"Teacher Qin, return the books."
In the quiet library, a clear female voice came from the direction of the circulation desk. Hsu Yi-ting smiled and placed the basic university business books on the counter.
"Ah, Little Xu, you've finished reading such a deep book?"
The librarian was a middle-aged woman with white hair. Her hair made her look older, but she had the cheerful and energetic eyes of a middle-aged person. In short, this woman surnamed Qin had a unique temperament that was enough to infect others.
In the past, the school symbolically organized a few work-study programs. Hsu Yi-ting often came to the library to help, so the two of them could be considered to be familiar with each other. At this time, seeing her come over, Teacher Qin put down the books in her hand and came out of the inner room. Wearing glasses, she skillfully filed a few books.
"It seems that Little Xu is going to be a strong woman in the future."
"Not at all. It's good for your university life to take a look in advance."
It had to be said that what a person would become was ultimately affected by the external environment. In the past, Hsu Yi-ting had an autistic personality. She wore big and ugly wide-rimmed glasses and two braids at the back of her head. Usually, she didn't socialize with others, and not many people paid attention to her. However, in recent years, when she was with Dongfang Wan, learning to be an assistant and managing some matters of the toy company, she finally walked out of the shadow of her father. At this time, she had replaced her wide-rimmed glasses with beautiful narrow-rimmed glasses. Coupled with neat short hair and a white fitted down jacket, she looked like an intellectual person that many girls her age didn't have. In school, many boys even began to hit on her or write her love letters. However, such things often became the topic of conversation or jokes between her and Dongfang Wan. After experiencing many things that her peers might not have experienced, she didn't have much hope for love for the time being.
"But the final exam is coming soon, right? After this semester, it will be the most important year for students like you. At that time, you have to put more effort into your studies."
Knowing Hsu Yi-ting's situation, Mr. Qin didn't criticize her too much for her "improper" behavior. He classified the books and returned the library card to her. "By the way, have you decided which school you want to apply to?"
"Beijing," Hsu Yi-ting replied with a smile.
"Tsinghua?
Peking University? "
"I'm not that good. I can get into any school in Beijing."
"He must have made an appointment with Dongfang Wan."
"Hehe."
Hsu Yi-ting smiled noncommittally. The situation was naturally like this, but there was no need to say more. Teacher Qin nodded. Hsu Yi-ting waved her hand and walked in. She had only walked a few steps when she heard someone behind her say, "Oh, by the way, your cousin seems to be inside too. He hasn't come out yet after more than two hours."
"Cousin?" Hsu Yi-ting blinked and then nodded with a smile.
There were several children of the Huang family in Sacred Heart College, but since Huang Haobing committed suicide, the only one she would call her cousin was Jiaming. They were not very close, and at most, they would greet each other when they met. In fact, there was a period of time in the past when Hsu Yi-ting even had a bad impression of Jiaming. However, when she was not deprived of anything and had a purpose in life, she just smiled at him. In fact, it was hard to say where the bad impression came from. At that time, she was too poor and had a sense of inferiority toward everyone and everything. Jiaming was her relative, but he could not help her. Thinking about it, she inevitably felt angry. In fact, he was also a child without parents. How could he help her? Of course, it was also jealousy. Obviously, everyone was the same, but he could have so many good friends, such as Lingjing, Shasha, Xun, and the kind Miss Zhang.
The library of Sacred Heart College was, in fact, the largest and most complete library in the city. In China, the most important thing was to show off, regardless of whether it could be used to its fullest potential. Most of the students of Sacred Heart College lived a good life, and not many of them worked hard to come to the library every day. However, many scholars and researchers in the city would often use their connections to get a pass and borrow books. At this time, the library, which was not used much, was quite quiet. Hsu Yi-ting went up to the second floor and spent half an hour choosing a few university business management books as usual. When she passed by several reading rooms, she glanced inside intentionally or unintentionally.
Originally, she did not want to have anything to do with Jiaming. However, in the past six months, Xiaowan's impression of Jiaming seemed to have changed a lot. When the two girls often talked about him, although they still frowned, it was obvious that Xiaowan had started to treat him as a friend.
There were not many people in the reading room. When she passed by a door, she took a few glances. Jiaming was sitting at the innermost table, looking down at something.
There was no need to greet him, so she turned to leave. However, at the same time, the figure, who was more than 20 meters away, looked up as if he sensed something and looked over.
With a smile on her face, Xu Yiting walked over.
"Cousin."
