This time, Li Xiangdong took Ning Ruoruo to school in a very open and aboveboard manner.
He helped Ning Ruoruo pack her luggage and even treated her roommates to a meal at a restaurant off campus.
Li Xiangdong is already 1.86 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure. He is the type who looks slim in clothes but muscular when undressed.
In addition, he has a very handsome face, which has attracted the attention of many young girls.
Living conditions shape one's character, and upbringing shapes one's temperament. Li Xiangdong had done quite well in both his previous and current lives, so his calm, gentle, and elegant demeanor made him stand out among a group of inexperienced college students.
After he left, Ning Ruoruo's roommate, quite gossipy, asked, "Is your boyfriend from a wealthy family? Is he from Beijing?"
Li Xiangdong speaks fluent Mandarin.
Ning Ruoruo sorted out the many snacks she brought from Lijiapo and shared them with her roommates.
"He is not from Yanjing (Beijing); he is from Huichuan County, Zhao Province."
The roommate exclaimed with considerable doubt, "Really? But it doesn't look like it here!"
Putting aside Li Xiangdong's attire, that Santana alone is not something an ordinary person can drive!
At this moment, Ning Ruoruo pouted at a girl on the upper bunk opposite her and said, "What's so different about him! His Mandarin isn't standard at all; it has a strong regional accent!"
The girl, who was about to put the beef jerky Ning Ruoruo handed her, gave her a rather speechless look and said, "Mao Dihua, don't you think your Mandarin is even better than Ning Ruoruo's boyfriend's?"
Upon hearing this, Mao Dihua bristled like a cat with its fur standing on end. "Who are you calling bad at Mandarin? Are you looking down on me because I'm from the village?"
As she spoke, she burst into tears.
The dormitory door was not closed, and her loud noise quickly attracted the attention of girls from the surrounding dormitories.
Some nosy girls asked Mao Dihua why she was crying. Mao Dihua pointed at the girl holding beef jerky and said, "Class monitor, I'm reporting Zhang Ning for looking down on people from the countryside!"
Zhang Ning was about to retort when Ning Ruoruo stopped her.
“Mao Dihua, no one looks down on rural people. You are the one who has taken things out of context and is making trouble here.”
"You, you're all in cahoots!"
Ning Ruoruo said impatiently, "I came to university to learn knowledge, not to argue with you about these trivial things! Why do you have to waste your time and energy on these petty tricks of scheming?"
Ning Ruoruo genuinely didn't understand this last question.
Seeing Ning Ruoruo's earnest eyes and the probing gazes of those around her, Mao Dihua covered her face and said urgently, "You're all city people, you just look down on me because I'm from the countryside..."
As she spoke, she suddenly burst into tears.
"If you want others to respect you, study hard, get first place in your grade, and strive for a first-class scholarship! Does it really matter whether someone comes from a rural area or not? Professor Qian's hometown is just a small mountain village, but she is now a highly respected professor at our school. Would anyone look down on her because she comes from a rural area?"
Ning Ruoruo said, enunciating each word clearly.
Mao Dihua's sobs gradually subsided, and the girls around her all agreed that Ning Ruoruo was right.
"You managed to get into a prestigious university in the capital from a rural area in the Northwest, that's your achievement! Why are you fixated on your least important background and forget about the results you achieved through hard work?"
Ning Ruoruo looked at Mao Dihua seriously, "This is the first and last time I'll say something like this to you. My time is very limited. There's so much knowledge to learn, I can't finish it even if I work day and night."
The implication is that I won't waste my time on you, and you can stop now.
After saying that, Ning Ruoruo asked Zhang Ning to share the snacks she had brought with everyone, and then she went to the library with her backpack.
When the people around saw Ning Ruoruo go to study, they were so excited that they scattered and forgot all about the flowers and snacks.
My goodness, someone smarter than you is also more hardworking than you, isn't that the scariest thing in the world!
Zhang Ning left sometime later.
Looking at the empty dormitory, Mao Dihua was dumbfounded and felt a little uneasy.
She is 28 years old this year, making her the oldest in the entire class.
She came from a small village in the Northwest, and no one knew how much effort she had put in to get there.
The two young children, cruelly abandoned by their husbands, toiled in the fields all day, and then, despite their exhaustion, studied by the dim light of the lampless night...
Her mother-in-law complained that she was wasting kerosene, so she went to read in the moonlight. In winter, her hands and feet would almost freeze off, and in summer, there were mosquitoes everywhere...
That's how she got into university.
At that time, the town sent her her university admission letter with great fanfare. Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, she wore a big red flower. How spirited she was then!
But when did things start to change?
Perhaps her mindset had already subtly changed the moment she entered Yanjing.
His clothes were patched upon patched, his shoes were covered in mud, his white shirt was never clean, his hands were chapped, and his fingernails were covered in black grime that couldn't be washed off.
Then, she began her university life.
Here, there are always people younger and prettier than her, and from better-off families. While others eat cake and watch movies, she has to work part-time in the canteen, saving every penny to send food coupons back to her family in the Northwest.
That family all thought she had made something of herself and was enjoying great wealth in the capital. They would write to her every time, asking for money, food coupons, cloth coupons, and industrial coupons.
But as a poor student, besides the small monthly stipend from the school, where would she get any extra money?
The tufted flower is self-conscious.
Later, she discovered that Ning Ruoruo, who lived in the dormitory, was not from a well-off family either. It was said that her parents had passed away and she had to take care of a paralyzed grandfather.
Therefore, Mao Dihua found a strange sense of superiority in Ning Ruoruo.
However, Li Xiangdong's appearance completely shattered Mao Dihua's fragile psychological balance.
Ning Ruoruo actually has such a rich boyfriend!
When Li Xiangdong treated them to lunch, he didn't even look at the prices when ordering food, and of course he wasn't as careful as she was, afraid of exceeding the budget.
That effortless, nonchalant manner assaulted Mao Dihua's mind.
So, Zhang Ning's words caused her to explode.
She never expected that Ning Ruoruo would treat her with such indifference.
She was just as indifferent as Li Xiangdong!
It's like you're just another dish in a restaurant!
Mao Dihua trembled all over, feeling that she had been greatly insulted.
She didn't know how much time had passed when Ning Ruoruo's words suddenly echoed in her mind.
"Go study! Go and get first place!"
Mao Dihua wiped away her tears, got out of bed, grabbed her schoolbag, and headed straight for the library...
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