Chapter 169 Family Bankruptcy (6)
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With Zhu Qingchen and Yu Xingzhou cooperating with each other, using both kindness and severity, and Song Huaishu making a big deal out of it himself, the school leaders and teachers were always supervising.
Song Huaishu has been much more well-behaved recently.
He seemed to have returned to his previous life, but also seemed not to have.
Because of what he did, it has spread on the Internet.
At first it was just on the confession wall at school, but later someone took a screenshot of what happened and posted it on a larger social media platform.
Netizens didn't know his name, so they called him "Peking University Phoenix Man", "Freeloader Man", and "The Man Who Will Pay Back the 3,000 Medical Bills Someday".
The news is true and false. Some say it was his classmate. He has always been very aloof, too aloof. Some say he was at the scene at that time. He knelt on one knee and asked for love and money, which was not very aloof.
In the past, Song Huaishu just suspected that someone was secretly talking about him behind his back.
It’s different now. Now his wish has come true, and people are really talking about him, and on a huge scale.
Song Huaishu wanted to smash things, but was afraid that if he turned his head, a "roommate of the Peking University Phoenix Man" would appear on the Internet and accuse him of being incompetent and furious in the dormitory.
He was so angry that he took out his cell phone and wanted to consult a lawyer to teach those who were talking about him a lesson.
It turned out that legal consultation required money, and he was reluctant to spend it.
After much hesitation, I had no choice but to give up.
Because of the punishment, Song Huaishu completely lost the eligibility to apply for other scholarships.
He had no choice but to go back to work part-time at the restaurant, but this time, there would be no one to help him out when he was troubled by customers, and no one would help him order food to boost sales.
This is exactly what Song Huaishu wanted, a life of "self-respect and self-reliance" and not being treated as a "game" by rich people.
He should have been relieved and happy about this, but he wasn't.
He began to regret it.
*
This morning, there was another public class at 8am.
Zhu Qingchen yawned and prepared to go to the school cafeteria to buy some taro cakes and sweet soy milk.
Before reaching the cafeteria entrance, Song Huaishu's voice suddenly came from a remote corner.
"Mom, I know, I know. I'll transfer 500 yuan to you later, okay?"
Zhu Qingchen paused and looked carefully.
It was Song Huaishu who was hiding behind a tree and making a phone call.
"I only have 300 yuan, which was my salary yesterday. I can ask Dad to go to the small clinic to get some painkillers. This is cancer, which is incurable. It doesn't matter which hospital I go to!"
Zhu Qingchen frowned slightly.
That’s right, the plot has developed to the point where Song’s father has cancer.
Yu Xingzhou received this news a few days ago and told him specifically.
If the plot of the original book had been followed, Song Huaishu should have been together with Yu Bai at this time. Yu Bai would help bring Song's father to a big hospital and invite famous doctors to treat him. He would spend both money and effort, and be busy all the time.
Song Huaishu could then sit back and relax, enjoying Yu Bai's help while scorning Yu Bai for playing "rich man's games", and preparing for his junior year business venture.
But now, Yu Bai is not with him, so naturally there is no one to help him deal with these things.
He can only face it alone.
Behind the tree, Song Huaishu was about to collapse.
"Stop talking! I'm telling you, you are not allowed to come here! You are not allowed to cause trouble at school, and you are not allowed to cause trouble at the Yu family!"
"I was just punished by the school a few days ago, and the Yu family also threatened me. They can make it impossible for me to survive in school! Don't make trouble, don't cause me trouble, please?"
"Make a lot of money? How can a college student like me who hasn't even graduated make a lot of money? I can't even get into the hospital. I don't have a dime on me. If you keep clamoring to come to me, I won't even give you 300 yuan."
After Song Huaishu vented his anger, he calmed down a little.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to calm down.
Song Huaishu held onto the tree, sat down on the ground, and covered his face dejectedly, as if he was crying.
"I wouldn't have taken Qiao's action if I had known. I would have agreed to Yu Bai if I had known. How could he do this to me? How can he just say he doesn't like me? How can he be so heartless?"
"Why didn't my dad find out about his cancer earlier? If he had found out before the scholarship incident, Yu Bai and I wouldn't have broken up at that time. He would have jumped on me as soon as I nodded. Why would we have to worry about the money?"
"I regret it, I regret it so much, I really like him..."
Zhu Qingchen frowned, turned and left.
There's no need to listen to this bullshit anymore.
