Chapter 109 (Chapter 109 (Four in One) 3...)

Song Yao’s stomach pain soon stopped after taking the medicine, so he quietly nestled in Yuan Jiang’s arms, feeling guilty and not daring to say anything.

He was originally relieved that his stomach pain was gone, but then he heard the doctor threatening him:

“Although snacks are delicious, you can’t eat too much. If you eat them a few more times, you might get sick. Don’t be greedy again.”

Song Yao was sluggish, and replied obediently: “I remember.”

He didn’t even dare to look at Brother Yuan Jiang’s face.

It’s easy to imagine that maybe Brother Yuan Jiang would turn a blind eye to him and Zhao Xiaodong’s secret collection of snacks in the past, but after this stomachache incident, he would definitely look after them in the future.

Song Yao felt guilty and shrank back into Yuan Jiang’s arms again, trying to please him:

“Brother Yuan Jiang, I know I was wrong. I must remember to eat in moderation next time.”

Yuan Jiang’s face had returned to normal after the doctor said that Song Yao was fine. He just nodded silently after hearing that, and was already planning to clear out all the snacks in his heart.

Now that Song Yao was fine, Teacher Lang and Teacher Gu were relieved.

They had taught many students and had dealt with several cases of students being sent to the doctor for emergency treatment.

But this was the first time they had encountered a case of "students having stomachaches after eating too many candied haws".

It was indeed the junior class.

Song Yao was fine, the alarm was lifted, and everyone in the room walked out one after another.

The students in the junior class were the first to leave.

"Song Yao, let's go back first."

Song Yao nestled in Brother Yuan Jiang's arms and waved his claws weakly:

"Go back, remember to take a nap at noon, there are activities in the afternoon."

Although the junior class did not elect class leaders, Song Yao successfully achieved the best popularity in the class by being a dinosaur.

Even though he was not a class leader, everyone was willing to listen to him most of the time.

The students in the junior class chatted as they walked:

"It turns out that eating too much candied haws will give you a stomachache, but luckily I never eat too much."

"Where did Song Yao get so many candied haws?"

"Did he exchange with someone else? I saw him talking to Xu Xu about writing him as a hero, and then Xu Xu applied for a string of candied haws and gave it to Song Yao."

"Ah? Why didn't he exchange with me? I also want him to write me as a hero."

"Didn't you finish your share of candied haws?"

Director Liu stood at the door, watching the backs of the group of students, the oldest of whom was only thirteen, leaving, feeling a little emotional.

He thought the atmosphere in the junior class would be more about learning.

It turns out that these kids treat their friends just like ordinary kids.

Now that all the kids in the room have come out, Director Liu, who has been standing at the door and has not been able to go in, straightened his clothes, straightened his back, and was about to step in.

Flashing, another person passed by him.

Director Liu: "..."

Is it over yet? ?

Before he could express his opinion on "Why can't everyone just walk properly and have to run", he found that the young man who ran all the way to Song Yao looked familiar.

"Little boy!! What's wrong with you? Why did you go to the infirmary? That comrade said you had a stomachache?? What's going on? Why did you have a stomachache?"

Song Yao was dozing off in the arms of brother Yuan Jiang, and suddenly there was a person in front of him. The surprised child's eyes widened:

"Dad!!!"

The person was Song's father.

It can be seen that he dressed up specially today, wearing a suit and leather shoes, but Song's father, who always loves to show off, is now full of anxiety and distress, and he can't see the joy when he came to the first floor of Qiming Building to find Song Yao.

He hugged his son distressedly and shook him twice:

"What's wrong, doctor? Is the child serious?"

The soldier who came with Song's father whispered to another soldier:

"I brought him here because he said he was Song Yao's father."

Director Liu wanted to wipe his sweat when he heard this.

He knew how much the Song family cherished Song Yao.

They would definitely give him the best they could.

When they heard that they were willing to let Song Yao go to college in such a far place at such a young age, Director Liu was surprised and had to admire the Song family's trust in the country.

The result is now good.

They sent a healthy child here, and found that the child was sick when they came to visit for the first time.

It would be hard for any parent to feel good.

Even if it was Song Yao who ate too much candied haws this time, Song's father would probably think that if he was at home, with family members watching, he would definitely not let the child eat too much.

This is not unreasonable, it is natural for parents to worry about their children.

Sure enough, even after listening to the doctor's explanation, Song's father couldn't help but frowning in distress when he saw Song Yao, whose face was a little pale.

Yuan Jiang's voice was a little low:

"I didn't take good care of him."

Song's father hurriedly said: "How could it be, you take care of the child much more carefully than we do, it's just the youngest son who is naughty."

As he said that, he couldn't help but glare at his son.

The Song family never doubted how reliable Yuan Jiang was.

