Chapter 2

That afternoon, Chu Zhaozhao was called to the counselor's office.

Teacher Zhang was furious. If she hadn't considered that she was a girl, she would have slapped her in the face with the scholarship evaluation form.

"You really don't use it! If you are not good at provoking you, go and mess with Teacher Mu! And you know that this academic design is so important and directly affects your graduation results. You have to earn that 3,000 yuan!" Teacher Zhang was chubby. When he was angry, he always felt that he was about to breathe. "The scholarship is eight or eight thousand yuan, no more than the 3,000 yuan. Come on, tell me what is in your mind?"

Chu Zhaozhao had already cried for a while at noon, but his nose was still red. He sobbed as soon as he opened his mouth and couldn't speak at all.

But needless to say, Teacher Zhang also knows why.

"Chu Zhaozhao, Chu Zhaozhao, I know your family's situation. I have taken special care of you in recent years. All scholarships and school subsidies are the first to consider you, but you also know that this is a national scholarship. How many pairs of eyes in the school are staring at me? What do you want me to do?"

There is no reason why Teacher Zhang is angry. In a relatively simple environment in college, the basic open and secret struggle between students is nothing more than the student union and scholarship. The competition between the student union is the responsibility of the Youth League Committee teacher, but a large part of the decision-making power for the scholarship is in the hands of the counselor.

Almost every school has many tricks from the qualification assessment of scholarship candidates by class committee cadres. When it comes to the counselor level, there have been many tricks, such as receiving gifts and money, or giving high scores to students they prefer. This kind of thing has not happened. Therefore, Teacher Zhang has always been careful in the assessment of scholarships, and strives to make every person who wins the award well deserves it.

But what Chu Zhaozhao did this time was to simply collect money to help do homework. To put it bluntly, it was to collect money to help others take the exam. If you stare at so many eyes, you will give her the scholarship unless Teacher Zhang doesn't want to do it.

After leaving the counselor's office, Chu Zhaozhao knew that it was a foregone conclusion that the scholarship quota was proposed.

Sure enough, four days later, the scholarship list was released, and there was no Chu Zhaozhao.

The next day it happened to be Mu Jiyun's class. Chu Zhaozhao was sick. She cried all night last night, and felt a headache when she woke up the next morning.

The roommates asked her to ask for a leave, but Chu Zhaozhao hesitated and did not invite her.

For other teachers’ classes, just ask for leave to tell the class monitor or call the teacher, but Mu Jiyun’s class requires leave, and a leave note signed by the counselor must be issued.

It is not difficult to take a leave, but at this time, I went to the counselor to ask Mu Jiyun for leave, as if she was deliberately avoiding it. Chu Zhaozhao felt very embarrassed and couldn't say anything, but she just couldn't speak.

So, Chu Zhaozhao dragged his sick body to class.

As soon as she entered the classroom, she felt a headache again when she saw a crowd of people. There were only about twenty people in their class, and the Academic Affairs Office assigned a small classroom that could only accommodate 60 people. However, every time Mu Jiyun went to class, the students who were free classes could fill the classroom, and most of them were girls.

Chu Zhaozhao came late today. She stepped into the classroom and looked up at her, which made her feel a little at a loss.

Mu Jiyun didn't look up at her while turning on the computer, but still said in his cold voice: "Sit down quickly, class is here."

Chu Zhaozhao immediately lowered her head and found the seat she had left for her roommate, flipped through a page of books, and forced herself to enter the class state.

After forcing herself to have a short class, Chu Zhaozhao found that she had no way to calm down and listen to the class now.

Because of the scholarship, and also because of the person on the podium.

Because of his words, the scholarship she had been waiting for for a long time was ruined, which was simply bad news for her family.

Even, this may be the last straw that overwhelmed her sister's life.

The roommate poked her sweetly and whispered: "Zhaozhao, what's wrong? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you want me to accompany you to the infirmary?"

Chu Zhaozhao was about to speak when she suddenly felt a look staring at her. As soon as she looked up, she met Mu Jiyun's eyes.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with a warning.

Chu Zhaozhao shook all over, pressed down his throat, and shook his head crampedly at Gan Tian.

