Ren Zixian's tone on the other end of the phone was not as panicked as she imagined. He just politely thanked her for her concern: "It doesn't matter, the professor said he would help me."
Qin Yiyi didn't expect that Ren Zixian could ask Professor Mo Wen to stand up for her, and blurted out: "Didn't you use the back door?"
As soon as the words came out, she immediately made up for it: "I mean, you must have asked the professor to help you without going through the back door. I believe you."
Ren Zixian didn't think anything was wrong, and just said: "I did use some connections, but I was recommended by a professor back then, so it's not really a back door."
"You're not a microbiologist? Why do you want to bring cultural relics again?" Qin Yiyi didn't expect that she was actually a researcher.
When Ren Zixian heard Qin Yiyi ask this, his fingers curled up unconsciously: "Back then... I chose to change my choice because of my boyfriend."
Ren Zixian was in a trance, as if she was in a dream, pulling her thoughts into the abyss of white mist, with noisy voices in her ears.
"Xiao Xian'er, I know you are eager to defend Xuedi, but you are a microbiology student and have no advantage in the subject of cultural relic protection and restoration. Even if you can pass the written examination, you will not be able to pass the interview. If you are lucky enough to pass the exam, then you will not be able to pass the interview. I can’t keep up with the following courses..." Professor Yu Xinyi’s words suddenly seemed far away, "If... Xuedi was really murdered, wouldn’t you be in more danger..."
Memories rolled around, glass shards hit the ground, scratching Ren Zixian's ankles, and blood flowed down his skin.
"Xuedi!!! What a wonderful child! God, you're not fair!" The rickety old man coughed and cried, God is unfair...
"Ren Zixian? Are you still there, Ren Zixian?" Qin Yiyi's voice pulled Ren Zixian out of confusion, "Why did you want to learn cultural relics at that time?"
"Because I want to be closer to someone."
…
The reported matter was fermented on the forum and caused an uproar on campus.
Ren Zixian had no influence at all on the person who had previously posted a post claiming to be a real-name person, and of course there was no suggestion of offending him.
She turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window. Professor Mowen's laboratory recently acquired a batch of folk antiquities as a restoration practice for students.
When the antiquities are in hand, the first thing to do is a series of inspections.
Ren Zixian was unfolding the books one by one in the photo studio and laying them flat on the light-transmitting table.
Under the light-transmitting table is glass that has been treated with diffuse reflection, and then a flash light is used to map out all the detailed damage.
Western oil paintings are thick and require X-rays to illuminate them clearly, but radiation can cause certain damage to cultural relics.
Oriental calligraphy and painting are generally light-transmissive. Using visible light instead of X-ray can minimize the damage to cultural relics.
Since being reported, Ren Zixian has not started practicing restoring cultural relics. He has only been doing trivial tasks such as taking photos and sending information.
This is indeed what she should do as a first-year graduate student, but compared to before, she must have received a cold reception.
Ren Zixian pushed the trolley stacked with cultural relics back. Before he reached the door, he heard a sound coming from inside.
"Who can she offend? As a freshman, if someone doesn't get caught, why would anyone report her?" The person who spoke was a senior who had his subject rejected by the professor before. His name was Zeng Rong.
Ren Zixian did not go in, but heard Zeng Rong say, seemingly reasonable: "Don't think too badly of others. The road is uneven, so why don't others be allowed to tell the truth?"
I don’t know who said what, but Zeng Rong’s voice became louder: “Didn’t we work so hard to pass the exam just for the name of Professor Mo Wen? But we were replaced by an inexplicable microorganism. Did any of you directly follow him? Professor's qualifications? I don't believe that she didn't use connections to get through the back door. Maybe she is some big boss's little lover who came here to get gold."
"That's right," someone whispered in agreement, "I'm already a second-year graduate student and haven't repaired it with Professor Mo Wen. My senior brothers and sisters take care of it every day... Why is she a first-year graduate student?"
Seeing that their quarrel was getting louder and louder, Ren Zixian pushed the door open and went in.
The sounds inside stopped suddenly, no one expected her to be at the door, and Zeng Rong blushed even more.
"I'm going to the library." Ren Zixian put away the ancient artifacts for hand training, turned around and left with the book in his arms.
Although she didn't care about these discussions, it was best to avoid these people who were obviously unhappy.
Before Ren Zixian could reach the door, Professor Mo Wen pushed the door open and came in.
Seeing Ren Zixian standing at the door holding a book, his eyebrows raised: "What are you doing? Have you finished what you arranged before?"
Having said that, he ignored Ren Zixian and inspected the people gathered in a circle: "I would like to say something about the report against Ren Zixian. Ren Zixian himself is qualified to be a postgraduate student. He doesn't need to take the exam. You and I Qi Qi here, why don’t you think about why she can notice Mr. Gu Liang’s paper, but you can’t!"
