Chapter 23 Chapter Twenty Two

"You think about it again?" Shi Yan was stunned for a moment, fearing that Zhuoyou hadn't heard clearly, she repeated, "I don't want to bother you, I—I don't want to stay in the teacher's college, I want to go back—to my hometown— " Zhuo Zhuo answered irrelevantly: "I'm a bit busy these two days. I'm catching up on a manuscript, and I'll do it in two days—" She found that what she said was like water dripping on the back of a duck, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace at all.She raised her voice and said, "As I said, I don't want to stay—"

"You don't need to be so loud, your ears are numb—" Embarrassed, she lowered her voice and said, "If it's not so loud, you can't hear it—" "Why can't I hear? I just omitted a part of the conversation in the middle. You said you don't want to stay in the school, but you actually mean that you don't want to stay in the scientific research office, right? Then I'll see if I can help you stay in the department here, but I’m working on a manuscript these two days, so I have to wait for two days—” She realized that she underestimated him just now, thinking that he didn't hear, or didn't understand, but he actually understood, and contacting what she said yesterday, she deduced that she just didn't want to stay in the scientific research office.This made her speechless, because she really just didn't want to stay in the scientific research office, if she stayed in the department, she was still very willing.Maybe that’s how he speaks. He likes to omit the middle paragraphs, and only speaks from the beginning to the end, so that you can’t keep up with his speed; , he uttered the second half of the sentence again, embarrassing you extremely.

She was a little ashamed, so she chattered away to make fun of her: "What manuscript are you writing?" "Oh, for higher education, the magazine is waiting for—" When she heard the word "higher education", she wished to think that what he wrote was about his own teaching practice, and said casually, "It seems that you have quite a lot of teaching experience—" He guessed at a few paragraphs that she had omitted, and declared: "I am not writing about teaching practice, but about higher education theory—" She had no choice but to continue to mock: "I'm too ignorant. But you -- don't you study politics?"

"Undergraduate studies in politics—" He swallowed another half sentence, but she could guess that the second half was "the graduate student changed his major".She felt that she was more used to his way of speaking now, and she was a little proud of herself.She has always admired those who can publish articles in newspapers and magazines. No matter what newspapers or magazines, as long as their names are turned into typefaces, they are very important in her mind.Seeing that he was about to finish the manuscript, she couldn't bother her anymore, so she hurriedly finished it: "Then go ahead, I won't bother you—"

If he changed his words to say "not busy" now and wants to talk to her more on the phone, it means that he is a little interested in her, but he said straightforwardly: "Okay, then I'll hang up the phone." After finishing speaking, Just hung up the phone. She was a little disappointed, but quickly forgave him, went to the school library, found the section on higher education, and found that there were not many magazines in this area, so she found a few and flipped through them.I really don’t know if I don’t read it. I was surprised when I read it. The name of Zhuoyue appeared a few times. Most of them were written with a person surnamed Wei, and most of them were signed by the surname Wei first, followed by Zhuoyue. Sometimes there are several authors, which seem to be written by Zhuoyou and his tutor when he was studying at K University.

Now her admiration for him arose spontaneously. She used to think that he was lucky enough to be admitted to K University, because "luck" was her only explanation for the results of the college entrance examination, but now it seems that he is not only lucky, but also It is a combination of talent and luck, both talent and luck.You can't help but love someone who is so favored by fate. She suddenly remembered that Huang Hai didn't publish many scientific research articles, maybe Huang Hai didn't talk about it.She ran to Huang Hai's professional section to find Huang Hai's articles, but there were too many journals and magazines in that specialty, so she had no choice but to give up.Considering that Huang Hai spends so much energy on social surveys, it is normal to have no scientific research papers published, but her admiration for Huang Hai cannot "spontaneously" arise, more or less put him in the "good luck" category went.Of course, she didn't publish any scientific research papers herself, but she blamed this on the broken brand of C Provincial Teachers College.The school is not famous, the teacher is not famous, where can I publish things?