Until now, Song Huaishu is still stubborn and keeps shirking responsibility.
The Yu family has agreed to let him repay the medical expenses in installments. He can also go to a counselor and ask the counselor to help him apply for student loans and poverty subsidies. Combined with his own part-time work, he should be able to make ends meet.
But he blamed everything, everything, Father Song, Yu Bai, Zhu Qingchen, and the counselor, but he didn't blame himself.
Zhu Qingchen walked into the cafeteria and bought two taro cakes, preparing to take them to the classroom to eat.
When he arrived at the classroom, Yu Bai was already there, sitting obediently in the first row.
But this time, he was not doing it for Song Huaishu, he was doing it for himself.
He is going to start studying hard, including public courses.
Zhu Qingchen smiled and waved at him, then sat in front of the podium to eat breakfast.
Not long after, the students arrived in the classroom one after another, but Song Huaishu had not arrived yet.
It was not until five minutes after the class bell rang and Zhu Qingchen began to call the roll that he slipped in from the back door with red eyes.
Zhu Qingchen didn't care and let him go.
The weather this morning is pretty good, with no clouds in the sky.
As a result, when Zhu Qingchen was halfway through his class, the sky suddenly became cloudy and it started to rain.
When the get out of class ended at ten o'clock, the rain got heavier.
A group of students were blocked at the door of the lecture hall and couldn't get out.
Song Huaishu held an umbrella and tried to squeeze closer to Yu Bai through the crowd.
Yu Bai ignored him and poked his friends. His friends reacted immediately, surrounded Yu Bai, and moved to the other side of the eaves to shelter from the rain, separating the two of them.
Stay away from “freeloaders”!
Yu Bai and his friends searched their school bags and pockets, but only found half an umbrella - a broken one.
Finally, the group set their sights on the huge parasol above the security booth opposite.
Two students, holding half an umbrella, went over to pull up the parasol, then slowly moved back to pick up the people.
Yu Bai followed the students and squeezed under the big umbrella, laughing.
In the rainstorm, Song Huaishu's heart-wrenching cry suddenly came: "Yu Bai, is there really no result for us?"
Yu Bai didn't even turn his head and walked away chatting and laughing with his friends.
From then on, Song Huaishu had two more code names:
"Results Brother" and "Money-seeking Brother in the Rain".
The system said: "There are basically two ways to whitewash a scumbag."
"One is 'hard whitewashing', which is to directly shirk responsibility; the other is 'humorization', which is to develop in the direction of a comedian, turning everything you have done into a joke, making it easier for the public to accept, thus achieving the purpose of whitewashing."
"If 'Result Brother' is smart, he can try the 'Harmonization' route. Of course, he doesn't look smart."
Zhu Qingchen asked: "So our mission is complete here? This B-level world doesn't seem to be very difficult. It's even simpler than the C-level world."
"Hmm..." The system was mysterious, "You should stay for a few more days, just in case."
*
It is almost June and the semester is about to end.
In the apartment, Zhu Qingchen was slumped on the sofa, holding his computer, correcting his students' papers.
Yu Xingzhou brought out a fruit platter from the kitchen and sat down next to him.
Yu Xingzhou grabbed his hand, asked him to hold the fork and pick up a piece of apple.
Zhu Qingchen took a bite of his apple, tapped on the keyboard, and asked casually, "How is Song Huaishu doing? Is there any problem recently?"
They had clearly completed the task, but the system still wouldn't let them leave and asked them to stay for a few more days.
So they felt that there must be something wrong, and they did not relax their vigilance against Song Huaishu, but instead strengthened it.
Yu Xingzhou said: "Song's father and mother came here yesterday and were admitted to a high-end private hospital."
"What?" Zhu Qingchen turned his head and half of the apple in his hand fell.
Yu Xingzhou reached out to catch it and put it into his mouth.
Zhu Qingchen sat up straight and asked seriously, "Private hospital? Where did Song Huaishu get the money?"
Yu Xingzhou asked: "Do you still remember the plot of the original book?"
"Yeah." Zhu Qingchen thought for a moment, "Song Huaishu started his own business in his junior year, but Yu Group did not reach a cooperation agreement with him, so he turned around and looked for a competitor of Yu Group..."
Zhu Qingchen understood something: "Could it be that the competing company is helping Song Huaishu?"
