Chapter 9 Section VIII

When I was about to leave the school gate, I ran into Siliang. She called me in a very unladylike voice, so loud that I couldn't pretend I didn't hear it. "Xi Guang." I stopped the car, "Siliang." She glanced at the thesis in my hand, "Come to get revisions?" "Ok." "How about the thesis?" "It's a mess." "Come back to the dormitory, everyone can help me to take a look. After all, we are about to graduate, and there are not many days for us to get together." Seeing that I was silent, she stopped talking, looked at my expression and said, " Do you still mind that matter? That matter was a misunderstanding, and Rong Rong didn't mean anything malicious, so you don't have to hold grudges like that. "

I tilted my head. In fact, I have never understood why she is so keen on me and Rong Rong and Zhuang Xu. It has been since a long time ago. I thought for a while and asked, "Siliang, do you really think that Rongrong has no ill intentions towards me?" "What malice?" she said with a smile. "Once, you and Rong Rong were in the dormitory, but I was actually there too. The curtain blocked it, so you probably didn't see me. I heard you ask Rong Rong if I was afraid that Zhuang Xu would be snatched away by me." Her smile freezes. "Do you still remember what Rong Rong said—don't you think she is the best touchstone? The family is rich and powerful, and she looks good. If Zhuang Xu refuses this Qingyun Ladder, I can probably believe that he will do the same in the future." I won't change my mind."

I imitated Rongrong's tone and vividly repeated the sentence that made me stunned for a long time. Seeing Siliang's embarrassed face, I smiled and said, "Then I will go back to Wuxi that day." Sijing watched me get into the car without saying a word, and didn't stop me again. I think after such a conversation, Siliang probably won't be keen on making peace anymore.Sure enough, the phone was much quieter in the next few days. In fact, I didn't have the heart to think about it anymore. According to my instructor's opinion, my thesis was going to be completely rewritten. I had a terrible headache and didn't know where to start.I only blame myself for choosing this unfamiliar question, and regretting it now does not help.

He was staring at the computer screen with his chin in a daze when his cell phone rang suddenly. It was a familiar number. I hesitated and pressed the answer button. "Nie Xiguang?" I was taken aback. "I am Zhuang Xu." I know it is you.I thought silently, but I just said stiffly and flatly: "Oh, it's you." Then there was nothing to say. There was a pause there, as if it was as unnatural as me. "Look at your e-mail, I sent you a letter." apology letter?Letter of commendation?It can't be a love letter, can it? Before opening the mailbox, various guesses flashed through my mind, but I never expected it to be a paper.

I looked at the downloaded and opened word document, the big bold headline was the source of my troubles these days——analysis of oligopoly in the network economy. Before the phone hung up, Zhuang Xu said on the other end: "I re-wrote the paper, which is completely different from my own. You can use it directly without any problems." I don't know what to say anymore. Anger and joy seemed inappropriate, and the increasing heartbeat made me even more uncomfortable. He couldn't wait for my answer, so he said hastily: "That's it... I'm dead, and you can contact me if you have any questions."

Then I hung up the phone. I stayed for a while before I remembered to read the paper.Zhuang Xuguo's reputation as a great talent in the Jin Department is indeed not fake. The thesis is clear and well-founded, unlike the thesis I wrote. In order to make up the number of words, I wrote a sentence here and there, which is completely illogical. But... why did he write this to me? Zhuang Xu has a somewhat arrogant temper.It is said that last year a senior senior brother wanted to ask him to write a graduation thesis for him, and offered a high price of 5,000, but he refused without hesitation.Rong Rong always said that he was too lofty to be flexible, but now, he helped me write the thesis against the principle, and even told me clearly that I could use it directly.

I lay down in front of the computer and muttered to myself: "Could it be that the person who called me just now was an alien..." Well, I admit, the astonishment and the shame of not writing a good paper passed away, and there was a trace of sweetness in my heart, the ambiguous sweetness of suddenly getting closer to that person and sharing a common secret. I scrolled through the papers quickly with the mouse wheel.Thinking in a mess, is this an apology in disguise?still…… A thought popped up in a flash, and my hand on the mouse stopped, and I couldn't move for a while, as if I had been tapped on an acupuncture point.

Or... is he apologizing on Rongrong's behalf? I stared at the paper, and the more I thought about it, the more likely it was.After the misunderstanding was solved, Xiaofeng called me several times to apologize, and Siliang and Afen also called to ask me, but Rong Rong, who accused me the most of attacking me that day, has not said a single word. Besides, didn't Zhuang Xu hate me before, how could he help me write a thesis just because I was wronged this time. So... only this explanation is reasonable. I blankly closed the mailbox.Fortunately, those heartbeats just now were just thinking in my heart, no one knew, otherwise it would be another joke.

After lying on the bed for a while, I picked up the phone, thought about a few lines, called back the number just now, and planned to return the paper politely. The person who answered the phone was someone from Zhuang Xu's dormitory. "Look for Zhuang Xu, wait a minute." After a while the man picked up the phone again. "Are you in a hurry? If not, call later. Zhuang Xu fell asleep and didn't wake up after shouting twice." "Sleep now?" It's time for dinner. "Yes." The other end of the phone said: "He recently stayed up late for several days to find some materials... Hey, he seems to have woken up, wait a minute."

Stay up late for several days?I was stunned, is it because of this paper? It's only been a few days since we met in the office last time. In such a short period of time, it is probably not easy to write a 4-word essay with the same title that is completely different from your own. Even Zhuang Xu may not be easy. I don't know why I suddenly feel a little soft-hearted.I thought silently in my heart, even if he didn't do it for me directly, he could do it for me indirectly.But he felt even more uncomfortable, probably because he was jealous that Zhuang Xu could do this for Rong Rong.With such complicated emotions that even I can hardly figure out, I have begun to regret making this call.

But it was too late to hang up the phone, and Zhuang Xu had already picked it up. "Hi." A slightly sleepy voice. "Uh...I..." My mood was disturbed, and I forgot all the planned lines that were neither humble nor overbearing, "I...that..." There was silence for a while, and asked: "Nie Xiguang?" "Well, it's me..." "Is there something wrong with the paper?" "No, no." Then there was silence again. "Ask me if you have any questions." "Oh, okay...bye then." This time, I quickly hung up the phone without waiting for his response. I think Zhuang Xu on the other end of the phone is probably very inexplicable, he doesn't understand what I'm doing talking nonsense on the phone. In the end I still didn't use his paper. However, it seemed as if a master of martial arts had opened up the two channels of Ren and Du. Suddenly, he was blessed and empowered, and he had many new ideas and ideas. Then he spent several times the effort before, stayed up for a few nights, and searched for information by himself. wrote an article. Sometimes when I am busy, I will stop suddenly, remembering that he said that if I have any questions, I can find him.He said it twice, probably not out of politeness.If I really look for him, I think he will explain patiently, just like he used to be the tutor of his cousin. Then my goal of choosing the same thesis topic as him was realized. But now, no matter how thick-skinned I am, I am too embarrassed to do so. He has shown so clearly that he has his own heart. Then I sent the thesis to the instructor. The teacher was obviously satisfied and pointed out a few things to be revised. The thesis was basically settled. After the third draft of the thesis came out, it was almost the defense. It was already the end of May. In half a month, I will officially graduate.