Song Yao buried his face in his father's elbow with a guilty conscience and apologized in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I really won't do it next time."

Song's father was really scared this time.

He came to the capital to discuss honey matters this time, and he didn't tell Song Yao specifically, just to give them a surprise.

As a result, he sneaked over, and the surprise was not given, but he got a basket of shock first.

Fortunately, it was just a stomach upset.

What if the disease was more serious?

Even if they got the news immediately and rushed to the University of Science and Technology from Xinghe County, it would take a long time.

When he thought about his youngest son, who had been carefully taken care of by the whole family since he was a child, feeling uncomfortable or in pain, but there was no father, mother, grandparents around him, Song's father felt flustered.

Lang Qing, who had been beside him, saw Song's father's pale face and sighed deeply in his heart.

He guessed the same as Director Liu, guessing that Song's father must be regretting sending his child to the University of Science and Technology at this moment.

This is another point that the junior class is not as good as normal enrollment.

The students are too young, and parents are inevitably worried.

He wanted to go over to comfort Song's father.

But facing the love of his son, he didn't know what to say even if he was eloquent.

Should he say, "Don't worry about the child leaving it to us, we guarantee that he will be healthy until graduation."

Who can guarantee that a growing child will never get sick?

But he didn't say these, only other things, and for parents who only care about whether their children are doing well and healthy, these are just empty words.

Lang Qing finally had to step forward and shake hands with Song's father and introduce himself.

Song's father's mind is now full of his son. After introducing each other, his attention is on Song Yao again:

"Are you not in pain now?"

Song Yao hasn't seen his father for a long time, and he really wants to stay in his arms.

But seeing that his father was worried, he answered obediently:

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Then he hugged his father's arm tightly: "Dad, please carry me back to the dormitory! I miss you so much."

Song's father softened his heart: "Okay, Dad will hold you, Dad misses you too."

Song Yao, who was still held by his father like a three-year-old child, said sweet words in a sticky way:

"Dad, you have become handsome again, and this outfit is so energetic."

"Wow, Dad, you are wearing a watch, you look so stylish."

Song's father laughed happily: "I came to the capital to discuss business, of course I have to dress myself up."

Clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha.

Song Yao muttered: "Dad is handsome even without dressing up."

He was just making a fuss about the rainbow fart, and he looked up and saw Director Liu.

The child suddenly became energetic:

"Ah!! Uncle Liu!!!"

His tone was full of surprise.

To some extent, seeing Uncle Liu made Song Yao feel happier than seeing anyone else.

Because every time Uncle Liu appeared, it meant that he was going to receive a large bonus.

Song Yao asked bluntly:

"Uncle Liu, are you here to give out bonuses this time too?"

Zhao Xiaodong hadn't noticed Director Liu at first, and was concentrating on following them. When he heard what Song Yao said, he was also surprised:

"It's really Uncle Liu! That's great, we're just short of money!"

Director Liu: "..."

He was indeed here to give out bonuses and praises.

How come these two kids made him look like a money-giving boy?

He tried to maintain a serious look and smiled at Song's father:

"Comrade Song, nice to meet again."

Song's father couldn't shake hands with him because he was holding the child, so he could only say verbally: "Hello, Director Liu."

Director Liu explained: "Song Yao's class made something good, and I'm here to praise them."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at Song's father's expression, trying to see if he had any objection to the fact that "his child went to school at HKUST".

But Song's father has been running around this year, and he has negotiated a lot of business, and he is already a very mature old hand.

Director Liu looked at them for a long time but couldn't figure out anything. He could only follow them to Qiming Building with his heart in his heart.

Lang Qing and Teacher Gu stood at the door of the infirmary and watched them walk away slowly.

Teacher Gu was still happy that "Song Yao is fine, so good."

"Song Yao and his father don't look very similar, but their eyes are quite similar."

On Song Yao's face, he looked cute.

On Song's father's face, he looked righteous.

Lang Qing was still worried:

"I hope Song Yao's father doesn't have any complaints about the school."

Teacher Gu was stunned: "Ah? Why would Song Yao's father have any complaints about the school? Didn't he just come?"

Lang Qing: "Teacher Gu, think about it, if your son went to a new place, was fine at home, and got sick less than 20 days after arriving there, even if your son said that he got sick because he didn't pay attention, can you rest assured?"

Teacher Gu: "Yes, why not, let alone my son, even my students, I can do it."

Lang Qing: "..."

He thought about it and changed his mind: "Then your great-grandson, I remember he is only six years old? If he is fine in the current kindergarten, and gets sick less than 20 days after going to the new kindergarten, which kindergarten do you think is better?"

Teacher Gu clapped his hands: "It must be the original one..."

