Chapter 4 Chapter 4 How could someone not listen to good or bad words...
At nine o'clock, the school dormitories were brightly lit.
Cheng Yunqing entered the dormitory, put down his books, leaned back in his chair, tilted his head back, and stared at the chandelier.
"Yunqing, you just came back. Have you eaten?" asked his roommate.
"No, I went to the hospital to study with the professor in the afternoon and just finished." Cheng Yunqing's voice was a little tired.
My roommate, who was browsing Weibo, came over shyly:
"You still have time to run! Zhang's Spicy Hot Pot from our school's second cafeteria is trending!"
Others followed suit:
"Did you find rat heads and duck necks in your food?"
After seeing the trending searches, several people slowly typed one out?
#Jinhai University Robotics Research Project A Great Success#
A video is included below.
The young and handsome boy patiently asked the principal:
"Yes, yes, yes, yes."
The comment section is very lively:
[Hahaha Jinhai University, the cradle of cultivating human-machine. ]
[This made me laugh to death. "Boss, is it illegal for me to eat and dine for free?" "Yes."]
[The human-machine feeling is too strong, hahaha! But this guy is so cute! ]
[Wow, my roommate and I have made an appointment at our school to check in at Zhangji Malatang tomorrow and enjoy the beauty of the city.]
One of the people involved said that when he didn't give me the right skewers, his anger level was 120%, but he called me dad, so his love level was 1000%.
[Everyone, please stop commenting and let the heat go down, otherwise the principal will cry.]
I understand the logic, but it's not my school, so what does it have to do with me? I'm booking a day trip to the Jinhai University cafeteria tomorrow! Anyone interested in joining me?
The roommates gathered together to read the comments and laughed loudly.
Cheng Yunqing rubbed his eyebrows tiredly and did not participate in the discussion.
"Yunqing, tell me you're hungry, let's go to Zhangji and open another stall."
"I don't eat spicy hot pot." Cheng Yunqing picked up the towel and said, "I'm going to take a shower."
He walked to the door and heard his roommates still discussing:
"Which college is this person from? I've never seen him before."
"Ask the girls in our class; they'll definitely know."
"I asked around, and they said she's from the Tourism Management College, and her name is Liu Jingheng."
Cheng Yunqing suddenly stopped.
After a while, he put the bath towel on the chair and strode out of the dormitory.
The lights in the school went out one by one, and the darkness continued to lengthen.
Before leaving, the dormitory manager called out to Cheng Yunqing, "Student, are you still going out? The dormitory will be closed in half an hour and you won't be allowed in."
Cheng Yunqing said nothing, his eyes fixed straight through the darkness.
The cafeteria was pitch black under the cover of night, with no one in sight.
Cheng Yunqing walked around the cafeteria, took out his phone and sent a message to Liu Jingheng:
【Where is it?】
"Ding Dong." A small area lit up in the darkness.
Cheng Yunqing looked over and saw a scrapped refrigerator at the entrance of the cafeteria. A dark shadow was faintly curled up inside, which looked very suspicious.
He felt a sudden chill on his back. After hesitating for a while, Cheng Yunqing slowly walked over and saw the thin and frail figure huddled tightly in the refrigerator.
He didn't dare move, for he was afraid that if he stretched out his hand, the police would later find his fingerprints all over the crime scene.
Until the dark shadow moved and scratched its cheek.
Cheng Yunqing breathed a sigh of relief, opened the refrigerator door and shook the person awake.
"Not going back to the dormitory?" he asked.
Liu Jingheng slowly opened her eyes: "Yes."
"You planning on staying here tonight? In the freezer?"
"right."
Cheng Yunqing took a deep breath and said, "Let's talk about something else."
Liu Jingheng hugged herself tightly, her rusty brain working slowly, trying to find suitable quotes that fit the setting of the green tea cannon fodder from the original text she had heard.
What did the original owner say?
It seems that in the later period, the male protagonist is faced with the pursuit of his wife, is frustrated in love, and the cannon fodder takes the initiative to attack:
"Seeing you so sad, I feel so bad. I just hate myself for being so stupid and unable to help you. I am always bound by self-blame."
