Chapter 68: Postgraduate Study Ruined (1)
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A betting joke by a rich young man destroyed an entire family.
Zhu Qingchen slowly put away the slime, jumped onto the bed, and started punching: "Ha - hahahaha -"
The system looked at him with a complicated expression: "Are you crazy?"
"Yes, I'm crazy!" Zhu Qingchen pounded his pillow frantically, "Hahahaha - I regret coming to the modern world. In the modern world, you can't legally beat people. I want to cultivate immortality!"
It wasn't until Zhu Qingchen's phone rang that he came back to normal: "Hello, how are you?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Hungry Piggy? Your takeaway has arrived."
"Please put it at the door for me, thank you."
"OK."
Zhu Qingchen hung up the phone and continued to pound the pillow “Hahahaha”.
The system watched him go crazy, and the small electronic screen showed an expression pack -
Dark crawlingjpg.
After beating the pillow until it was fluffy and soft, Zhu Qingchen was also tired. He let out a long breath and went out to bring in the milk tea.
He turned on the TV and found the cartoon he hadn't finished watching the last time he left the modern world.
“Several episodes have been updated, yay!”
There are new cartoons to watch these days.
Zhu Qingchen inserted the straw with a "do" and took a big sip.
Cartoons paired with iced milk tea are just the right way to cool down.
Otherwise he would be furious.
"System, can I go to ancient times and modern times?"
"You think that updating three episodes of cartoons a week is too slow, so you deliberately went to ancient times to save up two days, right?"
Zhu Qingchen nodded embarrassedly: "Yeah."
The system said: "You are only allowed to watch one episode. After drinking the milk tea, go back to sleep."
"I can't sleep after drinking milk tea." Zhu Qingchen hugged his legs and chewed on the straw, "I want to watch two episodes."
"You have classes tomorrow. Don't you need to prepare for the lessons or go to bed early?"
"What do I teach?"
“The Book of Songs.”
"Don't worry about it." Zhu Qingchen stared at the TV, "I can recite the Book of Songs with my eyes closed, but I can't recite cartoons yet. I need to watch more."
The system was disappointed: "Why do you always…"
Zhu Qingchen confidently said: "I feel that I am actually a modern person in my heart!"
Just at this moment, Zhu Qingchen's cell phone rang again.
"Hello?"
"Okay, I'll open the door right away."
Zhu Qingchen paused the cartoon, stood up quickly, opened the door, and brought in his KFC.
The system was shocked: "When did you order it?"
"Just now." Zhu Qingchen picked up the takeaway and twisted back to the living room, "I ordered it with the milk tea."
The system followed him: "I want to possess the puppy, and I want to eat it too."
"There's no puppy at home. Go pick one up tomorrow."
"I want to eat now! I want to eat!"
The little ball of light imitated Zhu Qingchen's behavior and rolled on the ground.
Zhu Qingchen walked around it, sat down in front of the coffee table, opened the package, picked up a chicken leg, and handed it to it: "Do you want to eat it?"
"How do I eat?"
Zhu Qingchen thought about it, picked up his phone, took a photo, and projected it on the system's electronic screen: "Eat it."
The host eats physical fried chicken, the system eats electronic fried chicken, and everyone has a delicious midnight snack.
*
The next day, early morning.
The system was dancing beside Zhu Qingchen's pillow, gently waking up its sleeping host: "Chenchen, get up!"
Zhu Qingchen opened his eyes drowsily and took a look at the alarm clock on the bedside. "It's only 7:30 now. How can you have classes so early in college? This is not high school. You still have to study early."
"There is one in college," the system whispered in his ear, "There is something called 'Early Eight'."
Zhu Qingchen rubbed his eyes: "What is that?"
"It's the 8 o'clock morning class."
"What?" Zhu Qingchen's eyes widened instantly, and he sat up from the bed. "What the hell is this?"
"I've already answered this question. It's 7:35 now. If you don't get up, it will be too late."
Zhu Qingchen hurriedly threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom to wash up.
