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

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

After taking the medicine, Song Yao's stomach soon stopped hurting. He was lying in Yuan Jiang's arms, feeling guilty and not daring to say anything.

He was relieved that his stomach didn't hurt anymore, 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 will definitely look after them in the future.

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

"Brother Yuan Jiang, I know I was wrong. I will 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 went 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 past him, another person passed by.

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 brother Yuan Jiang's arms, 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 slightly 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 this time to discuss honey matters, 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 shocks first.

Fortunately, I just had a bad stomach.

What if the disease were more serious?

Even if they get the news immediately and rush to HKUST from Xinghe County, it will still take a long time.

Father Song felt flustered when he thought about how Yao'er, who had been cared for by the whole family since childhood, was feeling uncomfortable and in pain without his parents and grandparents by his side.

Lang Qing, who had been beside him, sighed heavily when he saw Father Song's pale face.

He guessed the same as Director Liu, guessing that Father Song might regret sending his child to HKUST at this moment.

This is another point where the junior class is not as good as normal admission.

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

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

But when faced with someone's love for his son, he didn't know what to say even with his eloquent tongue.

Do you want to say, "Don't worry if you leave your child to us, we will guarantee that he will be free from illness and disaster until he graduates."

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

But he doesn't say these things, he only talks about other things. For parents who only care about how well their children are doing and whether they are healthy, these are just empty words.

In the end, Lang Qing could only step forward to shake Father Song's hand and introduce his identity.

Father Song's mind was now filled with his son. After introducing each other, his attention was focused on Song Yao again:

"Are you not in pain now?"

Song Yao hadn't seen her father for a long time and wanted to stay in his arms.

But seeing his father looking very worried, he still 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."

Dad Song's heart softened: "Okay, daddy will hug you, daddy misses you so much."

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

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

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

Father Song smiled happily: "I came to the capital to discuss business, so of course I have to dress up."

People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold.

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

He was making rainbow farts for free when he raised his eyes and saw Director Liu.

The child suddenly became energetic:

"Yeah!! Uncle Liu!!!"

His tone was full of surprise.

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

Because every time Uncle Liu appears, it means that he is about to receive a large bonus.

Song Yao asked straightforwardly:

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

Zhao Xiaodong hadn't noticed Director Liu at first and was following them intently. When he heard Song Yao's words, he also looked surprised:

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

Director Liu: "..."

He is indeed here to hand out bonuses and commendations.

Why did these two children look like he was a money-splitting boy?

He tried hard to maintain a serious expression and smiled at Dad Song:

"Comrade Song, we meet again."

Father Song was holding the child and could not shake hands with him, so he could only say verbally: "Hello, Director Liu."

Director Liu explained: "Song Yao and his class have made something good, and I am here to praise them."

After saying that, he secretly glanced at Song's father's expression, trying to find out if Song's father had any objections to the matter of "their children attending HKUST."

But Father Song has been running around here and there this year, and he has negotiated a lot of business, and he is already a very mature veteran.

Director Liu watched for a long time, but couldn't see anything. He could only follow them to Qiming Tower with his thoughts in mind.

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

Teacher Gu was still feeling happy, "It's great that Song Yao is fine."

"Classmate Song Yao doesn't look very much like his father, but his eyes are quite similar."

It looks so cute when placed on Song Yao's face.

Father Song's face turned into a look of justice.

Lang Qing is still worried:

"I hope Song Yao's father won't have any objections to the school."

Teacher Gu was stunned: "Huh? Why does Song Yao's father have a problem with the school? Didn't he just come here?"

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

Teacher Gu: "Yes, why not? Let alone my son, even my student can do it."

Lang Qing: "..."

He thought for a while and then changed to someone else: "What about your great-grandson? I remember he is only six years old, right? If he is fine in the current kindergarten but falls ill within twenty days of going to the new kindergarten, which kindergarten do you think better?"

Teacher Gu clapped her hands: "That must be the original one..."

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

The old man looked confused: "No way? Song Yao's father won't let the child continue to attend the youth class because of this incident, right?"

Lang Qing shook his head: "I can't say for sure."

Song Yao was too young after all.

For example, a thirteen-year-old child is no longer half old, his physical condition has improved, and he is not so prone to getting sick, so parents can feel a little more relieved.

But Song Yao was only nine years old, and it was said that he had been weak since he was a child. His family treated him as if he were a thorn in the side, and he had 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 mind, 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 simply 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 Dad Song later.

