2700: C2700 All the Ladies Were Professionals

C2700 All the Ladies Were Professionals

She wasn't my boyfriend, so Faang Xue didn't say it out loud.1

Because of some undisclosed relationships, she had made an agreement with Gong Qingyu and the other girls that she would not publicly make Lee Yun her boyfriend or boyfriend in school. She did not want to cause bad consequences and affect her college life.

After all, they were all the girlfriends of a boy. It would not be good if news of this got out. The boys would be envious, and the girls would reject them.

However, as long as they did not choose to make it public, it did not matter as long as they said Li Yun was pursuing them.

"Uh. "

Lee Yun tasted the awkward situation of "one monk drinking water and three monks drinking water without any water. " It would be troublesome to have too many close friends. For example, right now.

"Hehe, junior brother, you're really thinking of nothing again, right? It's giving Senpai a headache ~"

Su Muxin was addicted to pretending to be a senior. She looked at Lee Yun with a flirtatious gaze. The meaning was obvious.

After all, it had been more than two weeks since they last saw each other. She wanted to call him daddy again.

Xiao Mingzhu could not stand the weird looks from the people around her and quickly changed the topic, "Lee Yun, did you also apply to the Ji Department?"

Gong Qingyu and the other girls immediately looked at Lee Yun.

For some reason, when the girls applied for the school, they deliberately hid from each other and did not let Lee Yun say it out. Everyone applied for the school according to their own wishes and no one knew who applied for the major.

Other than Lee Feng and Zhao Tianfeng who clearly indicated that they were not studying in Zhonghai University, Lee Yun, Faang Xue, Xiao Mingzhu and Gong Qingyu's majors were all unknown.

"Yes, I am Ji Ke. "

Lee Yun nodded and said, "Everything I learn is the same, so I chose a popular major to feel the atmosphere of the university. Plus, I am also familiar with computers, so it will be very convenient for me to skip classes in the future. "

The surrounding people . . . ""

As expected of the national top scorer in the college entrance examination. Was this human language?

But it also made sense.

More than ten years ago, the popular major was biochemistry, mechanical manufacturing, and construction. But now, these industries had long declined. Biology was even termed as the "most popular subject in the 22nd century," because when the 21st century came, the media was spreading that the 21st century was a biological era. In the end, after the people who applied for biosciences finished their studies, they realized, my ass. . . If I can't even find a job, trash creatures will ruin my life.

As a result, biochemistry was known as the most popular profession in the 22nd century. It meant that after a hundred years, biology would improve.

The current universities were undoubtedly the most popular computer science and technology (the most orthodox computer science major), digital media technology, art (video editing, 3D production, visual related everything), software engineering, and so on.

These majors benefited from the increase in the number of netizens and became the most popular industry.

In layman terms, it was the most profitable industry.

After 211 and 985 were built, they could only get about 7,000 to 8000 salary. However, for computer science departments in the same school, the starting salary was 16,000. The annual salary was 16,18, which was more than 4 months of salary!

Even for third-rate undergraduate students in the computing department, as long as they found a job, the starting salary would be more than 6K.

Therefore, the current computing department of the university was definitely the department with the most people in the whole school, perhaps not one of them.

"Is it the Calculator Department?" Faang Xue bit her lips and looked at it with resentment. "I knew you would not choose finance!"

"Ah? Xue , you are from finance?"

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