Chapter 22: Mulberries You and Professor Zhuang
Jiada.
The early winter sun shines down, without any obvious color or temperature.
Sang Fu found a place to park the car. As soon as she closed the car door, the phone in her bag vibrated.
She took out her cell phone as she walked.
Junjun: [Sister Fufu, wait for me, I'll be right out.]
Junjun: [By the way, do you know Chen Jiawen?]
Sang Fu stared at the unfamiliar name for a long time before she remembered that it seemed to be the male college student she met in the museum a while ago.
She replied: [I don’t know him.]
Junjun: [Hi, I just said I didn't know him. He suddenly contacted me last time and asked if I had your contact information. I wanted to ask you but forgot, so I didn't give it to him. But I think he wants to pursue you.]
She has always been casual and outgoing in her speech, and now that she is familiar with Sang Fu, she speaks even more casually.
Sanfu: [Don't talk nonsense.]
She didn't want to continue the topic: [I'll wait for you at the school gate.]
Junjun: [Right away! Right away!]
Less than five minutes later, Junjun came out and got into her car mysteriously.
Today is Sheng Weiyao's birthday. In previous years, Sheng Weiyao and Sang Fu had always spent their birthdays in a simple and unhurried manner.
But Sheng Weiyao's personality is different from Sang Fu's. Sang Fu likes quietness, while she yearns for liveliness. Despite this, she always indulges Sang Fu. She spends her birthday alone with Sang Fu, and then has a party with her friends the next day.
But Sheng Weiyao was too busy this year and didn't have time to celebrate her birthday twice, so she specifically asked Sang Fu if she could bring some friends to celebrate together.
Sanfu refused.
Because several days ago, Junjun took the initiative to call her: "Sister Fufu, it seems that Sister Weiyao is having a birthday soon. She used to take special care of us in the club, so we want to give her a birthday surprise. Can you help us?"
So this morning, Sang Fu came to pick up Junjun and take him to the private room that Sheng Weiyao had booked in advance to decorate it.
Sheng Weiyao invited a large group of people, and only Junjun agreed. The others either had something else to do, so they only told Junjun the address of the private room.
"Oh! One more thing," Junjun, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to Sang Fu and said, "Chen Jiawen doesn't have class later, so he can come over too. One more person means more strength."
"I don't know if Sister Weiyao has told you that Chen Jiawen was also a cadre in our club before. He retired with her this semester. Our club has a great atmosphere and everyone has a good relationship."
It was all for Sheng Weiyao, so Sang Fu had no objection and agreed.
When they arrived at the private room, the two of them carried all the materials prepared from the car upstairs. After working for a while, Sang Fu heard the door of the private room being pushed open. She turned around and saw that it was Chen Jiawen.
"Hello." He was not embarrassed at all after being rejected by her last time. He pushed the door openly and walked in. "Hello again."
Sang Fu didn't mean to embarrass him. It would be best if he could be self-satisfied. She replied "Hello" and continued doing her own thing.
As soon as Chen Jiawen arrived, Junjun unceremoniously assigned him the task of inflating the balloons, "You are strong, so tie it up after you finish inflating it."
Apart from the initial greetings, there was not much extra free time. Everyone was busy working. Sang Fu finished her work first and then went to help Junjun. Chen Jiawen had the heaviest task and the demand for balloons was particularly large. After they finished their work, they went over to help.
Chen Jiawen kept his hands busy, but tilted his head towards Sang Fu. When Junjun wasn't paying attention, he asked her, "So, can you tell me your name today?"
These girls are very united. He had asked Junjun about it, but she didn't reveal a single word, saying it was personal privacy.
To the point that until now, he still doesn't know her name.
"Sangfu." She didn't even look up.
"Sangfu," Chen Jiawen repeated, smiling, "It sounds really nice."
Sanfu: "..."
During this period, several more club members arrived one after another. The styles of decoration they chose were quite complicated, but because there were enough people, everything was completed after an hour.
