Chapter 236 You're Just Too Sad

So, it was a former student who had taken Professor Yao’s course who sent the box of mooncakes to his home. After graduation, the student joined the company.

So, it was Professor Yao's wife who accepted the box of mooncakes with the most sincere trust in young students and with gratitude and respect for a student.

So, it was an unintentional mistake on the part of his wife.

"No, this is not her unintentional mistake. A kind person can never have such a vicious heart. Kindness cannot guess darkness. Even if she is framed for this, it is not her fault."

What happened to her later?

"Professor Yao and his wife had a deep love for each other. Over the years, he was grateful for his wife's understanding and tolerance. So he had not planned to tell his wife about this matter."

“But she still knew.”

When the old lady heard the news, she was at a loss for a moment. What made her sad was not that Professor Yao was framed, nor was it her own carelessness.

Instead, he fell into the trap and Professor Yao became the victim.

"She was on her way home from the vegetable market, and was in a hurry, trying to find the box of mooncakes and return it to the owner. When she passed the intersection, she was walking too fast and didn't see the oncoming vehicles."

then.

"Bang!"

That was the sound of another world shattering.

What were you doing at that time.

“I’m learning.”

You didn't do anything at that time.

“I’m busy applying.”

You didn't know anything at that time.

"No one told me about this dirty thing. All the information was buried underwater and I knew nothing."

But you know. You know one thing.

——That is, you didn’t use the recommendation letter given to you by the old professor after all.

The application fee for a school is $100, plus sending the transcript costs several hundred RMB. You don't have enough money to send letters from old professors to schools that you didn't originally plan to apply to, or to schools that you wanted to apply to but were worried that his recommendation letters would not be strong enough.

At the end of winter, you walk out of the library. Until then, you are nervous and anxious, waiting for the results, and you are anxious. All your hair fell out at your study desk over the winter. Everyone's background looks so competitive. Some people have a father who is their mentor, some people have patents that they bought with money, but you only have yourself. Some of them failed to apply for a doctorate, so they went to other prestigious universities and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to study for a master's degree first. And you, have nothing.

If you apply for a doctorate, you will have to give up the guaranteed admission to graduate school, and you have no way out.

You feel a little sour in your stomach. But today the milk tea in the library supermarket is on sale. You took a sip and thought it was okay. When you walk out of the library, you feel that the sky is not so gray and the air is not as cold as ice. You suddenly feel like you can ride your bike around school and do some of the things you're supposed to do at your age, like sprint through the air, that kind of thing.

Then, you heard...

"Bang!"

Security quickly cordoned off that location, didn't they?

"yes."

The students were crowded around that area, forming three layers inside and three layers outside. You didn't actually see anything, did you?

"yes."

But you still know who is lying there. Because everyone was talking and screaming.

It was like two loud "bangs" that shattered the worlds of two people, but the big world remained safe and sound.

You start to feel a sour feeling in your stomach. Even though the milk tea is sweet and greasy, it sticks in your throat like a mouthful of phlegm. Just then, your phone vibrates.

You received an email. It comes from your dream school.

It begins with “Congratulations.”

You once thought that at this moment, you would be ecstatic, you would jump up, you would open your circle of friends that you only open once in a century, send screenshots, tell everyone the secret of your success, and thank all the bosses who have helped you on your growth path. But at that moment, the first thing that came to your mind was the simplest thing that should have been revealed, outside of the bright future.

In your application to this school, you used three letters of recommendation.

The first one is from your boss. The second letter is from your big boss. The third letter is from your boss during your summer research abroad.

At that moment, you finally feel extremely nauseous, the sky turns gray, and the earth spins.

You bent down and spat out a lot of sour water in front of this rare victory.

Ning Mingmei was standing in the corridor again. The warm corridor is so long that it seems to have no end. Ning Mingmei walked slowly in the corridor. At the end, he saw a room.

Ning Mingmei's family background is average. As an adopted son, he became an orphan after his adoptive mother passed away. Even with a scholarship from the school, he couldn't fully cover his expenses.

Until the boss suddenly applied for a generous corporate scholarship for him.

Until he met with representatives of the company that was offering the scholarship.

"I heard that you were Professor Yao's student before?"

"Professor Yao passed away."

"No one wants to do that. Alas...how could a good thing turn out like this? No one wants things to go to such an extreme. Who doesn't want to be peaceful?" the man sighed.

“…”

"I heard that Professor Yao asked you to go there and take some things away before leaving school. What did he give you?"

"……letter."

"Five letters of recommendation."

"Where are they now?"

"I sent them out," Ning Mingmei said. "I sent them to...UCSD, Johns Hopkins, UCLA, and Cornell."

