The Infatuated Cannon Fodder Quits

Chapter 4

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If Zhao Caiming was gentle and drizzling when facing Bo Jin, then when facing Xie Ruan, he was like a lightning and thunderstorm, the highest level one.

"You are so young, but you have learned to lie in front of the teacher!" Zhao Caiming said with a straight face, asking a series of soul-searching questions, "Tell me, which class are you in? How many times have you skipped classes?"

"Bo Jin has a good brain, so it's okay for him to come out and relax occasionally. What about you? Are you too talented to work hard? Have you finished your workbook? How did you score in the last exam? What's your ranking in school?"

Before Xie Ruan could even explain, he was bombarded with criticism, leaving him completely stunned.

"Don't scold him," Bo Jin was not afraid of Zhao Caiming's temper at all, and stepped forward to speak for Xie Ruan, "He is different from me. He is in Class 11. This is the physical education class."

"What?" Zhao Caiming missed the point and said in disbelief, "The exams are almost here, and there are still classes in the second year of high school taking physical education classes? What are the class teachers doing?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and opened the memo: "I have to make a note of this and mention it at the next meeting."

Xie Ruan: “…”

Zhao Bapi, you are worthy of it.

After recording, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Xie Ruan: "Are you really from Class 11?"

He didn't think any student would dare to fool him, but it was Xie Ruan who had just lied.

Xie Ruan came back to his senses and nodded, "Yes."

Zhao Caiming looked at Bo Jin.

"How can this be false?" Bo Jin was completely impressed by him. He sincerely felt that it was a waste of Zhao Caiming's talent to be a teacher in their school. If he had become a policeman, who knows how many unsolved cases could have been avoided.

He pointed at Xie Ruan and said, "Xie Ruan from Class 11, Xie as in Xie Xie, Ruan as in Ruan Xian. If you don't believe me, go check it out."

Bo Jin was recruited to Sega High School by Zhao Caiming. The two had met many times, and Zhao Caiming had some understanding of the character of this favorite student.

He didn't look like he was lying, and his face looked much better, but—

Zhao Caiming looked suspiciously at the two of them: "What is your relationship?"

Not only did they secretly go to the rooftop together, but they also protected each other. Especially the one named Xie Ruan, who was not afraid of being punished for Bo Jin. It was abnormal no matter how you looked at it!

Zhao Caiming frowned. Don't think he was old-fashioned. In fact, he was very trendy! He had read those confiscated romance novels for a long time. He knew that not only boys and girls could have early love, but boys and boys could also have early love!

Xie Ruan didn't understand the deep meaning of Zhao Caiming's words, but Bo Jin did. He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. He didn't expect that Director Zhao, who looked serious and rigid, knew a lot in private.

The corners of his lips slightly raised, and under Zhao Caiming's glare, he reached out and put his arm around Xie Ruan's shoulders: "I was wrong..."

Zhao Caiming's heart suddenly became alarmed.

Just say that his sharp eyes can't be wrong! There is something fishy going on between these two people!

No! Sega finally recruited a good talent like Bo Jin, and they are counting on him to achieve good results. We absolutely cannot let him be ruined by premature love!

No matter what method he uses, he must separate these two people!

Just as this thought crossed my mind, I heard Bo Jin sigh again, "If you are good-looking, you should be more careful and not get too close to other students. Now, you have been misunderstood."

Zhao Caiming: “???”

Zhao Caiming had been a coach for 20 years, and he had never seen such a shameless person. He didn't know what to say for a moment. His mind went blank for a long time, and he glared at Bo Jin fiercely: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you! I have something serious to talk to you about."

Bo Jin half leaned against the wall and chuckled, "You say."

Zhao Caiming: "You really don't want to accept the recommendation? Tsinghua University called me today and said that the position is still reserved for you. As long as you are willing, they will send you a letter of admission immediately."

In July, Bo Jin, as the team leader, led a group of team members to compete in the IMO International Mathematical Olympiad, and finally won the team and individual gold medals with full marks, becoming one of the only two full marks in this session.

After the competition, he hadn't returned to China yet, but all the universities were fighting for his admission. Various tactics were used to recruit him, and he could set any conditions he wanted, as if he was the party B being oppressed by the party A.

Everyone thought he would choose between two top universities, but no one expected that Bo Jin would not choose either one.

He refused the admission and will stay in Sega High School to continue his sophomore year after the summer vacation.

When the news came out, professors in colleges and universities who were eagerly waiting for his admission went crazy, and the teachers at Sega High School also went crazy.

Why did you work so hard to get a gold medal? Isn't it to get into a good university

But Bo Jin didn't even hesitate and rejected the recruitment of major universities without any room for negotiation. How could this be possible!

