Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Cen Wei turned out of the congested alley, took a road with less traffic, and stopped the car at the gate of an agency.

Li Rong was afraid that the soup would drip on his clothes, so he refused to eat it in the car. When the car stopped, he opened the car door, bowed, tore off the wrapping paper and bit slowly.

It wasn't that warm outside, in fact he shouldn't have just eaten like this, but he was really hungry and couldn't take care of that much.

Cen Xiao watched while holding the Roujiamo. He actually didn't like this kind of pasta, and there was no spicy food in it.

But seeing Li Rong eating with gusto, he suddenly had an appetite.

He unwrapped it and took a silent bite.

Do you have to care more about a person to change your eating habits for him?

In the first ten days of November, Li Rong went to A large fountain square to hang out again, wearing that blue scarf.

The weather has not completely cooled down, and there are still many people who come here to walk their dogs every day and feel the atmosphere of college.

The tour guide held the small loudspeaker on his waist and explained it to the uncles and aunts of the tour group and the young couple with children.

"Go this way, everyone. We are standing at the famous University A. This is an institution of higher learning with a century-old history..."

"Give everyone half an hour to take pictures, and be careful not to affect student activities."

Today, there was a book exchange event in the square. Book stalls were placed all the way from the entrance of the cafeteria to the fountain. The students who came and went gathered around the stalls to choose, and when they chose the books they liked, they exchanged them with others.

When Li Rong was still in elementary school, Gu Nong brought him to participate.

He took a children's version of "Zi Zhi Tong Jian", which was very old and memorized for several years, walked around, exchanged seven booths, and finally exchanged for a complete set of first edition books of the Penguin Classics series.

The collection value of the two books was very different. He carried them to Li Qingli's office, placed them on the table, raised his chin, and proudly showed off to Li Qingli.

Even Li Qingli was amazed, although every year some people use the rules to find valuable collections of books, but it often takes a whole day to choose and talk to the stall owner.

No one has ever been able to exchange for such a cost-effective collection in just one morning.

Li Qingli carefully flipped through a few pages, and confirmed that it was the authentic book that was originally published, and it was extremely well preserved. The entire set was brought back from abroad, and the original purchase price was already very high.

When Li Rong went downstairs to buy freshly squeezed orange juice, Li Qingli couldn't help asking Gu Nong: "You know I like to collect books, so I bought it secretly?"

Gu Nong shook his head mysteriously, and said with a smile: "It's really not, your son bought it one by one. He took aim at this set early in the morning, and then asked the stall owner about the books he was interested in, and then went to other stalls I searched and changed all the way, and finally got it with "Three Hundred Tang Poems."

Li Qingli stroked the cover of the book and sighed: "This set of books is of high value, someone should have been eyeing it early in the morning. I can't figure out how people can stay and wait for him all morning. Isn't the stall owner really your student?"

Gu Nong looked at Li Qingli's rare confused look, and he was in a good mood: "It's not your student, he is from the Academy of Social Sciences, and he usually attends classes in the South Campus, and has never seen us before. Guess why he changed it to him. ?”

Li Qingli frowned and thought hard, and asked solemnly: "Could it be that my son is lucky?"

Gu Nong smiled happily, and stretched out her hand to rub Li Qingli's face: "The little girl secretly told me that she was willing to change the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" earlier in the morning, but she let him run away just to amuse her son. There are so many stalls, and there is no other reason, she just thinks her son is good-looking."

At that time Li Rong hadn't opened yet, her cheeks were round and swollen, and her newly formed peach eyes were bright and big, blown by the cold wind in late autumn, her face was rosy, and her pink makeup was really beautiful.

Li Qingli: "..."

This reason is somewhat difficult to figure out, he really thought that Li Rong had learned some psychological skills without a teacher.

Gu Nong: "I know, I'm still very happy, at least it shows that my son's factory settings are good."

But Li Rong, who overheard drinking orange juice at the office door, was not very happy.

He thought he was the result of his wisdom and sweat, but he didn't expect it to be based on his face.

Looking at the noisy crowd, Li Rong couldn't help but bend his eyes as he recalled the unclear young faces.

Time is indeed the most powerful filter. He once regarded it as the most depressing thing in his Waterloo story. Looking back now, it seems that every frame is beautiful.

He turned his face away, sorted out his emotions, and walked towards the familiar booth.

There was still a thick pile of scarf hats and gloves on the car, and the aunt herself also put on a hand-woven hat. While moving her hands and feet, she turned her back to avoid the oncoming north wind.

The small horn hanging by the car replaced her voice, repeating mechanically over and over again: "Neck, gloves and hat, it's easy to use and not expensive!"

With a smile in his eyes, Li Rong said softly, "Auntie."

"My surname is Xu, and my name is Xu Tanghui." Xu Tanghui looked up and saw him, immediately rubbed his hands, took out his mobile phone from his thick cotton coat, pulled off a glove, and opened the photo album with his fingertips to show Li Rong, "Mail Don’t allow downloading, I’ll take a picture for you, review comments, you can rest assured.”

