When Lin Chen and Xing Conglian were baptized in the girls' dormitory, a storm was also brewing in the principal's office.
At the top of the bookshelf, the green leaves of Chlorophytum drooped lightly, and there was a cup of boiling water on the table.
The old man in a plain singlet was sitting by the window, his glasses on the tip of his nose, a pen in his hand, and he was looking down at a student paper.
In front of the old man stood a fourth-year boy. The boy was sweating coldly and seemed to be extremely nervous. The boy obviously did not expect that he was just here to ask for guidance on his graduation thesis, and he ran into a fight with the school's top management.
The vice-principal and a well-dressed middle-aged man were standing behind him. Their expressions were gloomy, as if they were enduring something. Many affairs are not as important as those few thin pages.
"Principal, I'm afraid it's not good for you to let Mr. Chen wait for a long time?" Finally, Vice-Principal Xu couldn't bear it any longer and broke the freezing atmosphere in the room.
The boy swallowed his saliva, looked at his nose and nose, and pretended not to hear anything.
"Oh... what's the matter with you?" The old man turned the last page of the thesis without raising his head, and replied very gently.
"Principal Su, is it your intention to agree to Lin Chen's investigation into the school?" The butler, standing aside, put his hands in his pockets, took a step, and was imposing.
"Oh, this matter." The old man pushed his glasses, and did not say any more, but raised his head and handed the annotated paper back to the boy, then said, "The topic can be more detailed, you are doing this now. The research scope of the paper is still too large... There are two translation errors in the abstract, I have marked them out, you have to go back and check the exact usage carefully, and the explanation should be more concise... "
The boy lowered his head and looked at his densely labeled thesis. He had an indescribable feeling in his heart. He thought that the supervisor of the graduation thesis was the principal, and it was probably just a cutscene. Undergraduate thesis, but he did not expect that the old man would teach him very carefully and patiently from the beginning of the topic selection, and even pointed out the problem of punctuation.
"There is no problem with data collection, you have done it very carefully, but here in the analysis of variance, you can also do a multiple comparison test..."
The old man was still talking, but Chen Ping's face became more and more ugly. As the chief steward of a large family, how could he have received such a blatant indifference.
"Principal Su, aren't you ready to answer my question?" Chen Ping asked again.
"Excuse me to wait a moment." After the old man finished speaking, he continued to bow his head and explained the paper to the students.
"Su Anzhi, what do you mean!"
"I can't make my students wait, I'd better trouble you to wait a moment." The old man said politely.
Hearing this, Chen Ping couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly raised his voice: "Su Anzhi, who do you think you are, why do you ignore the decision of the board of directors and let Lin Chen enter the school without permission? Our Chen family has already stated that we prohibit Lin Chen from stepping into the school again. One step in Yongchuan University!"
"Probably these are the issues, you can go back and correct them, and show them to me at one o'clock on Friday afternoon." After the old man finished speaking, he nodded at the student, indicating that he can leave.
Hearing this, the boy glanced at Chen Ping, there was no disgust in his eyes, only indifference, then he bowed seriously to the teacher and turned to leave.
"I'm the president of Yongchuan University." The old man took off his glasses and hung them on the chest pocket of the old man's singlet, answering the previous question earnestly, "In this school, the only person who can make decisions on behalf of the board of directors is me."
"What do you mean, you have to protect Lin Chen, don't you look down on my Chen family!" Chen Ping slammed the table, almost annoyed.
"My student, just protect yourself." The old man said disdainfully.
The old man's attitude was surprisingly tough, and he didn't buy the Chen family's account at all. Chen Ping suddenly found that he couldn't advance or retreat, and there was no better way. In the end, he could only stretch out his fingers and put down his harsh words: "Su Anzhi, the chairman of the board of directors this year. When the time comes, be careful, my Chen family will be the first to impeach you!"
Following his fierce threat, there were three knocks at the door.
Tee, Tee, Tee…
The voice was very soft and gentle, but every note seemed to hit Chen Ping's heart, making him very angry. Who would dare to knock on the door when he was angry.
He turned around suddenly, and couldn't help but catch his breath.
He saw a person standing at the door, a young man who was too good-looking.
The young man wore smoky gray trousers and a black turtleneck cashmere sweater on his upper body. The cuffs of the sweater were rolled up to the elbows, revealing his fair wrists. He held a dinner plate in his hand, on which were two clear high feet. The cup, the liquid in the cup swayed gently, the young man raised his eyes and glanced at the room with a smile. His hair was a little light, his pupils were amber, and his skin was too white. Against the black turtleneck sweater, his smile was like a spring breeze. As elegant and gentle.
After the young man knocked on the door, he didn't say a word. He just walked in with his dinner plate and sat down on the seat beside the old man. He put down the dinner plate and handed one of the goblets to the old man.
The old man seemed to see something precious, regardless of the people around him, raised his cup and took a sip.
Chen Ping, who was staring at him in a daze, only then realized that he was about to speak, but the young man raised his head slightly and glanced at him with a smile on his brows: "Butler Chen, what you said just now has some problems."
Hearing this, Chen Ping only found it funny. He didn't want to quarrel anymore, but now someone is provocative, and of course he is happy to say two more harsh words to vent his anger.
"Impeachment is a procedure that is used for criminal prosecution of high-ranking government officials who have violated the law. The board of directors of Yongchuan University is afraid that it does not yet have this administrative level."
