Zhou Lan returned to the small single room when the sun rose to its highest point.

"Eldest sister." Seeing Teacher Zhou, her eyes blushed instantly.

"Xiao Lan." Teacher Zhou stretched out his hand to support Zhou Lan, who was limp on the ground, and the two sisters embraced and cried loudly.

Not because of the fear in the past two days, but because of the **** scars uncovered by this incident.

When the two cried enough, Teacher Zhou let go of Zhou Lan in her arms and her eyes were dim, only to find that Zhou Lan had passed out. She shook Zhou Lan's shoulder and panicked: "Xiao Lan? Xiao Lan—"

Song Fengchen said, "It's okay, she just passed out because she was too tired."

But no, the emotional ups and downs are fine, plus I haven't closed my eyes for two consecutive days and nights, and it's pretty good to be able to persist until now.

With difficulty helping Zhou Lan to bed, Teacher Zhou slumped on the edge of the bed, panting for breath, with a tired face, she reached out and wiped the sweat from her forehead, as if she had remembered something, she raised her head to look at Song Fengchen, and stood immediately. When I got up, my excitement was beyond words: "Mr. Song, thank you so much today..."

As she said, she looked up and looked out the window, "It's already midday, Song Fengchen should be hungry, too. I remember that a new Moscow restaurant has been opened on the street not far from here. Or else, where should we go for a casual meal? How about it?"

Hearing what she said, Song Fengchen touched his stomach and really felt a little hungry. He nodded, "It's okay."

Xu Shujian was not there. He was full of class today and had to ask for leave for Teacher Zhou, so he went back to school early in the morning.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Zhou ordered two three-yuan set meals. This is the most expensive set meal here. It is equivalent to the five-day meal cost of an ordinary college student at Beijing University. After thinking about it, she asked Song Fengchen for an extra meal. caviar.

Song Fengchen clearly saw the pain in her eyes when she paid the money, and looking at her and Zhou Lan's simple clothes, it was clear that life was also relatively difficult.

He had a bottom in his heart.

After lunch, Song Fengchen said goodbye. Teacher Zhou immediately took out one hundred yuan from her pocket and stuffed it into Song Fengchen's pocket. This was the salary she had just received yesterday.

"...I really don't need it, I'm just doing it with a hand. The lunch just now cost Teacher Zhou. I really can't charge this..." Song Fengchen refused, he didn't lack the money.

Song Fengchen had already talked about it, and in addition to the crowd, the pulling and pulling was not decent. Teacher Zhou could only take the money back, and then there was a lot of thanks and no need to mention it.

When he got home, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. After having been busy for so long, Song Fengchen was also sleepy, so he didn't even think about going back to school, taking a shower with boiling water, and then falling asleep on the bed.

When I woke up, it was already evening.

He reached out and grabbed the messy hand on his face, and gently pulled, the owner of the hand plunged directly into his arms, followed by a touch of warmth and stamped on the corner of his mouth: "It's eating."

Song Fengchen closed his eyes and hummed twice, "What kind of dishes are you cooking?"

About Mo was just waking up, his voice was deep, deep, thick and full of magnetism, half hoarse and half gentle.

Xu Shujian rubbed her ears, her heart slightly warm. This heat went from the Tianling Gai to the small flagpole.

"Flapjacks, dry pot of fatty intestines, fried saury, preserved egg tofu..." Xu Shujian made a false voice, and invented: "Sauce octopus whiskers."

The pancakes made by Xu Shujian are fragrant and soft. The fat intestines are his favorite. The saury he bought the day before yesterday, four or two. Compared with the price of tens of thousands of a catty in later generations, the Yangtze River has not been affected by it at this time. Pollution, let alone overfishing, so the price of saury is very cheap, and the price of ordinary pond fish is about 40 cents per catty.

There are also hairy crabs, which are only 80 cents per catty. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. At that time, you can invite Zheng Dehui and the others to come home to eat crabs, Song Fengchen thought with great enthusiasm.

But, octopus whiskers, um, octopus whiskers?

Song Fengchen opened his eyes suddenly, and then met Xu Shujian's twinkling gaze.

He understood, the corners of his lips curled, and he leaned over to kiss Xu Shujian's lips, and chuckled softly: "I want it?"

Xu Shujian coughed slightly, pursing the corners of her lips, did not speak, but stared at Song Fengchen closely.

Song Fengchen was also a little moved immediately. He simply held his waist, rolled over, pressed the person under him, and touched his left hand along the hem of the person under him: "That feeling is good."