He swallowed the rest of the words before he finished speaking.

The old man was confused: "No way? Song Yao's father will not let this child continue to attend the junior class because of this?"

Lang Qing shook his head: "It's hard to say."

Song Yao is too young after all.

For example, a thirteen-year-old child is not too old, has a good physique, and is not prone to illness, so parents can be a little relieved.

But Song Yao is only nine years old, and it is said that he has been weak since childhood. His family treats him like the apple of their eye, and he has never been wronged since he was a child.

This can only be seen from the fact that among the class, Song Yao has the brightest and most outgoing personality.

If it weren't for the careful upbringing of his family, he wouldn't have been able to develop such a character.

If a student comes from a poor family, the only way out is for the child to be successful, and parents can still be ruthless.

But the conditions in Song Yao's family are not bad at first glance. Song Yao's father seems to be in business.

Lang Qing was still calculating the current situation in his heart, but Teacher Gu was already anxious.

"That won't work. Song Yao is the most improved and smartest student in the junior class. As long as he continues to study, he will definitely become a pillar of the country in the future."

Lang Qing: "Teacher Gu, that's not how it works. Parents want their children to be healthy more than anything else. And maybe Song Yao's father wants to come back to school in a few years when his children are a little older."

Teacher Gu was so anxious that he wanted to fly up the tree and shout twice:

"Can it be the same? This child has quick absorption ability and loves to learn, so he can't afford to delay."

He was anxious and wondered whether Lang Qing might be overthinking.

"But I think Song Yao's father is very polite and good-tempered. Maybe he doesn't want to be like you."

Lang Qing was very determined.

"Teacher Gu, although I am not as good as you in terms of teaching experience, I am very good at judging people, and I am definitely not wrong."

Teacher Gu was suspicious: "Really?"

Lang Qing nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

He has already figured out how to resolve it:

"Parents are just worried that their children will not do well in school. I will go back and quickly list some of the measures taken by HKUST to take care of children in the junior class and provide preferential benefits."

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it became:

"Facts speak louder than words. I will put the data directly in front of Song Yao's father, and he will feel at ease."

Lang Qing hurriedly walked a few steps towards Qiming Building, then thought of something again, turned back and grabbed Teacher Gu's arm:

"Teacher Gu, time is tight, you can come too."

Teacher Gu had no objection to retaining Song Yao, but he was hesitant:

"Are you sure? I'm tired of listing all this."

Lang Qing: "I'm sure, I'm really good at judging people."

Teacher Gu gritted his teeth: "Okay!! Let's go!!"

In order to keep his classmate Song Yao, he risked his life! !

Song Yao didn't know what the two teachers had done to keep him.

He was still immersed in the joy that his father came to see him.

"Dad, look at the red wall in front of you. That's where our junior class is. It's called Qiming Building. Doesn't it sound good?"

"The big dinosaur door inside was made by our class together, but it was me who came up with the idea and took the lead!"

Song Yao was chirping, with a look like "This is the country I have conquered." Being held by Song's father did not hinder his high-spirited pride.

Seeing his son resurrected with full blood, Father Song slowly let go of his worries.

But he was indeed thinking, as Lang Qing had guessed, if he should let his children go out and make a living in a few years?

HKUST is indeed a prestigious school, but after all, it has never had a junior class before.

When it comes to dealing with children, they may not be so meticulous.

Song Yao has been in poor health since he was born. He has been suffering from minor illnesses for three days and serious illnesses for one week. He has only gradually recovered in the past two years. But maybe it was because of his poor health before. No matter how hard his family tried to give him good food and drink, he He is still smaller than his peers.

When we were at home, whenever it was windy or rainy, Song's father would wake up and go to Song's medicine house to see if he was sleeping well.

Later, with Comrade Yuan Jiang, the Song family's habit of going to Song's medicine house in the middle of the night gradually disappeared.

When they arrived downstairs in Qiming, they heard that Song Yao had a sudden illness and was sent to the infirmary. Song's father's mind went blank. Even if he later found out that his son was fine, all he could think of was how sick he was when he was a child and his breathing was almost shallow. Not feeling it.

He responded to his son's words, but in his heart he was hesitating about what to do.

As "a friend of Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong," Director Liu followed them to their dormitory.

He was also in a state of anxiety, drafting in his mind, thinking about how to appease Song's father later.

The dormitory door opened, and Father Song held his son in his arms and stared at the scene inside without moving for a long time.

He stood at the door, eyes filled with disbelief that there were only two people living in such a big dormitory.

Moreover, the environment here is also very good.

The county magistrate's family is not so good.

Song Yao urged her father: "Dad, come in quickly."