Liu Jingheng's body huddled even tighter in the cold wind. So long.
Cool wind rushed into his head and mouth, pulling at the few memory cells in his brain.
After sorting for a long time, Liu Jingheng slowly spoke:
"I hate that you're so stupid that you can't help me, and you're not... aware of it?"
Liu Jingheng recalled some details, raised her head, and frowned:
"snort."
It was emotionless, simulating the original owner's uncontrollable crying tone.
Cheng Yunqing's eyes suddenly widened and his Adam's apple slid up and down.
He turned his face away, his voice cold and tense:
"Can't get into the dormitory?"
Liu Jingheng: "Yes."
"It just so happens that I can't get in either." He suppressed his tone, "Get up."
Liu Jingheng slowly lifted herself up by holding onto the freezer. Her legs were numb and she lost all feeling. Her vision went dark and her head felt dizzy. She fell straight forward and hit her head on Cheng Yunqing's shoulder.
In the dark night, Cheng Yunqing raised the corner of his mouth, but quickly restrained it:
"Stand up straight. I'll take you to my house."
Liu Jingheng was dazed: "Okay."
*
Cheng Yunqing's family is wealthy. Although it cannot be compared with the Qin family's conglomerate, it still owns a lot of real estate.
When he doesn't have classes, he lives in an apartment not far from the school. It's not a big house, just a duplex.
Cheng Yunqing brought him back home and urged him to take a shower first.
Liu Jingheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all.
He lived in an orphanage when he was a child, and left the orphanage after he turned fifteen to travel around the world. He didn't have to move to a new place to waste his time, because that little box was his final destination anyway.
He curled up in the bathtub, resting his head on his knees tiredly, and fell into a deep sleep.
Liu Jingheng was awakened by a knock on the door.
"It's been an hour, and you haven't finished washing yet?" Cheng Yunqing's voice was as cold and desolate as described in the book.
Liu Jingheng gasped: "Yes..."
"Come out, the water is cold."
"No……"
"I'm going in."
The next second, the door opened. Cheng Yunqing came in carrying a pile of clothes, avoiding Liu Jingheng's gaze.
"I'll put the clothes here. Take a shower and go to bed early."
Liu Jingheng rested her head on her knees, her cheeks, steamed by the hot water, were tinged with two faint pinks, her eyelashes were sprinkled with watery light, and her bright pearls were hanging in disorder.
"I'll just sleep here..." He really had no strength left.
Cheng Yunqing clenched his fingers, prepared himself mentally for a long time, and turned his head:
"You want me to carry you out?"
Just six simple words, each one is ironic.
Liu Jingheng sighed inwardly.
Cheng Yunqing is such a nice person. Knowing how hard he works, he even lowered himself to carry him out. If only he weren't cannon fodder, he would definitely become good friends with Cheng Yunqing.
He tried hard to recall the cannon fodder's quotes, but his mind had been washed through with bath water, and all he could think of was a blank.
Simply said: "Okay."
Cheng Yunqing frowned deeply and uttered a "huh". How could someone not be able to tell the difference between good and bad words?
He casually grabbed the towel, averted his gaze, and groped for Liu Jingheng's hand.
The water was cold, and his hands were cold too.
With a determined heart, Cheng Yunqing directly pulled the man up. The man was very thin and he didn't need to use any strength at all.
He wrapped Liu Jingheng in a bath towel, and she fell weakly into his arms.
Cheng Yunqing's hand froze in mid-air.
Boom! Boom!
The empty bathroom made his heartbeat sound like thunder.
He hurriedly kicked on the bathtub faucet, and the sound of water drowned out some things.
After coming out of the bathroom, Liu Jingheng fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow.
Cheng Yunqing's clothes were wet. He stood by the bed, looking down at Liu Jingheng's face quietly.
The dim wall lamp cast a circle of soft light around his face, and the small pink mole on the tip of his nose looked like a cherry bead hanging on the rim of a whiskey glass.
