Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

When Li Rong asked Zhang Zhaohe to get the exemption certificate, Zhang Zhaohe was cleaning the table in the office.

Zhang Zhaohe took off his Chinese tunic suit, which he usually likes, and put on a more modern sportswear, but his slow and elegant temperament has not changed. He pressed his hand on the towel, pressed the towel on the table, and wiped every corner of the table in a leisurely manner. One inch corners.

Moist and deep water marks were left on the wiped desktop, and then evaporated quickly in the dry air, but Zhang Zhaohe seemed to be able to clearly remember where he just wiped, and he could stick the unscratched places every time .

With his back to Li Rong, he bowed his waist slightly, a fishing rod and a retractable bucket stood beside the bookcase.

Two stops away from University A is a big park with a lake, where people who love ice fishing go.

On the surface, Zhang Zhaohe is no different from an old man who is about to retire and has nothing to do with the world. Li Rong only glanced at the fishing rod, and then looked away.

Zhang Zhaohe finally finished wiping the last corner. He supported his waist, stood up straight, put the rag into the basin, and turned to look at Li Rong: "Are you interested in fishing?"

Li Rong's eyelids twitched slightly.

I don't know if he thought too much, or Zhang Zhaohe left him the impression that he kept secret, but he always felt that this sentence meant something.

But Zhang Zhaohe had a kind face and a calm tone, as if he was asking casually.

Li Rong smiled: "I have no patience."

Zhang Zhaohe sighed slightly, rubbed his waist, then wiped his hands with a wet towel, unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of warm water: "Young people are always anxious, but patience is still very important. thing."

"You're right." Li Rong nodded slightly, but suddenly changed his style of painting, and asked pointedly, "Then teacher...what have you done?"

Zhang Zhao and Ben were still drinking water naturally. When he heard Li Rong's words, his hands paused slightly, his lips were stretched on the rim of the cup for a few seconds, and then he slowly put it down: "I, the fishing level is not bad. I just caught a silver carp and bighead carp a few days ago, and it tastes very delicious when stewed."

Li Rong's smile faded slightly, and he didn't bother to play riddles with Zhang Zhaohe anymore. He stretched out his hand: "My exemption from repairs?"

"Oh yes." Zhang Zhaohe unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup, turned around to go to the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a few signed exemption slips from it, "You missed too many classes this semester. I took a look, and it turned out that Teacher Xiao Muran didn't remember your name, and I signed the rest of the exemption slips for you, and you sent them to the Academic Affairs Office as soon as possible, and the provincial system will deduct points for you when registering your grades."

Looking at Zhang Zhaohe's drawer, Li Rong couldn't help but think of the golden tower pattern again.

He didn't know why Zhang Zhaohe was so calm, let him see it, but didn't rush to explain it to him.

Li Rong took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to pick up the exemption strip, who knew that he just wanted to grab it, but Zhang Zhaohe didn't let go, Li Rong raised his eyes and stared at Zhang Zhaohe.

Only then did Zhang Zhaohe smile slightly, mottled lines emerged from the corners of his eyes: "I really didn't expect that under such circumstances, you could still be the first in the grade. I underestimated you."

Of course, Li Rong had nothing to explain: "Good luck, you are right."

Zhang Zhaohe naturally doesn't think so, because the subjective questions in these professional exams account for a large proportion, and the subjective questions must understand the principles, otherwise it will be a lot of work to memorize them all.

Zhang Zhaohe sighed: "You are really different from Brother Li."

Li Rong didn't expect Zhang Zhaohe to mention his father suddenly, so he was in a daze for a moment.

He also knows that he is very different from his parents, but when he suddenly heard someone say that, he didn't think it was a compliment at all, because in his heart, his parents are very good people, so being very different means that he is not that good .

True, he just wasn't that good.

Zhang Zhaohe immediately said, "I like you more."

He said this slowly, but very seriously.

Compared to Li Qingli and Gu Nong, he really likes Li Rong better.

Li Rong smiled lightly: "Why?"

His parents never mentioned Zhang Zhaohe's name, so Li Rong always felt that Zhang Zhaohe was not familiar with his parents.

But now it seems that they are probably familiar, maybe it's just because my parents seldom talk about work after returning home.

Zhang Zhaohe smiled helplessly: "You are more like a mortal. It seems that only by seeing the essence of society and the reality of human nature can people abandon unrealistic idealism."

Li Rong found that Zhang Zhaohe also seemed to disapprove of his parents' ideals of purity and kindness.

I feel that the reason why there are people in this world who repay grievances with kindness and care about the world is because these people have not experienced the blow of reality, and they don't know that this world is not worth saving.

Li Rong was silent for a long time, then bent his eyes and said: "I have let you down, I have been a mortal since I was born."

Zhang Zhaohe forced a strong laugh from his throat, and nodded heavily: "Then I like you even more."

Zhang Zhaohe couldn't help sending out the invitation: "Is there anything to do later, do you want to go fishing with me?"

During the winter vacation, an idle lecturer like Zhang Zhaohe, who has no projects, has a whole afternoon to squander.

Li Rong looked down at the small stack of exemption slips, and said calmly, "Didn't you tell me to take me to the laboratory? It just so happens that with my grades, I can change majors freely."

He knew that he had missed a lot of classes, but holding this stack of papers in his hand, the impact was quite strong.

He was a standard good student before, but now he has been destroyed.