When Song's father carried him into the room in a daze, Song Yao turned around and found that Director Liu was also standing at the door of the dormitory with a dazed look on his face, and turned around to greet him warmly:

"Uncle Liu, come in too, I'll give you a bench to sit on."

He slid off his father's body and brought a bench for everyone to sit on.

These small benches were made by Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong using tools from Qiming Building. They are round and small, and quite cute.

Director Liu: "...Here we come."

He sat on the small bench and felt that although the bench was small, it was quite comfortable to sit on.

After sitting down, I naturally started to talk about my purpose of coming this time:

"The junior class has only been established for half a month, and you have done something meritorious again. Of course you deserve praise. This time you will not only get bonuses, but also medals."

"Wow!! Medal!!"

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were very happy.

The child asked excitedly: "Is it gold?!"

Director Liu: "...No."

He glanced at Father Song, who was also sitting on the small bench, and said after careful consideration:

"If you want money, I can apply from above."

It's not a big deal for a kid to want a gold medal, and the higher-ups will most likely agree.

Director Liu also shook the camera in his hand and said in a coaxing tone:

"Look, I also brought a camera, and I will take pictures of all the members of your junior class when the time comes."

In fact, the camera is his own, but because he has been with Song Yao before, Director Liu thought that according to the child's personality, he must be very happy to see himself being photographed wearing a medal.

Song Yao was really happy.

"Take a picture?!"

He is familiar with this!

Seeing his father and getting a reward, Song Yao's face has completely regained its rosy color.

He sat on another small bench opposite Director Liu and asked happily:

"After taking the photos, where will our photos be hung on the wall?"

Director Liu, who was waiting for Song Yao with a happy and yearning face: "?"

He asked in confusion: "What does it mean?"

Song Yao was even more confused than him: "It means taking photos and hanging them on the wall for everyone to see. For example, in a museum, there are many people's photos hanging on the wall."

He also added happily: "I just went to the museum last month. Brother Yuan Jiang took us there. It was fun inside."

Song's father, who was listening, looked at Yuan Jiang, who was sitting silently on the bench, with gratitude.

He knew that Comrade Yuan Jiang was very reliable.

Director Liu understood what Song Yao was describing: "..."

Student Song Yao is really ambitious. He is only nine years old and already wants to be on the wall of fame.

He had to explain with difficulty:

"Those are only very famous people. Student Song Yao, you are still young, don't worry, you will be on the wall in the future."

Although it was said to coax a child, Director Liu did not feel guilty at all.

Considering that Song Yao has made countless contributions at such a young age, it would be strange if he is not on the wall of fame when he grows up.

Song Yao felt a little disappointed, but when he thought about the fact that he still had a lot of time in the future, these little disappointments disappeared immediately.

He felt that he was very familiar with Director Liu, and it was really a happy thing to meet an old friend in a foreign land.

In order to express his happiness, Song Yao pulled the other party to chat non-stop.

Of course, he mainly wanted to chat with his father, and Director Liu happened to be there, so he chatted together!

The chat sentence usually starts with "I did something" and ends with "Do you think I am very good?"

For example: "Zhao Xiaodong and I climb trees to pick peaches whenever we have time. We can pick the best ones. Isn't that amazing?"

Song's father nodded in applause:

"Awesome, awesome. Are those peaches delicious?"

Song Yao was proud: "The peaches on other peach trees are not delicious, but the tree we climbed is different. Only the peaches on that tree are delicious. Only a few people in the whole school know this. Dad, we are awesome, aren't we!!"

Song's father praised from the bottom of his heart: "Too awesome!!"

His son is awesome. He is better than others at picking peaches.

Song Yao was praised and became more confident. He started talking about other things.

In his mouth, nothing is not awesome.

It is awesome that the uncle in the cafeteria always gives him more meat, it is awesome that he folds his clothes the most neatly, and it is awesome that he even wins the hopscotch game.

And Song's father, an adult, also praised and exclaimed in applause.

Among them, there are many compliments such as "Wow, our youngest won three poker games in a row? What a great improvement."

Director Liu: "..."

He seemed to have returned to that day, facing Grandma Song's despair in Dashu Village.

Zhao Xiaodong had no time to join the boasting group.

Because they had agreed to hand over all the snacks in the infirmary, he was now looking for snacks in the dormitory seriously.

After searching all of them, Zhao Xiaodong handed them to Yuan Jiang with a guilty conscience.

The tall soldier looked at the two large bags of snacks in his hand in confusion.

He really didn't understand where the two children got so many delicious foods when they had never been out of school.

And weren't they busy with the dinosaur gate?

Yuan Jiang asked gently:

"Who gave you all these?"

When Song's father saw it, he also exclaimed.

Even at home, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong had never saved so many snacks.

Song Yao, who was boasting about how busy he was at school, looked at the floor with a guilty conscience:

"That's right, Brother Ye gave me a little bit."