Chen Ping thought that he had heard it wrong, but he was corrected by his words, and someone was really busy enough to correct a word he said wrong.
"Oh, so what, without the vote of my Chen family, after the board of directors in June this year, your teacher can only roll down from the position of the principal."
"You're wrong again." The young man was still laughing, his smile turned into a spring breeze, and he was very good-looking. "He is not my teacher."
"who are you!"
After Chen Ping asked, he already regretted it. He seemed to have accidentally stepped into some verbal trap.
"Guess what?" the young man asked with a smile.
Chen Ping was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood. This feeling was so suffocating. It was like if you tried to use all your strength to make a move, but the other party didn't answer. He just stabbed you lightly, it hurt and itchy, and you couldn't speak, except Tired or Tired.
Chen Ping took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave, but there was the voice of the young man from behind.
"I just tried to understand what Butler Chen meant, and thought about it for you. If the Chen family wants to successfully 'impeach' the principal on the board of directors, they need to first get more than half of the seats on the board of directors, which is about two hundred and sixty-six dollars in RMB. One billion, but you also know that the absolute control of Yongchuan University has always been in the hands of that family, so even if the Chen family can afford the money, I don’t know if the family is willing to sell it…”
The young man crossed his legs, chin up with one hand, and his tone was quite worried. Mr. Su couldn't help laughing, and then burped, um, it smelled of carbonated drinks.
"you!"
Chen Ping turned his head suddenly, only to realize that the slender goblet was filled with Coke, Coke...
The old man and the young man in front of him have been teasing him from the very beginning!
"You wait for me!"
When someone pointed at his forehead, the young man was not angry. He took a sip of the liquid in the cup, smiled and nodded. He didn't say yes, but said, "Goodbye."
Chen Ping's chest hurt so much, he resolutely turned around and left, fearing that if he stayed any longer, he would be so angry that he would have a heart attack.
Looking at the distant backs of the butler and the vice-principal, Mr. Su put down his cup, raised his face, and turned to teach the youth beside him: "You bastard, you are not half as filial as Lin Chen, you don't even want to come back to see my 60th birthday. Look!"
"Of course." The young man smiled instead. He raised his glass and touched the glass with Mr. Su: "Not only filial piety, but also the ability to cause trouble, I have never been able to match him."
This time, Mr. Su, who was specially angry, held his chest and became angry.
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Mr. Lin, who was on the same campus, didn't know yet that he had just been hacked.
He had just visited the girls' dormitory with Captain Xing, and when he went out, he had a few old books in his hand.
Captain Xing rubbed his ears. Girls are probably the most talkative creatures in the world, and with an aunt who is super strong in decibels, he just felt dizzy and tinnitus, and recalling that the girls just talked too much and too complicated. It's almost incomprehensible.
"Is there any gain?" He thought for a while and could only ask Lin Chen.
Hearing this, Lin Chen stuffed a book with a tattered back into his hand.
Xing Cong was stunned for a while, looked down at the cover, and found that it was a book of "Discrete Mathematics". The version of the book was not old. The reason why it was tattered was that it had been read too many times. On the title page of the book, a name is written.
"Xu... Haozhen?" Xing Cong even read the name, as if it sounded familiar.
But before he could recall the name, his shoulder was slapped heavily, and Professor Fu's serious voice came from behind him: "Lao Xing, this is because you are thinking about our little junior sister?"
Xing Conglian just remembered that Xu Haozhen was the girl who appeared at Lin Chen's class reunion. He turned around and saw Professor Fu's face as if he had not woken up. He was probably just woken up by the phone, but his expression was still very strange. Willing.
"Why did your little sister's book appear on the bed of the dead?"
"What deceased?" Fu Hao rubbed his face, thinking he was hallucinating.
"Something happened at school." Lin Chen grabbed Fu Hao and briefly told him about the strange case that happened in the early morning.
As Fu Hao listened, his mouth became wider and wider. He also did not expect that so many things happened in the school in his sleep.
"So... Xu Haozhen's book was found on Wang Shishi's bed, which means they know each other?" Fu Hao's eyes fell on Xing Conglian, he thought for a while, then looked at Lin Chen in disbelief, "Senior brother... You didn't come early. I think Junior Sister Xu has a problem, why is that?"
"At first, I just thought she was a little weird."
"Why, just because people admire you very much and want to meet you?"
"No, it's because of her nail polish."
"What happened to the nail polish?"
"Under what circumstances would a girl choose to wear nail polish that she is not suitable for?"
"You don't think it's suitable for others, but they actually like it?" Fu Hao couldn't help retorting.
Lin Chen recalled that when he shook hands with Xu Haozhen, the girl deliberately retracted her fingertips and shook her head, "She knows that she is not suitable, she doesn't like it, and she cares very much."
"She's just experimenting with colors?"
"Do you need ten fingers to test colors?"
"Did someone force her to paint it?"
"I'm forced to ask you to paint your nails."
Lin Chen's tone was indifferent, and Fu Hao hurriedly retracted his fingers, "Then who picked it for her, or who wanted her to paint it, she was embarrassed to refuse it, for example, brother, you want to borrow your shirt for me to wear. I must be embarrassed to refuse... But why are you so entangled with this nail polish issue, Senior Brother, it feels a bit over the top..."
When Fu Hao opened his mouth, he couldn't hold back the conversation. Hearing this, Lin Chen's eyelids suddenly lifted, as if he had thought of something key.