The door to the dormitory 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, his 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, 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 child 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, specifically to take pictures of all the members of your junior class."

In fact, the camera was his own because he had gotten along with Song Yao before. Director Liu thought that according to the child's temperament, he would be very happy to see himself being photographed wearing a medal.

Song Yao was indeed very happy.

"Photograph?!"

He is familiar with this!

After meeting her father and getting a reward, Song Yao's face had completely returned to rosy.

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

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

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

He asked doubtfully: "What do you mean?"

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

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

Father Song, who was listening in, glanced gratefully at Yuan Jiang, who was sitting silently on the bench.

He knew that Comrade Yuan Jiang was very reliable.

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

Classmate 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 for famous people. You're still young, Song Yao. Don't worry. You'll get there later."

Although he was talking about coaxing the child, Director Liu didn't feel guilty at all.

According to the fact that Song Yao has already made countless meritorious deeds at such a young age, it would be strange not to be on the Wall of Fame when he grows up.

Song Yao was a little disappointed, but thinking that he would still have a lot of time in the future, these minor disappointments disappeared immediately.

He felt that he was very familiar with Director Liu. It was really a happy thing to meet an old friend in a foreign country.

In order to express her happiness, Song Yao took the other party and chatted non-stop.

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

The sentence structure of the chat usually starts with "What did I do?" and ends with "Look, am I awesome?"

For example: "Zhao Xiaodong and I go climbing trees to pick peaches when we have time. We can pick the top ones. Isn't it amazing?"

Father Song nodded approvingly:

"Awesome, are the 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 school know about it. Dad, we are so good!!"

Song’s father praised from the bottom of his heart: “It’s amazing!!”

His son is so good that he can pick peaches better than others.

Song Yao became more confident after receiving the praise, and started talking about other things.

Anyway, there is nothing in his mouth that is not powerful.

The uncle in the cafeteria would give him more meat every time, so he was awesome, he folded his clothes neatly, he was awesome, and he even won the hopscotch game.

As an adult, Song's father was also very supportive and gave all kinds of praises and exclamations.

There are many compliments such as "Wow, our son has won three poker hands in a row? What a huge improvement."

Director Liu: "..."

He seemed to have returned to that day when he faced Grandma Song's despair in Dashu Village.

Zhao Xiaodong had no time to join the bragging group.

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

After searching everything, Zhao Xiaodong handed it over to Yuan Jiang with a slight guilty conscience.

The tall soldier looked at the two big bags of snacks in his hands in confusion.

He really didn't understand how two children could get so much delicious food without ever leaving school.

And aren’t they keeping their feet off the ground just to be a dinosaur?

Yuan Jiang Wensheng asked:

"Who gave these to you?"

When Father Song saw it, he also let out an "ooh".

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

Song Yao, who was bragging 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."

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

The adults around Song Yao and the others were pretty reliable, whether they were teachers or students. It was impossible for them to give the two growing bodies too many snacks.

So many snacks must have been cobbled together by a bunch of people giving some to each person.

He asked again: "Is there anyone else?"

Facing these two big bags of snacks, Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong couldn't tell who they were all at once.

They simply stepped forward to open the bag and took out snacks while asking who gave them.

"This is given by Senior Lu Rong, this is given by the uncle in the cafeteria, the aunt who cleans, the military brothers on the first floor, Teacher Lang, Teacher Ma, Teacher Liu, Teacher Zhu..."

The last two big bags of snacks were special. The two children's beds were filled with small handfuls of snacks.

At a glance, there are more than a dozen copies.

Yuan Jiang: "..."

Dad Song: "..."

Director Liu: "..."

Father Song was just shocked that so many people were feeding the two children.

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

They are no longer reporting someone for snacks.

It was like a list of all the people who had entered and left Qiming Building.

Especially Mr. Zhu. Director Liu had specially looked at the children's schedule before coming. If he remembered correctly, Mr. Zhu had only taught two classes in total because he was specially invited.

After only two classes, he had already given snacks to Song Yao and the others.

Song Yao himself thought this was normal:

"Because we were very well behaved in class, Mr. Zhu said he wanted to take me in as a student."

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

This Mr. Zhu was a famous and powerful teacher who had taught many pillars of the country. He was invited because the country stepped in. It was said that although he agreed, he was reluctant to teach a group of children.

As a result, he wanted to take Song Yao as a student after only two classes? ?

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

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

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

Song Yao looked at him in confusion: "Teacher He, Uncle Liu, you praised her before."

Director Liu: "..."