Zhao Xiaodong also felt guilty: "Teacher Gu gave me a little bit."

Yuan Jiang didn't believe that there were only these two people.

The adults around Song Yao, whether teachers or students, were quite reliable. They couldn't possibly give too many snacks to two growing children.

So many snacks must have been gathered by a bunch of people, each giving a little.

He asked again: "Are there any others?"

Facing the two large bags of snacks, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong couldn't tell who all the snacks were for a while.

They simply opened the bags and took out the snacks while saying who gave them.

"This was given by Senior Lv Rong, this was given by the uncle in the cafeteria, the cleaning lady, the military brothers on the first floor, Teacher Lang, Teacher Ma, Teacher Liu, Teacher Zhu..."

The last two large bags of snacks were divided up, and the beds of the two children were full of small handfuls of snacks.

A quick look showed that there were at least a dozen of them.

Yuan Jiang: "..."

Song's father: "..."

Director Liu: "..."

Song's father was just shocked that so many people fed the two children.

Yuan Jiang and Director Liu, who knew the inside story, were even more shocked.

They were no longer reporting who gave the snacks.

It's like reporting the list of all the people who have been in and out of Qiming Building.

Especially that Teacher Zhu, Director Liu had specially read the children's class schedule before he came here. If he remembered correctly, because this Teacher Zhu was specially invited here, he had only attended two classes in total, right?

It had only been two classes, but they had already given snacks to Song Yao and the others.

Song Yao himself thinks this is normal:

"Because we are very good in class, and Teacher Zhu also said that he wants to accept me as a student."

When Director Liu heard this, he immediately asked nervously: "What happened next?"

This teacher Zhu is well-known as a powerful teacher and has taught many pillars of the country. The reason why he was invited was because of the country's intervention. I heard that although he agreed, he has always been reluctant to teach a group of children.

In the end, he only took two classes and he actually wanted to accept Song Yao as his student? ?

Song Yao reluctantly put the delicious snacks given by Teacher Zhu back into the bag:

"I said I already have a teacher, and I can only have one teacher, so I can't worship Teacher Zhu."

Director Liu: "...when did you have a teacher?"

Song Yao gave him a puzzled look: "Teacher He, Uncle Liu, you praised her before."

Director Liu: "..."

Song Yao...actually refused to accept Teacher Zhu as his teacher because of his primary school teacher, Teacher He.

His hands were shaking slightly.

Father Song actually thinks this is good:

"Well done Yao'er. Although you and Teacher He are classmates now, you can't forget how good she was to you."

Since Teacher He entered Dashu Village, he not only helped Song Yao gain enlightenment, but also taught him how to behave and the art of speaking. In order to teach him, he turned his room into a study room.

Not to mention anything else, just the letters between her and classmate Ye cost a lot of stamps.

Even if there is no such relationship, the Song family still highly recognizes Teacher He as a teacher.

After Director Liu heard what Father Song said, his hands shook even more.

Song Yao was curious: "Uncle Liu, what's wrong with your hand?"

Director Liu put his hands in his pockets and smiled dryly: "It's okay, it's the same old problem. Then, what did Teacher Zhu say later?"

Speaking of this, Song Yao was very proud:

"Teacher Zhu said it's okay not to become a disciple. He also said that he didn't think he could teach me for long. I might be able to surpass him before I reach adulthood, so it is indeed better not to become a disciple. Hehe, Dad, am I good?"

Father Song didn’t even know who Teacher Zhu was, but that didn’t stop him from sincerely praising his child: “Awesome! Our little boy is really awesome!”

Director Liu: ...Oh my God.

Teacher Zhu actually said that Song Yao would surpass him before he reached adulthood.

However, no one in the whole room was so shocked except him.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong are completely new-born calves who are not afraid of tigers.

Father Song doesn't know anything, but he thinks his son is the best.

As for Yuan Jiang, he was worried about what to do with these two big bags of snacks.

Comrade Yuan Jiang has never been so worried. You know, it has been less than twenty days since school started, and today is only the eighteenth day.

He even suspected that if Song Yao hadn't been too busy and rarely left Qiming Building, there might have been dozens more people coming to deliver snacks to them bit by bit.

Yuan Jiang finally quietly received these snacks in his dormitory, and then said to the two children:

"When you want to eat, just come and ask me for it. Next time someone gives you snacks, just leave them here."

He can't help but watch.

The adults each had a sense of propriety, and the snacks they gave were just right, just enough for children to eat.

The problem is that the snacks given by each person are just right, but there are too many people giving snacks.

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong also knew that they couldn't control themselves when it came to snacks. Although they were reluctant to give up, they still agreed obediently.

