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Wen Ying looked down and blushed a little: "I inherited it from my mother, I was born..."

Li Ruoting pouted: "Hmm... Then I inherited it from my dad. I went to class and heard that someone was planning to donate a first-class multimedia classroom to the Department of Psychology. So recently, the dean has been very strict and asked the Department of Psychology to Call roll every day in class.”

The two of them walked to the teaching building with their books in hand. Before reaching the teaching area, Wan He stood in front and waved to Wen Ying, motioning for her to come over.

Wen Ying was a little resistant. No matter how dull she was, she knew that Wan He liked Song Jingming. Looking at Wan He's exquisite dress and well-groomed long hair, Wen Ying felt that she couldn't even keep up with the ugly duckling.

At least the parents of the ugly duckling will not beat, scold or abuse them, let alone threaten to take advantage of them.

"Wen Ying, thank you for helping me take care of Jing Ming during this period. Thank you for your hard work. We have a Midsummer Night party this weekend, and I specially came to invite you."

Sorority? Wen Ying was not interested. She had never participated in a gathering or banquet between classmates before. She always felt uncomfortable on such occasions.

"No, it's my job to take care of him, so I can't say thank you. I don't like this kind of situation either, I wish you a good time."

Wen Ying spoke very directly.

Wan He smiled: "Okay Wen Ying, I won't force you. Oh, by the way, I heard that you have been working part-time to make money?"

"Ah."

"I saw that the coffee shop in front of the school is recruiting college students for part-time jobs. The wages here are high and it's close to the school. I see a lot of people signing up."

Wen Ying nodded: "I know, but there are too many students eyeing this coffee shop for part-time jobs. I applied twice but failed."

"I know the owner of this coffee shop, so let me introduce you to him."

After that, Wan He took out his cell phone and made a call. Wen Ying subconsciously wanted to refuse because she didn't want to get too involved with Wan He. But the call has been dialed.

Sure enough, Wan He settled the matter in just a few words.

Wan He opened WeChat, took the initiative to add Wen Ying as a friend, and sent the cafe's contact information to Wen Ying. Wen Ying then thought about it and decided that life should go on as before. Besides, this was indeed a good job. The fact that it was close to school was enough to attract people.

After thanking Wan He, Wen Ying rushed to the classroom.

At the door of the classroom, she saw Song Weiyu.

Song Weiyu is still wearing a new Chinese-style cheongsam, but the waist is not as close-fitting as before. It is light blue and embroidered with delicate bamboo leaves. The material looks very soft and fine, like silk and brocade. In front of the glass window, it reflects the soft sunshine.

Uncle Chen followed her expressionlessly as before, one soft and one strong, the two of them were as beautiful as a painting.

Wen Ying was stunned and even forgot that he was late.

"That classmate! Don't you know you're late? Which class are you in? Didn't your instructor give you a meeting?"

Only then did Wen Ying come back to her senses. Opposite her was the assistant to the dean, a fat middle-aged Mediterranean man. As she spoke, the man pulled her into the corner next to her.

"Sorry, teacher."

"I'm sorry? Did you know that the school leaders are inspecting the psychology department today! If investors see that the psychology department is so unruly, you will be responsible for causing trouble?"

Wen Ying remembered that the instructors held a meeting and said that some members of the society would invest in building multimedia classrooms recently to make students pay attention to their words and deeds. I got into trouble with this.

"I'm warning you, you will have to re-apply for poverty student status next semester!"

Wen Ying became anxious and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, teacher, I was wrong. I didn't cause any trouble. I really need this quota for poor students..."

"Are there any poor students who are late for class? Let me tell you, the leader is wandering around the psychology department right now."

Before she finished speaking, Wan He walked slowly closer on her high heels. Classes had started now and the corridor was extremely quiet, making the sound of her high heels very harsh.

Wan He glanced at Wen Yinghe, the assistant to the dean, who was at the corner. The assistant smiled hurriedly and said, "Wan He is coming to class today too? Classes will start either early or late. Come in quickly."

Wen Ying lowered her head and frowned. She had long been accustomed to being treated differently. She had done this countless times since she was a child. She knew that there was no fairness from the moment a person was born. So she won't stupidly ask the teacher: Why can she get in but I can't?

She only has one thought now, that is, she cannot lose her qualification as a poor student.

Wen Ying clasped his hands together, his palms sweating with anxiety: "Teacher, I really won't make such a stupid mistake again. Can you please forgive me this time?"

The assistant to the dean looked at Wen Ying. She was the most beautiful girl in the psychology department. Her whole body was soft and frail and she was very controllable, especially her small mouth that looked like a newly red cherry on a branch. Not to mention Almond eyes and dark eyebrows. The assistant dean fixed his gaze on Wen Ying's chest. He really wanted to see with his own eyes how such a thin body could grow so plump.

Mediterranean swallowed. He patted Wen Ying's shoulder. He said it was a pat, but it was actually a pinch.

"Classmate Wen, I don't mean to embarrass you. Let's go to my office after class and write a review first."

Wen Ying's eyes showed vigilance, and her mind was trying to reflect the meaning of Mediterranean's words. Before she could answer, the assistant to the dean gently pushed her waist: "You go to the classroom first. I will wait for you in the office after class. If you admit your wrong attitude, No, I have to consider the qualifications for poor students..."

Wan He was hiding on the other side of the corner. Hearing the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Not far away, Song Weiyu, who was talking to the dean at the corridor window, turned around and looked over. Wan He walked over and said, "Aunt Song, why are you free to come to the school today? Is it to donate the multimedia classroom?"

Song Weiyu smiled politely: "Well, let's take a look."

"Then let me accompany you around, Auntie."

Song Weiyu looked at her and pretended to ask: "Are you not late for class? I see that other students have started to listen to the class..."

Wan He was a little embarrassed and laughed dryly: "I have no classes today. I heard the dean said you are here and I came here specifically to see you."

Song Weiyu said softly and defaulted to letting her accompany him during the inspection. Several people circled around the Psychology Department. Wan He looked at the time when class was about to end and said, "Dean, we are all tired after walking for a long time. Why don't you take Director Song to your office to sit for a while? I can Remember that you love collecting good tea leaves, so don’t be reluctant to take them out.”

The dean smiled hurriedly: "Then today I must let Director Song taste the green tea I just bought. Please give me a favor and come to my office so we can talk over tea."

Song Weiyu glanced at Wan He, nodded, and agreed with a smile.

Wen Ying didn't pay much attention to any of the classes. He lowered his head and wrote a two-page review. As soon as the bell rang, she ran to the office building with her schoolbag. She planned to put it on the desk of the assistant dean and run away.

But things didn't work out as expected. As soon as Wen Ying put down the apology letter, the assistant to the dean came into the office and smiled very obscenely: "Wen Ying, you came very quickly. Did you run here? Look at this sweat..."

After saying that, he looked at Wen Ying's chest that was trembling due to panting.

The white T-shirt on his chest absorbed a few drops of sweat. As Wen Ying's breathing rose and fell, the assistant dean withdrew his gaze, turned around and closed the door, asking Wen Ying to sit down and talk.