"Liar! Didn't Teacher Gao say that you'll be free once you go to college? Why do you have to get up so early? Those high school students have been deceived!"
Zhu Qingchen raised his head, brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, changed his clothes, picked up his textbooks and rushed out of the house.
Zhu Qingchen's identity in this world is a lecturer in the Chinese Department of Jinghua University. He is usually responsible for teaching "The Book of Songs" to undergraduate students.
He lives in the school’s teachers’ apartment. He goes downstairs, scans a shared bicycle, and pedals for five minutes to reach the teaching building.
He even had time to go to the cafeteria to get two steamed buns and eat them while pedaling on the road...
Oh, he can’t. He has poor balance and he dares not ride a bike with one hand.
When I arrived at the classroom, the students were all there. They all had dark circles under their eyes and were yawning while eating breakfast.
Zhu Qingchen sat down in front of the podium, secretly took out a bun, took a couple of bites, and drank a sip of soy milk.
Five minutes later, the bell rang.
Zhu Qingchen stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth and looked around. The "Book of Songs" was a large class held in the tiered classroom. There were hundreds of students and the student list was several pages long.
Zhu Qingchen supported himself with his hands and said casually, "Just pick a few people and name them."
"Chen Xu."
"Liu Yun."
"Xia Shu..."
When it came to Xia Shu's name, Zhu Qingchen deliberately looked up and took a few more glances.
He was a somewhat shy boy, sitting in the front row, wearing a white shirt, black-framed glasses, and had a clean complexion.
This semester is the second semester of his sophomore year, and he is only 19 years old. All the tragedies have not happened yet. Although he has to save money for his brother's surgery, there is still a light in his eyes, full of hope for the future.
Xia Shu raised his hand and answered loudly: "Here!"
There was a student sitting next to him. Although he was also dressed simply and tried his best to imitate Xia Shu's temperament, the hostility between his eyebrows could not be hidden.
Zhu Qingchen frowned, and the system introduced: "This is Zhou Ziqian."
"Isn't he a year older than Xia Shu? And he's not from the Chinese department, right?"
"Accompanying your boyfriend or girlfriend to class is a common thing in college."
"All right."
Although Zhu Qingchen didn't quite understand, he couldn't just kick the person out.
He nodded and closed the student register: "Today we are going to study the Book of Songs. Which poem did we cover last time?"
As soon as Zhu Qingchen finished speaking, Zhou Ziqian yawned and lay down on the table to prepare for sleep.
He and Xia Shu have been together for almost a year.
At the beginning, Zhou Ziqian pretended to be serious. At the beginning of the semester, he made a promise to Xia Shu, "I will accompany you to every class."
By now, he was tired of it.
Xia Shu is really boring. She takes the class very seriously, sitting like a primary school student and refusing to even hold hands.
It's good enough that he can come and show up. Do you really expect him to listen carefully?
Xia Shu saw the teacher's eyes on them, feeling a little embarrassed. With a red face, she gently pushed Zhou Ziqian: "Ziqian, don't..."
Zhou Ziqian didn't care, pushed his hand away and wanted to continue sleeping.
Zhu Qingchen frowned, adjusted the microphone on the podium, and said seriously: "I don't object to students from other departments coming to my class, but I object to all students sleeping in my class."
"You didn't have to come to class, but you came and took a front-row seat. I don't care what your reason is. If you want to stay, listen carefully. If you want to sleep, you can go back to the dormitory."
After saying this, Zhu Qingchen looked at Zhou Ziqian steadily.
Now he couldn't play dead anymore.
Zhou Ziqian felt that he had lost face, so he grabbed Xia Shu's arm and tried to take him away with him.
But Xia Shu sat in his seat, shook his head at him and refused to leave.
How can I skip class?
Zhou Ziqian frowned and turned to look at the entire classroom.
When Zhu Qingchen said this, the students might not know who he was talking about.
If he left, all the other students would know.
He can't afford to lose this person.
In the end, Zhou Ziqian was too embarrassed to leave, so he could only stare at the podium with his eyes open, cursing both Zhu Qingchen and Xia Shu in his heart.
