MTL - I Heard That I Am a Scumbag, God of War Alpha-Chapter 25 old acquaintance

Whether it's clothing or appearance, Wen Xuan looks like a rather ordinary and low-key middle-aged woman.

Her lips were flat and slightly pursed. The corners of the lips are down, showing a stern look. Clothes are also a bit worn, but clean and tidy.

Zhuang Yan smiled politely: "Principal Wen, hello."

Omega has a youthful air,&—zwnj;it can be seen at a glance that he is a student who has not been out of society.

Wen Xuan hummed &—zwnj;, and asked again: "Who are you, and what are you doing in Changlin Middle School?"

She was so straightforward, Zhuang Yan was taken aback, and then explained &—zwnj; his reason for coming.

Wen Xuan leaned against the window and listened, giving responses from time to time—

"So you are a student of the Design Department of Xingda University, and you came here for the Design Innovation Competition?

"Changlin Middle School did apply for the financial budget and the renovation of the teaching building, but I also know in my heart that as a competition event, our school has a small budget and it is difficult to shine, isn't it a &—zwnj; Reasonable choice.

"And the Bojiang Starfield is so remote, does your family know that you came here secretly?"

Sure enough, he is used to being a principal, and communicating with anyone seems to be educating students.

Zhuang Yan explained gently: "My elders are also engaged in the architectural design industry, and she actually encouraged me to do so."

He paused, with a sincere tone: "Principal Wen, I think this project of Changlin Middle School is more valuable and meaningful than other choices."

Wen Xuan glanced up and down at Zhuang Yan&—zwnj;

"Wait, you said just now, what's your name?"

"The Zhuang Banquet."

Wen Xuan's eyebrows stretched slightly, and his expression softened: "So it's you, Zhuang Yan. You're not quite what those messy gossips described..."—zwnj;

"..."

Needless to say, Zhuang Yan already understood what kind of image he was in Wen Xuan's heart.

But it's a good thing to be able to turn around, he met Wen Xuan's gaze.

"Actually, I heard Chen E mention you before."

"Well, his mother and I used to be colleagues."

Zhuang Yan nodded. Wen Xuan laughed, waved his hands and said, "Okay, I have to go to the morning reading, you can do it yourself."

She said: "As long as you don't disturb the students in class, you can transfer as you like. By the way, can you spare some time at noon—we&—zwnj; have a meal together, and say something by the way."

In this school, Wen Xuan is undoubtedly a very busy person. She doesn't worry about anything, she has to see it herself.

So after talking to Zhuang Yan, she greeted her and hurried out the door.

Zhuang Yan walked around the places he had memorized, and re-checked the data with his optical brain &—zwnj;

The sun is not too strong today, and the sound of cicadas is long under the shade.

Zhuang Yan found a place to sit on the stone chair by the wall, and then flipped through the design drafts saved in his mind, refining and modifying according to his own ideas.

In terms of shape, it can make the space utilization rate higher&—zwnj;

Many original designs and structures can be retained, so that the cost can be controlled to the greatest extent.

Revising and revising is&—zwnj; a very time-consuming thing, and before I knew it, I heard the bell for the end of get out of class.

The originally quiet and empty corridor of the teaching building upstairs gradually became lively.

Crowds of students came out of the classroom to fight, and after a while, like Moses divided the sea, they consciously made a wide path for others to pass.

Zhuang Yan looked up &—zwnj; and was stunned&—zwnj; for a while.

Walking through the crowd were actually two students. A tall and strong young boy, carrying another **** his back.

No one booed or laughed. In order to maintain balance, the girl's arm rested naturally on the boy's shoulder. They walked to the stairs, went downstairs slowly, and came to the door of the bathroom on the lower level.

The little boy put the girl down and turned his back.

The girl leaned on the wall, supported her body, and limped in by herself.

It turned out that she was &—zwnj; a disabled person.

Suddenly, Zhuang Yan looked down at the materials of Changlin Middle School, and couldn't help but feel serious.