Junjun followed Sangfu, and Sangfu sent her back. As soon as she got in the car, someone knocked on the window twice. Sangfu lowered the window in confusion.
Chen Jiawen said shyly, "Can I get a ride?"
Junjun crossed his arms: "You are so shameless. Others just take a taxi back by themselves."
Chen Jiawen: "Junjun, how are you talking to the senior?"
Junjun was not convinced and made a face at Chen Jiawen.
"You're only one year older than me, and you expect me to treat you like an emperor."
The two people kept bickering, and Sangfu was caught in the middle. Although they were of the same age, she was so steady that she seemed like the oldest person here.
She felt helpless, turned her head and said to him, "Come up. I also want to send Junjun off."
Giving one is giving, giving two is also giving.
…
They stopped steadily at the north gate of Jiada University. Junjun said sweet words all the way, saying that she had not treated her to a meal last time she helped her, so she must treat her to something this time.
Junjun is eloquent and most importantly, sincere enough. Sangfu couldn't argue with her and got out of the car.
"Our Jiada University has a really good cafeteria, especially the dessert shop, which is amazing," said Junjun.
The Jiada campus is so vast that it's hard to say how long it would take to get around once you get there. She had foresight: "I asked my friend to buy it right after I got in the car. We'll wait here and she'll bring it over soon."
Chen Jiawen, empty-handed, asked: "You secretly gave me gifts?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the two began to bicker again.
Then Junjun pulled Sangfu aside and said, "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
Sang Fu lowered her head to glance at her phone. Sheng Weiyao was still sending her messages about the birthday party in the evening. Sang Fu could only try to look at it less often or not at all, otherwise she would feel a little soft-hearted if she saw it and didn't want to deceive her.
After checking Weibo again and turning off her phone, Sang Fu realized that her ears were much quieter. Junjun was staring into the distance beside her, but Chen Jiawen was nowhere to be seen.
"Here they come!" Junjun's voice made Sangfu look away. She saw a girl jogging over from a distance and handing her something, a number of exquisite little boxes, some wide and some narrow.
"Thanks."
Sang Fu looked at the heavy bag in her hand, her heart softening. Just as she was about to say goodbye to Junjun and leave, Chen Jiawen's voice, which had disappeared for a long time, came from behind: "Wait a minute!"
Sang Fu turned her head and Chen Jiawen stopped right in front of her.
He ran very fast, panting as he held up a cutely packaged dessert bag, "For you."
Sang Fu was slightly stunned: "Thank you, but I have a lot. If I don't finish it, it will go bad."
"It doesn't matter." Chen Jiawen seemed to have made up his mind and stuffed the thing into her hand without saying anything. "Anyway, I'm happy to give it to you."
Junjun was completely bewildered by his actions, and Sangfu was even more perplexed. She was about to say, "What a waste!" but before she could utter it, Junjun's eyes flickered and he looked away. "Hey, isn't that Professor Zhuang's car? Could he be taking the seniors out for dinner again?"
Jiayuan University boasts a strong faculty, and it's common for associate professors to share the same surname. However, Sheng Weiyao once mentioned to her that among all the professors at Jiayuan University who could be called "professors," only Zhuang Mowen had the surname Zhuang. Therefore, Professor Zhuang was likely the only one who would appear at the entrance of Jiayuan University.
Perhaps because she had verbally "signed" a confidentiality agreement with him a long time ago, Sang Fu was a little surprised and nervous when she turned around.
Her expression remained unchanged, but she subconsciously touched the knuckle of her left ring finger; it was empty.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Whenever she comes to Jiada, she usually takes off her ring.
The north gate barrier automatically retracted, and Zhuang Mowen's car drove out very slowly and very close to them.
A few people moved aside, and in the process, Sangfu stood in the front without knowing it.
The tires rolled slowly past them.
It was very close, so even with the car windows closed, one could still make out the familiar and handsome outline of the man in the driver's seat through the brown windows.
Zhuang Mowen didn't look around, probably not noticing them. In a few breaths, he drove into the main road and disappeared into the traffic.