"Yes, Song Huaishu has an algorithm model that he created himself. He originally wanted to start his own business, but now he has no choice. He is so short of money that he can only take the semi-finished product and go around looking for companies to sell it to."
"so……"
"The Bo Group, a competitor of the Yu Group, bought his project and provided him with a position so that he could continue to follow up. This time, it was also arranged by the Bo Group that Song's father and mother went to seek medical treatment."
"Doctoral Group?" Zhu Qingchen was unable to react for a moment. "Are all the people in their group PhD students?"
“…”
Yu Xingzhou grabbed his hand and wrote on his palm: "This is 'thin'."
"Oh." Zhu Qingchen asked again, "Did they know each other before?"
"Maybe he knows her." Yu Xingzhou said, "The Bo family also often does charity work and supports poor students. When Song Huaishu was in middle school, he received funding from the Bo family foundation."
"Hmm." Zhu Qingchen seemed to be thinking about something, "That makes sense."
Song Huaishu had received funding from the Bo family, and the Bo family and the Yu family were competing companies.
The person that the Yu family was afraid of was taken in by the Bo family. Even if Song Huaishu's ability was not very good, it was okay to annoy the Yu family.
"But they have done too much, why did they bring Song's father and mother over?"
“Probably employee benefits.”
"I don't think it's that simple." Zhu Qingchen shook his head. "You'd better pay more attention. Summer vacation is coming soon, and I have to go on a business trip. I can't keep an eye on Song Huaishu. I can only rely on you."
"Got it." Yu Xingzhou paused, then suddenly raised his head again, "Zhu Qingqing, are you going on a business trip? What business trip? When?"
"Yes." Zhu Qingchen twisted his body, "After the college entrance examination, I will go to recruit students."
"What kind of students do you need to recruit in person? No, let them come and register on their own."
"The top student. Other teachers said that if we don't go, the student will be snatched away by Tsinghua University next door."
Yu Xingzhou did not hesitate: "Then I will go with you."
"No, you're not a teacher in the admissions department. Besides, if you leave, no one will keep an eye on Song Huaishu."
Yu Xingzhou lowered his head and ate the apple in Zhu Qingchen's hand in one bite, chewing it expressionlessly.
Click, click.
*
Mid-June, the eve of the announcement of college entrance examination results.
Zhu Qingchen and two other teachers from the admissions group came to the high-speed rail station together.
The city they were going to this time was not big, it was a small county town called "Yunyan".
But it is precisely in small counties that students and parents have limited channels to obtain information, and they need teachers from the admissions team to explain some professional knowledge to them.
After passing security check, the group went to the waiting room.
The teacher who was traveling with me joked, "Teacher Zhu, your friends are still outside, looking at you eagerly."
Zhu Qingchen was pushing the suitcase and turned around, and sure enough, he saw Yu Xingzhou standing outside with a wronged look on his face.
Zhu Qingchen waved at him and said, don't be sad, he will be back in a few days.
The high-speed train arrived on time, and Zhu Qingchen followed the two teachers and found a seat and sat down.
The two teachers who accompanied him this time were Mr. Liu from the Physics Department, and an old acquaintance, Song Huaishu's often-taken-addicted counselor, whose surname was Zhong.
As soon as they got on the bus, the two teachers looked around to make sure the surrounding environment was safe, then they put down the small table and took out this year's enrollment materials.
Zhu Qingchen also looked around and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Teacher Zhong asked: "Is this the first time for Teacher Zhu to join the admissions team this year?"
"Yeah." Zhu Qingchen nodded.
"If there are teachers from Tsinghua University nearby and they see us, that would be bad." Teacher Zhong explained, "It happened before. Two admissions teams bumped into each other on a train and started fighting."
"Ah?" Zhu Qingchen was shocked.
"The water here is very deep. I hope you will understand it after participating a few more times."
"Okay." Zhu Qingchen put down his backpack and followed their example, quietly taking out the enrollment materials.
Teacher Zhong added, "I'm familiar with the place we're going to this time. The economy there is not very developed, and there are many students who are in financial difficulty. Teacher Zhu will be in charge of the liberal arts students, Teacher Liu will be in charge of the science students, and I'll be in charge of explaining the preferential policies for some poor students. If you have any questions, feel free to ask us."
Zhu Qingchen nodded vigorously: "I understand."
The large stack of materials in Teacher Zhong's hand had been flipped through countless times and marked with a red pen countless times.
It can be seen that he cares about his students.
Zhu Qingchen was infected and also lowered his head to read the materials carefully.