Song Yao...actually refused to worship Teacher Zhu because of Teacher He, his elementary school teacher.

His hands were shaking slightly.

Dad Song thought this was good:

"Well done, son. Although you are classmates with Teacher He now, you can't forget how good she is to you."

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

Not to mention anything else, the letters she sent to classmate Ye alone cost a lot of stamps.

Even if there was no godparent relationship, the Song family recognized Teacher He as a teacher.

After hearing what Dad Song said, Director Liu's hands shook even more.

Song Yao was curious: "Uncle Liu, what happened to your hand?"

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

Speaking of this, Song Yao was very proud:

"Teacher Zhu said it's better not to become a disciple, and he also said that he didn't think he could teach me for long. I might surpass him before I become an adult, so it's better not to become a disciple. Hehe, Dad, I'm awesome, right?"

Dad Song didn't know who Teacher Zhu was at all, but it didn't stop him from praising his child sincerely: "Awesome! Our youngest is really awesome!"

Director Liu: ...Oh my God.

Teacher Zhu actually said that Song Yao would surpass him, and before he became an adult.

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

Song Yao and Zhao Xiaodong were completely newborn calves who were not afraid of tigers.

Dad Song didn't know anything but he thought his son was the best.

As for Yuan Jiang, he was worrying about how to deal with these two big bags of snacks.

Comrade Yuan Jiang had never been so worried before. You know, it's been less than 20 days since the start of school, and today is only the 18th day.

He even suspected that if Song Yao was not so busy that he rarely left Qiming Building, there might be dozens more people who would send them snacks little by little.

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

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

He had to watch over them.

The adults were all very measured, and the snacks they sent were just right, just enough for the children to eat.

The problem was that everyone sent just the right amount of snacks, but there were too many people sending snacks.

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

Anyway, as long as they didn't eat without restraint, Brother Yuan Jiang would definitely give them food.

Song's father was quite happy: "I didn't expect you to be so popular. So many people sent you delicious food."

The worry that had been lurking in his heart faded a little.

More than a dozen people bought snacks for the two children, which meant that more than a dozen people cared about them.

As a parent, he was certainly happy to hear about it.

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

After giving out the snacks and talking to his father for a long time, Song Yao finally remembered his "old friend" Director Liu.

He asked curiously: "Uncle Liu, did you bring the medals and bonuses? It doesn't look like you can fit much in this bag."

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

In fact, this is also what the above meant.

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

But when the documents of the dinosaur fingerprint incident were handed over, anyone with a discerning eye could see who made the greatest contribution.

Song Yao is also a child. He left his hometown thousands of miles away at a young age to come to the University of Science and Technology, and made such a contribution. In addition to praise and rewards, the above naturally wanted to ensure that he is living a good life now.

Director Liu glanced at Song's father and said honestly: "This is also what the leaders want. They asked me to ask you if you are living well, if you are comfortable, and if there is anything you are not used to." Song Yao nodded like a little adult, and then sat upright on the small stool again. Not only did he sit upright himself, he also looked back at Zhao Xiaodong:

"Zhao Xiaodong, come quickly."

Zhao Xiaodong, who had just returned from Brother Yuanjiang's dormitory, immediately ran over and moved a small bench to sit opposite Director Liu.

The two children looked at Director Liu eagerly, and Director Liu looked back at them with a blank expression, not knowing what they were doing.

The elder and the younger looked at each other for more than ten seconds before Father Song noticed it and said helpfully:

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

Director Liu: "..."

He asked why Song Yao was suddenly sitting so stiffly...

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "No need, I see you are quite happy."

Song Yao hasn't stopped talking since he walked in. Does it look like he's unhappy?

But yes.

Everyone who comes in and out of the whole building gives them snacks. It would be strange if they were unhappy.

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

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

Director Liu: "...Okay, how are you doing at HKUST?"

Zhao Xiaodong: "Okay! Very good!"

Song Yao: "I'm fine too. Thank you Uncle Liu for your concern."

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

"Okay, Uncle Liu, you can see if our living environment is good or not."

He said very thoughtfully:

"I can introduce it to you from the side."

Director Liu: "..."

He didn't think it was necessary at all.

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

The bookcase at the top is full of books, and there is a small ladder next to it for easy access to books. The ladder is even carefully wrapped with a layer of fabric.

The cloth is not cheap, it is still relatively soft.

Song Yao introduced vividly next to him:

"We made this bookcase with reference to the design of my master's study. The bookcase will not accumulate dust when it reaches the top, and it also looks very nice, just like a book wall."