Zhu Qingchen continued to ask: "Which chapter did you talk about last time?"
The students below opened their books, and Xia Shu also opened his book: "Teacher, last time we talked about "Ding Zhi Fang Zhong"."
"Well, let's continue. Ding Zhi Fang was written in the Chu Palace."
*
The class lasts until nine o'clock.
Zhu Qingchen spoke eloquently, citing classics, and he only talked about one poem in an hour, and he hadn't finished yet.
The students were listening intently, except for Zhou Ziqian, who was sitting below with his feet crossed, spinning a pen, looking bored.
He couldn't understand what Zhu Qingchen was saying at all, nor could he understand what the poems were about. He just thought they were noisy.
During the break, he packed up his things and wanted to leave.
Of course Xia Shu didn't want to leave, so she pulled his arm and coaxed him with a smile: "Don't be angry, Teacher Zhu values these things more, he didn't mean to target you."
Zhou Ziqian's eyes flashed with impatience, but he finally said patiently: "I know, but I took a temporary part-time job, so I can't accompany you to class."
"Okay then." Xia Shu let go of his hand, "Will you come back at noon? Let's go to the second cafeteria to eat. The free soup at noon today includes pork ribs."
Xia Shu's family is not well off. Although his parents don't force him to do anything for his younger brother, and the living expenses they give him every month are also at the average level of a college student, he is still used to it. He saves as much as he can and doesn't care about food, clothing, housing and transportation. As long as he can get by, he is fine.
Zhou Ziqian pretended to be poor at first to get close to him, shared the leftover bread in the cafeteria with him, drank the free soup in the cafeteria with him, and attended classes seriously with him.
It's like playing a role-playing game and being the boyfriend of a poor student. It's quite interesting.
But no matter how interesting it was, it was not enough to keep Zhou Ziqian going for more than a year.
He now felt sick at the thought of the free soup in the cafeteria.
Zhou Ziqian retracted his arm and said to Xia Shu, "It depends on the situation. If you can make it in time, come back to eat."
"Okay." Xia Shu didn't force it, and waved at him with a smile, "Bye."
"Um."
Zhou Ziqian responded casually and strode out of the classroom without even turning his head.
As soon as he walked out of the classroom, he took out his cell phone and called his good friend: "Hello? Liu Hao, where are you?"
The person on the other end of the phone was clearly still asleep, and drowsily responded, "Who is it?"
Zhou Ziqian said unhappily: "I."
The person on the other end of the phone was startled: "Mr. Zhou?" He glanced at his phone: "It's only nine o'clock now, why are you here so early?"
Zhou Ziqian knew to lower his voice: "Accompany that good student to the morning class."
"Which one?" Liu Hao reacted. "Oh, the one in the coffee shop. Young Master Zhou, you haven't divided it yet? It's been so long, and you're not tired of it yet?"
"I'm bored, so I can't stay here any longer. Find a place for us to have some fun. Call a few more people and play for the whole day. I'll book the place for myself."
"Okay." Liu Hao hurriedly got up from the bed and changed his clothes. "Mr. Zhou, please wait at the school gate. I'll drive to pick you up."
"Go take a shower in the bathhouse first. You smell like a poor person. It makes me sick."
"Since Young Master Zhou dislikes it so much, let's break up sooner rather than later."
"You don't understand. The more I stay with him, the more I feel he is pretending. I want to see how long he can pretend and whether he really likes me, more than money."
"How is that possible? Who doesn't like money..." Liu Hao realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly added, "But if it's our Young Master Zhou, he might really like Young Master Zhou and not like money."
"Really?" Zhou Ziqian laughed, "How about we make another bet? Let's see how much he likes me?"
"Sure, how do you want to bet, Mr. Zhou?"
"After he knew I had money, how long would he hold back before borrowing from me, do you think?"
"It should be at least three days, right? If it's less than three days, he's too impatient."
"Once everyone is here, let's start another gambling game."
While Zhou Ziqian was talking on the phone and unscrupulously belittling Xia Shu with his friends, he quickly walked down the stairs and left the teaching building.
