Chapter 19 The World's Number One University
The broad-shouldered, long-legged boy stood at the entrance of the courtyard. He paused for a few seconds, then suddenly turned and ran away.
Wen Fengmian was taken aback, then called out, "Yuyu, why are you running?"
The boy had already disappeared.
"Cough cough cough..." Wen Fengmian was so angry that he couldn't help but cough again: "Look, how come he ran away as soon as you came back?"
"You're not feeling well, please go inside first." Ying Zijing patted his back. "I'll go check on you."
Yu Yu is Wen Fengmian's biological son. His full name is Wen Tinglan, but he was given this nickname because he was often sick as a child.
They are not siblings by blood, but their bond is even stronger than that of biological siblings.
“Yaoyao…” Wen Fengmian hesitated, then sighed after a long while, “Alright.”
He smiled again, his features refined and gentle: "I'll go cook for you, you can eat when I get back."
Ying Zijin nodded: "We can only cook glutinous rice balls."
Don't even think about touching oil fumes.
The medicinal herbs here are too young, so she needs to regulate Wen Fengmian's body from various aspects.
Wen Fengmian coughed lightly, looking somewhat uncomfortable: "Dad knows. You should go find Yuyu."
It gave the impression that they were trying to drive people away.
“If when I come back I find—” Ying Zijing glanced casually at the kitchen, her tone still relatively gentle, “you know what to do.”
Wen Fengmian suddenly felt that his daughter seemed fiercer this time she came back: "..."
He said, half helplessly and half amused, "Okay, Dad will listen to you."
Ying Zijing nodded before leaving.
Watching the girl's departing figure, Wen Fengmian sighed softly, his feelings complicated, and his eyes reddened again.
How could he not see that she had lost a lot of weight since she came back this time?
Although his family was poor, he never let his two children suffer from food shortages.
What exactly happened after Yaoyao returned to the Ying family?
Didn't the Ying family say they would take her back to live a good life?
Wen Fengmian frowned, pressed his chest and coughed again, looking very worried.
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When Ying Zijing found Wen Tinglan, he was standing alone by the river, silently watching the fireworks in the distance, his eyes dark and still.
The night was deep, and a cool breeze was blowing.
A thin layer of ice covered the river, reflecting the full moon.
The young man was as swift as the wind, his back straight and upright.
Dressed in white with black trousers, she exuded an air of refined elegance.
He's the kind of guy that girls at school would fall for.
Ying Zijing stepped forward, took a lollipop out of her pocket, and handed it to him: "Peach flavor."
But Wen Tinglan didn't answer, she didn't even move.
He was laughing, a cold, chilling laugh: "I thought you'd never come back in this lifetime, so why did you come back?"
There was no reply.
After waiting for a full ten minutes, the boy turned his head, his eyes cold.
But upon closer inspection, his expression suddenly changed.
The girl was noticeably thinner than when they parted a year ago, and by the moonlight, he could see the needle marks on her arms.
They were densely packed, numerous, and countless.
It wasn't obvious at first, but because her skin had a sickly white hue, it became even more pronounced.
shocking.
Wen Tinglan froze, staring blankly at the needle marks. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Sister, are you... sick?"
She hadn't come back for a year; it turned out she was sick?
Ying Zijing didn't answer, but took out the lollipop again and raised an eyebrow: "Not angry anymore?"
Her younger brother developed a severe personality disorder due to a certain incident, and refused to communicate with the outside world.
His condition improved after the age of ten, but this also contributed to his cold and reserved personality.
For a while, Wen Fengmian couldn't get close to him.
The year she disappeared from his life caused him considerable pain.
Gazing at the sea and listening to the waves, I rise with the wind, soaring straight up ninety thousand miles.
Wen Tinglan, this name embodies Wen Fengmian's high hopes.
"What happened?" Wen Tinglan still didn't answer, his eyes dark and deep. "Sister, is the Ying family treating you badly? What have they done?"
"It's alright, I'm fine." Ying Zijing kicked a pebble on the ground and smiled faintly. "You should focus on your studies and don't worry about anything else."
Wen Tinglan was a genius from a young age, but because he was physically weak, he did not start school until he was thirteen. Even so, he skipped several grades.
She's a year younger than her and is already a senior in high school, taking the college entrance exam in June.
Upon hearing this, Wen Tinglan pursed his lips, his arm trembled slightly, and he took the lollipop.
Tear open the candy wrapper, put it in your mouth, and bite it.
It was sweet, just like before, but he felt inexplicably choked up.
Even after all this time, he will never forget the ugly faces of those people from a year ago.
"What Wen Zijin? Zijin is the daughter of our Ying family, so naturally she also has the surname Ying. Don't try to claim any connection with her."
"If Qingzhi's students knew that she had a farmer father and a younger brother, what would they think of her?"
"Here's 100,000. Forget you have a daughter. She'll never see you again. You'll only hold her back, understand?"
Then, his sister really didn't come back for a year, not even a phone call.
He waited and waited, until he gave up.
He thought she had forgotten about them after she went to Shanghai.
Now it seems that it was clearly the Ying family who did something wrong, and she was also not doing well.
Wen Tinglan pursed her lips again and whispered, "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have held a grudge against you."
He knew he had a mental illness and was quite violent, but he couldn't control himself.
The boy lowered his head slightly and clenched his fists.
He's trying to change.
He desperately wanted to become a normal person.
"It's not your fault." Ying Zijing put her hands in her pockets. "Let's go back. Dad must be getting impatient."
With the knot in her heart untied, Wen Tinglan relaxed her tense body and, just like she had for the past ten years, chatted casually: "Actually, I didn't have class this afternoon; I asked for leave."
Ying Zijin nodded slightly: "You went to the market in the city to buy meat?"
"Hmm." Wen Tinglan remained silent for a moment, then said softly, "Dad's health is getting worse and worse, and I was thinking of giving him some nourishing food."
Normally, even if there is meat to eat, Wen Fengmian will not touch it.
Ying Zijing pondered for a moment: "Have you decided which university you want to apply to?"
"Yes." When this was mentioned, a faint light appeared in the boy's dark eyes, brighter than the stars and moon. "Sister, I want to apply to Beijing University."
Imperial University, the number one university in China, is a place that countless students aspire to attend.
Ying Zijing was not surprised by this answer. With Wen Tinglan's abilities, she could easily pass the exam even without sufficient learning resources.
Wen Tinglan added, "However, what I really want to go to is Norton University, but without a recommendation letter written by the president himself, I can't go at all."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment: "What university?"
“Norton University.” Wen Tinglan thought she didn’t know, so she took out her phone, searched for the encyclopedia entry, and showed it to her. “This one, ranked number one in the QS World University Rankings, and it has never changed.”
Ying Zijing stared at the screen and fell silent.
She felt that there were many things wrong with her since she came back this time.
It's one thing for the Laurent family to have opened banks all over the world, after all, stingy people can amass wealth quickly.
How can a madman who only studies theology run a university that is the best in the world?
Ying Zijin: ?
Someone: I don't know, maybe it just happened while playing?
A purely platonic sibling relationship. The younger brother is so young, a boy not even sixteen years old. What are you thinking?!
QS World University Rankings: The annual world university rankings are updated every year, with MIT holding the top spot for eight consecutive years.
(End of this chapter)
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