—In order to save space, the bathrooms in Changlin Middle School are actually for &—zwnj; layer men&—zwnj; layer women.

He wrote down this &—zwnj;, and then he couldn't help thinking, for a girl like this, if she goes to school on weekdays, does she have to be helped by her classmates to carry her up the stairs?

Will this be inconvenient? After the teaching building is rebuilt, there should be other better solutions.

…

There is a very small cafeteria on the top floor of the teaching building, Wen Xuan deliberately chose a later time to avoid the flow of students during their lunch break.

It's almost &—zwnj; point, and it's already much quieter. They found a place at random and chatted while eating.

Hearing Zhuang Yan talk about what he had seen and heard in the morning, Wen Xuan paused slightly, and explained: "That student has good grades, but it's a pity that her legs and feet are inconvenient. Originally, the family didn't want her to go out to study, so I wanted to arrange it directly. marry."

She sighed, "Many poor families are like this. They think it costs money to study, so they are unwilling to send their children here. Although Changlin is a free middle school, the teachers have put in a lot of effort to persuade them to continue their education."

Wen Xuan didn't say much, but Zhuang Yan had seen the hardships in various reports before.

There are always some idealists in the world who want to carve out a broad road in the barren land where no one has set foot.

Zhuang Yan said: "I have seen the data on the materials. The enrollment rate and enrollment rate of Changlin Middle School have increased by at least -zwnj; compared with ten years ago."

Wen Xuan brushed his broken hair behind his ears, chuckled &—zwnj;: "But it's not enough, forget it, there's no need to talk about this kind of topic today, it's too serious."

As soon as Zhuang Yan swallowed&—zwnj;s meal, Wen Xuan said lightly: "Let's talk about Chen E, how is he doing? Hot big shot."

"…Ok."

"How are you getting along?"

Zhuang Yan didn't know what to say, but felt that the tips of his ears were slowly burning.

Principal Wen has been among the students for so many years, &—zwnj; can see Zhuang Yan's embarrassment at a glance. She didn't point it out, and changed the subject gently, first casually talking about Chen E's biological mother, Xie Ruyun.

She said that she first met Xie Ruyun in the middle of the night. It was raining heavily at that time, &—zwnj; a wet Beta woman with a big belly pushed her luggage through the door, saying that she had just been transferred to the Bojiang Star Region and was arranged to spend the night here&—zwnj; night.

Wen Xuan had just graduated from school and was assigned to work in A. She helped to boil hot water, and asked Xie Ruyun to put down her luggage, take a shower and change into clean clothes.

Xie Ruyun looked very embarrassed, but she was extremely polite, &—zwnj; I didn’t know how many times I said thank you in the evening.

Wen Xuan said: "At that time, I was thinking, her belly is so big, where is the father of the child?"

Zhuang Yan ah&—zwnj;, thinking about the gossip I heard when I was a child, I probably pieced together the ins and outs of these past events.

"At that time," he said hesitantly, "Mr. Chen seems to have made... some rumors of extramarital affairs..."

Wen Xuan: "It's almost like this."

The marriage between Chen Hongfei and Xie Ruyun did not last long. Xie Ruyun has strong self-esteem and is also proud. She couldn't stand her husband cheating on Bian Wei during pregnancy, so she signed the divorce agreement with her stomach full, &—zwnj; left Central Star alone.

At that time, the child was already very old, and not long after working in A, Xie Ruyun gave birth to a baby boy.

Outside the delivery room, Wen Xuan was the only one to accompany her. Seeing how pitiful Xie Ruyun was, she ran up and down to pay for meals and ask the doctor about various precautions.

After being discharged from the hospital, Wen Xuan asked what name he wanted to name the child.

Xie Ruyun leaned on the back of the car seat and closed her eyes weakly.

"It's called Chen E, and I'll take a cheap name to make a living."

Chen E was born with an absent father, and Xie Ruyun was a strict mother who was not good at expressing her feelings and rarely praised her.

She left the previous failed marriage, but couldn't let go of her concern and hatred for Chen Hongfei and Bian Wei. Many times, Wen Xuan saw Xie Ruyun use Chen Ran's name to spur Chen E.

