Origin Chapter 15: Archaeology Public Enemy
"Hi, Zhongyuan, when did you arrive?" Zhao Ying greeted Wu Zhongyuan warmly.
"It's been a while." Wu Zhongyuan said.
"How was your sleep last night?" Zhao Ying took off her shoulder bag to find a table hole, but there was no table hole in the desk in the classroom, so she could only hang it on the back of the chair.
"It's okay." Wu Zhongyuan responded casually.
After Zhao Ying sat down, she tilted her head to look at Wang Xinran on the left of Wu Zhongyuan, "Who is this?"
"This..."
When Wu Zhongyuan was hesitating about how to make an introduction, Zhao Ying cheerfully extended her hand to the other party, "Hello, my name is Zhao Ying."
Wang Xinran tilted her head and glanced at Zhao Ying. After a brief hesitation, she politely shook hands with her, "Wang Xinran."
"Why does it look familiar," Zhao Ying thought, "Oh, I remembered, I met Zhongyuan on the road last night when I went out to dinner."
Wang Xinran smiled, politely.
It was 7:50 at this time, and there were ten minutes before class. Wu Zhongyuan glanced back and saw that there were more than 20 students sitting scattered behind, but the door of the classroom was crowded with people. There are dozens of people inside and out, including Li Jianjun, who was in charge of the reception yesterday. Needless to say, these are senior seniors who came to see beautiful girls.
If eyes could be used as bullets, Wu Zhongyuan would have been beaten into a sieve at this time. Everyone, including the seniors and classmates at the door, were looking at him with very obvious hatred, vicious and undisguised look.
Wu Zhongyuan is not a fool. He naturally knows why he is hated. He endured it for a few minutes like sitting on pins and needles. Finally, he couldn't sit still. He stood up with his schoolbag. "It's a bit hot here, I'll change my seat."
"I'm with you." Zhao Ying also stood up.
Naturally Wu Zhongyuan couldn't say no. He walked quickly to the corner and sat down. Zhao Ying really followed and sat beside him.
Wang Xinran glanced back and sat still.
As soon as Wu Zhongyuan left, some classmates immediately approached Wang Xinran. Just as he was about to sit down and chat, Wang Xinran slowly turned his head and looked coldly at the person who came. The latter hesitated for a while, but finally did not have the courage to sit next to her. He moved to the side and sat down awkwardly.
Fortunately, it didn't take long for the head teacher to come. The seniors who gathered at the door dispersed in a rush. The head teacher closed the door and began to roll names.
The enrollment in the archaeology department has not been ideal, and this year has not changed much. It planned to enroll 80 students in two classes, but only 30 people came to report, barely enough for one class, and there were only two girls, Zhao Ying and Wang Xinran.
The first day of class was not serious, mainly some preparations before the class started. First, the head teacher introduced the school situation and campus discipline, and corrected the possible misunderstandings of the freshmen about archaeology. The so-called misunderstanding boils down to a sentence In other words, archaeology is not about digging graves and stealing treasures.
The next step is to recommend himself as a class cadre. Several people who like to be in the limelight enthusiastically signed up. Wu Zhongyuan sat and didn't move. He has never been a class cadre since he was a child. In his opinion, this matter is meaningless.
Then the teachers from various subjects came to meet the new students. Archaeology belongs to the sub-category under the Department of History. The main thing is to learn the history of the country, as well as the archaeological knowledge of various eras. Of course, politics must also be learned. First of all, we must be patriotic, and in addition, we must pass the test of morality, at least not to steal national cultural relics at the excavation site.
The teacher said on the stage that everyone listened in the audience, and Wu Zhongyuan was no exception, but he did not listen to what the teacher said. Zhao Ying may have used some light-scented perfume. On the other hand, it is strange to be able to concentrate.
"Are you hot?" Zhao Ying looked at Wu Zhongyuan suspiciously.