Cheng Yunqing bent his body, and Liu Jingheng's sleeping face was very close to him.
"Who told you to act like a spoiled child?" His voice was barely audible, with a barely perceptible smile, "You owe me a favor now."
Cheng Yunqing was immersed in the tenderness of the warm colors, but was suddenly disturbed by the sound of "ding-dong-dong".
He frowned slightly. This was the first time he, usually calm and composed, had nearly dropped his phone in his frantic frantic attempts to retrieve it.
The caller ID on the screen is: Qin Chuyao.
Cheng Yunqing quickly pressed the mute button, and the gentle and quiet air around him became restless after these three words appeared.
He strode out of the room, closed the door, and slowly answered the phone.
"Yunqing? I called you many times, why did you answer just now? I thought something happened to you." Qin Chuyao breathed a sigh of relief.
"I just came back from the hospital and ran into a friend who also couldn't get into the dormitory. I took him home, but I was busy and didn't hear anything."
On the other end, Qin Chuyao's voice suddenly rose:
"What friend? Which friend? What's your last name? How many strokes does it have?"
"Liu Jingheng, you know her."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.
After a brief period of calm, an explosion occurred.
…
Qin family.
Qin Du was sitting in front of the computer, processing some work left over from the day.
Suddenly, a roar came from the next room:
"Do you have any feelings at all? Who do you think Liu Jingheng is pestering you for? He's been wanting to do it for a while, or do you think we're a match made in heaven, and you want to help bring us together?"
"What? He's not that kind of person? Haha, you seem to know very well that I can't bear to say harsh words to you, so you keep challenging my bottom line?"
Qin Du came back to his senses and slid his finger lightly on the mouse wheel.
Recently, I seem to hear the three words "Liu Jingheng" frequently.
*
The next morning.
After Cheng Yunqing got up, he went to call Liu Jingheng.
I shouted for a long time but no one responded. When I opened the door, I found the bed was neatly made, with a bag on the pillow and a hundred-yuan bill under the bag.
Open the bag and you'll see a thick stack of banknotes.
When Cheng Yunqing looked at the banknotes, Liu Jingheng's indifferent yet stubborn face unconsciously appeared in his mind.
I can’t remember how many times I have laughed speechlessly.
His high-end apartment, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, is only worth a hundred dollars.
…
Master Liu was busy in the cafeteria early in the morning.
Today, there were a lot of people and the flashlights of mobile phones never stopped flashing.
Facing the long line of students, Liu Jingheng stopped her aching hands and asked a question from the bottom of her heart:
"Eight in the morning, this is what you eat?"
The students said in unison: "Yes!"
Liu Jingheng lowered her head: "Okay."
While they were busy, a slick little fat man squeezed in from the crowd, sweat on his forehead, and grabbed Liu Jingheng's hand:
"My brother, you are still here. The dean is looking for you like crazy!"
Liu Jingheng was suddenly pulled, and a few drops of soup splashed out of the spicy hot pot in her hand.
He wiped his clothes slowly and suddenly stopped.
Oh yes, the original owner was also a student of Jinhai University.
Tsk, what a waste of a hundred bucks.
"What do you want to see me for?" Liu Jingheng asked.
The little fat boy opened his mouth, was stuck for a long time, and finally smiled:
"Of course I'm eager to praise you for your noble character and your thriftiness with words."
Liu Jingheng wiped her clothes slowly, and after a while, a blush appeared on her face.
To be praised.
Hey.
…
Ding Zhi, the dean of the School of Tourism Management, sat at his desk, holding a thermos cup, his right leg shaking like a sieve.
Early this morning, the elusive principal called personally and asked if Liu Jingheng was a student of their college.
The tone was extremely cordial.
Sure enough, when I saw the hot searches last night, I also saw my future destiny.
The hour hand moved around the dial, and Ding Zhi looked towards the door.
There is only the bleak wind.
The hour hand turned another circle, and Ding Zhi looked towards the door again.
The wind grew hotter and it was noon.
"This bastard!" Ding Zhi slammed the table and stood up. Where did this brat get the airs from that he had to be so arrogant that he, the dean, had to personally invite him.
