When Wen Liang arrived at the cafeteria, the hall on the first floor was already full of people. He got his meal from a random window and was about to go to the old place to meet Ren Yi and the others with his bowl in his hand. However, he saw Xu Yao, Ji Su, and Ning Xiaoning at the far left end of the table about ten meters to his left. He had met Xu Yao and Ji Su a few times during the summer vacation, but he hadn't seen Ning Xiaoning for almost two months.
Wen Liang walked around from behind, preparing to secretly scare them, but when he got closer, he was suddenly startled and immediately lost the mood to play. He put the bowl and chopsticks on the table and said, "Coach, what's wrong with your arm?"
Ning Xiaoning raised her head, her clear eyes showing a hint of tenderness, but her words were as cold as ever, and she said, "It's okay!"
Her left arm was wrapped in a thick bandage, probably a plaster cast, and hung around her neck with a white cotton strap, but her posture was still upright. She didn't look like a patient at all. She even looked more energetic than Xu Yao and Ji Su.
"Nothing?" Wen Liang frowned and said, "I'm fine even after becoming Yang Guo. Do I have to become Qiu Qianchi to be in trouble?"
Ning Xiaoning showed a bewildered look. She seldom read martial arts novels. Yang Guo knew about this, but what kind of strange thing was Qiu Qianchi? Xu Yao added, "She is just a lame, ugly freak..."
Ning Xiaoning's eyes suddenly turned cold and stern. Wen Liang shuddered and pretended not to notice. He sat down next to Xu Yao, picked up the chopsticks and poked her shoulder, and asked quietly, "What's going on?"
Although Xu Yao had lost her temper after hearing the news just now, she was still angry when she thought about it. She pouted and said angrily, "During the special training in the army, she insisted on completing a very difficult training course. As a result, something went wrong and she fell from a three or four meter high wall. If she hadn't remained calm and adjusted her posture in the air, it would not just be her arm that was broken... Humph, idiot, you are so stubborn, you don't take care of yourself, and you didn't tell us anything when something happened. If school hadn't started today, I don't know how long she would have kept it a secret from us!"
As the saying goes, there is always someone who can conquer you. Wen Liang was helpless when he saw Ning Xiaoning, but Ning Xiaoning couldn't do anything to Xu Yao. Moreover, she was in the wrong first. She knew that her good sister was just worried about her, so she held Xu Yao's hand and chuckled, "Okay, I was wrong, I'm stupid, I won't do this again."
Xu Yao tilted her head, looked at her angrily, and said solemnly: "Promise!"
Ning Xiaoning raised her right hand and said seriously: "I promise!" Then she glared at Wen Liang fiercely: It's all your fault. I just made her calm down, but you came to make trouble.
Wen Liang was confused by the stare, but when he found out what was going on, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Coach, which unit did you go to for training during the summer vacation? Why is the intensity so high?"
"Keep it a secret!" Ning Xiaoning decided to end the topic because the answer to this question did involve confidentiality regulations. To be precise, she shouldn't even let them know how she was injured.
Wen Liang was helpless and looked at Xu Yao again. Xu Yao was destined to be an informer today, and whispered: "It should be the 9th Army, I don't know which department it is, it seems to be related to the targeted elimination operation..."
"Xiaoyao!" Ning Xiaoning frowned slightly and stopped her from continuing.
Xu Yao stuck out her tongue and said, "I'm just guessing. You didn't say a word."
But she has a close relationship with Ning Xiaoning, so even if it is a guess, it is probably not far off. Wen Liang did not expect Ning Xiaoning to go to the 9th Army in the Northeast. The black soil really nourishes people. Xie Yan went to the West and came back with dark skin and dusty skin. The coach's face is even whiter, but this may have nothing to do with the environment. There is a kind of people who are born not to be tanned, the more they are exposed to the sun, the whiter they are, and they are cold to the bone, as if they can block the sun.
"I'm just curious... Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Coach, how long will it take for your arm to heal?"
Ning Xiaoning gently moved her injured left arm, feeling it was very stiff and a little unhappy. She said, "The doctor said it will take at least three or four months."
The last time Tan Yu broke his arm, he was in a sling for a long time. Ning Xiaoning’s injury was more serious, and she might have to spend the entire first half of her senior year like this. If her family had not already arranged her path, if it had been someone else’s, it would have definitely affected her results in next year’s college entrance examination.
"It's okay. It's only three months. It will be over in the blink of an eye." Seeing that she was depressed, Xu Yao hugged her right hand and comforted her softly.
"Yes, we are here, just don't worry, leave the work of serving tea and water, making the bed and folding the quilt to me and Yaoyao." Ji Su also didn't want to make Ning Xiaoning unhappy, so he made a joke to divert her attention.
"It's my duty!" Xu Yao patted her chest, looking funny yet warm and touching.