"A little." Wu Zhongyuan raised his hand to wipe the sweat, he naturally wouldn't tell Zhao Ying the real reason for his sweating.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Wu Zhongyuan finished speaking, Zhao Ying stood up, walked to the window and opened it.
At this time, the teacher was speaking on the stage. Zhao Ying's move shocked all the students present, including the teacher, who frowned at her.
"Is it better?" Zhao Ying returned to her seat and asked Wu Zhongyuan.
"Much better, much better." Wu Zhongyuan was terribly embarrassed, everyone was looking at them, and he wanted to find a hole to burrow into.
Just when everyone thought that Zhao Ying's boldness stopped at this point, Zhao Ying took out a tissue from her bag to help Wu Zhongyuan wipe the sweat, "Are you having a fever? You sweated so much last night, maybe I caught wind on the way back."
Zhao Ying's voice was not loud, but the classroom was very quiet, almost everyone heard it, and Wu Zhongyuan's heart was dead. Zhao Ying's words were ambiguous, and it was easy for people to misunderstand.
Wu Zhongyuan didn't know how the students reacted, because he didn't even have the courage to raise his head now, and even the teachers on the stage couldn't stand it anymore. He coughed twice, "Some students, please pay attention to classroom discipline."
Finally made it to the end of the get out of class, Wu Zhongyuan stood up as if his **** was on fire, and left the classroom as if he was running away under the extremely jealous and hateful gaze of his classmates.
I thought it would be easier to leave the classroom, but I never thought that there was a group of seniors gathered outside the door. This group of people not only expressed their dissatisfaction with their eyes, but sneered at Sang and scolded Huai, 'Oh, the real version of The West Wing. ' 'Oh, what a Sima Xiangru. ' 'It's a quick start. ’
At this moment, Zhao Ying also came out. Seeing a group of people blocking the way to prevent Wu Zhongyuan from leaving, she stepped forward in a hurry, pushed everyone away, and dragged Wu Zhongyuan away in stride, "Don't pay attention to them, a group of toads."
At this point, Wu Zhongyuan wanted to cry without tears, "I have a hunch."
"What?" Zhao Ying asked.
"My college life in the past few years may not be very pleasant." Wu Zhongyuan smiled wryly and shook his head.
"What do they do?" Zhao Ying turned her head back in disgust, "You are so capable of fighting, yet you are afraid of them? If you talk nonsense, teach them a lesson."
"Don't talk nonsense." Wu Zhongyuan hurriedly stopped.
"What are you afraid of?" Zhao Ying wondered.
Wu Zhongyuan was too lazy to explain. After walking a few steps, he found that Zhao Ying was still holding his hand. He hurriedly waved his hand to break free, lowered his head and walked quickly.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Zhao Ying quickly followed, "What do you want for lunch?"
Wu Zhongyuan reluctantly stopped, "Don't follow me, you didn't see it, they all wanted to kill me."
Zhao Ying laughed instead, "Why did they kill you?"
"Every husband is innocent, but he is guilty." Wu Zhongyuan sighed and shook his head.
When Zhao Ying heard the words, she put away her smile, "If you don't like me, stay away from you in the future."
Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer immediately. Chinese people pay attention to pauses when they speak. Zhao Ying said this in one breath without a pause. He couldn't be sure that Zhao Ying said 'If you don't like me, stay away from you in the future. a little. ' Or 'If you don't like it, I'll stay away from you in the future. ’
"Answer me." Zhao Ying urged.
Wu Zhongyuan still didn't answer. If you think about it carefully, the difference between these two sentences is not very big. As far as his inner feelings are concerned, he doesn't want Zhao Ying to be alienated from him, but he doesn't want Zhao Ying to be so obvious in public. , This hatred has offended all the classmates and seniors in the morning.
Although Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer, it was equivalent to answering. If he didn't answer, he didn't want to let people go.
Zhao Ying was very satisfied with this silent answer and waved at Wu Zhongyuan, "Let's go, let's have dinner."
Wu Zhongyuan sighed helplessly and followed her.
