Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Tang Chong hurried over and patted Director Jiao on the back, only then did Director Jiao stop coughing.

  "Teacher, don't get agitated." Tang Zhong hastily said. "I didn't intentionally try to anger you-----"

  "Are you intentionally provoking me?" Jiao Yuheng was furious. "I've been talking about my feelings for half a day, and it's all been like playing the piano to a cow? The cow doesn't understand, I can accept that... but what really gets me is that you keep saying you feel guilty in your heart, so I thought you knew you were wrong, I thought you had the intention of changing..."

  "Director, I'm not wrong." Tang Zhong said with a serious expression. "I am not a violent person and do not like to attract attention by fighting. Every time I throw a punch, there is a reason for throwing that punch."

  "What can't be solved by talking? Do we have to resort to using our fists?" Jiao Yuheng retorted.

  "Teacher, language is the choice of the weak." Tang Zhong said with a smile. "Those who try to harm you, they don't care what you say to them."

  "You-" Jiao Yu Heng jumped up from the sofa. "You still say you're not a violent person? Get out! Get out! Get out of here quickly!"

  "Alright, I'm leaving. Teacher, you must take care of your body. I'd rather you expel me from the school than see you harm your health because of me..."

  "You're making me expel you from the sect again? How dare you?! Do you think I don't dare to?" Jiao Yu Heng said, panting with rage, pointing at Tang Chong and scolding him loudly.

  "Dare? Of course the teacher dared." Tang Chong said with a smile. "I thought that since I took the initiative to speak out, the teacher would see my filial piety and not want to drive me away."

  When Tang Chong left, the office door was quietly closed by him. Jiao Yuheng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "Language is the choice of the weak. Isn't this also scolding me, a teacher?" Jiao Yuheng muttered to himself. "This kid is different from the other students. Maybe in the future he can take a different path and have a different demeanor."

  "However, it's not a solution to always fight with people. I was thinking of letting him come over and learn some psychology knowledge after the military training is over, but it seems that the plan needs to be advanced."

  Having made up one's mind, one will no longer be bothered by these things.

  Take down the overcoat from the clothes rack and put it on, lock the office door and get off work.

  He is in a hurry to go back and have dinner with his darling granddaughter.

  Coming out of the office building, Tang Chong took a shortcut through a fake hill to rush to the third canteen. The third canteen's stir-fried pancake was exceptional, and Tang Chong loved it very much. Moreover, the fried chicken wings at the second window were also bigger than those in other canteens, which was still very tempting for students.

  He finished his military training and was summoned by Li Qiang, and he hasn't had lunch yet.

  If the fans of Tang Xin knew that she had to take a long detour just to eat a slightly bigger chicken wing, they would be heartbroken and shed several tears.

  Going further forward is an artificial lake called "Mingli Lake". It is said that this was organized, built and named by Li Mingjie, the first president of Nanda.

  The lotus in Mingli Lake is also planted, but it's not as dense as the one in Washing Ink Lake. Only a few lotus leaves are floating on the lake, just playing a decorative role.

  There is a pavilion in the middle of the lake, connected by a wooden bridge.

  In the distance, there was still a figure in white clothes in the pavilion.

  "What's someone doing running here at noon?" Tang Chong thought to himself.

  He's going to take a look. Maybe someone wants to jump into the lake.

  What's more important is ----- she was still a woman.

  Tang Chong walked up onto the wooden bridge, making creaking sounds with each step.

  But the wood color is bright and looks like it has just been renovated, so there's no need to worry about stepping on a broken board.

  The scorching sunlight at noon, the silver-white light danced on the lake surface, as if countless white carp jumped out of the water.

  Wooden bridge. Bamboo pavilion. Gentle breeze. Proud sun. White-clad maiden.

  This scene is both beautiful and illusory, as if it were a supreme fantasy from the realm of the immortals.

  Hearing footsteps coming from behind her, the white-clothed girl turned around.

  At that moment, Tang Zhong felt a sense of dizziness and confusion.

  Just like sunlight filtering through the treetops, just like a huqin playing a light string, just like a clear breeze blowing over a wheat field, just like a phonograph needle being placed on a record.

  Tang Zhong found it difficult to find words to describe the girl's appearance, and even harder to elaborate on his emotions at that moment.

  But he was very clear about one thing.

  Something is wildly spreading at the bottom of his heart.

  "Who are you?" The girl's eyebrows furrowed slightly. This unconscious cautious movement was also so lovely, as if she should have done it from the start. She couldn't not do it.

  "I think I've seen you before," said Tang Chong.

  "Really?" said the girl. "This pickup line is not fresh at all."

  "I really have seen you." Tang said seriously. "On the cover of the admission letter."

  Yes. Tang Zhong has seen her.

  When he received the admission letter from Nanda, he saw her.

