, you must, in principle, detach yourselves from your work units during the school term and live and eat on campus. This will allow you to focus, settle down, eliminate distractions, and overcome difficulties to concentrate on your studies. A good drum doesn't need a heavy hammer; you are all cadres from provincial and municipal party and government organs, some even leading cadres. Your party spirit, ideological awareness, and abilities are all stronger than mine. I believe you will all work diligently, without absences, truancy, lateness, or early departures, ultimately delivering a result that satisfies the provincial party committee, pleases the people, and puts yourselves at ease! Okay, I won't say any more. Please let Teacher Zhang begin the lesson."

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Having said enough, the thin director stepped down from the podium, signaled Zhang Wen to begin his lecture, and then, with an obsequious air, waved to the several students sitting in their seats, exuding an air of officialdom, before leaving the classroom.

Just as Zhang Wen was about to speak, the thin director poked his head in again and blurted out, "If you have any difficulties in your studies or life, or any suggestions you may have, please feel free to come to me. I will do my best to be your orderly and service provider."

Everyone should applaud and send him off; stop nagging and leave quickly.

Seeing that the thin director had indeed left, Zhang Wen moistened his lips and timidly began his lecture:

"Hello students. Today, we'll continue from where we left off last time with the second lecture: the functions, structure, and classification of computer networks."

She turned around and wrote on the blackboard, the chalk writing getting higher and higher, until finally she had to stand on tiptoe to reach it.

Laughter erupted in the classroom.

Zhang Wen realized he had made a fool of himself, his face flushed, and he simply picked up the blackboard eraser to wipe away the crooked words and began to rewrite them.

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The dark night sky was dotted with only a few stars blinking sleepily.

The desolate wilderness, the old, withered locust tree, the student dormitory building D, and the back window of room 407 silently emitting a faint blue light...

The room was dark, and Xu Haibing was browsing Shen Daxing's folder on the computer.

He opened the series of documents titled "Student Council" one by one, and the document titles appeared on the screen one after another—

"Lianyungang University New Campus Direct Election Student Union Organization Implementation Plan"

"Feasibility Study Analysis of Implementing Directly Elected Student Unions Under the Current Circumstances"

"Design of Work Flow in the Publicity and Mobilization Phase"

Mobilization Speech

Campaign speech

"Selected Statement"

Student Union Constitution

...

Xu Haibing couldn't help but admire the complete and meticulous design of the plan.

He pulled up the "Elected Statement" and browsed through the catchy, passionate words—

"...Thank you to all my dear classmates for your kindness and trust, giving me this stage to hone my abilities, showcase my talents, and serve the school and everyone. Although my abilities are limited, and despite the challenges and pressures, I have no choice but to step forward without hesitation and fulfill my responsibilities! I will cherish this opportunity, with an open and honest heart, to do my utmost, fulfilling my duties diligently and without slackening; I will strive hard, with heroic spirit, to innovate, to dare to think and act, and to never give up! I know that everyone has high expectations for the student union's work in this new era. How to transform the student union from its original role as student leaders into a service and rights defender that is close to and represents the students—these are new challenges to overcome; how to seek benefits for the students, do practical things for the students, and share the same breath and destiny with the students—these are new prospects to open up..."

At some point, a female voice reciting in sync faintly sounded in Xu Haibing's ears.

At first, he thought it was a hallucination and didn't pay attention. But after listening more closely, he confirmed it was a real sound. He immediately got up, quietly opened the back window, and the sound became clearer, obviously coming from the back window of room 507 above.

"...I firmly believe that with the diligent nurturing of my respected teachers and the support and help of so many classmates, I will only experience joy, not sorrow, on this stage! I will only soar, never fall! Listen, the bells of the new century are so resounding, the music of the new era is so magnificent, how can we, the new generation of college students, not be filled with lofty aspirations and surging passion! Let us set sail now, hand in hand, for a bright future for all of us, for a more vibrant tomorrow for the new campus of Lianyungang University—our common home..."

Xu Haibing was astonished: the content he recited was exactly the same as the content displayed on the screen!

He hurriedly went over, picked up the room phone, dialed the number for room 507 given to him by the female dormitory manager, and then strained his ears—

Sure enough, the phone rang immediately in room 507, and the recitation stopped.

A moment later, Xu Haibing felt someone pick up the phone. She held her breath and remained silent, while the other person also remained silent. They remained in a stalemate in the darkness...

Just then, soft footsteps sounded in the corridor!

Xu Haibing immediately hung up the phone and tiptoed closer to the door to listen.

The footsteps stopped and started intermittently, finally coming to a halt in front of his dormitory room!

Xu Haibing went into high alert and quietly picked up the bundle of rope...

Thump! The door was bumped lightly, and Xu Haibing tensed up the rope.

Suddenly, the indoor telephone rang loudly!

Those outside could clearly hear a series of thumping footsteps as someone fled.

Xu Haibing quickly went over, grabbed the microphone, and said "hello" twice, but there was no response.

He put down the receiver and was about to open the door to chase after the person when the phone rang again. He picked it up again and said "hello, hello" several times, but still no sound. Frustrated, he slammed the receiver down, but just as he reached the door—

The phone rang for the third time!

This time, he couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed the microphone and yelled, "Are you even human?! If you keep messing around, I'm calling the police!"

A sweet, feminine voice came from the other end: "Sir, this is the 112 telephone fault control center. We sincerely apologize for the system malfunction that occurred about ten minutes ago, affecting your call. The problem has now been resolved, but we would appreciate your assistance in testing the system to see if it works properly..."

Xu Haibing had no choice but to say, "Okay."

Female voice: "Please press the keys on your phone from 1 to 0."

Xu Haibing pressed the keys on the phone from 1 to 0.

Female voice: "Thank you, please press it again to confirm."

Xu Haibing pressed it again.

Female voice: "Alright, sir, perhaps you disagree, perhaps you feel wronged, but we must solemnly tell you that, according to testing, your IQ is 0!"

Xu Haibing was both amused and exasperated. He hung up the phone and went to open the door, only to find a small business card tucked under the door. He picked it up, shone his flashlight on it, and was even more dumbfounded.

An advertisement card for "hymen repair".

He lay down on the bed helplessly, closed his eyes, and a series of hypothetical scenarios involuntarily popped into his mind—

Late at night, Shen Daxing was secretly plotting with a female college student in this room to run for student council...

A girl's advances towards Shen Daxing were rejected...

Shen Daxing was reprimanded for forcibly kissing a girl...

The hideous, terrifying yellow head slowly descended from the building and stopped at the window. Shen Daxing, who was browsing the internet, glanced at it unintentionally and fell to the ground in fright!

...

The sudden ringing of the telephone jolted Xu Haibing awake! He groggily picked up the phone: "Hmm..."

A female voice came through the phone again: "Sir, this is the 112 obstacle avoidance center..."

Xu Haibing instantly woke up, sitting bolt upright, his anger blazing: "Get out of here!"

This time, the other end was a woman's voice, serious yet gentle: "Sir, I think you must have misunderstood. I am indeed from the 112 fault reporting center. We just received a call from your number reporting a problem. We provide timely repair service 24 hours a day."

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