Father Song nodded in agreement and couldn't hide his fondness for looking at the wall of books.

He also wanted to get one at home, but then his mother scolded him. Unexpectedly, his son got it first at HKUST.

Song Yao is like a salesman, he speaks clearly and enthusiastically:

"Look at the cloth cover on this ladder. Brother Yuan Jiang made it. Because we climb the ladder barefoot, he is afraid that we will get cold."

Director Liu and Father Song looked at the cloth cover that was so sewn that not even an edge could be seen, and not even a thread could be found.

Then look at Comrade Yuan Jiang, who is tall and has a cold face. His expressions are all complicated.

Song Yao enthusiastically continued to introduce to them:

"Next to the bookcase is the desk. Isn't this desk very big? You can sleep on it. This is where Zhao Xiaodong and I usually read."

Father Song patted the desk enviously.

He really wanted to have such a big desk, it was very enjoyable to look at.

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

"This one has a battery inside and will emit light. Outside we asked Wang Duo to help us draw for a long time. Wang Duo is our classmate and 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 lit up as expected. From the outside, it looked no different from the moon in the distance seen with the naked eye.

Director Liu and Father Song both shrank their pupils. He had never seen such a thing before. They were shocked when they saw the child put it down casually:

"But this is of no use, it's just for display."

Then he pointed to the beautiful headlight on the ceiling:

"We made this ourselves, and the effect is brighter than a light bulb. The students like it very much."

Song Yao originally planned to wait for him to free up his hands to help everyone install it. In addition to the price of his own materials, he also wanted to receive a bunch of candied haws.

But now that he had been taken directly to the infirmary, Song Yao could only regretfully change his mind to a chicken drumstick.

Although I have only "occupied" this dormitory for less than twenty days, I have to live in it for four years.

The two of them put a lot of effort into this large room, and even sacrificed part of their time reading novels to decorate it. During this period, they also asked Wang Duo, who was very aesthetic, to help out several times.

Song Yao showed the reading stand used to hold 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 ask him to sell it and we will share the money."

Father Song also thought it was very useful and nodded in agreement:

"You should make more batches. This is easy to imitate. You should only be able to make quick money."

Song Yao was already content and happy with making quick money. After all, they just wanted to make something convenient for reading.

Children also understand very well the principle that good news should not go to outsiders:

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

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

He then took the two of them to visit the large wooden bucket used for bathing in their toilet, the small sofa bought by Brother Yuanjiang, and the warm blanket spread between their beds.

He also specifically said: "Brother Yuan Jiang made this blanket because Zhao Xiaodong and I like to sit cross-legged on the ground and read."

In the past, the ground was covered with layers of wood, but after much thought, Yuan Jiang felt that this still wouldn't work.

Because after the two children entered HKUST, they could no longer follow them 24 hours a day. When Yuan Jiang was bored, he also read some books on traditional Chinese medicine and tried to learn how to make medicinal meals.

After all, although his cooking was unpalatable, the medicinal food was not very tasty either. Comrade Yuan Jiang believed that this could make up for a major shortcoming in his cooking skills.

As a result, before I learned about medicinal food, I learned that coldness starts from the first step.

So he started knitting blankets.

When Song Yao was in class, he was knitting a blanket. When Song Yao was making dinosaur doors, he was knitting a blanket. When Song Yao was playing games, he was knitting a blanket.

This blanket just took shape two days ago, and after laying it out, the two children really liked it.

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

"Look, Uncle Liu, your blankets are not as thick as this, right? Brother Yuan Jiang made these thick ones specially for us."

Director Liu, who didn’t have a blanket at home: “…”

Father Song, who never thought that Comrade Yuan Jiang with a cold face could knit blankets: "..."

After almost introducing the entire room, Song Yao still pointed at the wall and said:

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

He obviously had this idea for more than a day or two. He even thought clearly about what materials to use:

"There is that kind of paint that can shine. When you finish painting and close the curtains at night, the room will be as beautiful as the starry sky."

Director Liu was confused: "Then what's the use of doing this?"

Song Yao said happily: "It's of no use, but it looks good, and our mood will become very good."

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

Director Liu: "..."

Father Song clicked his tongue: "Your school also lets you do this?"

Song Yao was confused: "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 and we did it."

Father Song was envious.

If he told Grandma Song that he wanted to make the house look like this, it would be strange if Grandma Song didn't scold him to death.

He asked his son:

"How about your usual meals and stuff?"