The teachers all came forward and took turns to persuade him around the clock.

One said that we should not be too proud at such a young age and should seize the opportunities that come our way. The other said that time is precious and should not be wasted, and that only when we go to college can we have a broader world.

However, no matter how they appealed to his feelings or reason, Bo Jin remained unmoved, leaving all the teachers empty-handed.

Zhao Caiming felt that it was a pity to give up like this. Although he had no hope, he still wanted to ask Bo Jin one last time, just in case.

"No thanks." As expected, Bo Jin refused again.

"Ah," Zhao Caiming sighed deeply, knowing that he wouldn't have to ask again. Bo Jin's decision could not be changed. "Okay then."

"Wouldn't it be better if I didn't go?" Bo Jin looked at Zhao Caiming, as if refusing the recommendation was a trivial matter. "If I stay, I can earn more honor for the school."

"Oh, you can't say that..." Zhao Caiming's eyes lit up, and it was obvious that he had opened the door to a new world. He said in a fake tone, "Your future is more important."

After enduring it again and again, I couldn't help but ask, "Will you still participate in the math competition next year?"

It's not that he wants to exploit Bo Jin alone, it's just that Sega High School has too few talented people in competitions.

Although they are both key high schools, compared with the prestigious Foreign Language School and No. 1 Middle School, Sega can't even rank. Every time the enrollment season comes, they can only watch the top students being snatched away by these two schools, but they can do nothing about it.

Zhao Caiming still couldn't understand why Bo Jin agreed to come to their school. He always felt that it was not the conditions they offered that moved Bo Jin, but that Bo Jin had been planning to study at Sega from the beginning.

Zhao Caiming shook his head and threw this ridiculous idea out of his mind. How could this be possible? How could a genius like him choose to attend their school? Was it because their tuition was expensive

Bo Jin said thoughtfully: "Not necessarily."

"We have to decide quickly," Zhao Caiming said anxiously, while calculating in his mind, "If you want to participate, you have to prepare in advance. You got full marks this year, so next year's score can't be too far behind."

Bo Jin put one hand in his pocket, looking nonchalant: "What are you preparing for?"

Just as Zhao Caiming was about to speak, he heard him say lazily, "You can learn that stuff just by looking at it."

Zhao Caiming: “…”

Zhao Caiming was speechless, and it took him a long while to come back to his senses. He was afraid to continue talking to Bo Jin, because his high blood pressure, which he had suffered for ten years, had recurred. He turned his attention to Xie Ruan, who was trying to reduce his presence: "Xie Ruan, right? You can't learn from him. He is not a normal person."

Bo Jin was helpless: "What you said."

Zhao Caiming ignored him and continued to say to Xie Ruan: "The right way is to do more exercises and less laziness. If you want to get good grades, you have to work hard! As long as you don't die from studying, then study until you die!"

Xie Ruan nodded with a stiff face.

Zhao Caiming finally got the chance to preach, and he directed all his thoughts to Xie Ruan: "Study hard, and ten years later you will find that what the teacher said is right! If you don't work hard now, it will be too late to regret it when you grow up."

Xie Ruan gritted his teeth and responded: "... Got it."

"Then do your best," Zhao Caiming, who was satisfied with the affirmative answer, finally gave up and let him go, "Try to get into the experimental class as soon as possible."

After that, he turned to Bo Jin and said, "And you, go back when you've relaxed enough, and try not to delay the next class, okay?"

"Okay." Bo Jin responded.

Zhao Caiming then waved to the two of them, turned and left.

Xie Ruan also wanted to leave, but just as he took a step, he was grabbed by the collar: "Why are you running?"

"Who ran away?" Xie Ruan broke away from Bo Jin's hand, turned around and asked indifferently, "Is this your family's business?"

Seeing Xie Ruan's unhappy face, Bo Jin knew that he was angry because he had lost face. He laughed and admitted his mistake very happily: "I was wrong."

Xie Ruan was stunned.

Bo Jin lowered his eyes and looked at him: "I didn't explain it to you clearly, so you misunderstood."

Bo Jin actually apologized to him!

Xie Ruan thought of countless possibilities, but never this one.

He turned his head uncomfortably and said in a muffled voice: "It's okay, it has nothing to do with you."

Thinking about it carefully, Bo Jin did nothing wrong. He and I were just strangers who had met once. There was no need for him to explain to me whether he skipped classes or not. But he still apologized, and his tone was so sincere.

"I took it for granted."

Although he looks irritable, he is actually quite easy to appease.

Bo Jin couldn't help but laugh, his voice was much gentler than at the beginning. He asked Xie Ruan: "Did you just tell Director Zhao that you called me out?"