Ding Zhi rushed out of the door and suddenly stopped.
On the college corridor, a thin figure was standing outside the counselor's office next door, with his head lowered in thought.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes passed.
The figure finally moved, dragging heavy steps, and met his gaze.
The thin and handsome boy studied Ding Zhi for a long time like an emotionless robot.
"Found it." Then he slowly uttered three words.
Ding Zhi: ...
Which college dumped the robot here?
Liu Jingheng clutched the seam of her pants tightly with both hands, feeling a little nervous.
He has rarely been praised in his life. If the dean, in a fit of ecstasy, forces a scholarship on him, how should he accept it to appear noble and unworldly?
Ding Zhi glanced at his watch, a strange smile on his face:
"Liu Jingheng? You're amazing! Even though it's only 300 meters from the cafeteria, you managed to seize a moment to reflect on your magnificent life, and you did so for over three hours."
Liu Jingheng blushed and nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."
Ding Zhi took a deep breath, a ball of cotton stuck in his throat, and punched hard but to no avail.
"Last night, the principal brought a distinguished guest to Zhang's Spicy Hot Pot. Your performance can only be described as perfect. How could there be someone in the world who cherishes words as much as you do?"
Liu Jingheng lowered her head: "Chinese characters are the core of Chinese culture. We must protect them."
Ding Zhi choked.
I really want to come up with a beautiful piece of C language, but the other party's interpretation method is different from that of ordinary people, and I can only suffer internal friction.
"Right." Ding Zhi felt like he couldn't explain anything, so he simply changed the subject to avoid embarrassing himself. "I asked the instructors of each department to assign internships to the monitors of each class. I think you've received the notice."
Liu Jingheng didn't know that after a few days in the book, he only remembered that the original owner was a college student.
He had not been to school much, but he knew that he had to answer the teacher's questions, so he said:
"without."
Ding Zhi took a deep breath and pinched his eyebrows.
He turned on the computer, pulled up Liu Jingheng's student file, and read:
"Liu Jingheng, second-level Tourism Management College, majoring in International Butler..."
Liu Jingheng:?
What major?
"In your internship application, you chose home management at Rilon Group." Ding Zhi's gaze fell on Liu Jingheng's face. "Do you know where Rilon Group is located?"
Liu Jingheng's CPU ran slowly for a long time:
"right."
The "Rilon Group" that appears repeatedly in the original text is the super-large conglomerate of Qin Chuyao's family, whose business projects cover all money-making projects such as real estate, electronics, and hotels.
The original owner also noticed this point, so he switched from Tourism Management to International Butler in his sophomore year, just to have the opportunity to get close to Qin Chuyao, so that he could break up the couple and get to the top in a sinister way.
Liu Jingheng scratched her head. “Butler, no.”
"You just don't share your confidence with the whole world, otherwise everyone would be Martin Luther King." Ding Zhi smiled sarcastically.
This green-eyed brat just offended the representative of the Rilon Group yesterday, and today he still dares to come and ask for approval with such a shameless face. He is so shameless.
Liu Jingheng stirred her clasped hands:
"Dean Dad said that confident men have the best lives."
Although he has a poor memory, he will never forget the vast sky at noon that day and the kind teachings of the dean.
Dean Ding Zhi:?
dad……?
Ding Zhi was silent for a while, then raised his hand and scratched his cheek.
He scratched his nose and touched his neck again, and his weather-beaten old face became like that of a three-year-old child, with a touch of childish red appearing on it.
He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he patted Liu Jingheng's shoulder affectionately:
"Once a teacher, always a father. You are not completely useless for having such awareness. Well, you can go back first. By the way, ask your squad leader to come to the office."
Liu Jingheng nodded again and again.
Leaving the office and turning a corner——
The dean said, who should I call over?
Forgot.
It shouldn't matter.
That day, Ding Zhi stood by the window looking at the vast sky. He watched the sky change from clear to golden at sunset, and when the first star jumped out of the sky, the smile on his face disappeared.
"I don't have such a rebellious son."
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