Chapter 26 Give me some more to save time...
To save time, Chen Song didn't return to his dorm to put his backpack away. He walked quickly to the school gate, umbrella in hand. A pure white SUV beeped twice, and Chen Song looked over to see Yun Jingsheng waving at him from inside.
Chen Song raised his lips and smiled, then left with an umbrella.
Yun Jingsheng said to him, "Sit in the front."
Chen Song grumbled, opened the passenger door, folded his parachute, and sat down. It was only when he was fastening his seatbelt that he noticed the two people in the back seat.
Fu Weibo was always active in Yun Jingsheng's class, a chatterbox. When he saw Chen Song, he greeted him enthusiastically, "I know you, Chen Song. Are you the student union president?"
Chen Song nodded: "Yes. Hello, I know you too."
Huang Qian teased, "It's hard not to know someone like Fu Weibo."
Fu Weibo said cheerfully, "Really? Am I really that famous? Hahaha, not bad, not bad. Although I also know that I'm handsome, charming, and talented."
Huang Qian: “…”
Chen Song: “…”
Yun Jingsheng chuckled softly and turned the steering wheel: "How did you do in the exams these days?"
Fu Weibo said, "It's so easy. You can pass it by just taking the test."
Huang Qian sighed, her tone subdued in disdain. "Ah, so easy! Don't think I didn't see you in the library. You're more eager than anyone else, going there so early in the morning to grab a seat. Do you even need to review for something so easy?"
Fu Weibo retorted, "How am I so excited? You went there so early in the morning, too. No," he thought, grabbing the back of Chen Song's chair and moving closer to him. "He's the most excited one, okay? I saw him when I went to the library this morning, and he wasn't there when I was leaving in the evening."
"And, on Christmas Eve, Friday, I was getting ready to go out and relax when I saw him walking out of the lab building, still wearing his lab coat. Damn, I've never seen anyone so curly. I guess he was the only one in the lab that day." Fu Weibo said, bowing to Chen Song. "Without your command, we are willing to crown you Your Majesty the Curly King."
Chen Song: “….”
Huang Qian was surprised when she heard this: "Help, is this true, Chen Song?" She also leaned forward to look at Chen Song, "You won't secretly cheat on us during your internship later, right?"
This was a perfectly normal situation for Chen Song, as he had few recreational activities and desperately wanted to forget about Gu Xingjue by being busy, so he had nothing to do besides studying. However, the two men's exaggerated attitudes made him feel a little embarrassed, so he had to make an excuse: "Uh...no, it's just that homework that's more urgent."
No one believed it.
Huang Qian: "We are in the class next to each other, and we have basically the same teacher. Tell me, which teacher does it belong to?"
Chen Song: “…”
Yun Jingsheng was listening with great amusement. He found Chen Song's blocked look somewhat amusing, but he couldn't help but speak up for him. "Hey, stop teasing the president. Besides, when you enter Ruoyang in the future, you won't need him to pull you in. You'll be swept up by the atmosphere there and pull yourself in."
"You know," Yun Jingsheng stopped at a red light, "the hundred or so interns coming to Ruoyang are all top students from their respective schools. You'll only encounter those who are even more powerful. Be prepared, kids."
Fu Weibo didn't take it seriously: "It's okay, I believe our Brother Song can lead our team to beat them hard. Brother Song! Do you have confidence?"
Chen Song suddenly felt uncomfortable being called brother: "...Uh...Just do what you can. No need to call me brother."
Fu Weibo put his arm around Chen Song's shoulders and said, "Don't be so modest. We all believe in you! You're both the president and the top student in your grade. You'll definitely be able to do it!"
The light turned green. Yun Jingsheng glanced at Chen Song and stepped on the accelerator. "I believe you, too. I didn't expect you to be the student union president. No wonder you're so busy that you can't even eat or sleep properly."
Chen Song felt inexplicably guilty: "I ate. I've been eating well recently. I slept well too."
Yun Jingsheng didn't look at him, and said in a low voice, "Is that so?"
Chen Song said "hmm", and Yun Jingsheng didn't say anything more.
Everyone chatted for a while in the car and then arrived at the station.
The restaurant they had booked was a Cantonese restaurant. When Yun Jingsheng led the three children to the private room, several other teachers and the dean were already there. After greeting each other, they took their seats one by one.
Dean He asked the waiter to pass the menu to the four of them. "Take a look and order anything else you'd like to eat. This Cantonese restaurant is very famous in our Jing City. Their white-cut chicken and clay pot rice are amazing! We've already ordered some to try later."
Chen Song still had a poor appetite and didn't want to eat anything in particular. To be honest, he felt like vomiting after looking at the pictures on the menu for a long time, especially the roast suckling pig, which looked very greasy.
Chen Song didn't order anything, so he could eat whatever was served.
After ordering the menu, everyone started chatting with each other.
Students generally had trouble joining in on the teachers' conversations. Huang Qian and Chen Song listened quietly, with only Fu Weibo occasionally able to chime in.
After all the dishes were served, Dean He suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, I forgot. I brought some medicinal wine from home. It's getting colder, so I brought it here to pour each of you a glass to nourish your bodies."
Dean He walked to another small table, on which there was a large bottle wrapped in red velvet. Dean He untied the velvet, brought the bottle to the dining table, and poured a glass for each of them.
When it was Yun Jingsheng's turn, he declined, "Dean He, I have to drive today, so I won't drink for now. I'll have tea instead."