They first took the high-speed rail to the provincial capital, and then transferred to a train to Yunyan.
In the bumpy train, Zhu Qingchen closed the materials he had read three times, rubbed his eyebrows, and was just about to take out the snacks that Yu Xingzhou had prepared for him.
The next second, a pure white feather of light fell on his forehead.
Zhu Qingchen's head was dazed, with half a piece of bread still in his mouth. He leaned back and fell on the back of the chair.
[Title: The Goldfinch in the Cage]
[Era: Modern Fiction]
[Tags: wealthy family, realistic, older, redemption]
The protagonist of this book is named An Yu.
An Yu's family is poor, his mother died early, and he lives with his father who has no source of income.
An Yu has been an excellent student since childhood, relying on scholarships awarded by the school to stumble along the road of learning.
In this year's high school entrance examination, An Yu achieved the best result in the whole county.
But his father didn't want him to continue studying. He just wanted him to go out and work to earn money for himself.
An Yu naturally refused. He repeatedly assured him that as long as he could finish college, not just high school, he would definitely make more money.
It was a hot summer day, the fan was turning lazily, and his furious father raised the feather duster high and hit him hard.
The feather duster interrupted, and my father rushed to the bathroom and picked up the mop pole.
Just as the mop handle was about to fall, my father's cell phone rang.
An Yu saw with his own eyes that when his father answered the phone, his expression changed from fierce and furious at the beginning to a smiling face.
He didn't know what happened, he was just relieved as long as he wasn't beaten.
At that moment, the person on the other end of the phone was like a god.
The next day, his father took him to attend a scholarship awarding ceremony held by the Bo Group.
An Yu wore thick long-sleeved clothes to cover the scars from being beaten.
He went on stage with his father, and Mr. Bo, the president of the Bo Group, personally presented them with a bonus of 10,000 yuan.
His father's eyes widened. Mr. Bo patted An Yu on the shoulder and encouraged him to continue studying hard.
But he pressed the wound on An Yu's body, and An Yu couldn't help but shudder.
The young and tall Mr. Bo asked politely, "What's wrong?"
An Yu turned his head to look at his father, mustered up his courage, lifted his sleeves, and revealed the bruises on his arms: "Excuse me...can you...persuade my father? I still want to continue studying..."
Mr. Bo grabbed his hand and carefully examined his injuries.
An Yu thought he was frightened by the scars, but he didn't notice that Mr. Bo was pinching his arm and stroking his neck with a playful expression, as if he was playing with a wounded bird.
It was on this day that An Yu thought he had seen a god.
Mr. Bo helped him persuade his father to let him continue his studies and decided to provide financial support for him to continue his studies.
Mr. Bo was the kind of person he had never met before, strong and reliable. With just a few words, he solved a problem that had been bothering him for a long time.
Before leaving, Mr. Bo asked his assistant to give him a mobile phone with his phone number saved in it.
Mr. Bo told him that he could call him anytime if he had anything.
An Yu gratefully held the phone in his arms and treated it as a treasure.
A month later, Mr. Bo called and asked him whether high school had started, how his studies were going, and why he didn't call him. An Yu whispered, "I was afraid to disturb you."
"It's okay." Mr. Bo said casually, as if he didn't mean to ask, "How are your injuries?"
An Yu said: "It's much better now."
The next second, Mr. Bo called via video and wanted to see the injuries on his body.
An Yu couldn't refuse, so he hid in the room and answered the video. He lifted his sleeves to reveal the scars on his arms that had already faded. At the request of Mr. Bo, he lifted up his trouser legs to reveal his calves.
Mr. Bo, who did not show up, responded indifferently and then hung up the video.
From then on, Mr. Bo would call him almost every month to ask about his studies, how old he was and whether he had grown up.
To An Yu, Mr. Bo is like his brother, father or elder, better than his father.
Three years later, An Yu took the college entrance examination and performed well.
This time, his father forced him to apply to a second-rate local university.
His father was afraid that he would go away and never come back.
When his father locked him up at home again and raised the mop handle towards him, An Yu dialed Mr. Bo's phone number.
Once again, President Bo came before him like a god, accompanied by a group of reporters, threw a stack of money to his father, and announced that An Yu was his from now on.
Mr. Bo brought him back to Beijing, let him live in his own home, and supported him in applying to a good university.
He will continue to support him.
An Yu was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes and he knelt down and kowtowed to him.
