exoTheUnfairClub

The contacts are all elites who directly reach the lifeline of the company, but there are not many helpless people.

On his side, he was restrained by the traitorous little cousin of the Jin family, so he had too little room to use, and his parents obviously didn't want him to get in touch with the internal affairs of the group too early, so the progress of the alliance was really slow.

Jin Zhongda is a control freak who hopes that he can control everything. Once the incident deviates from his plan, although he will not go crazy, he quite hates the feeling that things are out of control.

And now, when things got out of control and he couldn't do anything about it.

Jin Zhongda had some headaches, and it seemed like a bee flew into his right temple, jumping up and down, disturbing his restlessness.

He rushed up the steps of the library in two steps at a time, put away his umbrella and put it at the door, intending to go in and borrow two books to pass the time.

"When I recruited you in the first place, I didn't expect you to be such a person..."

He seemed to hear the voice of the old witch curator in the library.

"You also know the nature of S University. We don't need work-study students like you very much. We only recruit you to give you a chance."

Jin Zhongda approached the borrowing registration room and saw Song Ping standing opposite her with his head bowed.

"It's okay to be late last week and quarrel with others. As an administrator, shouldn't you lead by example?"

Song Ping retorted softly: "Madam, it's really not me first..."

"Not you? Do you know how many complaints we have received during the time you have been working?"

"Madam?" Jin Zhongda pushed open the door and walked in without hesitation.

"Ah, it's you." The old witch smiled immediately, and took out a book wrapped in thick plastic paper from the drawer and handed it to him: "The book you asked for last time is here."

Jin Zhong lowered his voice and said, "Thank you for your attention. What is the loan period?"

"Just come back after reading it, don't worry about the deadline."

"Thank you so much," Jin Zhong put away the book and looked at Song Ping next to him: "What's wrong with him?"

The old hag frowned: "He got into fights with students in the library and was complained many times. The school has decided to stop his part-time job."

"Well, he is my friend, please take care of him during this time." Jin Zhongda nodded to the old witch, signaling Song Ping to leave with him.

The curator looked flustered, and just about to say something, Song Ping had already turned around and closed the door, blocking her voice.

Jin Zhongda stopped under the eaves of the library, leaned on the marble pillar and looked at Song Ping: "What's wrong?"

"It's a bit strange..." Song Ping imitated Jin Zhongda's posture and relaxed his body.

"Strange why I took you away?"

"kindness."

Jin Zhongda turned his head and looked at him: "It's useless for you to stay there, you have to know that the school has always only recognized money but not people, and recruited you just for appearance."

Song Ping wrinkled his nose when he heard this, but admitted it.

He continued: "Although I don't know who is fighting with you, but judging by her attitude, she must be a young master."

As soon as this was mentioned, Song Ping pursed his lips angrily, wondering if he should speak to Jin Zhong.

He seemed to see Song Ping's hesitation, and his voice was still soft and gentle, saying: "It's okay, since you've mixed up with us, if something happens, we will naturally help you."

Song Ping hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath: "Last week when I came back in brother Yixing's car, that young man might have seen him, and he started picking on me on various occasions. It was fine at first, but it was because of me. I was embarrassed, and then I went too far..."

When the rain stopped, Jin Zhongda picked up his umbrella and walked out with Song Ping.

They walked around the small garden, and Song Ping's story was not finished yet.

"He tore up two very precious books in the library. I was so angry that I quarreled with him a few times. He actually made a move. I subconsciously fought back and was seen by the curator. This is not over yet. I wrote it the day before yesterday. The paper he finished was sentenced to plagiarism when he handed it in the next day, which was exactly the same as his paper..."

The feeling of being humiliated that day seemed to come back again. Song Ping clearly remembered that he had handed in the paper paper and was called by the professor within 5 minutes.He thought that there were some academic problems in his thesis, and he was spreading out the notebook to write down and revise one by one, but he was scolded for plagiarism.

He didn't know how he provoked that young master, who stood arrogantly in front of the professor, still holding his thesis in his hand.

Song Ping hunched his back a little, clenched his hands on both sides of his body, pursed his lips and tried desperately to suppress its trembling, but it was in vain.

The humiliation of the professor and other classmates continued, his mind was a little fuzzy, and the heat from his cheeks made him almost dazzled by anger.He kept telling himself to hold back, he was different from them, he would be the first to come out and top the bag if something happened.

The air became thicker, Song Ping's breathing gradually became heavy, and his alveoli were almost filled with vicious curses on that son, but he couldn't do anything, couldn't do anything.