University A is an important contributor to many foreign journals. Manuscripts sent from the exclusive mailbox of University A through A University’s own local area network will receive priority review rights. However, University A also attaches great importance to confidentiality. In order to prevent the leakage of research results, manuscripts People must log in to the staff account and password to use their exclusive mailbox to send and receive emails.

And if the mail needs to be downloaded and disseminated, it needs to obtain the joint permission of Hongsuo Research Institute and the administrative office of University A.

The reviewer highly affirmed the manuscript submitted by Li Rong. There are not many details that need to be revised, but there are still some questions that need to be answered in detail by him, but judging by his tone, basically after he finishes answering, this manuscript will pass the waiting list It's time.

Li Rong breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Aunt Hui, no one is following you, right?"

Xu Tanghui shook his head, and said happily, "I have been shopping here for ten years, and I go to the library every day. Their old employees have taken my gloves, and I am used to seeing them, so I don't stop them at all. And Li No one pays attention to the teacher's account now."

After all, no one would have thought that a person who had passed away could still contribute.

Li Rong nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, then I will come back after I finish writing."

"Hey, wait a minute." Xu Tanghui called to stop Li Rong, lowered her head to dig out in her dark blue pocket, and found an exquisitely embroidered safety amulet, which she stuffed into Li Rong's arms, "Tell me Teacher Li's password 1117 is your birthday, right? It will be here in a few days, and my aunt doesn't know what to give you, so she weaves a safe talisman and goes to the temple to consecrate it. No matter what the future holds, you must live a good life. "

Li Rong stroked the delicately stitched peace talisman with his fingers, his eyelashes trembled, and a trace of sourness surged in his heart.

"I've forgotten it all."

I used to think that birthdays were very meaningful, Gu Nong would personally make cakes for him, and Li Qingli would take him out to take pictures.

He has a whole set of photo albums, recording his growth every year from birth to 17 years old. This photo album is always fixed at 17 years old, and he no longer looks forward to his birthday.

Cen Wei pressed the blade against the artery of the strong man in front of him. The opponent held his breath, his pupils shrank suddenly, and after a few seconds of calm, he raised his right arm violently to fight back. The other party pulled out the blue piece of paper from his pocket.

Seeing that the piece of paper fell, the strong man immediately relaxed all his strength, raised his hands, and signaled himself to admit defeat.

Cen Wei withdrew the blade, took a step back, flicked his wrist, closed the blade and put it in his palm.

The strong man was sweating profusely, pulled a towel from the corner of the stage, wiped the sweat off his neck, and said with a smile: "You still hide the knife, you are playing dirty."

Cen Xiao folded the blue piece of paper, threw it into the trash can under the stage at random, and chuckled softly, "Didn't you hide it? I'm just faster than you."

The strong man is the training coach for the entrance examination of the Ninth District of the Blue Pivot. Over the years, more than 20 students have passed the assessment of the Ninth District. Almost everyone who wants to take the Ninth District exam will come to him to take the pre-exam test.

If he thinks it's not good, he will basically start preparing for next year's exam.

The coach unscrewed the mineral water bottle, took a few sips of gulp, and sighed: "Yes, the purpose of the Ninth District is indeed to achieve the goal by any means, and many candidates with a strong sense of morality tend to suffer. Teach you something."

Cen Xiao didn't refute him, he took his coat from the service staff, put the unsharp knife on the ground, and walked towards the shower room.

The coach sat down on the ground carelessly, panting heavily, and shouted at Cen Xiao's back: "Hey, do you want to take care of those injuries of yours?"

Cen Wei said lightly, "Let's deal with your own first."

The coach "cut" and muttered: "You are not very old, but you can bear it."

After Cen Xiao left the training ground and closed the door, the coach withdrew his smile, waved to the assistant, and then whispered a few words in the assistant's ear.

Cen Xiao walked into the shower room and took off all his training clothes. Just such a simple action made him break out in a cold sweat.

He glanced at the huge mirror, and all the scars on his body were reflected in the mirror.

The place where the left rib was kicked was already bruised, and even just breathing brought a dull pain that could not be ignored.

Enduring the pain, he pressed his ribs one by one. Fortunately, he hid in time, otherwise he might have to go to the hospital.

In addition to the most serious rib injury, his back muscles also had scattered beating marks, and there was a scratch on the edge of the corner of the table on the forearm of his left hand.

He calmly turned on the hot water, letting the fine stream of water slide down the skin, washing away the sticky sweat, and also aiming at the fragile and stinging wound.

After washing, Cen Ling paid the money, changed his clothes, and drove away from the training ground.

Just after he left, a physical data analysis report was transmitted to Cen Qing's office.

Cen Qing waved the secretary to leave, and unfolded the report that had just been printed.

From the beginning to the end, he frowned deeply, with bewilderment in his eyes.

The final assessment of the report reads——

Fully qualified, with physical fitness scores exceeding 99% of candidates in the past ten years.

Cen Qing muttered to himself: "How is that possible."

He hasn't had time to find a professional coach to train Cen Xiao, and he hasn't had time to let Cen Xiao familiarize himself with the work style of the various districts of the United Chamber of Commerce.