  She wore a white long dress, calm and unruffled, standing quietly at the gate of Nanjing University that had weathered many storms.

  The designer may have deliberately colored the picture brightly for celebratory purposes, but Tang Chong felt that it should be in black and white. That way, she and this century-old prestigious school would match better, and could express that kind of serene beauty.

  "They don't understand." Tang Zhong sighed after staring at the cover of the notice for a long time.

  The girl smiled lightly, like a blooming orchid in an instant. She raised her hand to gently brush away the long hair that was blown messy by the wind and said, "Many people have seen it."

  Tang nodded seriously and said: "I wanted to stay and chat with you for a while, but thinking about it, I don't know what to say to you... so, goodbye."

  Tang Zhong waved his hand and turned around alone, walking towards the wooden bridge.

  The girl was slightly taken aback, her absent-minded beauty captivating one's heart.

  When Tang Chong walked to the middle of the wooden bridge, a man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with a tall and slender figure like a model, and a handsome face like a celebrity, appeared at the head of the bridge.

  He is like a precious jade, finely carved and polished on the outside, transparent and flawless on the inside.

  He is a man who is likable from inside out, not just a pretty face like 'embroidered pillow'.

  Just at first glance, he can give people such a good impression, this man is one in ten thousand, a dragon among men.

  "Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?" Tang Chong thought to himself.

  The man stepped aside on one end of the bridge and waited for Tang Chong to walk out from under the bridge first, even though the wooden bridge was wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

  Obviously. He didn't want to rub shoulders with a strange man.

  Tang Chong walked past him, waited for a few seconds, and then stepped onto the wooden bridge. It was as if he had to wait until the smell left on the bridge by the person in front of him dissipated.

  Lu Junzhuo walked with a leisurely pace and strolled to the Lake Heart Pavilion.

  "Who is he?" he asked aloud.

  "I don't know." The woman replied.

  Lu Junzhuo stopped asking questions then. He knew that their relationship only allowed him to ask this one question.

  If she's asked again, she might just ignore it. In that case, the most embarrassing one would still be myself.

  "I'm here," said Lu Junzhuo. This sentence should be placed before 'who is he'. But he still decided to say it in this order.

  She will understand.

  "What's the status of the new member's review?" the woman asked.

  "The principal personally took charge of five students, and all have been reviewed. Two people meet the requirements and can join. Three people's qualifications are slightly poor, and they did not pass the first review. The three vice principals each took charge of three students, among these nine people, four are top-notch, two are second-rate, and the other three do not make the grade," said Lu Junzhuo. "By 8 o'clock tonight, all materials can be counted and the audit report will come out."

  School is also a small society, because students' status depends on their parents' family background.

  There are sons of commoners, daughters of minor officials, young masters from ministerial families, and possibly even little princesses.

  The school administration will also personally take charge of these students according to their level. For example, the children of provincial or ministerial-level officials will be taken care of by the principal himself. If there is anything that needs to be reported or a small parent-teacher conference needs to be held, it will also be the principal who communicates with their parents personally.

  And the children of vice-provincial or department-level parents will be taken care of by the vice-principal. Perhaps these students themselves do not know that they have already become objects of interest being carved up.

  The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "As in previous years, there are still some guys whose identities are hidden very tightly, even our channels can't identify them-----"

  Lu Junzhuo turned to look at the woman's delicate and refined face, then quickly turned back, his eyes unconsciously appreciating the scenery in front of him, saying: "Have you received any information?"

  "That one from the You family is also among this year's new students at Nan Da," the woman said.

  Lu Junzhuo's expression changed slightly, and he said: "I thought the You family would choose Peking University or Renmin University for him. What? Does he also want to come and blow in this humid sea breeze of the south?"

  The woman didn't respond, as if she suddenly remembered something, and asked: "Has the little princess of the Qiu family also arrived?"

  "He's here," said Lu Junzhuo. "However, she failed in the first round of review and was not selected."

  "Why?" the woman asked.

  Lu Junzhuo looked at the woman with surprise, thinking that the membership system was something she had completed on her own. Who would know better than you about the harshness of these systems?

  "But still replied: 'I tried hard. Didn't find any bright spots on her.'"

  "Is she pretty?" the woman asked.

  Lu Junzhuo hesitated slightly.

  "She is beautiful." The woman herself had already given the answer.

  "Is her family rich?" the woman asked again.

  "I have money." Lu Junzhuo replied directly. He knew that if he didn't answer, this woman would answer for him.

  "Isn't this the highlight?" the woman retorted.

  "Su Shan----" Lu Junzhuo frowned and said. "Red Eagle only wants elites, no vases."

  "You're wrong," said the woman. "She is a flower, not a vase."

  You are flowers, not a bunch of white cabbage. This flattery is well done, isn't it?