Anyway, as long as they don't eat immoderately, Brother Yuan Jiang will definitely give them something to eat.

Father Song was quite happy: "I didn't expect that you are so popular, so many people give you delicious food."

The worry that had been lurking in his heart faded slightly.

A dozen people buy snacks for the two children, which means that there are a dozen people who care about them.

As a parent, of course he was happy to hear it.

Yuanjiang, on the other hand, silently decided to put away the snacks he had just bought for his two children, and at the same time go out to spread the word "Don't give snacks to the children anymore".

After giving out snacks and chatting with his father for a while, Song Yao finally remembered his "old friend" Director Liu.

He asked curiously: "Uncle Liu, have you brought all the medals and bonuses? It doesn't look like you can hold much in this bag."

Director Liu replied: "I still have some colleagues who haven't arrived yet. The originally agreed time was in the afternoon, but because I wanted to come see you in advance and ask how you are, I came during the lunch break."

In fact, this is also the meaning above.

After all, although on the surface he was here to praise all members of the junior class.

But when you hand over the documents for the dinosaur fingerprint door, any discerning person can tell who has done the most credit.

Song Yao is a child. He left his hometown to come to HKUST at a young age and made such a contribution. In addition to praise and rewards, his superiors naturally wanted to ensure that he was living a good life.

Director Liu glanced at Father Song and said honestly: "This is also what the leaders want. Let me ask you how you are doing, whether you are living comfortably, and whether there is anything you are uncomfortable with."

Song Yao nodded like a young adult, and then sat upright on the small bench again.

Not only did he behave appropriately, he also looked back at Zhao Xiaodong:

"Zhao Xiaodong, come quickly."

Zhao Xiaodong, who had just returned from Brother Yuan Jiang's dormitory, ran over immediately, carrying a small stool and sitting opposite Director Liu.

The two children looked at Director Liu eagerly, and Director Liu looked back at them blankly, not knowing what they were doing.

The two children stared at each other for more than ten seconds, and it was Song's father who saw it and helped to say:

"Director Liu, they are waiting for you to ask them if they are doing well."

Director Liu: "..."

He said why Song Yao suddenly sat so straight...

He twitched his mouth and said, "No need, I think you are very happy."

Since entering the door until now, Song Yao has never stopped talking. Does this look like he is unhappy?

But it is true.

Everyone who has entered and exited the whole building gave them snacks to eat. It would be strange if they were not happy.

Song Yao, who always had a sense of ritual, shook his head in disapproval:

"Uncle Liu, isn't this your task? You have to complete it well."

Director Liu: "...Okay, are you doing well in HKUST?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "Yes! Very good!"

Song Yao: "I'm doing well too, thank you Uncle Liu for your concern."

After that, the child stood up with an expression that said "We have completed this step, let's start the next step":

"Okay, Uncle Liu, you can see if our living environment is good."

He said very considerately:

"I can introduce it to you next to you."

Director Liu: "..."

He felt that there was no need for this at all.

Let's take a look at the situation in Song Yao's dormitory.

The bookcase that reaches the ceiling is full of books, and there is a small ladder next to it for easy access to books. The ladder is even covered with a layer of cloth.

The cloth is not cheap, but relatively soft.

Song Yao introduced vividly:

"We made this bookcase with reference to the design of our master's study. The bookcase will not accumulate dust if it reaches the ceiling, and it looks very nice, just like a wall of books."

Song's father nodded in agreement, and he couldn't hide his love for the book wall.

He also wanted to make one at home, but was scolded by his mother. He didn't expect his son to make one at HKUST first.

Song Yao was like a salesman, with clear articulation and talking excitedly:

"Look at the cloth cover on the ladder. It was made by Brother Yuan Jiang, because we can climb the ladder barefoot, and he was afraid that we would get cold."

Director Liu and Song's father looked at the cloth cover that was sewn so tightly that even the corners could not be seen, and there was no thread end to be found,

then looked at Comrade Yuan Jiang, who was tall and had a cold face, and their expressions were very complicated.

Song Yao continued to introduce them enthusiastically:

"Next to the bookcase is the desk. Isn't this desk very big? It's no problem to sleep on it. Zhao Xiaodong and I usually read books here."

Song's father patted the desk enviously.

He also wanted to have such a big desk, it was very satisfying to look at.

Song Yao picked up a big round ball on the desk:

"This has a battery inside, it will light up, we asked Wang Duo to help draw it for a long time outside, Wang Duo is our classmate and also our good friend, he draws very well.

Dad, look, it will turn into a small moon at night."

Song Yao pressed the switch, and the big ball really lit up. From the outside, it was almost the same as the distant moon seen by the naked eye.

