Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Li Rong looked at the news and couldn't help curling his lips.

As soon as the results of the placement test came out, Zhang Zhaohe asked him to meet.

He has always known that the Department of Biochemistry of University A may not be clean, and Liu Tanzhi and his like are still hidden among the ordinary staff. It seems that they are related households who rely on their husbands to get in the top position. In fact, Liu Tanzhi's power, background, and work ability far exceed Li Baishou.

Then Zhang Zhaohe, who is willing to be a tail car, is he really so unmotivated on the surface?

Before Li Rong went out, he called Cen Wei.

Li Rong: "Zhang Zhaohe wants to meet with me. I don't know how long it will take. I won't have breakfast. You can do your own business first."

Cen Xiao's voice was a bit noisy, as if the management department was holding some outdoor activities.

Cen Wei said in a deep voice: "Remember what I told you, Jiang Weide's attitude towards Zhang Zhaohe is very strange, according to my years... I don't think it's a coincidence."

He judged based on his experience in the third district of Lanshu for many years. The United Chamber of Commerce is also intricate and hierarchical. When people see a lot, they will invisibly cultivate the vision of seeing the essence through phenomena.

People who cannot be cultivated are destined not to go far.

He knew that Li Rong could understand.

Li Rong said softly: "Don't worry."

The Department of Biochemistry of University A is located in the Physics and Chemistry Building, occupying four floors, very close to the Science Library.

Most of the people who work in the physics and chemistry building are administrative staff, ordinary lecturers, head teachers and faculty advisors. The real professor level has a separate office building, and the environment is much better.

Zhang Zhaohe is naturally not qualified to go to the office building alone. His office is in a [-]-square-meter hut next to the water room on the third floor of the Lihua Building.

Probably because the superiors saw that he was old and arranged a one-person office for him.

Li Rong walked into a familiar building and saw many professor profiles hanging on the walls. There was a piece of professor profiles on the stairs on the second floor that was empty, and there was no time to fill in the new ones.

I believe this is where Xu Wei was originally.

Since Xu Wei resigned, he quickly disappeared from University A. Few people mentioned him. Even the information about him on the official website of University A was deleted, as if this person had never appeared.

Who on earth made Xu Wei so afraid that he didn't even struggle, and simply stayed abroad and dared not come back.

By making such a choice, Xu Wei must be convinced that the other party's methods cannot be extended abroad.

Li Rong did not contact Xu Wei easily, so as not to startle the snake.

A Dalihua Building has a history of several decades. The building structure of the year made the corridors extraordinarily dark and damp. Even though the interior has been redecorated several times, it is difficult to hide the old feeling washed by the years.

Li Rong stood at the door of Zhang Zhaohe's office, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, a slightly vicissitudes of voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Li Rong pushed the door open and entered, just happened to be Zhang Zhaohe looked up at the desk.

Zhang Zhaohe still looked the same as when he attended the funeral, wearing a simple and monotonous Chinese tunic suit, with a pen in his chest pocket. This dress has been worn many times, and the neckline has shrunk a little, but it is still neatly arranged .

Zhang Zhaohe's eyes were still bright, hanging on his thin face, making it hard not to notice.

When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face became more obvious, and the red birthmark above the brow bone also wrinkled.

In this day and age, he is still obsessed with wearing retro Chinese tunic suits, walking with a pen in his hands, obviously not lame, but carrying that brown and black walking stick with him at all times, no wonder no one wants to come to his class.

He looked like some kind of weird old man with a little bit of religious beliefs.

But Zhang Zhaohe is very kind. To be precise, he has no temper and allows others to bully him.

Those who are absent from class, plagiarized, and addicted to games are hardly afraid of him. They even dare to add the names of roommates who did not show up on the attendance sheet in front of Zhang Zhaohe.

Zhang Zhaohe would only sigh again and again: "It's wrong for you to do this, don't do it again next time."

Other than that, there are no punitive measures.

Zhang Zhaohe's office is small, with a desk, a large bookcase, a small sofa for two people, and an air conditioner.

He doesn't even have an indoor water dispenser, and he has to compete with the students for a hot water room.

Although the office is small, it is extremely tidy.