Mr. Bo held his arm and helped him up from the ground: "As long as you study hard, it will be considered as repaying me."
"Yeah." An Yu nodded vigorously.
At one time, everyone knew that Mr. Bo of the Bo Group was kind-hearted and sponsored a poor student.
An Yu wanted to repay Mr. Bo, so he chose the Finance Department of Peking University and joined Bo's company after graduation.
After hearing his choice, President Bo just curled his lips and said in an ambiguous way, "It's up to you. It's all the same."
School starts in September.
An Yu originally wanted to move to the school dormitory, but Mr. Bo said that he managed such a large group and often had drinking parties and social events, and he would not be able to be without someone at home. If An Yu wanted to repay him, she could stay and help him up and pour him a glass of water when he was drunk.
An Yu also couldn't refuse.
He promised that he would do it well.
The matter was as simple as Mr. Bo said, just helping to pour water, not difficult at all.
But one day, something unexpected happened.
As usual, Mr. Bo's assistant helped the drunk Mr. Bo out of the car, rang the doorbell, and handed him over to An Yu.
Mr. Bo put his entire weight on An Yu. He was drunk and asked in a low voice, "Xiao An, how old are you today?"
An Yu replied: "Boss Bo, today is my birthday. I am eighteen years old today."
"I remember that, too." Mr. Bo took out a box from his pocket and handed it to him, "Birthday present."
"thank you."
Just as An Yu was about to reach out to take it, Mr. Bo took his hand back.
"Pour me a glass of water first."
"Okay." An Yu didn't care about the gift and turned to go to the kitchen to pour water.
Mr. Bo took the glass, took a sip of the warm water, and then smashed the glass to the ground.
"An Yu, how dare you drug me!"
An Yu was startled and didn't understand why. He quickly explained: "No, I didn't! Mr. Bo, what medicine? I don't know what medicine it is. Are you drunk?"
The next second, President Bo tore off his disguise, pounced forward, and hugged An Yu tightly.
"What medicine are you talking about? I sponsored you to go to high school and college, and you're still not satisfied! You still want to drug me, do you still want to be Mrs. Bo?"
"No, it's not me!" Faced with the dirty water thrown at him, An Yu had no choice but to deny, "It's really not me, please believe me, I'll call the doctor right away..."
An Yu struggled hard, but was slapped hard by President Bo.
The god who once saved him became a human like his father.
An Yu was distracted for a moment and stared at him blankly, not knowing who to call to save him, and forgot to resist.
Mr. Bo pressed on him, took out the "eighteen-year-old gift" prepared for him, opened it, and put it on.
The next morning.
An Yu was tortured to the point of nearly losing his life, and was then woken up by a slap from President Bo.
An Yu opened his eyes in panic and met Mr. Bo's distressed gaze: "An Yu, you disappoint me so much! How could you drug your sponsor?"
An Yu opened his mouth, but no sound came out: "No...really not..."
Mr. Bo was full of disappointment: "An Yu, I misjudged you."
He stood up, put on his clothes and left.
An Yu was left alone in the room, curled up in pain all over.
Not long after, news spread that the sponsored students had drugged their sponsors.
Everyone said that he was greedy. Mr. Bo was so good to him, but he repaid his kindness with evil in this way.
An Yu wanted to call the police, but no one believed him.
He wanted to explain to Mr. Bo, but he couldn't even get into the Bo family's house.
It was raining heavily, and An Yu was squatting at the door of Bo's house, with a dark shadow looming in front of him.
An Yu raised his head, tugged at Mr. Bo's trouser leg, and explained hurriedly: "It's not me! It's really not me! Mr. Bo, I didn't, I didn't have any wishful thinking..."
Later, everyone said that Mr. Bo was such a good man, and he actually married that ungrateful little bastard.
Later, An Yu saw photos of himself in panic and covered with scars on Mr. Bo’s computer, as well as receipts for large sums of money he had given to his father.
They said that this is in line with reality and that is how reality is.
If it weren't for President Bo, An Yu would never have been able to live such a good life, from the poor class, jumping up to the wife of the group. Don't be so ungrateful.
[Host Mission: Become An Yu's university teacher and help An Yu complete his studies]
[World Difficulty: B Level (Linked World)]
[Task Reward: 5 Health Points]
Zhu Qingchen suddenly opened his eyes, rushed to the toilet, and lay in front of the sink, retching: "Hehe——"!
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