The meat delivered to the door is neither white nor gnaw!

Early the next morning, Song Fengchen went to Beijing University with Xu Shujian as usual.

After separating from Xu Shujian, he went to the classroom in a familiar way. As soon as he entered the door, the noisy classroom instantly quieted down, and dozens of pairs of contempt, disgust or exploration glanced over him.

Even the fool knew that this scene was not quite right, Song Fengchen paused, raised his foot and continued to walk towards his seat.

Just as he was about to sit down, a strange voice suddenly came from the front: "You said what happened to our Beijing University. It is the highest university in the country. Why is it smelly and smelly?"

Another said: "In fact, you can't blame the school. Can you audit students? People who have money and can buy the teacher can sit with us even if they don't need the college entrance examination."

"Ha ha…"

Listening to these unabashedly mocking words, Song Fengchen frowned slightly, but as soon as he didn't want to look up, he met a familiar face, and raised his eyebrows: "He Zibo?"

He Zibo was one of the few drowning teenagers rescued by his predecessor's parents.

He remembered that when his predecessor was swept out by the He family, He Zibo had just entered junior high school. It is said that his grades were in a mess, but he didn't expect to see him in a few years, and the other party was admitted to Beijing University.

He Zibo smiled coldly at him, the provocation couldn't be more obvious.

At this moment, a young man with a bancuntou came in and shouted, "Song Fengchen, the dean wants you to go to his office."

"I got it." Song Fengchen replied, and looked back at the triumphant He Zibo, probably guessing what happened.

He Zibo lipped: "I hope you will like the gift I gave you."

Song Fengchen didn't change his face, his eyes gradually cooled, he raised his foot and walked out.

Knocked on the door of the dean's office and discovered that Xu Shujian was also there.

The dean of the foreign language department is a middle-aged man in his fifties. He is one of the few in the school who knows the identity of Xu Shujian, so he naturally has a balance in his heart.

He greeted the two of them to sit down, poured tea, and then said, "I invite you two over today for one thing."

With that, he took out a piece of paper from the drawer and handed it to Song Fengchen.

Song Fengchen took it and took a look, only to discover that it was a big-character poster, and the accused was Song Fengchen.

The article is very long, impassioned, and infectious, directly criticizing Song Fengchen as a scum of society and a scum of Beijing University.

There are two reasons.

First, Song Fengchen obtained the qualification as an auditor by bribing Xu Shujian, as evidenced by witnesses.

Second: Song Fengchen was once a famous second-rate son in the ten miles and eight townships. It's not a problem to be sneaky, even the money he used to bribe Xu Shujian was stolen from others.

Song Fengchen handed the big-character poster to Xu Shujian, and then heard the dean continue to say: "This big-character poster is almost full of the small school. Now things are a bit big. The students are just young and energetic. I'm quite excited, so I asked two of you to come over, just to discuss with them a more appropriate solution."

Xu Shujian put down the big-character poster and only said: "Song Fengchen is my husband."

The dean's mind moved slightly. This sentence alone can explain many problems. At least Song Fengchen's qualification as an auditor obtained by bribing Xu Shujian is untenable. Going deeper, with Xu Shujian's vision, Can he look at a second-rate? The old man of the Xu family can tolerate a second-rate son as his grandson?

Then this second point is naturally self-defeating.

In this way, Xu Shujian's recommendation of Song Fengchen to enter the Beijing University as an auditor can only be regarded as a matter of power for personal gain.

"As for the point of stealing chickens and dogs—" Song Fengchen calmly stated the grievances between his predecessor and the He family.

"That's it," the dean didn't expect this big-character poster to pull out so many things, especially for He Zibo, he couldn't help feeling disgusted. He said with a vigorous voice: "Please rest assured, both of you, the school will definitely give you justice in this matter."

"Then thank you dean."

Out of the office, Xu Shujian turned her head to look at Song Fengchen, pursing her lips and said, "Sorry!"

If he hadn't forced Song Fengchen to come here as an auditor, maybe he wouldn't have suffered such a mess.

Once this matter spreads out, Song Fengchen's reputation will be affected no matter how it is handled.

After all, although the bribery was fake, it was true that he used to be a bastard.

"What are you talking about?" Seeing no one on the corridor, Song Fengchen shook his hand: "Not to mention that this matter is beyond your control. It just so happens that I also want to take advantage of this matter to clean up He Zibo."