Zhang Zhaohe: "I think you don't need me to worry about it. To be honest, this is the first time in my class that I have the first grade. It seems that I can also experience the feeling of receiving a bonus."

Li Rong found that Zhang Zhaohe's pen writing is very beautiful, the strokes are unrestrained and vigorous, and the lines are coherent and smooth, as if he had practiced it with his heart.

There is also this fountain pen, the fountain pen is also good, the ink flows evenly, the nib is very smooth, it should be expensive.

But now few teachers insist on using pens.

Li Rong still remembers the pen that Zhang Zhaohe always hung on his chest when he was wearing a Chinese tunic suit.

When Zhang Zhaohe was talking, he had a small movement, he would touch the pen after a while, as if to make sure the pen was still there.

But now that Zhang Zhaohe is wearing sportswear, there must be no place to hang on his chest.

Li Rong pretended to be careless, and asked, "Has the teacher practiced calligraphy with a pen?"

Zhang Zhaohe lowered his eyes and landed on the exemption slip that Li Rong was playing with: "I like to write when I have nothing to do. I like to write with a pen and brush. This is what the elderly like."

Li Rong nodded thoughtfully: "It's pretty good, I like it too, I'll buy one of the pens that the teacher uses."

After Li Rong finished speaking, he straightened out the exemption clause and looked up at Zhang Zhaohe.

"I can't buy it anymore. The one I use has been discontinued a long time ago." Zhang Zhaohe sighed and said, slightly unzipped the zipper of the sportswear, pulled the rope hanging around his neck, and took out the pen from his chest. , "I have used it for many years, and now there are few small shops that repair pens, and I don't know how long it will last."

Li Rong was inevitably surprised.

Zhang Zhaohe actually wears this pen all the time, hanging around his neck without a pocket.

But he didn't show his surprised expression, but looked at the pen seriously.

He didn't study the fountain pen, but he also knew that this style was very old, and the tone was very single. The body of the pen was dark green, which looked very inconspicuous.

"Just replace it with another one when it's worn out, or is this pen very important to the teacher?"

Of course Li Rong knew that the fountain pen was important to Zhang Zhaohe, but he wanted to know why.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhaohe did not intend to hide it from him: "This pen was given to me by my teacher. It is indeed very important. I wear it as if my teacher has been reminding me."

While Zhang Zhaohe was talking, he rubbed the body of the pen involuntarily, his tone seemed heavy.

Li Rong folded his arms in front of his ribs, rubbing his thumbs gently against his elbows.

What Zhang Zhaohe said sounds like he really respects his teacher, but he is so old, his teacher may have long since passed away.

Li Rong asked, "Who is your teacher?"

It doesn't matter if Zhang Zhaohe tells him or not, he will definitely find out anyway.

Zhang Zhaohe's eyelids trembled, and the fingers rubbing against the pen couldn't help but intensified, his manicured nails turned slightly white.

"My teacher is the dean of the Hongsuo Academy, Zhu Yan."

Li Rong's heart trembled.

Zhu Yan?

Zhang Zhaohe's teacher turned out to be Zhu Yan.

Zhu Yan is over 70 years old this year, and he is naturally full of peaches and plums when he comes to the position of dean of the Hongsuo Research Institute.

Many of the students he has taught are already the backbone of the industry, and some even work in the teams of foreign Nobel Prize winners.

Compared with those outstanding students, Zhang Zhaohe is really inconspicuous.

No achievements, no research results, a lot of age, and only relying on the poor school leaders to keep this lecturer's position.

It's a pity that all the young students look down on him and feel that his class is a disaster. Even Geng An, who has graduated more than ten years ago, still remembers that Zhang Zhaohe is a waste.

Why did Zhu Yan give him a pen for such a 'dropping' student?

Judging from the price of decades ago, pens are considered very expensive gifts, and it is very unusual for teachers to give students pens instead.

Moreover, among the students that Zhu Yan gave speeches and held meetings in various places over the years, Zhang Zhaohe was not named among the students who impressed him deeply.

But Li Rong just thought about it casually.

The relationship between Zhang Zhaohe and Zhu Yan seems to have nothing to do with him.

Besides, it was inevitable that Li Rong would criticize Zhu Yan, because it was said that after discussing with Jiang Weide, Zhu Yan decided to lie at the sorority meeting.

"Principal Zhu, it's great." Li Rong looked away from the pen, "Then I'll go deliver the no-repair note first, and the teacher has a good rest."

"Oh, I'm going fishing..." Zhang Zhaohe sighed, it seemed that Li Rong was not interested in fishing which made him quite regretful.

Li Rong left Zhang Zhaohe's office, went to the lobby on the first floor, and found Cen Wei on the sofa in the lobby.

He put the exemption certificate on Cen Ling's English novel, and sighed: "Did I skip so many classes?"

Cen Wei raised his eyebrows lightly, put the English book on his knees, and read Li Rong's exemption slip: "Well, it seems that my mother didn't mark you as absent from class."

With a smile in his eyes, Li Rong bumped Cen Xiao's ankle with his calf: "Why, do you want your mother to write it down for me?"

Cen Xiao put down his knees, buckled the book, and straightened out the exemption clause. He glanced at the cameras everywhere in the hall, not daring to make too radical movements. He stood up, clasped Li Rong's shoulders, and took him outside the building. Then whispered in Li Rong's ear: "Of course I am afraid that my mother will offend my wife."