Chapter 8 Will Your Dad Recognize You?

Wen Zhile knew very well that the security guard would definitely stop people, so she asked this deliberately.

Fang Xiuxiu hesitated for a moment and said, "The security guards will indeed stop people. Jingzhou University has strict inspections. If you want to enter, you must show your student ID and employee ID."

"Is that so?" Wen Zhile looked frustrated.

Fang Xiuxiu felt sorry for her, and she softened her heart when she saw her: "But my brother is a student at Jingzhou University. I can let him take you in. You just need to register at the door."

Wen Zhile's eyes lit up instantly: "That's great."

She took out ten yuan from her pocket and said, "Sister Xiuxiu, this money is for you and Brother Fang's hard work."

She really wanted to express her gratitude, and since there might not be any contact in the future, giving money was the quickest way to express her gratitude.

Fang Xiuxiu was surprised by her words and stuffed the money into her hand: "This is a lot, take it back, my dear brother doesn't need money."

Her monthly salary is only 60 yuan, and ten yuan is her five days' salary. Why does this girl not take money seriously?

She was a little puzzled about how Wen Zhile developed this habit, but she didn't say much. She just warned him sternly: "Xiao Dai, you should hide your wealth when you go out. Ten yuan is a lot. You can't give ten yuan to others casually in the future."

Wen Zhile smiled: "I understand."

The two siblings helped her get into school, which was a key step in her recognition of her relatives. Five dollars per person was actually not a lot.

So she insisted on giving the money to Fang Xiuxiu: "Xiuxiu, please take it. I will be staying here for seven days and I will definitely trouble you."

"I'm going back to my room first."

Fang Xiuxiu looked at the money stuffed into her pocket with a headache: "Okay, I'll tell you when the time is set!"

Wen Zhile returned to the room and washed her face. She was sweating all over from the fight with Sister Xiuxiu.

After drying her hands, she counted the money.

The change Zhou Jihuai had given her was all used up, so Wen Zhile took out a hundred-yuan note and put it on the bedside table. She then ran some hot water and went to the toilet at the end of the floor, locked the door, and took a quick shower.

After returning home, I took off my clothes, washed them, and put them by the window to dry.

There was plenty of sunshine at noon, and she was almost done when she woke up from her nap.

As soon as I got dressed, Fang Xiuxiu knocked on the door: "Xiao Dai, my brother is here, shall we go now?"

“Here I come!”

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Wen Zhile followed Fang Xue into Jingzhou University.

After entering, I saw the familiar scene and my nose started to sore.

In her previous life, she was admitted here at the age of sixteen and stayed on to work at the school until she was twenty-three. She spent most of the day in the school, and this place was like her second home.

Fang Xue is a student in the Computer Science Department. He is in his third year of college and is tall and thin.

He is shy and introduced the school to Wen Zhile in a low voice.

Fang Xiuxiu didn't come because she had to go to work. Wen Zhile noticed that Fang Xue was feeling uncomfortable, so she took the initiative to suggest that she go for a walk by herself.

After separating from him, she walked towards classroom 205 in Houde Building with a clear goal in mind.

In his previous life, Wen Zhile often went to his parents' classrooms to attend classes and was very familiar with the route to the classrooms. Room 205, Houde Building was the classroom where his father often stayed.

He worked in the Department of Economics and was promoted to full professor in 1985.

It was class time, Wen Zhile quietly walked in through the back door. The classroom was full and there was no empty seat, so she stood in the corner.

Wen Shuren's eyes swept over and paused on Wen Zhile's face.

Wen Zhile noticed his gaze and her eyes instantly turned red.

She quickly lowered her head, but the grievances and tears kept pouring up, and it took her a long time to sort out her emotions and raise her head again.

More than half an hour later, the bell rang.

Wen Shuren put down the chalk and took a sip of water.

While drinking water, his eyes unconsciously looked at the little girl standing behind him.

Wen Zhile has become friends with the girls in the back row, calling them "sisters" all the time and praising them for their beautiful skin.

Wen Shuren put down the cup, thought for a moment, and walked around the podium.

As he got closer, he heard Wen Zhile asking students about the knowledge points he had taught in the previous class, and also asking which department the class was in.

He walked to the back row of tables and stopped, smiling and asked, "Little classmate, do you like my class?"

As I got closer, a sense of familiarity overwhelmed me.

The child's features are very similar to those of him when he was young.

[Sister, will your father recognize you? ]

Wen Zhile suppressed the bitterness in his heart and said silently: "I don't know."