If the evaluation is completely true, and if Cen Wei's culture class can also be among the best, it means that Cen Wei may become the captain of a team under the Ghost Eye Group in the nine districts with a No. 1 score.

With a serious expression, Cen Qing stuffed the assessment report in his hand into the shredder.

He always felt that Cen Wei seemed to be more anxious than him to enter the Ninth District.

Wednesday.

The experimental class had just finished a chemistry quiz, and there were sighs and sighs in the class early in the morning.

"Oh, I'm so sleepy that I almost fell asleep halfway."

"I didn't say it was too difficult this time. It doesn't match the difficulty of the college entrance examination."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a small quiz, I'll go to bed first."

"I think my writing is pretty good, and it's not as difficult as it used to be."

"Ah...you are making up lessons with the monitor, right?"

……

Lin Qin pretended to fetch water while the teacher wasn't here, and stopped by Jianfu's table.

He quietly asked Jian Fu: "The day after tomorrow is the squad leader's birthday, what gift have you and... Cen Xiao prepared, can you give me a reference?"

Jian Fu looked at a loss: "What birthday, how do you know?"

Lin Qin paused.

He really can't have hope for Jianfu, thinking about such delicate things is not Jianfu's style.

Lin Qin had no choice but to explain to him: "Aren't the four in the middle of our student ID number my own birthday? The monitor's birthday is 1117, Cen Wei's is 0412, and yours is 0607."

Jian Fu opened her mouth and said in surprise, "You remember this too?"

Lin Qin shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, I'd better think about it myself."

Jian Fu still found it unbelievable: "You even remember my birthday?"

He thought that Lin Qin had the best relationship with Li Rong, and he only cared about Li Rong, after all, it was Li Rong who had been helping Lin Qin all the time.

And when he celebrates his birthday, his family will find a hotel to hold a party for him, and invite everyone who has a good relationship with him, so he will send a group notice in advance. There is no one between him and his buddies who can remember whose birthday in advance. Everyone is notified by themselves.

Lin Qin nodded, and said seriously: "Shouldn't you remember, my friend? I have added it to my phone. I planned to go to the pedestrian street for self-study tonight, but I don't know what the monitor likes."

Jian Fu thinks it's quite novel. Isn't this kind of thing that little girls love to do, thinking about the other party's birthday early and going shopping to prepare for surprises?

Or are those who engage in art just different from them?

Simple reply: "My brother and I don't know, why don't you just bring us a copy of what you want to buy."

"...You should go and see for yourself." Lin Qin held the cup and planned to leave, he really shouldn't come to Jian Fu to discuss such a topic.

Jian Fu quickly grabbed his school uniform, just as Lin Qin was taking a step, the zipper slid down and popped open, and the wide collar slid down his shoulders.

Lin Qin: "..."

With a little more force, Jian Fu tore off his clothes.

He retreated resignedly, shook his shoulders, and straightened his clothes: "What's the matter?"

Jane was full of enthusiasm: "I'll go with you, I just don't want to study by myself at night."

Lin Qin couldn't resist him, so he could only complain in a low voice: "I'm here to buy gifts, and you're here to skip class."

Li Rong is in a good mood that day, but it has nothing to do with the upcoming birthday.

He revised the thesis overnight according to the revised comments, and this time it was basically no problem to send it back.

Li Rong leaned on his chin, looked at Lin Qin and Jian Fu's sneaky backs, and murmured, "Since when did Jian Fu and Lin Qin become so close, they said they wouldn't eat with us at night."

"Who knows." Cen Wei glanced down at the chemistry roll in front of him, folded it casually, and stuffed it into the table.

On the test paper, Yang Fenfang wrote the perfect score in person.

Since the last time he got into the top ten of the grade, there was no need for Cen Wei to hide his grades anymore, and most importantly, he became a signboard for Li Rong to make extra money. The signboard was smashed.

Li Rong raised his hand and patted Cen Xiao's arm: "Let's go eat..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he felt Cen Xiao's muscles tense, his arms retracted, and the instant clenching of his teeth made the jaw tense all the more obvious.

Li Rong frowned sensitively, looked Cen Xiao up and down, gently removed his fingers from Cen Xiao's arm, and said cautiously: "What's wrong?"

Cen Wei moved his forearm lightly, and wrote lightly: "It's okay, static electricity."

Li Rong didn't speak, and after a while, he nodded thoughtfully: "Well, winter is indeed more troublesome."

He didn't puncture it, but it was obvious that Cen Xiao was injured.

He didn't hit it hard enough, but he could clearly see Cen Xiao's pain, which showed that the injury was serious.

He was fine last week, but why did he suffer such a serious injury after a weekend.

Who would dare to hit the son of Cen, the president of Lan Shu's third district?

Who has the ability to hurt Cen Xiao?

Yang Fenfang's words came to his mind——

"As the head teacher, I know something about it. Cen Wei wants to apply for the Ninth District. Think about it."

What he thought at the time was that Cen Xiao really entered the ninth district, which must be of great help to him.

He believed that Cen Xiao also knew.

But now recalling Yang Fenfang's words, his first reaction was that the pre-exam training must not be easy for Cen Wei.