Downstairs of the teaching building, a takeaway guy in a yellow uniform drove away on his electric scooter: "Remember to give me a five-star rating, thank you."
"Okay." Zhu Qingchen walked out from behind the electric scooter, holding his little duck thermos in one hand and milk tea in the other.
He ordered milk tea early in the morning and was scolded by the system. Now he came down to get it during the break.
The system stopped at his shoulder and watched Zhou Ziqian leave. "This person is so disgusting. I almost vomited the electronic fried chicken I ate yesterday. Ugh—"
As a couple, he has no obligation to reveal his family situation to the other person, nor is he obligated to support the other person's life. This is normal.
But he treated Xia Shu as a bet. Even though he clearly didn't like her, he still had to provoke her and let a group of people laugh at him.
Even though he is obviously fed up with the relationship, he still uses the excuse of making a bet and would rather use cold violence than break up.
He himself is a disgusting bastard. What qualifications does he have to test the sincerity of others?
Zhu Qingchen frowned and walked to an empty bench in the corner. He unscrewed the thermos and opened the lid of the milk tea. He first sucked up the salty cheese milk cap and then poured the milk tea into the thermos.
Zhu Qingchen asked: "The shopping mall plot is this summer, right?"
"right."
"The plot will automatically correct itself, and my brother Xia Chi will definitely run into Zhou Ziqian at the mall? No one else will?"
"That's how it should be. This is a big plot in the original book."
"Is that so?" Zhu Qingchen seemed to be thinking about something. The thermos cup was no longer full, so he drank up the remaining two sips of milk tea in the cup.
He doesn't have much time left.
He had to get there before this plot happened and let Xia Shu see Zhou Ziqian's true face first.
Xia Shu and his brother talk about everything, so Xia Shu told his brother about this matter in advance to give him a heads-up.
In this way, even if Xia Chi discovered Zhou Ziqian's true face, Xia Shu would have broken up with Zhou Ziqian by then. Xia Chi was mentally prepared, and this incident would not be too much of a shock to him.
Maybe it will be a smooth transition. Zhu Qingchen made up his mind, holding the thermos cup, and prepared to go back to the classroom.
The system reminded him: "Wipe the milk cover off your mouth."
"Oh." Zhu Qingchen pursed his lips and left the empty corner.
He returned to the classroom holding the thermos, pretending that he had just filled it with hot water, and sat down at his seat.
Xia Shu was sitting at her seat. She picked up her phone and sent a voice message with a smile: "Ziqian, if you can make it back for dinner, let me know and I'll get you some food and save a seat."
Zhou Ziqian was busy with his life, so naturally he had no time to reply to him.
He didn't care, put down his phone, and started organizing his notes from the previous class.
Zhu Qingchen couldn't help but wonder when he saw him like this.
The tasks he had done before were all before the main characters met or fell in love.
The protagonist, the bottom, is also very capable. He can see through the protagonist's top's tricks at a glance, and turns around to give him an over-the-shoulder throw.
But this world...
Xia Shu and Zhou Ziqian have been in a relationship for a year. Xia Shu is deeply in love with him and should trust him very much.
Zhu Qingchen was just an ordinary teacher and did not have a deep friendship with Xia Shu.
If he couldn't kill him with one blow and expose Zhou Ziqian's true face, he would easily be regarded by Xia Shu as an evil person who was meddling in other people's affairs and trying to sow discord, which would push Xia Shu to Zhou Ziqian's side.
He still needs to think about how to proceed specifically.
Zhu Qingchen supported his head, sat in front of the podium, and thought seriously.
At this time, Xia Shu came forward with a notebook in hand: "Teacher, I have some ideas about the final paper, but I'm not sure yet..."
"Hmm?" Zhu Qingchen raised his head and replied with a smile, "Can you tell me about it?"
"Please give me some advice, teacher." Xia Shu put the notebook in front of the teacher. "I originally wanted to start from the interjections in the Book of Songs, but after I sorted it out a little bit, I found that..."
Xia Shu is diligent and studious, and has great potential for academic achievement.