It would have been fine if he didn't mention it, but as soon as Xie Ruan mentioned it, she became extremely embarrassed and glared at him: "Then I thought you really skipped class."

Who would have thought that the academic genius actually has the privilege of skipping classes!

"Um?"

Xie Ruan is not a person who holds grudges. Since Bo Jin has apologized, he will not hold on to it. Anyway, there are only three of them on the rooftop, and no fourth person will know. He kicked the small stone under his feet and said nonchalantly: "You are a good student. If you are caught skipping classes, it will be a big deal. For us poor students, it doesn't matter."

He shrugged: "If there are too many lice, you won't feel itchy."

The wind on the rooftop was strong, and the boy's soft black hair was blown all over the place. He raised his hand and blew it up randomly, revealing his beautiful face.

The bridge of his nose is high and delicate, his full lips are slightly upturned, and his lips are a natural red. His peach blossom eyes are bright and his eyebrows are full of youthful vigor.

Bo Jin pursed his lips lightly and said nothing.

Xie Ruan thought that he looked down on her attitude of giving up everything, so she curled her lips and felt a little annoyed. Just as she was about to find an excuse to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Xie Ruan lowered his eyes and saw Bo Jin gently pry open his fingers and take the cigarette butt out of his palm.

Zhao Caiming came suddenly, and Xie Ruan didn't have time to think about it, and held the cigarette butt, which was still warm, in her hand. At this moment, the palm of her hand was burned red, which was particularly glaring on her fair skin.

Bo Jin paused for a moment before saying, "I didn't realize you were so helpful."

"Well," Xie Ruan put down his hand and said perfunctorily, "When I die, at least three relics can be burned out."

Bo Jin: “…”

Bo Jin smiled: "Thank you for today."

Xie Ruan waved his hand: "No, I can't help much."

"Who said that?" Bo Jin shook the cigarette butt in his hand. "Isn't this it?"

He threw the cigarette butt into the trash can and sneered: "Do you believe that if Director Zhao saw me smoking, he would force me to attend ideological education classes every day and move to my dormitory to watch me 24 hours a day?"

Don’t mention it, with Zhao Caiming’s personality, he is really capable of doing such a thing.

Thinking of that chaotic scene, Xie Ruan suddenly laughed.

"So today is all thanks to you."

Xie Ruan curled her eyes, feeling a little happy about his praise. She took out her phone from her pocket and wondered whether she should add Bo Jin as a friend while the atmosphere was good.

He and Bo Jin were in different classes and had little interaction with each other. Penguin was the most convenient tool for communication and understanding. He didn't know the reason why Bo Jin committed suicide, but he might be able to find some clues by looking through his past posts and diaries.

Xie Ruan was not the type of person who could hide his thoughts, so as he thought about this, he unconsciously opened the Penguin software.

Bo Jin's eyes fell on his cell phone and he understood.

"Bo Jin." Xie Ruan called him.

"Yeah." Bo Jin took out his cell phone, tapped the screen with his finger, and responded without raising his head.

Xie Ruan looked at his slightly cold profile, hesitated for a moment, and finally didn't say the next sentence. She made up an excuse: "Oh, it's nothing. I just want to tell you that I'm leaving."

What if Bo Jin refused? Wouldn’t he be very embarrassed

Let's wait until the two of them are more familiar with each other.

Bo Jin still didn't look up: "Okay."

Xie Ruan put the phone back and turned away.

The stairs leading to the rooftop were not long, and Xie Ruan walked forward absentmindedly. Two contradictory thoughts kept interweaving and changing in his mind. At one moment, he felt that it was right for him not to ask Bo Jin for his contact information, but at another moment, he felt that if he missed this opportunity, he would never know when he would find the right opportunity.

Although Bo Jin committed suicide in his senior year of high school, there is still one year left. But there is no specific medicine for depression, and cure requires a long process. The earlier the cause is discovered, the more hope there is for recovery.

Xie Ruan rubbed his head in annoyance and his pace became slower and slower.

Before today, Bo Jin was just a symbol in his eyes. He was a classmate and an unattainable academic god. But after today, he became a person with flesh and blood.

Xie Ruan couldn't bear to watch him go to his doom.

No matter how important face is, can it be compared with human life

Just ask, and if he refuses, think of another way. He is such a smart person, how could he be stumped by this

What if he agrees

Xie Ruan took a deep breath and finally made up his mind.

He turned around and opened the Penguin software while walking back.

Huh? Xie Ruan looked at the new friend information in the contacts list. Who added him

Why are you causing trouble at this time

Xie Ruan clicked it impatiently.

Xie Ruan's footsteps suddenly stopped -

Bo requested to add him as a friend.

Note: I am Bo Jin.