Children are raised silently and restrained, as if they have the embryonic form of adults.

Until Chen E was eight years old, on the night of a typhoon.

Wen Xuan went home in the evening after leading the students to self-study, and saw the ambulance coming out of the neighbor's house.

The next day, before dawn, Xie Ruyun died in the emergency room.

Wen Xuan put down his chopsticks: "Later, the news might have reached the central star. At that time, there was a big movement in Chen Hongfei's election campaign. He was afraid that his reputation would be bad, so he took Chen E back to raise him. Otherwise, in fact, I was going to help take care of it"— zwnj;Excuse me, after all, I watched him grow up from a young age."

Zhuang Yan said softly: "Well, later he went to &—zwnj; an elementary school with me, and he was considered my senior."

"how have you been?"

Zhuang Yan raised his head and hesitated for a moment.

So Wen Xuan understood, and after a few seconds, she said, "Forget it, it's inevitable. Anyway, it's been so many years, and he's already a big shot."

Wen Xuan clearly didn't mean to criticize, but Zhuang Yan felt a little embarrassed for some reason.

After two people have finished eating, the plates are cleared and the table is vacated. He adjusted the optical computer screen, explaining his design and preliminary ideas to Wen Xuan.

"Here, there are still a few places that will continue to be revised. I plan to add &—zwnj; some barrier-free facilities to make it easier for all students to come and go."

Wen Xuan hums &—zwnj;

"As for the utilization of space, I need to go back and build a few more models and calculate them accurately." Zhuang Yan paused, "Does Principal Wen have any other suggestions or special requirements?"

Wen Xuan dragged the screen to watch &—zwnj; times, with a smile on his face.

"Student Xiaozhuang, you should be a professional in this area."

She said gently, "I believe in your level, let's work hard. I hope that by next summer vacation, I can directly refer to your drawings and models for construction."

Zhuang Yan blushed: "But I'm still just a student."

Is such a large project really feasible?

Holding the optical computer, Wen Xuan clicked on the model on it: "But this is the most thoughtful design I've seen in a while."

There is no shuttle bus until after school in the afternoon.

Zhuang Yan's earlobes were hot, and he lowered his head to pack up his things, and applied to Wen Xuan for an unused table to continue working on his own designs.

Wen Xuan had other things to be busy with, so he told Zhuang Yan that he would go to the office to find other teachers if he had anything to do.

Zhuang Yan laughed: "Okay, thank you."

The handsome eighteen-year-old boy, Wen Xuan was taken aback for a while, and suddenly remembered what happened several years ago.

At the beginning, Chen E had already returned to the central star, and he liked to be bored in his heart about everything. Wen Xuan couldn't ask any questions, and in the end the contact naturally faded away.

It's just that one night, I received a call from Chen E.

At that time, he should have just turned sixteen. After he got through, he didn't speak for a long time, his breathing was stuffy and fast, and after a long while, Chen E said, "Aunt Wen."

The voice sounded like a lot of alcohol.

Wen Xuan asked: "Are you drunk?"

Chen E's voice was very low, and he said to himself, "Aunt Wen, I seem to like someone."

If Xie Ruyun was still alive, he would definitely get angry when he heard such news.

Wen Xuan sighed and said nothing.

Outside the dormitory, there were students playing in the distance, and Chen E's voice was hoarse across the Internet.

"I&—zwnj; saw him, and felt a little stuffy in my chest."

He said, "I'm sorry, Aunt Wen, I'm drunk."

The call was hung up quickly, and no one mentioned what happened that night again.

In a remote star field, Wen Xuan would occasionally think, what would it be like to make a boy Chen E like that much?

Now she looks at Zhuang Yan. Omega is holding the design materials in his arms, and when he smiles, there are &—zwnj; dimples on his cheeks, and he looks obedient and serious.

Some people are just naturally likable.

Wen Xuan said in her heart that if Zhuang Yan was a student of Changlin, she would take care of him more.