Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

On a late autumn night, in a warehouse that had been abandoned for who knows how long, the sound of weeping could be heard in the pitch-black darkness.

Aunt Zheng unconsciously moved two more steps closer to the light.

Uncle Li, who was standing nearby, wasn't scared. He picked up a flashlight, went outside, and said to the west, "Hey, why are you still crying? You can't solve a problem and you're crying for half an hour. Are you even going to study?"

Clearly, this wasn't the first time the man outside had cried; Uncle Li was already used to it.

The crying subsided a little.

Aunt Zheng couldn't resist her curiosity and leaned closer to ask in a low voice, "Old comrade, what's this?"

Uncle Li gave her a reassuring look and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, little sister. She's just a little girl... She's easily moved to tears. She cries as soon as she gets a question wrong. I've only been here for four hours, and she's cried five times already."

Aunt Zheng: "..."

Well, compared to her, I'm not much worse.

The sound of dragging footsteps grew louder as a girl with red eyes stepped into the light.

She sobbed, her shoulders heaving, tears streaming down her face.

Aunt Zheng sighed silently, took out her handkerchief and gave it to her, saying comfortingly, "Girl, don't cry, there's nothing you can't get through."

"I...I..." The girl took the handkerchief, wiped away her tears, and said in a trembling voice, "I've taken the test six times already, but I still can't do it...I can't pass again...what am I going to do..."

Her appearance reminded Aunt Zheng of the six months before Zheng Miaoying's college entrance examination.

During those six months, Zheng Miaoying's best exam score was ninth in the grade, and her worst score was falling out of the top 100.

During that time, Zheng Miaoying was the same way; she would cry her heart out if she got a question wrong.

Then the more she cried, the more mistakes she made, and the more mistakes she made, the more she cried...

Those six months were the darkest time for the mother and daughter. On the one hand, they had to bear the uncertainty of the future, and on the other hand, they had to endure the ridicule of relatives—such as, "What's the use of a girl studying? She should just go to the south to work as soon as possible..."

At that time, she was prepared for Zheng Miaoying to fail any exams.

Looking at this little girl's desperate appearance now, how similar she is to them back then.

Aunt Zheng unconsciously reached out and gently patted the girl's head.

She said, "Even if you don't get into any of the top schools, you'll still be a good child to your mother."

She had said this to Yingzi many times.

She's not very educated and can't articulate profound truths or eloquent words; she just says what she thinks.

The girl looked at Aunt Zheng through teary eyes, her lips pursed, tears still streaming down her face.

Their commotion alerted Zheng Miaoying, who was explaining a problem.

She put down her book and came over, asking, "What's wrong?"

She remembered this student; he was the first one to run up and sign up after class, and his seat was right in the middle of the first row.

"Waaah...Teacher Zheng..."

Upon seeing Zheng Miaoying, the girl cried even harder.

Although she was a few years older than Zheng Miaoying, she inexplicably wanted to rely on her.

Zheng Miaoying was a little flustered by her crying.

She subconsciously put herself in Lin Ting's shoes, wondering what Lin Ting would say if she were here...

"Hold it back."

As Yingzi gradually became more compliant, her mouth moved faster than her brain, and this sentence slipped out without her noticing.

The girl let out a "ga" and swallowed back her sob.

Zheng Miaoying pursed her lips, trying her best to remain serious.

In reality, she was panicking terribly, completely unaware of what was wrong, and whether making her hold it in would be like stabbing her in the heart again.

Uncle Li, standing nearby, helplessly explained the whole story, then winked at Zheng Miaoying, signaling her to quickly calm her classmate down.

Zheng Miaoying was silent for a moment, then said, "If all you can do is cry, you won't pass the exam even on your seventh try."

The girl never expected that instead of comfort, she would receive such a blunt verdict.

“Time is limited. The longer you cry, the fewer words you'll have to memorize,” Zheng Miaoying said. “However, crying won’t help you at all.”

Zheng Miaoying didn't know what would be said, but she knew that if she hadn't been so preoccupied with her grades back then, she would have done even better in the college entrance exam and could have gone to Dongda University or Beijing University.

Not knowing how to persuade her, she took her hand and led her to the front row.

"You don't have time to waste, do your homework."

"I sob sob..."

"Hold it back."

"..."

"Ok."

Aunt Zheng watched from behind. She walked to the last row, looked at the names on the table, and asked Uncle Li softly, "They've recruited so many students?"

"Yes," Uncle Li nodded. "I heard from Liangzi that they recruited 108 people today alone."

"That's... pretty good."

Zheng Miaoying stayed in the study room for a long time today, until almost 10 o'clock, when Uncle Li announced that the study time was over and she had to leave.

A dozen or so people packed their things together, and after Uncle Li locked the door, they pushed their bicycles out together.

Uncle Li's flashlight was very bright, probably because the batteries had just been changed.

They walked onto the main road, leaving with their classmates who were going in the same direction. Uncle Li watched them all walk away before asking, "How are you two going?"

Aunt Zheng arrived in a hurry and was quite generous, taking Zheng Miaoying by taxi.

There are no taxis on the road right now.

Uncle Li simply pushed his bicycle and walked with them along the road towards home, glancing at any bicycles that might pass by as they went.

Aunt Zheng walked away for a while before saying, "You can't stay out this late."

Zheng Miaoying's heart sank.

Aunt Zheng continued, "I'll pick you up in the evenings from now on."

"Mother."

"Ok?"

"It's so kind of you."

……

Zheng Miaoying wasn't the only one about to be picked up by her parents; Lin Ting received the same treatment.

"Dad, you're so tired from work, why don't you come pick me up? I'll just go home with my classmate."

Lin Ting was actually planning to buy a car so he could drive Yingzi back to school and get back before the dorms closed.

Can……

"Male or female classmate?" Lin's father asked, getting straight to the point.

Lin Ting remained silent.

Female students? If they encounter robbers, wouldn't they be caught in one fell swoop?

Male classmates? Clearly, Dad's vigilance against male classmates is no less than his vigilance against hooligans.

Lin Ting's brain was working at full speed. After a moment, she said, "Dad, why don't we find a reliable driver to pick me up on time every day?"

Lin Ting really didn't want to trouble her father. He was already working hard enough, and if he had to pick her up every night, he would have to cut back on at least an hour of sleep.

After a moment's thought, Lin's father turned to Lin's mother and asked, "Wife, what do you think?"

Lin's mother thought for a moment and nodded: "It would be best if we could rely on someone, but... we don't have any friends who drive taxis."

Lin Ting raised his hand: "I know a driver uncle, uh, one of Jiang Zong's uncles, he's a professional driver."

However, he wasn't driving a taxi, but a Crown.

“Jiang Zong?” Lin Ma had a very good impression of Jiang Zong and nodded. “He is reliable.”

Lin's father suddenly sat up straight, staring at Lin Ting and asking, "Jiang Zong? Judging from the name, he's a boy? Is he a classmate of yours? Or..."

Lin's father squinted.

Lin Ting remained silent.

She said that her dad was just as protective of male classmates as he was of hooligans.