Chapter 150
After Fang Xiaoqin reluctantly left the office, Teacher Wang said to the young student standing by the window:
"I'm sorry you had to see this, Zhuo Xuan."
"Sigh, I don't want to get involved in these trivial matters, but I just remembered that her uncle is the publicity officer, and he helped take many of the school's publicity newspapers and photos. I thought I'd do him a favor."
Lu Zhuoxuan smiled faintly: "We can't use the interests of other students to do this favor."
"Yes, yes, you're right. I was too attached to appearances." Teacher Wang took out a large stack of materials and said, "Now that the first-year students have arrived, I'm too busy to handle them all. Zhuo Xuan, you're already a junior this year, and your coursework isn't so heavy anymore. Why don't you come and help me be a freshman counselor for a term?"
"If you become a freshman counselor for a term, the school can apply for a separate project research lab for you. Haven't you always wanted your own studio?"
"No, I'm busy right now." Lu Zhuoxuan straightened up. "My grandma hasn't been feeling well lately, so I need to spend more time with her."
Are your parents doing well in Beijing?
"I'm fine." After saying that, Lu Zhuoyang waved his hand and walked outside. "I'm leaving."
Looking at Lu Zhuoxuan's imposing figure, Teacher Wang sighed slightly, "Like begets like, no wonder he is a descendant of the Lu family."
Due to the special circumstances at the time, Lu Zhuoxuan's grandfather was labeled a counter-revolutionary. After being exonerated, he no longer had the energy to pursue the matter and thus went into seclusion.
However, by the time of Lu Zhuoxuan's parents, they had made a comeback, and both of them held important positions in the capital.
The library at East China University was donated by Lu Zhuoxuan's grandfather after he was exonerated.
Now that the Lu family has reached Lu Zhuoxuan, it's not clear that he has any interest in politics, but he seems quite interested in researching new electronic technologies.
Last semester, he approached the school and said he wanted his own research lab and planned to start a research team.
Teacher Wang then took charge of this matter.
He planned to let Lu Zhuoxuan use any title he could get the research lab to use.
But now that his grandmother is sick, it might take a while.
After leaving school, Lu Zhuoxuan drove home.
The Lu family's old house is located in the old town of Huadong City, where most of the houses are detached houses with courtyards, old-style courtyard houses.
When Lu Zhuoxuan returned home, he saw his grandmother wearing glasses and sitting in the courtyard doing embroidery.
“Grandma.” Lu Zhuoxuan walked over, squatted down in front of his grandmother, and said helplessly, “Didn’t I tell you already? Your eyesight isn’t good, so you shouldn’t do embroidery.”
Grandma Lu slapped her grandson's hand away: "Oh dear, don't touch my needle and thread, you'll mess up my patterns."
Lu Zhuoxuan stood up, looked at the housekeeper, and said disapprovingly, "Why did you send Grandma to the shop again?"
Grandma Lu said with a smile, "Luckily, I had nothing to do today and went to the old shop. I met a pretty girl who really caught my eye."
“Look, this cheongsam is one I made especially for her. The style was even designed by the girl herself.” Grandma Lu was in a good mood. “If I can gain a disciple by making a cheongsam for my old bones, then it’s all worth it.”
It was a cheongsam made of light pearly pink silk, with the embroidery just beginning. I wonder what Grandma Lu was going to embroider.
But looking at the drawings next to him, Lu Zhuoxuan saw that they should be several white orchids.
Lu Zhuoxuan was influenced by his grandmother from a young age and also knows how to appreciate the charm and beauty of women wearing cheongsams.
The cheongsam possesses a unique Chinese style, characterized by gentleness, intellect, and understated beauty.
In addition, the mysterious and intricate Shu embroidery, with its complex craftsmanship and cultural connotations accumulated over hundreds of years, makes a handmade cheongsam exceptionally precious.
Lu Zhuoxuan glanced over and noticed that the pearly pink cheongsam in his grandmother's hand was cut so thinly at the waist that it seemed to be only the size of his two palms.
I wonder how tiny a girl's waist would have to be to fit into that.
And that pearlescent pink color—it would be a visual disaster for anyone with darker skin tones to wear.
"Oh, by the way," Grandma Lu said, "this girl is from the same school as you. She's a freshman. If you have the chance to meet her, you'll probably like her a lot."
It is said that no one knows a child better than their mother, and Lu Zhuoxuan was raised by his grandmother from a young age, so Grandma Lu knows him best.
She finds that girl so pleasing to the eye, she's sure her grandson will like her too.
But Lu Zhuoxuan didn't think so.
He had just returned from Professor Wang's place and witnessed the unreasonable and demanding nature of this year's new female students, so he didn't have a good impression of them.
"Alright, Grandma, it's getting dark, so please stop making it. If you really want to, then do it during the day." Lu Zhuoxuan said helplessly, "But you have to promise me that after you finish this cheongsam, you won't make any more."
"Alright, alright, why is a young person so talkative?" Grandma Song said with a smile.
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When Fang Xiaoqin returned home, she was seething with anger.
Ji Wanmei was taking out the gifts she had bought and giving them to her roommates.
Each person received a silk scarf and a small box of Wuguifang pastries.
These things might not be considered very valuable to families like Fang Xiaoqin and Zhou Yuejuan, but they are very precious to students like Zhou Min.
Everyone was very happy to receive the gifts and kept thanking Ji Wanmei.
"He who eats another's food is bound to be bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to be bound to him," so even Zhou Yuejuan had nothing to say.
But when Fang Xiaoqin walked in and saw that the other girls in the dormitory were chatting and laughing while eating pastries, as if they were excluding her, she was instantly furious.
This whole thing was started by that Ji Wanmei. Fang Xiaoqin, looking unpleasant, moved to the lower bunk by the door and glared at Ji Wanmei.
Ji Wanmei didn't show favoritism. Although she didn't like Fang Xiaoqin's personality, she bought seven gifts for the seven people in the dormitory besides herself.
After Fang Xiaoqin left, Ji Wanmei also placed a portion on the lower bunk by the door.
Fang Xiaoqin glanced at the silk scarf and pastry box, then swept them aside, flipping them to the ground. She sneered, "What junk! Who cares!"
The pastry box instantly scattered, and the silk scarf fell to the ground.
Ji Wanmei pursed her lips and remained silent.
The dormitory was quiet for a moment.
Zhou Min walked over, picked up the things, and smiled at Ji Wanmei: "It's okay, she doesn't care, but I do."
Zhou Min didn't mind that the pastry had fallen on the ground. She dusted it off, put a piece in her mouth, and ate it. "So sweet."
Ji Wanmei was slightly moved, thinking that if something had fallen on the ground, it shouldn't be eaten.
But seeing Zhou Min's sincere eyes, he didn't say anything in the end, and just smiled back at her.
When making friends, you have to put your heart into it.
Outside the dormitory, a dormitory supervisor came over and said, "Who is Ji Wanmei? There's a man looking for you at the school gate."
Ji Wanmei was taken aback. Who would come looking for her on the day of school registration?
The name of that person was about to come to mind. Ji Wanmei's heart pounded, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. She got up and ran quickly down from the dormitory.
Could it be Lei Tingjun coming to find her?!
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