"Have you opened it and looked at it?" the man insisted.

"Why do we need to take it apart?" Ning Mingmei asked back.

The man smiled and calmly brought up the topic. Before leaving, the man shook hands with Ning Mingmei and said, "Student Ning will do great things and have a bright future."

Ning Mingmei did not extend his hand.

"Meanness is the passport of mean people, and nobility is the epitaph of noble people." The 20-year-old Ning Mingmei looked directly at the person in front of him, "I learned this sentence in elementary school, but it was not until today that I completely understood it. Does this count as reviewing the old to learn the new?"

"……?"

"Is this thing you gave me a scholarship or hush money?"

The man said slowly: "Student Ning, you think too much. Do young people of your age think too much?"

“…”

"Enjoy your overseas study life, Ning." The man said, "The academic world is full of connections. The laboratory you are going to may even cooperate with our company in the future."

Ning Mingmei rode his bike back to his dormitory. He rummaged through the drawers and found the folder in the most secret place. That folder contained Ning Mingmei's important identity documents. Ning Mingmei has no home, and there is no safe place to store those important things. Now, there are a few more letters in this folder.

He took them apart.

My roommate came back from the basketball court. He was very confused. Ning Mingmei's water cup was placed on the table, but the curtains on the bed were drawn, silently. This shouldn't be Ning Mingmei's bedtime.

"Xiaoning, are you back?" he said.

"……Um."

"Have you caught a cold?" asked my roommate. "Drink more water and you'll get better soon."

Ning Mingmei was lying on the bed, holding five pieces of letter paper in his hand. No, he thought, maybe never again.

The cold wind of the cold winter kept blowing in his heart.

…

You opened those five letters, didn't you?

Um.

Is there anything else in the envelope?

No. Just a recommendation letter. Come to think of it, why would he involve an incompetent student in this matter?

What did he write?

What did he write?

What did he write?

"He wrote...someone I was not worthy of being."

Without the recommendation letter from the old professor, he would not be worthy of the top prestigious school or the bright future he once pursued.

But...

I don't deserve that letter.

"I can't be the person in the letter either."

Later, many things happened in the laboratory where he was studying for his doctorate. For example, he ruined a collaboration and disrespected some of his teachers' theories.

For example, he managed to stay there for seven and a half years, unyielding and more persistent and efficient than anyone else.

For example, he finally understood.

“Whether you want to protect yourself or seek justice in the end, you must climb up, and climb up with all your might. Only the strong can have the right to speak, and only the voices of the strong within the system can be heard. As long as you are strong enough, everyone can hear your voice and will automatically regard you as right. Then, and only then, can you protect yourself and enforce your own justice.”

“As for the process, whether you are pursuing fame and fortune, academics, or something from the heart, it doesn’t matter.”

“Without a material foundation, the soul is just a plate of sand.”

But in this process, haven't you become the same person as them?

Moreover, how powerful do you have to be to have the supreme say?

Those old guys are "highly respected and virtuous". No matter how fast you climb, you can't match their decades of accumulation. Even in this world, if you have done things fast enough and well enough, life is limited. Aren't there still the Zhenren Wuwei and Zhenren Wukong above your head who make you disgusted?

There is no way you can convince them and let everyone know that they are wrong. You have no choice.

"Then get stronger!"

"As long as you become strong enough, that disappointment and hatred..."

Blood-red lines gradually appeared on Ning Mingmei's cheeks, which turned out to be a sign of being possessed. But Ning Mingmei's tribulation was too terrifying. There was no one here, and there was no one close to him to protect him.

However, in the smoke, a person slowly crawled up.

"My clothes and pants were all blown away..." the man said, "This is a mistake. I shouldn't have woken up at this time. I didn't expect that thunder could have this effect."

Hello, junior brother. You struck me with lightning, woke me up, and also put my trumpet in Piaomiao Peak.

Because he was already a corpse, "Qi Miancheng" calmly sat cross-legged in meditation opposite Ning Mingmei. He stretched out his hands and held Ning Mingmei's cheeks.

At that moment, all of Ning Mingmei's thoughts flowed through the palm of his hand and entered Qi Miancheng's body.

Yes. You need hatred, you need resentment, you need despair, it makes you stronger.

Everyone who doesn't listen to you, everyone who doesn't do what you say to do something smarter and better for them, should just shut up or disappear!

Until suddenly a clear and bright power was injected into his mind.

"No, you don't hate anyone, Ning Mingmei." Cold hands held his face, "You're just too sad."

The author has something to say:

Hello, Junior Brother, please strike me with lightning, Junior Brother, strike me awake