"Why are you friends with me, aren't you happy?" Zhao Ying pouted.
"I am happy, but it feels a little weird." Wu Zhongyuan said in a low voice, the incident happened so suddenly that he was not mentally prepared at all.
"Wang Xinran seems to be very interested in you." Zhao Ying smiled.
"Why didn't I find out?" Wu Zhongyuan said casually.
"There are a lot of things you didn't find out." Zhao Ying turned her head to look back as she spoke.
Seeing this, Wu Zhongyuan also turned around and saw Wang Xinran standing in front of the window with a cigarette in his left hand, frowning at the two of them.
"This person is not like a student." Wu Zhongyuan said.
"Huh?" Zhao Ying seemed a little surprised.
"Look at the cigarette in her hand." Wu Zhongyuan said.
"What are you thinking about? This is a university, not a high school. There are a lot of smokers." Zhao Ying shook her head and said.
Wu Zhongyuan didn't speak. For some reason, he always felt that Wang Xinran was not a student, and there was no specific basis, just a feeling.
At this moment, the phone vibrates.
Wu Zhongyuan took out his mobile phone and pressed the key to answer it. It was Lin Qingming, who accompanied his boss on a business trip to the provincial capital, and took time to visit him.
Hang up the phone, Wu Zhongyuan walked downstairs quickly.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Ying followed.
"My brother came to see me, outside the school." Wu Zhongyuan said.
"I'll go with you." Zhao Ying said.
"No, I have to go back to the dormitory, you can do your job." Wu Zhongyuan refused.
Back to the dormitory, I took the two cigarettes that they gave me when I was in the hospital, and walked quickly to the gate of the school. Lin Qingming took time to come over while the boss was eating.
Arriving outside the door, I saw Lin Qingming standing under a tree beside the road carrying a bag of things. He came by himself, not with the driver.
Lin Qingming started smoking a long time ago. The reason why he didn't smoke before was because he was struggling to make money and was reluctant to use them. Wu Zhongyuan kept these two cigarettes for him.
The bag that Lin Qingming brought contained a bag of pancakes, which Huang Ping asked him to bring along.
"When did you go back to the county?" Wu Zhongyuan asked. Earlier, Lin Qingming had been accompanying his boss on business trips.
"Yesterday afternoon," Lin Qingming raised his hand to look at his watch, "Is there enough money?"
"Enough, I earned some money by working part-time during the summer vacation, and I haven't moved the ten thousand you gave me." Wu Zhongyuan said.
"Don't work in the future, concentrate on your studies," Lin Qingming took out his wallet, took out a bank card and handed it to Wu Zhongyuan, "The compensation for the house has come down, 60,000, and the password is still the same."
"I don't want it, you keep it." Wu Zhongyuan didn't answer.
"My salary is 10,000 yuan a month, and I don't need this money." Lin Qingming handed it over again.
Wu Zhongyuan took the bank card and put it back in Lin Qingming's wallet, "Keep it for you to buy a house and get married."
Lin Qingming glanced at Wu Zhongyuan and put the wallet back in his pocket. A taxi happened to pass by. Lin Qingming raised his hand to call for a taxi, "I have to go, call me if you have anything."
"Brother, you must pay attention to safety." Wu Zhongyuan warned with concern that it must be very dangerous to be a bodyguard, otherwise there would not be such a high salary.
Lin Qingming nodded and reached out to open the door.
"Well, how are you and Huang Ping?" Wu Zhongyuan asked again.
"Don't get involved in the affairs of your lord." Lin Qingming was about to get into the car, tilting his head, his eyes suddenly stopped at the school gate.
Wu Zhongyuan turned around and saw Zhao Ying standing at the school gate, smiling and waving at him.
"You know this person?" Lin Qingming asked in a low voice.
"I know, it's my classmate." Wu Zhongyuan said.
Lin Qingming withdrew his gaze, frowned and got into the car.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Wu Zhongyuan asked suspiciously.
"She doesn't look right..."