Zhu Qingchen just gave him a few simple pointers and he quickly understood.
Xia Shu's eyes sparkled with knowledge: "Thank you, teacher."
"You're welcome." Zhu Qingchen paused and asked casually, "Is the student sitting next to you from our department?"
"No." Xia Shu was a little embarrassed when Zhou Ziqian was mentioned. "I'm really sorry. He is from the Finance Department and may not be very interested in the Book of Songs. He came here to accompany me to class. I'm sorry, teacher. I will remind him next time."
Zhu Qingchen said calmly: "It doesn't matter, just don't let it affect your studies. It's normal for young lovers to like to stick together often, but the premise is that both of them are happy together and have made progress. If there is no progress, there is no point in being together, huh?"
If he only disturbs you when you study and only wants to drag you to skip classes when something happens, what's the point of such a relationship?
"Hmm..." Xia Shu paused and nodded seriously, "I understand, teacher, don't worry."
Just at this moment, the bell rang, and Zhu Qingchen nodded slightly: "Go."
"Okay, thank you teacher." Xia Shu picked up the notebook and returned to his seat.
Zhu Qingchen didn't know how much he had heard, but he laid the groundwork first.
The system said: "Don't worry, Xia Shu is just a little bit 'love-sick'. In his heart, study and family are more important. He knows the difference clearly."
"I know." Zhu Qingchen pursed his lips, "Actually, I should also reflect on myself."
The system was puzzled: "What?"
"Faced with a sincere relationship, my reaction was to wonder if Xia Shu would be in love and would not listen to advice." Zhu Qingchen patted his cheek, "He is not wrong, Zhou Ziqian is wrong, I shouldn't think like that."
"Um……"
Zhu Qingchen stood up, unscrewed the thermos, drank his milk tea, and waited slowly for the students to come back and sit down.
When most students have returned, I will randomly call the roll and continue the class.
*
The class ended at ten o'clock sharp.
Xia Shu hurried to the coffee shop to work part-time. After packing up her things, she said "Goodbye, teacher" to Zhu Qingchen and ran out of the classroom quickly.
Zhu Qingchen was surrounded by students.
Halfway through this semester, the issue that students are most concerned about is:
How is this course graded?
Zhu Qingchen smiled and answered their questions one by one until half past ten when he was able to get away.
Zhu Qingchen held his textbook and thermos cup, preparing to go to the coffee shop where Xia Shu worked part-time.
The coffee shop is right at the school entrance. As you approach, you can smell the rich aroma of coffee.
The floor-to-ceiling windows surround it. It is around ten in the morning and business is very good. Delivery men are coming in and out, and many students are typing their papers here quietly.
Xia Shu changed into a uniform, put on an apron, and held a cup of coffee. She moved skillfully between the tables and chairs with ease.
Zhu Qingchen found a seat by the window and sat down. Xia Shu walked up with the menu and asked softly, "Teacher Zhu, what would you like to drink?"
Zhu Qingchen seemed to see him now, and asked in a daze, "Xia Shu, you are here too?"
system:?
"What are you pretending for? You obviously came here on purpose!"
"I work part-time here." Xia Shu said calmly, "Teacher, what would you like to drink? I'll give you a discount with my employee card."
"Okay." Zhu Qingchen smiled, "I won't drink coffee, I'll have one of their signature cakes instead."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Xia Shu left with the menu in her arms. Zhu Qingchen propped up his head and looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window of the cafe.
Opposite is a billiard hall, which also has floor-to-ceiling windows.
The system said: "Zhou Ziqian and his group of friends made the bet because they saw Xia Shu in the billiard hall. If you had come earlier and bought the billiard hall, maybe Zhou Ziqian would not have seen Xia Shu."
Zhu Qingchen asked: "Will Chuanshuju provide funds for the acquisition?"
“No, you earn it yourself.”
"You might as well not say it."
After a while, Xia Shu brought his small cake over: "Teacher Zhu, please enjoy your meal."
"Yes, thank you."
Just at this moment, the bell on the door of the cafe rang, and a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen years old pushed the door open.