Song Yao answered happily:

"Okay, we have enough food in the canteen, and dad, let me tell you, there is little chaos on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, haggis soup on Tuesdays and Saturdays, and we eat candied haws on Sundays."

Just saying it made the child feel as happy as if he had fallen into a jar of honey.

"There are many, many dishes to eat every day. Look, there are also menus. The uncle in the cafeteria wrote them for us."

Song's father took the menu from Song Yao's hand, looked at it carefully, and swallowed enviously.

"There are so many dishes. These are all your favorites."

"Yeah, yeah."

Song Yaoke was happy: "Dad, you like this dish too. 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 it to Father Song:

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

Father Song looked at those coupons as if he was seeing extremely delicious dishes.

He had heard Song Yao talk about school meals before, and thought it was the most basic kind. But it turned out to be a luxurious meal, almost unlimited, and he was even more shocked.

"Is HKUST so rich? With so many coupons, do they give them 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 out as rewards. We made a dinosaur gate, and everyone was rewarded a lot."

He said generously: "Dad, do whatever you want today!! I'm treating you!!"

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

Dad Song: "...Do you still have fruits in your school??"

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

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

Dad Song: "???"

"Your school still distributes candied haws?"

This was so unbelievable that he couldn't help but turn around to look at the reliable Comrade Yuan Jiang.

Yuan Jiang, who promoted the "Youth Class Candied Hulu Welfare", rarely felt guilty.

But on the face, he still nodded silently in a serious manner.

Dad Song: "...Oh my God."

Director Liu, who had been listening in a state of shock: "...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 this is what college is like."

He was moved when he heard it.

Song Yao also nodded in agreement:

"Yeah, yeah, I think so too."

The father and son had similar views, and they came together to lament the happiness and beauty of college.

I heard clearly that Director Liu, who had gone to college: "..."

Should he tell the truth?

Father Song was really shocked.

Especially after he followed him to the cafeteria for a meal.

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

I'm not as comfortable as I am at home.

Yao'er has been at HKUST for four years and has been taken care of by so many people. He lives in such a good environment and eats and drinks well every day. He will definitely be raised to be fat and tall.

Even Father Song could clearly feel that his son seemed a little more squeamish than when he was at home.

Thinking about Song's bad stomach after eating medicine, and the two teachers guarding the infirmary, Song's father felt even more convinced.

It is indeed a famous school.

Even taking care of children is so good.

Father Song was stunned for a moment after sighing, eh? Why does it sound so familiar?

Ah, he remembered.

He had expressed this emotion to Comrade Yuan Jiang before. Looking at the cloth cover on the ladder in the room and the carpet on the floor, Father Song couldn't help but express his emotion again.

He is indeed a person sent by the country.

Everything.

He himself couldn't take good care of his son in all aspects.

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

Lang Qing said: "Hello, Father Song Yao, we are here to find you."

In his hand, he held a thick stack of articles about "The Benefits of Children Going to Junior Classes" that he and Teacher Gu had compiled, and their hands were sore from writing them.

But as long as they can keep Song Yao, they all think it's worth it.

Father Song shook hands with them enthusiastically:

"Hello, hello, hello, hey, if you don't look for me, I will look for you too."

Lang Qing and Teacher Gu's hearts sank.

Could it be that you want to talk about taking Song Yao home?

Father Song: "My family Song Yao has really worked hard for you. You have taken good care of him. As a father, I am ashamed of myself. Thank you very much. Thank you."

"I have to rely on you from now on. This child was sent to your University of Science and Technology. It was the right gift."

Lang Qing: "..."

Teacher Gu: "..."

In the end, Lang Qing tried his best to smile:

"You're ridiculous. This is also our responsibility and obligation. It's nothing."

But Father Song was still very grateful to them. He thanked them profusely and left two bottles of honey that he had carried all the way before leaving happily.

The teachers, one old and one young, maintained their smiles as they looked at Father Song's leaving figure.

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

"Teacher Lang, look at this student Song Yao, is it possible that he stayed on his own before we stayed?"

Lang Qing: "...should be, right?"

"What about the information we handwritten?"

"Maybe... it's useless."

"Teacher Lang, do you remember what you said? You said you are good at judging people."

Lang Qing silently took a step back:

"Teacher Gu, I'm not lying to you. I'm really good at judging people. If you believe me, I'm not wrong. 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, don't slap me in the face! Ah! Ma Shang!! Take your teacher away quickly!!"

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

“I’m really good at judging people!!!”