"Oh, you're here to borrow books too." Jiaming glanced at her and nodded.
"Yes, what a coincidence."
She smiled and sat down in front of Jiaming. She looked at the pages of the open book and another notebook that she did not understand at all. Of course, she did not understand the content of the book either. It was filled with drawings of the human brain's veins, regions, and various professional terms and symbols. "You're reading medical books?"
"Yes."
Jiaming nodded and then smiled. "I'll probably be a doctor in the future … Heh, half of it is voluntary, half of it is forced."
"It's probably Auntie Duan's influence, but didn't she say that she was a surgeon?" Lingjing's family was also related to the Huang family, so she knew Duan Jingxian.
"We're not separated. Let's do some research."
As Jiaming spoke, he took a pen and wrote down some symbols in the notebook. However, the symbols did not make any sense. They were all messy and did not make sense at all. Hsu Yi-ting looked at it a few times and raised her eyebrows. She was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Xiaowan organized a trip for the winter break. A few days ago, she told me that she wanted to invite you and Lingjing.
Are you going? "
"Heh …" Jiaming laughed. "It's not her first time. Why does she always mention it …"
"Xiaowan treats you as a friend. What do you think?"
"I don't think there's time. I'll ask Lingjing and Shasha if they're interested … By the way, where are you going?"
"France."
She pursed her lips and thought for a moment. "The itinerary was basically set by Xiaowan based on the travel guide. First, we'll take a plane to Amsterdam in the Netherlands. Then, we'll transfer to Lyon. From Lyon, we'll take a car to the Wadissel ski resort in the Alps. After that, we'll go skiing for two days. Then, we'll take a train to Paris and come back after four or five days. What do you think?"
"Paris … Heh, what a coincidence."
Jiaming thought for a moment. "I might go to Paris during the winter break, but … it's different from your itinerary. I probably won't go skiing. There's something else …"
"You can do it after skiing. Let's go together."
"Heh, forget it. I don't know how to do it."
Hsu Yi-ting laughed. "Not many people know how to do it. I don't know how to do it either. But Xiaowan said that you'll learn after a few falls. I guess it's her first time too."
"I think it's better not. I have something important to do."
"I'll tell Xiaowan and let her persuade you." Hsu Yi-ting blinked and stood up with her book. "I'll go first."
"You don't have to tell her."
"Bye …" The young girl waved her hand and left with a smile. When her figure disappeared outside the door, Jia Ming's gaze turned calm. He flipped a page of the oversized medical book and frowned slightly.
…
…
Late at night.
"… Last time you said that person was in Paris. Is he still there?"
"Yes. They're planning a big deal. Well, I'll confirm it for you …"
The conversation between the two was transmitted between two computers that were half a world apart. After a while, the other side sent a message. "Yes, they've been waiting for more than a month. Wow, tens of millions of euros. It's really a big deal …"
"Oh, for the time being, keep an eye on him. It's going to end soon."
"Are you coming or do you want me to send it to you?"
"In about a month or so, I'll go to Paris."
"Great, I'll move to the villa in Paris tomorrow.
Natalie will go too. "
"The queen of the second awakening is too scary. I don't want to see her."
"It's okay. I think you can beat her."
In front of the computer, Jiaming smiled helplessly.
"We'll talk about this later. I have a person's medical information here. Help me analyze the situation."
"Oh, send it over."
Jiaming's fingers tapped on the keyboard and sent the information to the other side of the world. Then, he took a deep breath and waited for the other side's answer.
Time passed quietly in the silence of the night. At some point, Ling Jing came in with a cup of coffee and fell asleep on his feet with sleepy eyes. Jia Ming pulled up the quilt and covered her body.
After a few minutes, a line of English finally appeared on the computer screen. "Where did you find this case …"
"What's the situation?"
"I just asked a few experts to look at it. If you want the most specific and accurate results, I can only tell you after the analysis. But if you want a rough conclusion, I can say it now. There's a 99% chance that this person, he …"
He quietly looked at the analysis results. Ten minutes later, he turned off the computer and carried Lingjing's body back to the bedroom. Then, he crawled between the two sleeping bodies. Shasha mumbled something, hugged his arm and leaned against him. In the warm quilt, Jiaming looked at the ceiling and quietly closed his eyes …
The next day was Saturday, a good time to sleep in. However, after eight o 'clock, someone knocked on the door. Jiaming hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door. Dongfang Wan, wearing a bright yellow down jacket, was standing on the steps and breathing out cold air. Then, she smiled brightly.
"Hi."
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