"Yes, Professor Tan asked me to do this, it was not my intention."
Listening to Zhu Yongzhi's incoherent words, the dean's expression became a little ugly. He wanted to pull out his belt and slap Zhu Yongzhi hard. He was so stupid!
"Which Professor Tan are you talking about?" The department head frowned so hard that he could pinch a mosquito to death.
"That's Professor Tan Huaishui from the Business School." Zhu Yongzhi quickly replied.
"Tan Huaishui? What did he tell you to do?"
"He asked me to squeeze Xu Jiaojiao. It would be best if Xu Jiaojiao did not come to class, and then she would fail in her subject so that she would not be able to survive in school."
The head of the department couldn't hold back, and hit Zhu Yongzhi on the head with a bang, "Are you stupid? You don't even know if you are being used as a gun! What ability does he have to help you apply for the title of associate professor? Even if he can, you don't want to Think about whether your own abilities are up to par.”
Zhu Yongzhi touched the painful head of his head and wanted to refute but did not dare. He said angrily: "Then what should we do now?"
"If you still want to continue here, you should go to Xu Jiaojiao to apologize today. If she doesn't forgive you, your career as a lecturer in our school will be over."
"Is it that serious?" Zhu Yongzhi couldn't believe it.
"Xu Jiaojiao is now the leader of the class. You have caused public outrage, do you know? It will be much easier to get Xu Jiaojiao's forgiveness first and then ask for forgiveness from other students. You must have a certain attitude when you apologize. Be sincere and never put on airs.”
"Brother-in-law, teach me." Zhu Yongzhi looked at the department chair as if grasping a life-saving straw.
The department head sighed helplessly.
On the other hand, after this incident of jointly resisting the teacher, the relationship between the classmates and Sheng Jiaoyang became obviously closer.
After class, Sheng Jiaoyang returned to the dormitory, put on a mask, a hat, and her big black-rimmed glasses. She took a taxi to the cemetery and went to a flower shop to buy her mother's favorite flowers on the way.
Although her mother's memorial day is tomorrow, strictly speaking, her mother's memorial day should be today. She saw her mother leave with her own eyes, on the night of her eighth birthday. My mother wanted to get through zero o'clock, but life itself is not under the control of others, and finally passed away near zero o'clock with an apology to her.
This cemetery where her mother's ashes are placed is no stranger to Sheng Jiaoyang. During the six months since she returned to China, she would take one day every week to sit in front of the stone monument.
Sheng Jiaoyang was walking on the aisle between the rows of tombstones. Suddenly she stopped and looked at the man squatting in front of her mother's tombstone from a distance. She moved her lips and walked slowly over holding the flower.
As she approached, the man squatting in front of the tombstone turned his head alertly and looked over.
Under his gaze, Sheng Jiaoyang placed the flowers in front of the tombstone.
"Who are you?" the man stood up and asked.
"I am a friend of Jiaoyang. I come to see my mother on her behalf."
"Jiaojiao... How is Jiaojiao doing now?"
Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the man with mostly gray hair and asked, "You are her father, don't you know?"
"You know me?" Sheng Xun narrowed his eyes.
"I've seen your family photos, you, Jiaoyang and your mother." Sheng Jiaoyang said calmly.
"I've never seen you before." Sheng Xun looked at the girl in front of him intently.
"It's normal that you haven't seen me before. How many friends do you know in Jiaoyang? Have you ever cared about her? I'm afraid you don't even know where she is now!"
Sheng Jiaoyang felt a little sad. When she was a child, she was the treasure in his palm, but everything changed overnight. If her mother hadn't told her everything before she died, she would probably treat such an irresponsible father as an enemy. .
Shengxun's face darkened: "What qualifications do you have to question me?"
"Yes, I really don't have the qualifications now." Sheng Jiaoyang laughed at herself. She turned to look at the photo on the tombstone. The woman with a beautiful face was always in her prime.
"You..." Sheng Xun said hesitantly, "Do you know Jiaojiao's situation?"
How long has it been since her accident? The expression on Sheng Jiaoyang's face was half-smile, "If I said she was dead, would you be sad?"
"Even if you are Jiaojiao's friend, I will never allow you to curse Jiaojiao like this." Shengxun frowned.
"Curse? Ha," Sheng Jiaoyang seemed to have heard a huge joke, "I heard that she is unconscious now. What's the difference between alive and dead?"
"How can it be?"
Seeing the shocked expression of this man with a vicissitudes of life, Sheng Jiaoyang, who originally thought he would be happy, found that he couldn't laugh at all. "It's been more than two months, but you don't even know whether she is dead or alive, and you still want to ask me, an outsider. I don't believe it. With your current ability, you can't even find out the whereabouts of your own daughter."
"You just don't care." There was a trace of loss on her face that she didn't even notice.
"You don't even care about her child now, why are you coming to see her? Aren't you feeling guilty?"
Shengxun's expression was shocked, as if he had been stimulated by something, and he left quickly and staggeringly.
Sheng Jiaoyang pursed his lips, retracted his gaze, squatted down in front of the tombstone, looked at the woman with a peaceful and beautiful smile in the photo, lowered his head and slowly leaned against the tombstone, and said softly: "Mom, I know I shouldn't have violated your rules. I asked, but when I saw my father not caring about me like this, I just couldn't help it. For a moment, I wanted to tell him the truth, but I also thought that if he cared about me at all, he would be able to discover the truth himself. "
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground came, and the footsteps of more than one person could be heard.
Sheng Jiaoyang turned around and looked a little surprised when she saw the person coming.
Why did Shen Zhining come
For Shen Zhining, it was also surprising to see Xu Jiaojiao here.
"Why are you here?" Shen Zhining frowned slightly.
"Today is the memorial day of my idol mother. I come to pay my respects. What, can't you?"
Shen Zhining looked at her posture at this time and said meaningfully: "Your worship posture is quite unique."
Sheng Jiaoyang was stunned for a moment, then stood up quickly when he realized what he was doing.
Shen Zhining reached out to take the bouquet delivered through Weinan, bent down and placed the flowers in front of the monument. When he saw the other two bouquets of the same flower seeds, he straightened up and looked at the downcast girl next to him with a deep look, and said: " You know so much, you even know what flowers Aunt Yang likes."
Hearing these probing words, Sheng Jiaoyang cheered up and replied with a smile: "Don't you know, there is a kind of fan in this world called a brainless fan, who even thinks about what color underwear his idol likes to wear. You know, that’s the kind of person I am.”
Jing Weinan, who was silent on the side, twitched the corner of his mouth. After such a long time, this guy could still say it so confidently when he said he was a crazy fan.
Sheng Jiaoyang, who spoke very confidently, felt much better when she saw that Shen Zhining was silent.