Did the female supporting role get rich today [Quick Transmigration]

What are the standards for accepting bribes for non-public officials?

Ye Xichen never cared about it before.

However, after Ling Qinghe's one-on-one tutoring, she figured out one thing.

It turns out that the tightrope that Han Feng walked, if the circumstances were serious, would even involve criminal responsibility.

"So, Mou Run's legal department is now investigating the person in charge of this project?"

"Well. Not surprisingly, the results should come out this week."

Ye Xichen rolled his eyes, "What about Han Feng? He's not from the Mou Run Group, so Mou Run shouldn't have the right to investigate him."

"Su Kenxi's people... will conduct self-examination once they hear the news."

Ye Xichen thought for a moment, and realized that she was worrying for nothing.

Inside Su Kenxi, there are only a lot of people staring at Han Feng's position as vice president.

As for the outside world, the consulting industry is getting more and more sluggish, and the opponents are always watching.One less competitor means more chance of survival.

"Oh, I don't want to think about it!" Ye Xichen rubbed her little head, "Anyway, the results of the investigation won't come out for a while, let's think about what's going to happen in the afternoon!"

Ye's father and Ye's mother's school held an autumn sports meeting today.

During the sports meeting, the family members of students and teachers are free to enter and leave the campus.

As one of the teacher representatives of the history group, Mr. Ye strongly urged Ye Xichen and the two to cheer him on.

Thinking of Teacher Ye's chubby watermelon belly, Ye Xichen couldn't imagine that he even signed up for the [-]-meter sprint.

"Are we going to prepare something?" She poked Ling Qinghe who was reading the documents.

"It's all ready," Ling Qinghe smiled at her, "After lunch later, we'll set off directly."

"Okay~"

There is no chance for her to show up again...

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When the two of them finished their meal and arrived at the school, the teacher competition hadn't started yet.

At the school gate, the little girl who received her parents had a pure and sweet smile.

"You two..." The little girl seemed a little hesitant and didn't know how to speak, "Hello, two aunts, may I ask which grade your child is in? The competition in the first year of high school is here..."

Ye Xichen: ...

The little girl is cute, but her eyes are not very good.

Before the two set off, in order not to look too professional, they deliberately changed into casual clothes.

It's not that Ye Xichen is boasting, even though she's about to go to school, she won't be recognized as the mother of a high school student.

Noticing the wonderful expression on her face, Ling Qinghe felt amused in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

"We are family members of teachers, and we came here to watch the teacher competition."

"Ah! Sorry sorry!

I was still hesitating just now, the ladies and sisters are so young, and the children are all in high school..."

The little girl leading the way blushed, feeling very embarrassed.

"It's nothing," Ye Xichen hurriedly comforted her, "It's not your fault, it's because we didn't make it clear in advance."

"Miss, the competition for the teacher group doesn't officially start until three o'clock. Do you want to go to the stage area to watch other competitions first?"

"Thank you, no need." Ye Xichen had already seen the team of teachers not far away, and turned to smile at the little girl, "Let's go around the campus first, thank you for your reception!"

"No thanks, no thanks!" The little girl waved her hands again and again, "This is what I should do."

The little girl with a high ponytail flew away like a gust of wind.

Ye Xichen looked at the corner of the pleated skirt going away, and smiled with nostalgia, "It's nice to be young!"

She raised her head, her eyes squinted with two crescents, "The sun is so bright, Mr. Ling, how about we go and recall our school days?"

"It's fine as it is now."

"...Aren't you going?"

Could it be because Ling Qinghe has never been in a modern school, so he is not interested in visiting the campus?

The corners of Ling Qinghe's eyes were also bent, but it was obviously not because of the sunlight.

"It's good to be young, but...it's better to be with you."

Even if the two of them are no longer young, the present life is just as good.

Ye Xichen's eyes narrowed even more, and when he looked up at her, the smile on his face suddenly bloomed, warmer than the glare of the sun.

"Yeah! I think it's good too!"

However, Ye Xichen secretly looked forward to it, "If I can go to and from school with Qinghe, it will be a rare memory..."

The two circled around the playground.

The huge playground was filled with cheering cheers from the students, parents cheering and cheering, and cheering words from the campus radio.

The scene was very lively.

There were people everywhere, and the two of them didn't hold hands as usual, but walked side by side, slowly pacing around the playground.

The shouts around suddenly became aroused, Ye Xichen stood on tiptoe, stretched her neck, and pulled Ling Qinghe's arm to live broadcast in real time.

"That number three just now ran really fast!"

"Ah! No. 1 is indeed No.[-]!"

"Oops, a little girl seems to have passed out at the finish line..."

"It's wonderful!" She let go of Ling Qinghe's arm, which she had grabbed because of excitement, and commented, "Tell me, why do people faint at the end of every sports meeting?"

When she was a student, she watched similar scenes no less than ten times.

Just like singing competitions, there are bound to be tears. At the sports meeting, the fainting of athletes seems to have become a regular program.

Ling Qinghe smiled and didn't answer the conversation, listening to Ye Xichen recall the sports meeting when she was studying.

"You know the 800-meter long-distance race?

The 800-meter long-distance race in the girls group is simply a nightmare for all girls.

Every sports meeting, our class is decided by lottery, but I was unlucky. In the three years of high school, I ran 800 meters three times..."

She took a big step, turned around, and faced Ling Qinghe.

