Chapter 58 Fool
On the night the birthday party ended, Cong Chun received a phone call from his uncle.
The other party said they wanted to meet with Cong Chun because they had something to discuss in person.
Cong Chun felt he could take this opportunity to ask his uncle for the money he had spent on groceries back.
This money was all saved up by herself and her grandmother through hard work, and Cong Chun didn't want to give it to her uncle.
Cong Chun didn't have anything to do in the morning. The young master usually slept until lunchtime before getting up, and he probably would too tomorrow.
The next morning, Cong Chun didn't want to disturb Duan Mingxiao's sleep, so he asked Butler Chen for a few hours off, which the butler readily agreed to.
Cong Chun slung the canvas bag that came with his milk purchase over his shoulder and went out. Soon after, he arrived at the tenement building where his uncle lived.
The tenement building was very old, and outside the windows, residents had strung up wires and hung clothes everywhere.
The house my uncle rented was very small. When Cong Chunlai came, he said he would arrange a room for him.
In the end, Cong Chun was forced to sleep on a makeshift bed on the living room floor.
They wouldn't even let him sleep on the sofa, saying they were afraid Cong Chun would damage the landlord's sofa and they wouldn't have the money to pay for it.
Cong Chun waited for a while, and then a man wearing a dark brown striped polo shirt walked towards him from not far away.
Yi Longtian greeted Cong Chun with a kind smile on his face and his beer belly was clearly visible.
The man's breath reeked of smoke as soon as he opened his mouth.
After my son received tutoring from Cong Chun last time, he made great progress, which was more effective than the tutors I had paid for before.
His son, Yi Tianci, also told him and his wife that Cong Chun's teaching methods were easier for him to understand.
So his wife urged him to bring Cong Chun back to teach his son Yi Tianci for the sake of their son's future.
"Xiaochun, why don't you listen to your uncle, quit your current job, and come back to teach Tianci?"
“Your aunt and I will provide food and lodging. You don’t need to do anything. Just focus on teaching Tianci.”
Cong Chun didn't directly say she was unwilling; the boy simply spoke in a low voice, his face expressionless.
"But my uncle needs to be paid."
Cong Chun knew that Yi Longtian would definitely not agree.
The next second, the man's face indeed contorted, his face full of fat.
"You ungrateful wretch! Your own family asks you for help and you still talk about money."
"If you can't even handle social situations, all those years of studying have been for nothing."
Cong Chun looked at him coldly and pursed her lower lip.
"Please give me back the money I spent on groceries."
Yi Longtian was so angry he laughed, and pointed at Cong Chun's nose while cursing fiercely.
"Do the younger generation know how to respect their elders?"
"Just like your stupid father, no wonder my older sister ran away."
"A fool's son is still a fool. Be careful he doesn't end up like his foolish father, falling into the river and drowning."
Cong Chun was very angry, but he wouldn't swear at people when faced with harsh words.
"I'm not stupid."
Cong Chun wanted to punch Yi Longtian in front of him, but he couldn't strike first, as that would put him in the wrong.
The image of his grandmother apologizing to someone flashed through Cong Chun's mind. Without taking any action, he turned and left.
Cong Chun couldn't hide his disappointment; he knew he wouldn't get the money back.
I had been holding onto a sliver of hope that the other party would return the money, but that's probably impossible now.
Yi Longtian spat on the ground and stared fiercely at the boy's back.
If a fool like Cong Chun could get into Yenching University, then their son Tianci, who is so smart, will definitely get in too.
Cong Chun wandered aimlessly down the street, feeling somewhat down.
He sighed; he missed his grandmother.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the gate of Yenching University, the place where he would be able to study in September.
Cong Chun stood at the school gate, peering through the black iron gate. He could see the greenery inside the campus, and the depression and unease in his heart inexplicably calmed down a lot.
Cong Chun began to dream that he would be able to live in the student dormitory of Yenching University.
This way, it won't cause trouble for anyone.
Cong Chun was a little reluctant to part with Duan Mingxiao, wondering if she would have the chance to see the young master again after leaving the Duan family.
At that moment, a loud male voice came from the security booth.
Under the scorching sunlight, Cong Chun was so blinded by the light that he could barely open his eyes. He squinted and looked up toward the source of the sound.
Within his limited field of vision, Cong Chun recognized the security guard who had helped him on his first day in Jinghai City.
Security guard Lao Mo first noticed Cong Chun's figure in the guard booth, and then he recognized Cong Chun.
After all, Cong Chun's attire and the tragic events of that day had left a deep impression on Lao Mo, and the boy had also given him six persimmon cakes.
So, security guard Lao Mo warmly invited Cong Chun into the guard booth to enjoy the air conditioning.
The security booth was quite large, and usually several security guards took turns on duty. It was quite a coincidence that the two of them met again today.
Upon entering the security booth, you are greeted by cool, refreshing air, much better than the sweltering heat outside.
A hand with distinct knuckles reached out from inside the room and proactively lifted the plastic curtain separating the room, letting Cong Chun in.
Cong Chun looked up, about to say thank you, but met a pair of distant and indifferent eyes. He seemed like a biting winter wind, unapproachable.
Cong Chun then noticed that besides the security guard, there was another boy in the guard booth.
The boy was tall and slender, wearing a light-colored shirt, with a high nose bridge and an expressionless face.
The security guard standing nearby enthusiastically introduced the boy in front of Cong Chun.
“He is my grandson, Xiao Xi, and also a freshman at Yenching University this year.”
"We're all classmates, you can get to know each other." The pride in his words was undeniable.
Cong Chun opened his mouth and introduced himself. He was very sincere, almost to the point of giving out his home address.
The boy nodded slightly to Cong Chun, who was a head shorter than him, and said in a cold voice.
“Mo Xizhi”.
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