The husband and wife of a wealthy school

Just after the last class in the morning, Zhao Yan was packing up his books and preparing to leave. The monitor of his class came over and knocked on his desk, saying that the counselor was looking for him and asked him to go to the office of the Department of Clinical Medicine.

He and the other two in the dormitory sat in the seats they occupied before. Sure enough, those three seats were not occupied by anyone else, but after the word "Zhao Yan", someone wrote three large characters with a red watercolor pen—— shameless.

It made Jiang Hai laugh so happily that Zhao Yanquan pretended not to see it, and didn't bother to erase the three big red characters behind it, or tear off the note stuck on the table.

When the squad leader knocked on the table just now, he just knocked on those three words, so the rest of his words were said with a frown.

"Brother, I guess Director Zheng came to you probably because of this, so you can ask for good luck." Jiang Hai said before leaving, pointing at the three eye-catching big red letters, his voice full of schadenfreude.

When Jiang Hai is in a good mood, he will call Zhao Yan "buddy". When he is in a good mood, he is in a good mood when he thinks you are going to be unlucky.

Liu Li on the side: "Go and see if the pimples on Zheng Mazi's face have increased. Last time I went up and counted, there are at least twenty or thirty pimples on one face. If there are more, it is her two acnes. The sky is full of anger, so you should keep a low profile and don't get into trouble."

The counselor in their class is surnamed Zheng, and everyone is used to calling him Dao Zheng. She is a middle-aged woman in her 40s.Some time ago, Liu Li was invited to talk about his life because of too many absenteeisms.From then on, Director Zheng became Zheng Mazi in Liu Li's mouth.

The department office is on the fourth floor of the complex building. Zhao Yan took the elevator up. He remembered this incident. His work-study opportunity was lost this time.

There are four desks in the department office, Director Zheng's desk is facing the door, the one by the window.The reason why I remember this so clearly is that in the last life, when Director Zheng said that he was ruining the school spirit, he would look down at the potted cactus on the windowsill, move his eyes further out, and look farther away, and he could see the library gate The fountain pool outside, the water in the pool has frozen in December.

When he entered the school, his college entrance examination scores were not high among the freshmen in the class of 08, but he came from a remote mountainous area, where the quality of teaching and the strength of teachers are incomparable with those in the city.He has been a three-good student from elementary school to high school, a model of morality, and finally he was admitted to the nationally famous T University.

As soon as he came here, he was accused by the teacher of ruining the school atmosphere. At that time, he wanted to argue with red eyes, but he didn't know where to start.

Zhao Yan walked over and called Teacher Zheng.

Director Zheng looked up at Zhao Yan. She put down the pen in her hand, adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and leaned back in the chair, as if she wanted to educate children who had gone astray.

"Zhao Yan, it was not easy for you to get into T from a poor mountainous area. The teacher took good care of you from the beginning of school, right, and even applied for a work-study program for you. The teacher always thought that you were a good student. Since your family is poor, you know how to work hard. Study hard. But, look at what you have done. There has been ups and downs in the school. Who do you think you are doing right? Of course, the teacher is not blaming you. As a counselor, I cannot shirk your mistakes. responsibility." When Director Zheng talked about the excitement, she likes to make gestures and knock on the table to add momentum to her words.

When the other teachers in the department heard the word "Zhao Yan", they all looked up curiously. They didn't know what the legendary Zhao Yan looked like.

Zhao Yan looked at Director Zheng's face, he didn't count them one by one, but he guessed that the pimples on this face must have increased, because it seemed that the anger was quite strong.

Director Zheng continued: "Do you know who Yan Cheng is?"

Zhao Yan wasn't sure what aspect she was asking and the purpose of asking this sentence, he tentatively replied: "Senior?"

"He is the son of the mayor of this city. Do you know how bad your incident has brought to the school? Fortunately, the matter was stopped in time and it did not become irreversible. In case something really happened to Yancheng, You will be held criminally responsible." Director Zheng slapped the table loudly.

In fact, Director Zheng was going to say that it is illegal for men to rape and rape men, but she changed her words temporarily because she suddenly realized that these words were indecent and not suitable for being a teacher.

"Mr. Zheng, do you have any evidence to prove that I did this?" Zhao Yan said without blushing, his voice was calm and undulating. strange.

"I'm not a lawyer or a police officer. I don't care about the evidence. Regardless of whether there is evidence or not, the bad impact of this incident cannot be denied. The teacher is not blaming you, the teacher is just pointing out mistakes, and I hope you correct them. I didn't Rights interfere with your sexual orientation, but you have to keep a low profile and pay attention to the influence. You are not alone. If you go out, you represent the Department of Clinical Medicine and T University. I don’t care about you, but you can’t ruin the school atmosphere. "

The calmness in Zhao Yan's voice irritated Director Zheng a bit. She felt that the student was stubborn, and the above words were clearly emotional.

After talking too much, my mouth became dry, Director Zheng stopped and took a sip of water, and continued...

After half an hour, she ended her speech with the following sentence: "I have said so much, do you understand?"

Zhao Yan has been standing there scratching the chilblains on his hands, and the department office has turned on the air conditioner, and the chilblains will itch when it gets hot.He stared at the potted cactus on the window sill, and couldn't find the grief-stricken feeling from his previous life, he just felt a little ridiculous.

Hearing this concluding sentence, Zhao Yan heaved a sigh of relief, "Understood."

"Okay, then you go."

Zhao Yan: "Mr. Zheng, I remember that scholarships are only evaluated based on grades, so this matter will not affect my scholarship, will it?"

"In principle, it is good. It is good to have ideals, but the teacher does not want you to be too ambitious. You have to be down-to-earth to go further. Your first problem now is to correct your thinking and style..."

"Okay, I see, thank you teacher."

Seeing that Director Zheng was about to make a long speech again, Zhao Yan hurriedly thanked him and left.

There were no classes in the first two classes in the afternoon, and tomorrow he was going to work as a part-time worker in the house of Shengshi Qingcheng. Zhao Yan read the books for one class, and went to the computer room of the library to check some information about raising cats in the other class.

After a quick glance, he came to the conclusion that what was said on the Internet was definitely useless. Animals are not so delicate. No one would raise a cat like a child!

I have to rely on my own experience in feeding pigs and raising chickens.

After two classes in the afternoon, after dinner, Zhao Yan went to the Grand Hyatt Hotel to wash the dishes.

Maybe it's approaching New Year's Day, and some universities in the college district have already had New Year's Day holidays. There are not many guests tonight, and the kitchen is not too busy. Uncle Guo said that the pickled fish that he taught last night, let him try his hand, and he will come if he fails remedy.

How can I say that I lived 33 years in my last life, and who hasn't held a kitchen knife yet!But... Looking at the fish that were still alive and kicking on the chopping board out of the water, he just couldn't figure out what to do.

He doesn't get dizzy, but he has never killed a living thing. If his mother kills a chicken during Chinese New Year, he will cover his eyes and hide away.There used to be cockroaches and rats in the shabby house he lived in, and he always tried to drive these things out.

Zhao Yan raised his hand and raised the kitchen knife several times but failed to chop it down. At last he hesitated and said, "Uncle Guo, can I wait for it to die and stop before I strike?"