She read the article written by Zhuoyou, and had to honestly admit in her heart: I don't understand it, and I'm not interested. After all, it's not a novel, and it's not my major. How can I arouse any interest?But seeing Zhuo Liang's name printed in type, articles collected in academic journals, and placed on the shelves of the school library, even if no one else reads them except her, still made her awe-inspiring.Academic articles, no one reads them. If readers rush to read them, are they still called academic articles? After entering the library, the image of excellence in her mind was very different, and the image of a scholar was firmly erected.Thinking back, Zhuoyou really has a scholarly demeanor, which is different from the rigorous ones, and also different from Huang Hai, who is also a student at a prestigious school. Huang Hai still feels like a student to her, while Zhuoyou feels like a scholar to her. There is a difference between the words "student" and "scholar", but they represent two different levels. The word "zhe" has a lot of weight!

This made her a little ashamed. Zhuoyou is so busy and has so many serious things to do. It is not easy to spare some time to help her. She is still guessing and causing trouble for him, which seems too naive , too immature.I wonder if he hates immature girls? In those few days, she didn't bother Zhuo Liang anymore, but waited for him to finish writing the manuscript before contacting her.Every time she thought of him, a small room appeared in front of her eyes, filled with all kinds of books, newspapers and magazines in a mess, Zhuo Liang sat at a desk writing with a brush in his hand.Although thinking about it carefully, "holding a brush in hand" is a bit out of place, "a hut" is a bit forced, and "a pile of books in a mess" is not inevitable, but for some reason, when she thinks of Zhuo Liang writing an article, it comes to mind. To create such a picture, it must be a tube of brush, and it must be a small room, and the books must be piled up in disorder. It seems that if it is not a brush, the articles written will not be academic; Compact; if the books are placed neatly, thinking will be imprisoned.

But Yao Xiaoping didn't care whether he was "a tube of brushes" or not, and came to ask Shi Yan from time to time: "Hey, have you talked to Zhuoyue about the two of us changing jobs?" "not yet--" "Why haven't we talked yet? You don't want to change?" "I -- don't know --, he said that he is very busy these days, rushing a manuscript --" She talked about the article published by Zhuoyou, and Yao Xiaoping was also in awe, but Yao Xiaoping was "awe-struck" in another direction: "Shi, you are so lucky to meet a man who is talented, beautiful, powerful and powerful." , it’s too rare, you must hurry—”

"How to hurry up?" "Create more conditions to get in touch with him, or let other girls run away---" "How to create the conditions? People said, this period is very busy—" "It's nothing, he is busy with his academics, you can take care of him in life—" Shi Yan was even more confused, take care of her in life?How to take care of it?Could it be that he ran to his house to help him cook for no reason?That's crazy! She asked: "Then you—are you taking care of yourself carefully?" Yao Xiaoping smiled deeply: "My way of taking care of you is different from yours—and with my current status, I can't make it too public, it would be troublesome to let outsiders know—" Yao Xiaoping suddenly asked nervously, "You didn't take care of me? Tell Excellence about rigorous things?"