The atmosphere today was already so intense that there was no way Dean He would let Yun Jingsheng go. He ignored Yun Jingsheng's attempts to stop him and picked up the glass to be poured wine. "Hey, Professor Yun, just find a designated driver. Today is your farewell dinner and also a celebration dinner. How can we not drink? It will be hard to have a meal together in the future. This glass of wine must be drunk!"
The other teachers echoed, "That's right, Professor Yun, you have to give our school a chance to thank you!"
"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't matter if designated drivers are so convenient now!"
Dean He filled the glass of wine and placed it on Yun Jingsheng's table. He walked over to the next person and poured him a glass. "Everyone here today, whether they are students or teachers, must toast Professor Yun. No one can escape."
"Chen Song, this wine is very nourishing," Dean He walked over to Chen Song and poured him a full glass of wine. "You should drink more. You look so thin these days. Finals week is so busy. You've been so busy that you haven't even eaten."
Dean He pretended to be angry, but his tone was more concerned. "This wine is actually specially brought for you. You seem unsteady on your feet, so drink more. Any leftovers today are yours to take away."
Chen Song coughed awkwardly and reached for the glass with both hands: "Thank you...thank you, teacher...I'd better not use it. I'm fine."
"Hey!" Dean He was unhappy. "Just keep it for you. It contains ginseng, angelica, deer antler, astragalus, and several other herbs that can replenish qi and blood. Have a few sips tonight."
"Dean He's giving us special treatment again," a teacher joked. "Chen Song, just keep it. Your teacher has been teaching for over 20 years, and I've never seen him pay so much attention to any student. Don't let him down."
Chen Song felt warm in his heart and nodded: "I understand, thank you."
Dean He nodded in satisfaction and sat back in his seat.
Fu Weibo shouted at this time: "Hey Song Yuaner, you are also my good teacher, why don't you give me some special treatment?"
Song Yuan threw a small orange at him: "You little heartless guy, I haven't given you enough special treatment!"
Fu Weibo reached out and took it steadily, grinning broadly and saying, "Hey, how did Dean Song know that I like to eat this orange?"
Dean Song laughed and scolded, "Stinky boy."
The dishes were served one after another and the conversation never stopped.
Chen Song lowered his head and ate quietly, sipping his wine intermittently. The smell was still unpleasant, even stronger than the baijiu he had last time, and the taste wasn't very good either.
Chen Song still didn't understand what was so good about this wine. He couldn't taste it anyway, and smoking was also...
Thinking of smoking, his thoughts drifted back to the night that kept him awake all night. Gu Xingjue lit a cigarette, and his hazy appearance of puffing out smoke appeared before his eyes again.
At this time, Yun Jingsheng leaned over and said to him, "Just drink a moderate amount for your own good. Don't drink too much medicinal wine. You can take some other supplements."
Chen Song's wandering and painful thoughts were pulled back by Yun Jingsheng's voice. Chen Song clenched the cup: "Hmm."
"Professor Yun." Dean He called him.
Yun Jingsheng turned sideways and faced him: "Yes. Dean He."
Dean He asked, "I heard your brother had his wedding abroad a few days ago?"
The gentle smile on Yun Jingsheng's face faltered slightly, but was quickly hidden. He smiled again, "Yes."
Dean Song put down his chopsticks and said, "Oh, it's the second young master of the Yun family, right? I've heard that he went abroad to develop his career a few years ago. Why did you hold your wedding there? Didn't you marry a child from the Gu family? Did that child also go abroad to develop his career?"
Everyone present knew that Yun Jingsheng was the very mysterious eldest master of the Yun family. The topic at this moment aroused everyone's interest. They stopped talking, slowed down their movements, and listened attentively.
The only exception was Chen Song, who wasn't very interested, perhaps because he had already heard about it from Gu Xingjue. Discussing this matter, Chen Song thought of Gu Xingjue again, and became a little irritated, picking up the glass and drinking it down.
The strong hot wine burned its way down the throat, and the cells in the blood gradually woke up and boiled.
Yun Jingsheng also took a sip of wine before saying, "Yes. They've been developing overseas for quite a while, so they should be preparing to settle down there."
In fact, he didn't know either.
"Oh~" Dean He thought Yun Jingsheng was sad about being separated from his brother, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, they will come back. The Yun family's business focus is in China, and we can't leave all the burden on you alone."
Yun Jingsheng didn't say anything, just smiled and took a sip of wine.
"Come on," Dean He said, raising his glass to ease his sadness. "Let's toast to Professor Yun together. Thank you Ruoyang Group for giving our school and our students an opportunity!"
Everyone stood up.
"Here's to you, Professor Yun! I wish you a carefree life and may all your dreams come true!"
"I wish you good luck and prosperity, and may wealth come from all directions..."
When Chen Song stood up, his head felt light and his thoughts were a little sluggish. After everyone finished speaking, he slowly raised his glass and said, "I wish you... no matter what happens, you have the courage to start over again! I wish... I wish... I wish that we can all be... Mr. Courage!"
Everyone was surprised to see the taciturn Chen Song drunk at this time, and they laughed and teased him.
"Hey, Chen Song's alcohol tolerance isn't very good. Will he get drunk after just one glass?"
The glass in Chen Song's hand was empty, but he didn't notice it at all. After saying the blessing, he raised his head and drank it all. He tried to pour for a long time but not a drop of spring water fell into his thirsty mouth.
Chen Song's face turned red like an apple, his delicate eyebrows knitted together, and he smacked his lips in dissatisfaction: "How come it's gone?"
"Give me some more, teacher!" Chen Song tilted his head and raised his glass towards Dean He, looking like a proud child.
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