Director Liu and Song's father both had their pupils shrink. He had never seen such a thing before. He was shocked when he saw the child put it down casually:

"But this is useless, it just looks good."

Then he pointed to the beautiful headlight on the ceiling:

"This is made by ourselves, the effect is brighter than the light bulb, and the classmates like it very much."

Song Yao originally planned to wait until he had time to help everyone install it. In addition to the price of the materials, he would also charge a string of candied haws.

But now he has eaten himself into the infirmary, and Song Yao can only regretfully change his mind to install one and exchange it for a chicken leg.

Although they have only occupied this dormitory for less than 20 days, they will live here for four years.

The two spent a lot of time in this big room, and even sacrificed some time to read novels to decorate it. During this period, they also asked Wang Duo, who has a good aesthetic sense, to help with the consultation several times.

Song Yao showed the reading rack used to fix books and put it down again, and said to his father excitedly:

"Dad, this is very useful. Zhao Xiaodong and I plan to contact Uncle Xiao and let him sell it and we will share the money."

Song's father also thought it was very useful and nodded in agreement:

"You can make more in batches. This kind is easy to imitate. It should only make a quick buck."

Song Yao was already very satisfied and happy to make a quick buck. After all, they just wanted to make something convenient for reading.

The child also understood the principle of keeping the good things in the family:

"We will ask Uncle Xiao to order it from Xinghe. The county magistrate will definitely be very happy then."

Song Yao was in a better mood because he shared his money-making plan with his father.

He also took the two to visit the big wooden barrel used for bathing in their toilet, the small sofa bought by Brother Yuan Jiang, and the warm blanket spread between their beds.

He also specifically said: "This blanket was made by Brother Yuan Jiang, because Zhao Xiaodong and I like to sit cross-legged on the floor and read."

The floor was previously covered with layers of wood, but Yuan Jiang thought about it and felt that this was not feasible.

Because the two children could no longer follow them 24 hours a day after entering HKUST, Yuan Jiang also read some Chinese medicine books when he was bored and tried to learn how to make medicinal food.

After all, although his cooking was bad, medicinal food was not very delicious. Comrade Yuan Jiang thought that this could make up for a big shortcoming in his cooking skills.

As a result, he learned that cold starts from the feet before learning medicinal food.

So he started to weave a blanket.

When Song Yao was in class, he was weaving a blanket, when Song Yao was doing the dinosaur gate, he was weaving a blanket, and when Song Yao was playing games, he was weaving a blanket.

This blanket was only formed two days ago, and it was really liked by the two children after it was laid out.

The degree of liking can be seen from the fact that it took Song Yao five minutes to introduce it to Director Liu. During these five minutes, the children used various expressions to describe how soft and thick this blanket was.

"Look, Uncle Liu, your blanket is not as thick as this one, right? This is specially made for us by Brother Yuan Jiang."

Director Liu, who didn't have a blanket at home: "..."

Dad Song, who had never thought that Comrade Yuan Jiang, who had a cold face, could weave a blanket: "..."

After introducing almost the whole house, Song Yao pointed to the wall and said:

"I asked Teacher Lang, and Teacher Lang said that we can draw on the wall. I want Wang Duo to help me draw a starry sky on the wall."

It is obvious that he has been thinking about this idea for a long time, and he even thought about what materials to use:

"There is a kind of shiny paint, and when the painting is done at night Draw the curtains, and the room will be as beautiful as the starry sky. "

Director Liu wondered: "What's the use of doing this?"

Song Yao was happy: "It's useless, but it looks good, and our mood will also become good."

"Yes." Zhao Xiaodong chimed in: "If we are in a good mood, we will sleep well, and if we sleep well, we will study well."

Director Liu: "..."

Song's father smacked his lips: "Does your school also allow you to do this?"

Song Yao wondered: "Why not, this is our dormitory."

Zhao Xiaodong added: "Uncle Song, don't worry, we asked the teacher, and the teacher said it was okay, so we did it."

Song's father was envious.

If he told Grandma Song that he wanted to make the house like this, Grandma Song would scold him to death.

He asked his son:

"How are your meals?"

Song Yao answered happily:

"Yes, our canteen has plenty of dishes, and dad, I tell you, we have small wontons on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, mutton soup on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and we eat candied haws on Sunday."

Just saying it, the child was as happy as if he had fallen into a honey pot.

"There are so many dishes to eat every day, look, there is also a menu, the uncle in the canteen wrote it for us."

Song's father took the menu from Song Yao's hand, took a closer look, and swallowed his saliva with envy.

"There are so many dishes, all of which are your favorites."

"Yes, yes."

Song Yao was very happy: "Dad, look at this dish, you also like it, let's go eat it today, I have a lot of meal coupons, all issued by the school."