"No, why would I tell him these things? We only met once or twice in total, and most of the time we were--pissed off at him, didn't talk to him at all--" Yao Xiaoping breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't tell him. I have a hunch that he—hates people like me—" "why?" "Why? Because his girlfriend—had been unfaithful to him—" "Being unfaithful to him?" "I also heard it from hearsay. I don't know if it's true. I heard that her girlfriend and the head of her office—fucked—was caught by Zhuoyou—there was a big turmoil, and the man was punished later. , Zhuo Zhuo and his girlfriend also blew, and now that woman is a chicken-and-egg fight, she seems a little nervous—” The pornographic news swept away Zhuo Liang's writing brush and a hut at once, and a distraught Zhuo Liang appeared in Shi Yan's mind, wearing a cuckold and arguing with his girlfriend. Yao Xiaoping said: "Don't tell Zhuoyue that I told you about this, he must have the intention to kill me if he found out—" Shi Yan asked puzzledly: "But how do you say that he—hates you? Is that woman your relative?" "How could I be related to someone like that? Do you think I look like the type of person who would go crazy? I don't know that woman at all, I just listened to someone else. But the world's cuckolds are a family, and they are treated like him. A man whose girlfriend betrays must hate all the women in the world who betray their husbands." Yao Xiaoping said incredulously, "But my situation is different. I—my husband—wasn't forced to do that?" Regarding Yao Xiaoping's matter, Shi Yan has never been able to figure it out. She seems to sympathize with Yao Xiaoping's experience, but she seems to disapprove of her seriousness. All in all, it's a mess.But Yao Xiaoping treated her well, and she didn't have many close friends, so she still tended to side with Yao Xiaoping.Of course, according to her point of view, if Yao Xiaoping hadn't compromised with the evil forces and married the principal's son just to stay in the county, that would be the best, and now she can fall in love with Yan Jing in a legitimate way.But just as Yao Xiaoping said, if she hadn't compromised with the evil forces, her family's life would not have been improved, and Yao Xiaoping would not have encountered rigor. This detour confuses Shi Yan, she has long stopped thinking about it from a moral point of view.But from a technical point of view, she often considered this matter, so she kept sweating for Yao Xiaoping, fearing that Yao Xiaoping would lose her balance and fall into the water when she stepped on two boats.Every time the two talked about Yao Xiaoping and Yan Jing, she would worry and add: "You have to be careful, don't let your husband know." And Yao Xiaoping said nonchalantly every time: "Only you know about this, as long as you don't tell, how would he know?" This time, I don't know if she was confused by Zhuoyue's romantic turmoil, Shi Yan forgot to tell Yao Xiaoping to be careful, but things turned out to be as predestined, something happened just once without her telling her. That day Shi Yan was reading in the dormitory when she heard the commotion outside, and then saw Yao Xiaoping running into the dormitory, slammed the door shut, put her back against it, and shouted to her: "Shi, my husband is calling, come and help me." I'll stand up—pull a table over—" She jumped out of bed in a hurry and ran to pull the tables, but every table was full of things, so she had to sacrifice her own, swept the things on the table to the ground, and dragged the table to the door.Before the two of them got on good terms, they felt that someone was banging on the door vigorously, and shouted loudly during the collision: "You shameless bitch, you have the ability to open the door!" Not to be outdone, Yao Xiaoping cursed back loudly: "You useless man, don't show off in front of women if you have the ability—" "You have the ability to hand over your stinky man—" "If I hand it over, you won't be able to beat him—" Yao Xiaoping and her husband both spoke their native dialect, and Shi Yan could only understand half of it, but it was basically audible that they were arguing about a "skill".She had heard it said before that people in city D have a characteristic of quarreling, that is, they are ruthless, but most of them are working hard on the word "speaking".When the two people from City D get into a quarrel, you can hear all kinds of ruthless theories, from chopping hands and feet to beheading and digging out hearts, to killing the nine clans, and even launching a world war, all of which may be mentioned, but If you are really not afraid of the height of the stage when watching a theater, expect to see chopped off hands and feet on the ground, or expect the country to start conscription because of the world war, you will probably be disappointed. Yao Xiaoping and her husband are not from D City, but their hometown is very close to D City. Perhaps due to the narrowing of the gap between urban and rural areas, D City people's custom of being ruthless has also spread to Yao Xiaoping's hometown. After listening for a while, Shi Yan wasn't so scared anymore, she just supported Yao Xiaoping against the door and listened to the two of them "talking hard".Sure enough, Yao Xiaoping's husband talked harshly for a while, but didn't really call in, so he yelled and went elsewhere. Yao Xiaoping breathed a sigh of relief, and began to investigate the cause of the incident: "Hmph, that's really weird, how could he know about this? Someone must be inside to inform—" Shi Yan quickly declared: "It's not me, I never told him, I don't know him at all, and I don't know where he is—" "I know it's not you, but have you told Excellence?" "No, why should I tell him this?" Yao Xiaoping opened the door, walked out and said, "Hmph, that's weird, I think it can only be his tip-off" Shi Yan asked: "Where are you going? Watch out for him—hit you—" "It's okay, he's a bastard with little ability, if he really dares to hit me today, hmph, I'll admire him from now on—"