Listening to Jiang Yiren's description of the composition of the Youth Class, Song Guanchao suddenly felt uninterested, and sighed, realizing that the political circle is ultimately about social connections.

Ability is secondary; it cannot be prioritized.

Relationships, connections, and background are what truly matter.

After dinner, Jiang Yiren took him to the dormitory, just in time to encounter the coordinator of the training class coming to register the attendees.

Jiang Yiren held his arm: "This is Teacher Yu, quickly go register."

Song Guanchao walked over: "Hello, Teacher Yu. I'll register myself."

Teacher Yu, in his forties, stood under 1.7 meters tall, with a smile naturally radiating warmth that made people feel close.

"Name."

"Song Guanchao."

"Are you Song Guanchao?"

Teacher Yu smiled and looked him over, seemingly already aware of this name.

Coincidentally, the crowd nearby also heard this name and took a few more scrutinizing glances.

Evidently, they were not unfamiliar with Song Guanchao's name.

After registration was complete, Teacher Yu handed him a pass: "Don't lose it."

Then he arranged a room for him.

Although male and female students lived separately, they were on the same floor.

Mainly because there were very few female students in the Youth Class; Song Guanchao saw less than five.

Their ages were generally not very large.

Song Guanchao suddenly remembered that the Youth Class seemed to have age requirements.

The county-level training class apparently had an age cap of 32.

He wondered if he was mistaken.

"We're living quite close." Jiang Yiren pointed to the room opposite him: "I live here."

"It is indeed close."

Pushing open the door, the room was directly opposite.

Song Guanchao opened the door and took a look around the room.

It resembled a hotel layout, all single rooms, quite private.

After settling his belongings, Song Guanchao suddenly thought of something and went next door to knock.

Jiang Yiren opened the door, looking at him curiously.

Song Guanchao asked: "During non-training times, can we go out freely? Would occasionally not coming back overnight have any impact?"

"Are you going to see Liang Jiajia?"

"Yeah." This was nothing to hide.

He was a man with normal needs, and with a girlfriend, why not go see her?

Jiang Yiren said: "It's best to hold back, you should stay at the party school most of the time and not run around. Because the Youth Class is a full-time study, generally, except for special cases, students are not allowed to take long leaves or go out."

"Is it that troublesome?"

Song Guanchao regretted joining the Youth Class a bit.

The training was three-month-long!

Song Guanchao thought of another option: "Can family members come inside then?"

"..." Jiang Yiren was silent for a few seconds, then nodded: "Yes."

As long as that's fine, it seems the training class is quite humane.

He just checked the room and it was quite spacious, the soundproofing should be good too.

At worst, he'd be quieter.

Jiang Yiren couldn't help saying: "Can't you hold back?"

"Why should I?" Song Guanchao said: "It's a normal need... You've forgotten, you don't have a boyfriend."

Jiang Yiren's face darkened.

At that moment, a young man walked up: "Song Guanchao?"

They both looked at him.

The young man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a decent appearance and figure, he smiled and extended his hand: "Changyun City, Cheng Xiang."

"Hello."

Song Guanchao smiled and shook his hand; this was the first time someone had proactively befriended him.

"I've arranged for a few students to go out for a stroll, want to join us for some fresh air and get to know each other?"

This statement was addressed to both Song Guanchao and Jiang Yiren.

Jiang Yiren didn't respond immediately, instead she looked at Song Guanchao.

Cheng Xiang instantly understood that Jiang Yiren regarded Song Guanchao as the leader.

He nodded, and Jiang Yiren followed.

Conversely, if he didn't go, Jiang Yiren wouldn't go either.

He knew Song Guanchao but wasn't acquainted with Jiang Yiren.

Looking at this now, the beautiful woman also seemed to be from Lingjiang, here for training.

While observing Song Guanchao and Jiang Yiren, Song Guanchao was also observing him.

Everyone reported in today, yet this person swiftly made contact with a number of students and organized them for a walk.

This person's organizational skills were commendable, and his diplomatic abilities strong too.

"I'll go change clothes." Song Guanchao nodded with a smile.

Jiang Yiren also responded affirmatively.

Cheng Xiang said: "Let's meet outside the lobby in twenty minutes."

Song Guanchao went back and changed into jeans and a short-sleeve T-shirt.

When he stepped out, Jiang Yiren coincidentally opened her door.

She dressed similarly to Song Guanchao, in jeans paired with a T-shirt, with even the colors matching, making them look like they were in a couple's outfit.

Having seen her frequently in business attire, the sudden switch to casual attire made Song Guanchao find her stunning.

The tight jeans accentuated a youthful and beautiful silhouette, her chest buoyant like ripe fruits on a branch.

A simple ponytail tied with an elastic band exposed a smooth forehead and pretty oval face, with gentle contours spotlessly perfect like from a painting.

Jiang Yiren noticed his fleeting distraction and subtly straightened her posture.

Along the way, several room doors opened, revealing men and women in their late twenties to early thirties.

Men stopped to admire Jiang Yiren, entranced by her charm.

Women were drawn to Song Guanchao's tall and masculine presence.

Arriving at the lobby, Cheng Xiang was already waiting.

Besides him, there were three or four other people.

In conversation at the moment.

Seeing the two approaching, they looked over and predictably their eyes were fixed on Jiang Yiren.

Except Cheng Xiang.

Earlier, Song Guanchao noticed Cheng Xiang stood out among other men; seeing Jiang Yiren, he lacked the typical piggy look.

Whether intentional restraint or out of familiarity with beauties, at least he didn't invoke discomfort, his sense of propriety was good.

"Let me introduce everyone." Cheng Xiang said: "This is District Chief Song Guanchao from Tongchi District, Lingjiang City."

"This is Jiang Yiren, Director of the Secretary Department of the City Committee, Secretary to Secretary Qu."

During the wait, Cheng Xiang specifically learned about Jiang Yiren.

"District Chief Song, I've heard a lot about you."

They were not unfamiliar with Song Guanchao's name.

His achievements over the past year were impressive.

Song Guanchao modestly shook hands with them, fortunately, there were not many; he could remember all their names.

During the pleasantries, more people came over continuously.

Song Guanchao unwittingly furrowed his brow, feeling that the number of people was perhaps a bit excessive.

At night with over ten people walking on the main road, it was quite noticeable.

Moreover, the more people, the higher the potential for problems.

In case someone among them couldn't resist the boredom and decided to seek pleasure during the walk, and got caught by the police, it would certainly become quite the issue.

It's not paranoia; such probabilities are significantly high within these types of training programs.

After all, they would be staying here for the next three months.

And on the first day, influenced by the new environment, such actions are easily done.

Especially considering these people, most at the director level and commonly deputy directors, were quite familiar with places like clubs.

Just as Song Guanchao hesitated to find an excuse to decline, Cheng Xiang said: "Everyone's here, let's go. I've booked a tea room, let's meet through tea."

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