He opened the small drawer he made and showed the full of coupons to Song's father:

"Look! They are issued every month! One coupon represents a dish, these are enough for me to eat for a long time."

Song's father looked at the coupons, as if he saw a delicious dish.

He had heard Song Yao say that the school provided meals before, and he thought it was the most basic kind, but it turned out to be a luxurious meal, and it was almost unlimited, which surprised him even more.

"Is HKUST so rich? They give so many coupons to every student?"

Song Yao said: "It seems that only the junior class has them. Except for the most basic ones, the rest are given as rewards. We made a dinosaur gate and everyone was rewarded a lot."

He said generously: "Dad, you can order whatever you want today! I'll treat you!"

Zhao Xiaodong took out a fruit coupon: "Uncle Song, then I'll treat you to fruit."

Song's father: "...Does your school also have fruit?"

Zhao Xiaodong nodded: "Yes, we have fruit every month."

Song Yao also added: "Dad, our school also gives out candied haws, four strings a month."

Song's father: "???"

"Your school also gives out candied haws??"

This is too unbelievable, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the reliable comrade Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang, who promoted the "candied haws welfare for the junior class", rarely felt a little guilty.

But on the surface, he still nodded silently with a serious face.

Father Song: "...Oh my God."

Director Liu, who had been listening in shock, said: "...Oh my God!"

Father Song couldn't help but pat his son on the shoulder:

"No wonder so many people want to be college students. It turns out that college is like this."

He was moved by what he heard.

Song Yao also nodded in agreement:

"Yeah, yeah, I think so too."

The father and son had similar views and sighed at the happiness and beauty of college together.

Heard clearly, Director Liu, who had been to college: "..."

Should he tell the truth?

Father Song was really shocked.

Especially after he went to the cafeteria to eat.

Back in his son's warm and comfortable room, he had completely given up the idea of ​​letting his son go home.

It's not as comfortable as home.

The youngest has been in HKUST for four years, being taken care of by so many people, living in such a good environment, eating and drinking well every day, and he will definitely be raised to be plump and tall.

Even Song's father can clearly feel that his son seems to be a little more pampered than when he was at home.

Thinking about the two teachers guarding the infirmary when Song Yao had a stomachache, Song's father felt even more convinced.

It is worthy of being a famous school.

Even taking care of children is so good.

Song's father was stunned after sighing, eh? Why does it sound so familiar?

Ah, he remembered.

He had sighed about Comrade Yuan Jiang before. Looking at the cloth cover on the ladder in the room and the carpet on the floor, Song's father couldn't help sighing again.

It is worthy of being sent by the country.

He knows everything.

He himself can't take care of his son so well in all aspects.

So, when Song Yao was in class, Song's father went out for a stroll and ran into Lang Qing and Teacher Gu who came to find him, the first emotion that surged in his heart was admiration.

Lang Qing said, "Hello, Song Yao's father, we are here to see you."

He held in his hand a thick stack of "benefits of children attending the junior class" compiled by himself and Teacher Gu, and their hands were sore from writing.

But as long as they can keep Song Yao, they think it is worth it.

Song's father shook hands with them enthusiastically:

"Hello, hello, hello, you guys, oh, if you don't come to me, I will come to you."

Lang Qing and Teacher Gu felt depressed.

Could he talk about taking Song Yao home?

Song's father: "My Song Yao has worked so hard for you. You take such good care of him. I, as a father, am ashamed of myself. Thank you so much, thank you so much."

"I will have to ask you for help in the future. It is right to send this child to your University of Science and Technology."

Lang Qing: "..."

Teacher Gu: "..."

In the end, Lang Qing tried to smile:

"You are too kind. This is also our responsibility and obligation. It's nothing."

Song's father was still very grateful to them. He thanked them very much and left two bottles of honey that he had carried all the way here before leaving happily.

The old and young teachers maintained the same smile, watching Song's father's back as he left.

Until he walked away, Teacher Gu held the honey in his hand and squeezed out a smile:

"Teacher Lang, look at Song Yao, is it true that he left it before we left it?"

Lang Qing: "...I think so, right?"

"What about the information we wrote by hand?"

"Maybe...it's useless."

"Teacher Lang, do you remember what you said? You said you can judge people accurately."

Lang Qing silently took a step back:

"Teacher Gu, I didn't lie to you, I can really judge people accurately, believe me, it's not my fault, it's Song Yao's father who has changed himself."

Teacher Gu chuckled: "Then look, what do I want to do now?"

Lang Qing: "You want to... hit me?? Ah!!! If you have something to say, please talk nicely and don't hit me in the face! Ah! Ma Shang!! Hurry up and take your teacher away!!"

"Teacher Gu, believe me, believe me, I didn't mean to deceive you."

"I can really judge people accurately!!!"