Song Ping slowed down his walking speed, waiting for the impulse and anger to pass away, his chest heaved violently.Jin Zhongda, who was next to him, also slowed down to cooperate with him, and used silence to help Song Ping retain the last bit of dignity.

The second class in the afternoon was over, and the small garden was full of students hurrying to change classrooms.They filed out and filed in, busy like diligent worker bees.

Not long after, it became quiet again.

Jin Zhongda stopped and tilted his head to look at Song Ping: "Don't worry."

Song Ping hadn't realized what "rest assured" was, Jin Zhongda waved his hand and left, leaving him alone in a daze.

On the last day of September, the first scandal of this semester broke out at S University. A son-in-law was detained for bribing the professor, and his girlfriend came to the door, not yet pregnant. At the same time, it was revealed that he had been taking LSD hallucinogens for a long time. was taken away by the police.

Many people from S University were implicated in the case and were called over for questioning. Everyone was in danger.

Song Ping didn't care about these things at first, but he didn't know until the professor who wronged him apologized to him in class, that the unlucky son was the one he knew.

Only then did he understand what Jin Zhongda meant by "you can rest assured".

City S changed from the haze before, and was once again blessed by sunshine.

Jin Zhongda hummed softly and walked on the streets of S City, he liked this feeling, he could easily control the feeling of the audience.His desire to control was satisfied by this, and he regained the feeling of being in control.

The lady walking next to him hugged a beautiful little girl, her lake-green eyes were wide open, and she looked at him curiously, and he gave her a beautiful smile in response without hesitation.

A gust of wind blew gently, and the little girl's hair was blown a little messy, and her short golden hair covered her eyes, and she couldn't see the coldness of the oriental man after he restrained his smile.

The last warmth before autumn came, and was taken away as soon as it was sprinkled. The cold air almost squeezed in, washing away the warmth that had not yet landed.

Autumn in S City is very short, and everyone knows that it will be severe cold again in two weeks.

CH10

Wu Shixun also didn't know how many times Bian Boxian stayed with him overnight.

His apartment and S University are just at the two ends of the city. Usually, people don't like to stay with him very much. It is too painful to wake up with a hangover and go back to school the next morning.

Bian Baekhyun has been staying with him frequently since last semester, and gradually changed from lying on the carpet playing games to running to the bedroom to roll the sheets when he was slightly drunk.

They spend a lot of time meeting alone. Although they have similar majors, they are the only ones whose schedules overlap by more than 80%.

There are evening classes every Thursday, and the professor likes to last until 09:30.Baekhyun usually didn't drive that morning, and went back to his small apartment with Sehun after class.

The relationship between the two lasted on and off for more than half a year. Wu Shixun could always feel the spark between him and Bian Baekhyun, but Bian Baekhyun never spoke to him about this issue from the beginning to the end.

Wu Shixun can take it easy, Bian Boxian doesn't say anything, and he doesn't ask.

Baekhyun came here in the afternoon today, it seems that yesterday he drank too much and slept until noon, and he ran to look for him when he was at home and had nothing to do.

When he came, Wu Shixun was about to cook, and Baekhyun leaned against him like a little white dog who had been hungry for two days before the pasta was cooked.

They have different tastes, Sehun likes creamy bacon, Baekhyun only eats tomato and seafood.Wu Shixun could only put the milk and bacon back in the refrigerator, and brought out some shellfish again.

Bian Baekhyun is also a restless talker, sitting on the kitchen counter a thousand and eight thousand miles away from the stove, holding up the strawberries that Wu Shixun washed for him dipped in chocolate to eat.

"...That's why Jin Junmian is very strange recently. He leaves early and returns late. I didn't get home until dawn that day, but he hasn't slept yet."

Wu Shixun stretched his neck and moved closer to Baekhyun, waiting for him to feed him a strawberry with a plucked stem: "I must be busy if something happened at home, and I don't know how his house search is going."

"He himself said that he will pay a deposit in the next few days, find someone to clean up and move in, maybe another week?"

"Hmm..." Wu Shixun wiped the tomato with the back of a knife, peeled off the skin completely, cut it a few times with his hand and threw it into the pan.

Bian Baekhyun chewed something in his mouth and said vaguely: "Every time I see you cutting something with your hands, I feel like blood will be splattered everywhere in the next second."

"Today I cut tomatoes, even if the blood splattered everywhere, you wouldn't be able to see it. You can still eat it later, and add flavor to the seafood."

Baekhyun wrinkled his nose and jumped off the sink, sticking to Wu Shixun's leg,