Chapter 112 (1/2)

”Yes, Professor Tan told me to do it. I didn't mean to do it.”

Listening to Zhu Yongzhi's incoherent words, the dean's expression also became a little ugly. I wish I could pull out the belt and give Zhu Yongzhi a good slap. It's stupid!

”Which Professor Tan are you talking about?” The head of the Department frowned so much that he could kill mosquitoes.

”Professor Tan huaishui from business school.” Zhu Yongzhi hurriedly replied.

”Tan huaishui? What did he tell you to do? ”

”He said that let me run Xu Jiaojiao, the best thing is to let Xu Jiaojiao not come to class, and then hang her subject, so that she can't get along in school.”

The Dean couldn't help it. A shudder fell on Zhu Yongzhi's head. ”Are you stupid? I don't know if you are being shot! What ability does he have to help you apply for the associate professorship, even if he can, you don't think about your own ability is not up to the standard. ”

Zhu Yongzhi felt the pain on the top of his head. He wanted to refute, but he didn't dare. He said angrily, ”what should I do now?”

”If you want to continue to work here, you should go to Xu Jiaojiao today to apologize. If she doesn't forgive you, your teaching career in our school will be over.”

”Is it so serious?” Zhu Yongzhi couldn't believe it.

”Xu Jiaojiao seems to be the leader of the class now. You are causing public anger now. Do you know it! It will be easier to get Xu Jiaojiao's forgiveness first and then ask other students for forgiveness. When you apologize, you must be sincere and never put on airs again. ”

”Brother in law, teach me.” Zhu Yongzhi looked at the dean as if he had caught the straw.

The Dean sighed helplessly.

and on the other side, after this common resistance to teachers, the relationship between the students in the class and the sun is obviously closer.

After class, Sheng Jiaoyang went back to the dormitory, put on her mask and hat, put on her big black frame glasses, took a taxi to the cemetery, and went to the flower shop to buy her mother's favorite flowers.

Although her mother's Memorial Day is tomorrow, in a strict sense, her mother's memorial day should be today. She saw her mother leave with her own eyes, on the night of her eighth birthday. Mom wants to survive the zero point, but life itself is not controlled by people, and finally she left the world with an apology towards her when it was nearly zero point.

The cemetery with her mother's ashes is no stranger to the scorching sun. In the half year after her return, she would take a day to sit in front of the stone tablet every week.

Sheng Jiaoyang is walking in the middle of a row of tombstones. Suddenly she stops and looks at the man squatting in front of her mother's tombstone. Her lips moved and she walked slowly with the flowers in her arms.

As she approached, the man crouching in front of the tombstone turned his head vigilantly and looked over.

Sheng Jiaoyang put the flowers in front of the tombstone under his gaze.

”You are?” The man stood up and asked.

”I'm a friend of scorching sun. Come to see my mother for her.”

”Jiaojiao How is Jiaojiao now? ”

Sheng Jiaoyang looked at the man with white hair and asked, ”you are her father, don't you know?”

”You know me?” Sheng Xun squinted.

”I've seen your family, you, the sun and your mother.” Sheng Jiaoyang said quietly.