This class was really painful. Chu Zhaozhao thought, in fact, it might be better to ask for leave from a counselor than now.

Finally, the first class was over. Chu Zhaozhao immediately wanted to go outside the classroom to get some breath. As soon as he got up, Gantian grabbed him, "Zhaozhao, your mother's phone number."

Chu Zhaozhao looked down at the sweet caller ID. It was indeed Chu's mother's number.

A bad premonition suddenly surged in her heart. She took her sweet cell phone and hurried to the secret place around the corner of the corridor outside the classroom.

No matter what he experienced at school, Chu Zhaozhao had to cheer up and pretend to be normal when facing his family.

A daughter has fallen from her family, and she can no longer worry her parents.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Once the sound comes out, hoarseness cannot be pretended.

"Oh, Zhaozhao, what's wrong with you?" Chu's mother asked anxiously, "Are you sick?"

"No." Chu Zhaozhao sniffed, "I just caught a cold and my throat was uncomfortable. What's wrong?"

"That's right... Isn't this November? Have you received the scholarship? The hospital has to pay the money again. I... your dad and I can't make up the money anymore. Didn't you say you can get the eight thousand scholarship?"

When Chu Zhaozhao mentioned this, tears flowed down again. Fortunately, she couldn't see it through the phone.

"Well... I've approved it, but it hasn't been received yet. When will the hospital ask for money at the latest?"

"Today is Friday, and next Monday, Zhaozhao. When you get the money, hurry up and transfer the money to your father's card. My sister is almost out of medicine."

"Okay, I will definitely send the money by Monday."

Chu Zhaozhao said it confidently, but his fingers unconsciously snatched the railings.

Where can I find these 8,000 yuan?

Chu Zhaozhao has a strong personality and doesn't like to cry. The number of times she cried these days is the sum of the number of times she cried since she became sensible.

Just for the eight thousand dollars.

In my memory, the last time I cried, it was the day when my sister's illness was diagnosed.

At this moment, Chu Zhaozhao couldn't help but want to cry again.

The hot air flow in her chest was rolling, rushing to breathe. Chu Zhaozhao squatted down with one hand and sobbing in the corner.

Sobbing sounds filled the corners of the corridor, like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, making people feel heartbroken.

The crying is unintentional, and the listener is intent.

After Chu Zhaozhao realized that someone was behind him, he quickly wiped his face with his sleeve, pressed his chest and stood up.

When I turned around, I found that the person standing behind her was Mu Jiyun.

He was straight in suit and tall in shape, covering the light of the passage, and the shadows under him enveloped Chu Zhaozhao.

He heard the cry just now.

"Are you... short of money?"

Mu Jiyun asked.

Chu Zhaozhao had tears on her pretty face, but she could not see Chu Chu's pitiful appearance, and was replaced by a twisting force.

She raised her head and walked past Mu Jiyun without saying a word.

The only thing that fell into Mu Jiyun's eyes was her red eyes.

In the afternoon, Chu Zhaozhao, who was reading a book, suddenly received a text message, someone charged her three hundred yuan phone bills.

She looked back and looked around, and her roommates were all busy with their own affairs and did not pay attention to her.

"Uh...who charged me with phone bills?" Chu Zhaozhao asked.

The sweet fingertips, who was writing quickly, turned around lazily and said, "It's me. I won a phone bill today. Unfortunately, it's China Unicom. I only have you with China Unicom's number, so I can only charge you."

Chu Zhaozhao was stunned, clenched his fists quietly, and then said for a moment: "Thank you."

"No need to thank you, it's all the prizes that you won."

After getting the phone bill, Chu Zhaozhao's first thing was to call Brother Qiu Si.

"Fourth brother, I'm free tonight tonight. Can I arrange a shift for me?"

The man on the other end of the phone was awakened from sleep, and his voice was quite impatient, "Okay, okay, you just come by yourself. Can I still drive you out when the weekend is hot? OK, I will continue to sleep if there is nothing wrong."

Before Chu Zhaozhao could speak, a "beep" sound rang out on the phone.
Chapter completed!