Friday.
Wang Dachui had joined a part-time job group, hoping to earn some extra cash over the weekend, but he had been looking for a long time without finding anything suitable.
Suddenly, he thought of Shen Qiao. He could not help glancing over and asking, "Male celebrity, has your fever gone down?"
"It went down ages ago. I just still have a bit of a cold."
Shen Qiao sat on his bed with a wad of tissue stuffed into one nostril to block the congestion.
Catching a cold during the change of seasons was perfectly normal. Shen Qiao had been among the first to catch one—and among the worst affected.
"Male celebrity, do you have any channels for part-time jobs? Introduce me to a few. I want to make some money working part-time."
"Part-time jobs? What kind?"
Luo Ye suddenly walked in from outside the dorm, asking with a curious expression.
"Why are you back again? Is this your house?"
Wang Dachui shot Luo Ye a glance.
Recently, Luo Ye had been returning to the dorm quite often. His bed was down to just the wooden boards, now piled with the miscellaneous belongings of the other three.
"What could I do? My wife is filling in for classes, and freshmen have a lot of classes. Whenever I'm the only one in the Family Building, I come find you guys."
With that, Luo Ye looked at Wang Dachui and asked, "What part-time job were you just talking about?"
"Well, third-year students have fewer classes, and there's nothing to do during breaks, so I wanted to find a part-time job."
Hearing this, Shen Qiao looked at his phone and asked, "What kind of job are you looking for?"
"Handing out flyers and stuff like that," Wang Dachui said after some thought.
"Would