After finishing the meal, Wen Liang presided over the first plenary meeting of the senior year of the Student Union. It was also very likely that this would be the last session he presided over, because according to convention, student leaders who entered the senior year would automatically resign so that they could better devote themselves to study. However, even if they resigned, they would have to wait until the beginning of the school year was over and the teaching work was on track before they could be re-elected and appointed. In other words, Wen Liang's words still had administrative effect, not to mention that Hua Xique, who came to listen, was watching eagerly, so no one dared not to carry out his orders seriously.
The opening ceremony originally scheduled for the afternoon was postponed to tomorrow morning. The student union cadres who received the order were distributed in various classes to monitor the students' speech and movements. Then, as if it was a period of white terror, many students were called to the political education department for lectures in and out of class. The roar of the flower magpie could be heard from the window across the two teaching buildings. Of course, there was only one reason: spreading rumors, making rumors, and believing rumors. For the first offense, all were given a verbal warning and ten points were deducted from the conduct score. If it happened again, they would be directly detained for probation, and their parents would be asked to reflect on themselves, and it would be recorded in their personal files.
The effect was immediate. The students who rarely saw the school get angry immediately became silent. How Master Huang died certainly aroused people's curiosity, but more important than curiosity was that he was not punished, his parents were not called, and his file was not recorded. So the first day of school was quietly spent in such a bizarre encounter of ice and fire. Wen Liang cleaned up the table, told Huang Gang to go to his house for dinner in the evening, and then got up and left. When he walked to the school gate, he saw Zhang Yihan's car about to drive in. He slowed down when passing by him, and rolled down the rear window halfway. Zhang Yihan nodded to him, then raised the window again, went against the flow of people leaving school, and disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path.
This kind of treatment was unimaginable before, not because Zhang Yihan didn't know the hidden identity behind Wen Liang, but because he was in a different position from others. No matter what, he was Wen Liang's teacher. Respecting teachers is a national tradition, especially for those in high positions. Haven't you seen many high-ranking officials, even the highest officials, still respectfully call out "Hello, Teacher" when they meet their elementary and middle school teachers? Therefore, the more Zhang Yihan relied on his status, the more Wen Liang couldn't be presumptuous. On the contrary, if he lowered his face to flatter his students, he might not be valued by Wen Liang.
This is generally the way smart people get along with each other. They need to consider all kinds of factors and then decide on their own position and attitude. Just like now, Wen Liang informed him of the news as a gesture of goodwill and a way to get closer to him. Naturally, Zhang Yihan has to reciprocate.
After leaving No. 1 Middle School, Wen Liang went to Diyuan. Someone had died in the school, and Zuo Yuxi, as the person in charge, had to take the brunt of the coordination. If he hadn't been waiting to visit Han Chaoping during the day, he should have rushed back immediately. Calculating the time, he should have arrived in Qingzhou by now.
Unexpectedly, the wait lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening. Wen Liang was about to fall asleep on the sofa when Zuo Yuxi finally arrived. After entering the room, she took off her shoes, held the shoe cabinet with one hand, raised her legs slightly, bent down to take off her flesh-colored stockings, and from her shoulders to her waist and hips, her exquisite and undulating curves revealed an alluring arc, which made people unable to resist the temptation. Wen Liang yawned, stood up and went over to hug her waist from behind, leaned down to her round and smooth earlobe, and whispered, "Why are you back so late?"
Zuo Yuxi panted softly and said, "It's a coincidence that we are here today. There is a reception banquet in the city. The guests used to work in the education system. Zhang Wugu and Yan Jize will both attend. Professor Han has some friendship with them, so he was temporarily called to accompany the guests. Secretary-General Wen and I stayed in Guanshan to wait for news..."
"Good news?"
Zuo Yuxi's eyes were blurred, and he said, "Well... Director Zhang said that he could consider letting me participate in the preparations for the merger of colleges and universities. It's basically a sure thing."
Leaders never say things that are final. Since they said they would consider it in front of Han Chaoping, the meaning was very clear. Wen Liang was overjoyed and said, "Okay, you did a good job. I'll give you a reward!"
Zuo Yuxi tilted her head back and licked Wenliang's cheek with the tip of her tongue. Her charming look was enough to drive all the men in the world crazy. She asked, "What reward will my husband give me?"
Wen Liang whispered: "Husband will exercise with you..."
After a long time, the two exhausted people lay on the sofa hugging each other. The Jiangdong Evening News was playing on TV. Suddenly, a piece of news caught Wen Liang's attention:
"… After many consultations and talks, Mingzhu Xiang Group will invest RMB 500 million to RMB 1 billion in Guanshan City in the next three years, and will be involved in many business areas such as real estate, hotels, and electronic information industries. It is expected that new jobs will be created in the next two years…"
The TV screen continued, and amid the roar of clicking flash lights, Chen Zongzhi was smiling, and the person shaking hands with him was Xiang Ziyu, who had traveled thousands of miles with Wen Liang!
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(In addition, regarding this book, after many helpless adjustments, you can actually see that the plot from the middle to now is almost fragmented, and has completely deviated from the path I originally designed. The direct consequence is that the follow-up is weak. Maru will try his best and will do his best to make the story relatively good, but his talent is limited, and I am ashamed of everyone) (To be continued)