The boy was a little short, with a pale face, but his short black hair made him look full of energy.
He was carrying a small black backpack and was dressed simply. He looked around as if looking for something. His eyes were somewhat similar to Xia Shu's, both were sparkling.
When he saw Xia Shu, his eyes brightened up: "Brother!"
When Xia Shu saw him, she immediately stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Chi, why are you here? Do your parents know?"
Zhu Qingchen scooped a piece of cake and put it into his mouth, then he realized that this was Xia Chi, Xia Shu's younger brother.
Xia Chi smiled at his brother, revealing two small canine teeth, and raised the phone in his hand: "I was video-calling my parents all the way here, I'll be fine."
"I missed my brother, so I came to see him." Xia Chi waved to his parents on the phone, "Mom and Dad, I'm here, don't worry, bye."
Father and Mother Xia responded very gently, "Okay, then you stay with your brother for a while, don't cause trouble for him, and call mom and dad when you come back."
"Okay." Xia Chi hung up the phone, looked around, and asked quietly, "Brother Ziqian is not here, right?"
He was afraid that Zhou Ziqian would see him and cause conflicts between him and his brother, so he always came to visit his brother when Zhou Ziqian was not around.
"He's not here. He's already quit his part-time job at the cafe and is now working as a waiter somewhere else."
In fact, Zhou Ziqian didn't have a part-time job at all. He came to the coffee shop in the first place because of the bet. Later, after he got Xia Shu, he got tired of her, so he simply quit his part-time job and lied to Xia Shu that he was working somewhere else.
Xia Shu glanced at the clock and said to his brother, "I still have more than half an hour before I get off work. You sit here for a while and I'll take you to the cafeteria for dinner later."
"Yeah." Xia Chi nodded and looked around. The cafe was full and there were no other seats.
Xia Shu thought about it, pulled his brother to Zhu Qingchen, and asked softly, "Teacher Zhu, this is my brother. The coffee shop is full. Can I share a table with you?"
"Okay, take a seat." Zhu Qingchen nodded with a smile and pushed his cake forward.
"Thank you, Teacher Zhu." Xia Shu brought out a chair and asked Xia Chi to sit down. "Are you hungry after coming here? Eat something to fill your stomach. I'll pay for it."
"No need, thank you brother. I just felt thirsty when I came here. A glass of boiled water will be enough." Xia Chi stretched out a finger.
"Wait."
Xia Chi smiled and watched his brother leave, then turned back and looked at Zhu Qingchen: "Hello, are you my brother's teacher?"
"Yes, my name is Zhu Qingchen." Zhu Qingchen nodded, "We just finished class."
Xia Chi looked down at the Book of Songs that Zhu Qingchen had placed on the table, and said with a smile, "My brother really likes Chinese, especially these ancient poems. He must really like Mr. Zhu's class."
"Well, he takes the class very seriously and has his own unique insights into these poems."
"That's great." Xia Chi whispered, "When my brother was filling out his application, everyone said that finance or computer science would be easy to earn money and find a job, and would help reduce the burden on the family in the future. Only I knew that my brother liked writing, and I wanted him to study the major he liked..."
Before he could finish his words, Xia Shu came over with a cup of warm water and a plate of waffles.
"Xiao Chi, what are you talking about? Don't tell this to Teacher Zhu."
Xia Chi looked at his brother and shut up obediently.
Zhu Qingchen smiled and said, "It's okay, your brother is right."
Xia Chi was flattered: "Really? My brother always says I'm talking nonsense."
"Really, you can say more."
Just at this moment, a customer waved to Xia Shu: "Hello, I want to order."
Xia Shu turned back quickly: "Please wait a moment."
Xia Chi immediately formed a united front with Zhu Qingchen: "Brother, go and do your work. I will chat with Teacher Zhu."
Zhu Qingchen also waved at him: "Well, bye."
Xia Shu looked back every few steps, feeling uneasy. Seeing that Xia Chi really liked Zhu Qingchen and Zhu Qingchen didn't seem impatient at all, she felt relieved. !
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