Back at the company, Liu Sheng had already led Yu Zhen to get familiar with the company's situation.
"How's it going? Brother Yu, do you still like the atmosphere here?"
What's not to like? At least I have a legitimate job and don't have to worry about food.
"Xiao Jian, thank you." Yu Zhen expressed his gratitude sincerely.
"Brother Yu, there is something I want to tell you."
"What's the matter?"
"About the aftertaste."
She wrote a letter to Yu Zhen, explaining everything about Yu Wei's situation clearly. His senior brother's martial arts gym had not been opened, so the letter was probably lost somewhere.
The scores for the math competition haven't come down yet, Yuwei didn't do well in the exam, and the extra points for the college entrance examination came to nothing.
"This is his fate. It is due to his own lack of ability."
After thinking about it for a while, I asked, "Is he resisting your care and help?"
"Um."
Su Jian didn't say anything else, but a large number of students in the first high school hated her. They thought she was superior and always looked down on others because of her good relationship with the school teachers.
In fact, she didn't look down on anyone and shared her learning experience without any reservation.
Even if some people don't want to admit her excellence, she doesn't need others to acknowledge her, as long as she has a clear conscience.
"I know my brother's temper best. Xiao Jian, you have tried your best. Whether you do well or not in the exam is his fate. It has nothing to do with anyone."
"Brother Yu, I'm very happy that you think so."
She was afraid that Aftershock would blame herself and feel that she had not taken good care of her brother.
The master leads me in, and cultivation depends on the individual. I feel that I am not humble and stubborn. Who can blame me?
Three days later, Zhongli finished the exam.
Su Jian didn't go anywhere in the past three days. She stayed in the room obediently and searched for information, trying to figure out the contents of the paper published in the academic journal.
She probably guessed Zhongli's current research direction.
The senior brother is doing something great. She remembers that in her previous life around 2000, a foreigner applied for an invention patent.
At that time, she was working in a fast food restaurant, and there were many young students coming to eat. They talked about it with indignation, probably saying that the foreigners who had won the award had plagiarized our ideas.
Zhong Li talked about the predicament they were currently facing, and he did not hesitate to give her 200,000 yuan to give her a chance. Maybe that shameless foreigner would steal his senior brother's research results.
"I'm at school, come on. Teacher Zhang has always wanted to treat you to dinner, and I agreed, tonight."
After dressing up briefly, she took a taxi and arrived at the gate of the University of Washington.
"Su Jian!"
There is a young girl beside Su Mingming, both holding books in their arms. This girl is her friend in the international school.
"Oh, it's you, what a coincidence!"
Is it too coincidental?
"Are you here to see Zhongli? Can you let me see him? I have something to ask Senior Brother Zhong."
"What's up?"
Su Mingming twitched his lips, "It would be better for me to tell Zhongli directly."
"Go find him yourself."
I originally planned to go to the dormitory to meet him, but since someone was eager to see Senior Brother Zhong, I let her meet him, provided that she could meet him.
She went straight to the bookstore opposite. Su Mingming gritted his teeth and cursed her in his heart.
"Let's go, Mingming, to find my sister. She is a medical student in the eighth grade. After her exam today, I promised to treat her to dinner and you can accompany her."
"……good!"
She originally wanted to wait for Zhongli to come out at the door. Because she didn't know which major Zhongli was admitted to, she could only try his luck at the door of Washington. She didn't expect to meet Su Jian, but this damn girl was full of bad ideas and didn't even try to help her.