The small two-seater sofa was covered with cushions, but through the edge of the cushions, the leather sofa had hardly any wrinkles, which did not seem to be used frequently.

This sofa seems to be placed here for show, and there is no dust that is common in ordinary people's homes in the cracks of the sofa back.

Zhang Zhaohe's desk is also brown, with a computer on it. Surprisingly, there are no piles of documents or portfolios around the computer, and the desktop is wiped clean. The sunlight comes in through the window, and the desktop is brightly reflected.

Li Rong has been in the offices of many professors, including some highly respected scientists in Hong Suo. Without exception, their desks are covered with materials and documents.

Because it is unavoidable in normal busy work.

Li Rong looked again at the large bookcase in the room that cannot be ignored.

There are all kinds of must-read books neatly stacked in the bookcase.

History must-read list, humanities must-read list, natural science must-read list...

These books are heavy tomes, with thousands of pages at every turn, and the titles are prominently stamped in gold. They are hardly readable, and they are all used to decorate the facade.

But it is not ruled out that Zhang Zhaohe likes to read such tomes.

The only redeeming feature of this office is the huge windows.

The window faces the sun, and there is plenty of light in the room. There are two pots of green radishes on the window sill, which grow luxuriantly and have well-developed rhizomes. It is worth mentioning that the pruning of these two pots of green radishes is almost exactly the same, and the direction of placement is mirror-symmetrical.

Zhang Zhaohe seems to have a very strange obsessive-compulsive disorder.

He keeps his space clean and spotless, and even has symmetrical requirements for the green radishes he raised.

This conflicts with his image of being unprogressive, content with whatever happens, and lying flat to go about his day.

A person who is so demanding on the environment will not turn a blind eye to the chaos in the class, unless he does not divide the class and students into his own space at all.

Indulging, good-tempered, under the appearance of being bullied, is the ultimate indifference and contempt.

Zhang Zhaohe put his arms on the table, leaned forward, and nodded to Li Rong with a smile: "Hi, we met before."

Li Rong withdrew his eyes from looking at the two pots of green radishes, and smiled at Zhang Zhaohe: "Yes, at my parents' funeral."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Zhang Zhaohe's invitation, he directly sat down on the sofa, put one hand on the armrest, and firmly pressed the backrest.

The leather sofa was instantly pushed down by his weight, and the seat that was originally wrinkle-free was completely destroyed.

Li Rong could feel that Zhang Zhaohe's fingers tightened, and his eyes looked at the unbalanced love seat.

Li Rong knew that he cared a lot, so he did it on purpose.

But Zhang Zhaohe was not excited, he still said kindly: "I heard from your father that your grades are very good, and this time you are also recommended. I really didn't expect you to come to my class."

Li Rong sighed lightly, and frowned slightly: "It's good to be able to study in University A, maybe I underestimate the enemy."

He looked like he was really sorry.

Zhang Zhaohe looked at him calmly for a few seconds.

Li Rong has a very bewitching appearance, exquisite and beautiful, with vivid expressions, and those brows and eyes are full of aura, which can convey any emotion that the master wants to convey.

And pity, regret, ignorance, innocence, naughtiness, and other emotions expressed through this face, naturally have the ability to make people relax their vigilance.

Zhang Zhaohe involuntarily stroked the pen hanging on his chest, then stood up slowly, and said kindly: "Please wait for me here, I'll get a cup of hot water."

As he spoke, he picked up his water glass, picked up the crutch that was placed beside the desk, and walked out of the office steadily.

The office door was half-closed, and through the echo in the corridor, Zhang Zhaohe could be heard walking further and further away.

Li Rong is not so honest.

As soon as Zhang Zhaohe left, he immediately stood up from the sofa to confirm that Zhang Zhaohe had really gone to fetch the water. He took two quick steps and arrived behind Zhang Zhaohe's desk.

He just wanted to open the drawer to have a look, but found that the bottom drawer was not completely closed.

It can be seen from the small gap of the opening and closing that there is a pile of documents inside.

The content of the document is unclear, but the logo on the top of the paper is particularly eye-catching.

It was a golden conical tower.

The body of the tower has seven floors, shrinking layer by layer from bottom to top.

Li Rong studied at University A for four years and worked in Hongsuo for two years. He has never seen this golden tower.