Because of Junjun's words, Sangfu took a special look at the back seat, and there were indeed a few blurry silhouettes of people sitting upright.
It should be to take students out for dinner.
"It's so pitiful. I heard that although there is no drinking culture and few rules when Professor Zhuang invites us to dinner, the seniors are always scared every time they go. They are confused and have no idea what Professor Zhuang is talking about." Junjun sighed.
Sangfu looked at the direction the vehicle left, thoughtful.
Will it be like this?
But he always seemed to speak very gently.
"Gentle?" Junjun's ears perked up, and he leaned over keenly. "Sister Fufu, when did you and Professor Zhuang talk?"
!
If Sang Fu were a cat, she would definitely be scared to the point of having her fur stand on end at this moment. She blinked wildly out of nervousness, looked stiffly at Junjun, then at Chen Jiawen who was standing beside her in confusion, and at the female classmate who was also full of question marks on her face and was sandwiched between them.
His brain was working rapidly: "Ah, I was looking for Wei Yao before and heard him talking to other teachers."
She was lost in thought just now, and somehow she blurted out what was in her heart.
"Is that so?" Junjun didn't take it to heart. "Professor Zhuang is very strict in academic matters, but he doesn't seem to be very gentle when he speaks normally."
Chen Jiawen nodded.
The female classmate also nodded.
Sang Fu was so frightened that she immediately said, "Maybe I heard it wrong. Maybe it was another teacher who was talking."
"Oh, that's possible."
…
Xiao Yu endured for another two minutes, and finally, while the man in the driver's seat wasn't paying attention, he naturally took out his phone and pretended to check it, but in fact he was sending a message to the group chat without the teacher: [Does anyone know why our teacher has been parked on the side of the road for ten minutes?]
Another companion beside him silently took out his cell phone.
Soon, the chat bar in the group chat moved up one level.
[I don’t know. There are no traffic lights here.]
The last female student also took out her phone: [Maybe the teacher is also worried.]
Xiao Yu: [Who dares to ask?]
The second male student immediately replied: [You can ask if you dare, I don’t dare.]
The carriage was as quiet as a chicken, but the internet was in turmoil, and the three people were chatting enthusiastically.
Xiao Yu: [Hey, did you guys see that girl at the north gate just now?]
Female classmate: [I saw it, the one in the promotional video.]
Xiao Yu: [I thought I made a mistake.]
[Is she dating someone from our school?]
The second male student: [Why do you say that?]
Xiao Yu had a good reason: [Didn't you see the boy next to her stuff the gift directly into her hand? I know that boy, he lives in my dormitory building.]
Female classmate: [You are such a gossip. What does this have to do with you?]
Zhuang Mowen glanced at the three people in the rearview mirror who seemed to be playing their own games but whose typing movements were perfectly synchronized, then looked away indifferently.
"We have a team meeting tomorrow afternoon. Are all the reports ready?"
The three of them shuddered at the same time, put away their phones immediately, sat up straight, and looked miserable.
Xiao Yu mustered up the courage and asked timidly, "Teacher, didn't we have a group meeting this week?"
Having a group meeting once a week is already diligent enough, but having two meetings a week is like living a life of boredom.
"I haven't forgotten."
Zhuang Mowen said such a cold sentence and ignored the three people in the back seat who were crying with tears in their eyes and almost biting their handkerchiefs.
He looked at the left rearview mirror.
Half a minute later, a bus passed by, followed closely by a white Mercedes-Benz SUV.
The next moment, the three people who dared only wailed in their hearts suddenly felt the car shake slightly.
They paused and looked at Zhuang Mowen who was slowly turning the steering wheel.
The car stopped for more than ten minutes for unknown reasons, and then drove forward again for unknown reasons.
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The author has something to say: 1. I stopped there because I wanted to wait for Xiaofu.
2. Zhuang saw everything the students saw, and he had mixed feelings. Moreover, this person has no status to be jealous at all, hahaha
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