It seemed that he recalled the tragedy of running 800 meters, and his cheeks were puffed up.

"What's even more exaggerated is that in our school's sports meeting, students with special sports skills and ordinary students participate together!"

Ling Qinghe laughed, probably guessing the reason for her anger, and smiled.

"You passed out at the finish line too?"

"I really want to faint..." Ye Xichen muttered softly, "People who faint, no matter what their rank is, are heroes."

"Then what place did you get?" Ling Qinghe suppressed a smile.

"Hmph~" Ye Xichen frowned, "I won't tell you!"

It was obvious that there was no 300 taels of silver here, so Ling Qinghe finally broke through, and the arc of the corner of his mouth rose silently.

As if he couldn't bear to recall his sports record, Ye Xichen quickly dropped the topic and continued to chatter.

In her eyes, although Ling Qinghe has adapted to modern life, how can he be a modern person in the true sense if he has not experienced the student days?

She felt that it was necessary for Ling Qinghe to have a simple understanding of the "happy" campus life of Huaguo students.

After all, maybe next time the two of them will become students.

"So, art students like us are basically at the bottom of the chain of contempt..."

Ye Xichen pouted, obviously dissatisfied, "Of course, among art students, there is a more detailed chain of contempt..."

Her expression was vivid, and what Ling Qinghe said was something Ling Qinghe had never understood before, and the other party was also fascinated.

Suddenly, Ling Qinghe's expression changed.

"careful!"

At the same time as the reminder, Ling Qinghe stepped forward, moving very quickly.

She held Ye Xichen's arm and pulled it towards her, successfully avoiding the embarrassment of him falling to the ground.

"Did you hurt your foot?" Ling Qinghe's tone was no longer as calm as usual.

Ye Xichen bumped into her arms, and was stunned for a moment before realizing what happened just now.

"No...not hurt."

She took a deep breath, saw that there were already eyes looking towards her, and quickly retreated from Ling Qinghe's arms.

Ling Qinghe gently touched the top of her head and comforted her in a low voice by helping her straighten her hair.

"Hey, try stretching your feet to see if you have sprained your feet."

"Yeah." She flicked her ankle and gave Ling Qinghe a reassuring smile, "Don't worry if you haven't sprained your ankle."

Only then did Ling Qinghe really feel relieved, and pulled her to his side, not allowing her to walk backwards.

"I was careless..."

Only then did Ye Xichen notice that it was a bottle of mineral water that almost tripped her just now.

The plastic label on the bottle has been torn off, and under the reflection of sunlight, it is easy for people to ignore its existence.

"It was me who was not careful..." Ye Xichen took Ling Qinghe's arm, showing the attitude of a student admitting his mistake, "I will be careful in the future, even more careful!" I don't want the person next to me to worry about blaming herself all the time because of her.

More and more people gathered near the rostrum.

A group of people who are obviously much older than high school students are holding the allocated props and making gestures while talking and laughing.

Ye Xichen pointed over there, "The teachers' competition is about to start, let's go find Teacher Yu and Teacher Ye."

With that said, he pulled Ling Qinghe up and walked towards a group of white clothes.

"Teacher Yu!" Ye Xichen started waving and shouting from a long distance away.

As he approached, he continued to smile, "Teacher Yu, you are as beautiful as ever today!"

Even if it's just a simple white cultural shirt, Teacher Yu wears it with a different kind of simple temperament.

Teacher Yu was still so dignified, and only gave a faint smile to the compliment from his own daughter.

Ye Xichen was about to say a few more rainbow farts when a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Oh, you are finally here!" Yelaoshr came out from nowhere, "I thought you were stuck in traffic and couldn't come!"

"There's not much traffic jam, let's go shopping first." Ye Xichen handed him the paper bag in his hand.

Teacher Ye's general belly, wrapped in a white cultural shirt, is even more eye-catching.

Coupled with Mr. Ye's kind and generous round face, it is very joyful.She was afraid that she would laugh on the spot, so she had to forcefully change the subject.

"Mr. Ye, Mr. Yu, what competition are you going to participate in later?"

"Teacher Yu jumps the long rope, and I do the [-]-meter sprint and the relay race. Young teachers, all of them have to participate in the team competition of the teaching and research group, with two people and three legs."

"400-meter relay?" Ye Xichen immediately put on an expression of admiration, "Mr. Ye, you are really good!"

"That's right!" Teacher Ye shook his head, "We young teachers, of course we have to participate in some challenging projects."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ye Xichen smiled until her teeth were bared.

She really admired Teacher Ye's mentality, and gave a thumbs up: "In the hearts of Teacher Yu and me, you will always be the youngest!"

"You guys have vision." Teacher Ye spoke proudly, like an old urchin, and glanced at someone who was silent at the side.

Someone hastily stated: "Xi Chen is right, in our hearts, you will always be the youngest."

"Ruzi can be taught."

Teacher Ye patted his stomach reservedly, and the chubby general's belly immediately shook.

"Ms. Yu's competition starts first. Chenchen, you bring Xiao Ling to cheer for Mr. Yu!"

After speaking, Teacher Ye touched the general's belly again, and squeezed into the crowd with the things Ye Xichen gave him.

Not far away, Mrs. Ye was very angry, and came with a showy voice——

"I told them that everything is prepared in school, but they don't listen!

You see, I can't use up so much Huoxiangzhengqi liquid and glucose...

Everyone, come and share..."