Professor Mowen's words are unpleasant, but they are irrefutable.
"Do whatever you need to do," Professor Mo Wen waved his hand. "The school will announce the investigation results in the afternoon. There is no need for you to decide the case here."
Zeng Rong and others were obviously unconvinced, but they did not dare to be tough with Professor Mo Wen. They could only give Ren Zixian a blank look and go about their own business.
Sure enough, the school announced Ren Zixian's past transcripts in the afternoon.
The discussion on the Yanda Forum became more and more intense.
[Look, she basically got full marks on her microbiology exam]
[Bullfrog Bullfrog, what kind of genius is this. 】
[Why do you want to study cultural relics if microorganisms are so awesome? Enough support? 】
[Maybe this is someone else’s dream? What’s more, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to change your major. 】
[I just think she is really good at multitasking. She can pass the postgraduate entrance examination for cultural relics even with perfect scores in the microbiology test]
[Impossible, absolutely impossible. Just the basic knowledge makes my scalp numb. It is absolutely impossible to do both. 】
[Shut up, you don’t know why you’ll offend people then? [Picture][Picture][Picture][Picture]]
[Ouch, I won’t say it anymore, now it’s true. 】
[No wonder I can cross majors. I mean, the way she threw the umbrella and threw herself into her arms would make a man's heart flutter. 】
[Is this what you call a genius? 】
Qin Yiyi clicked on the picture. In the picture, Ren Zixian threw herself into the arms of a man in a suit and got into a black luxury car with him.
She had seen Lin Qingsong's photos, but the person taking the photos was far away and separated by the rain, so she couldn't judge.
Qin Yiyi then sent the screenshot of the forum and those photos to Jian Fangshu: [Look, she is just a little caretaker lover. Lin Qingsong is just interested in her, otherwise he would not find a substitute. You Just be at ease. 】
This time Jian Fangshu's message was answered quickly: "Stop making trouble, the matter between Qingsong and I has nothing to do with her at all." 】
[What's more, Lin Qingsong and I have broken up. It doesn't matter whether he finds someone to marry or not. 】
Qin Yiyi replied: [You two should stop torturing each other. I want you to come back early and speak clearly to him. 】
Jian Fangshu hesitated: [I was sorry for him back then, and now I have no position to interfere in his love life. 】
Qin Yiyi couldn't help but call her: "Xiao Shu, why do you shrink back when you encounter Lin Qingsong? If he doesn't have you in his heart, why does he keep looking for a substitute? Don't think I can't see it. This Ren Zixian was found based on your temperament."
Jian Fangshu was silent for a moment and then said, "Don't go too far. The matter between Lin Qingsong and I has nothing to do with this girl."
"I'm not making trouble. It's not me who reported it." Qin Yiyi muttered, "Don't you want to know who Lin Qingsong is with now?"
Jian Fangshu stopped talking. Of course she wanted to know who was next to Lin Qingsong now.
Qin Yiyi followed the temptation again: "You know yourself and the enemy. What's more, I don't do anything. At most, I can help you find out the enemy's situation in advance."
…
The incident about Ren Zixian's disorderly behavior and self-degradation caused quite a stir in the school.
The life of students is too boring, and they will naturally become extremely angry when encountering such unspoken injustices.
But one day, the school forum was filled with posts criticizing Ren Zixian.
Ren Zixian was a new student, and even though she was pretty, no one spoke for her, which made it more likely that she had gone through the back door.
Zeng Rong and the others gossiped about this matter and targeted her everywhere, as if Ren Zixian had really seized their and the professor's spots.
Ren Zixian was targeted and could only read some materials in the laboratory every day to prepare papers, but could not get started.
Instead, Qin Yiyi came to her every day.
""Restoration and Framing of Ancient Books"?" Qin Yiyi saw clearly the book in Ren Zixian's hand.
It is not unfamiliar material to students of cultural relic conservation and restoration.
This is written by the director of the cultural relic restoration factory himself, which is equivalent to an encyclopedia of restoration of calligraphy and painting cultural relics.
But because it is so comprehensive, a lot of knowledge is just the basics for getting started.
This book was asked by the teacher to read when I was a freshman in order to understand the common sense of cultural relic restoration.
When Zeng Rong heard Qin Yiyi's words, he snorted coldly: "Sure enough, he is half-assed. He has never even read such a basic book."
I have heard even uglier words than this in the past few days. Ren Zixian just pretended not to hear it and said to Qin Yiyi: "I saw this book on Professor Mo Wen's desk, so I found it to read. Even if Teachers like Professor Wen seem to be half-assed..."
"You're so messy!" Zeng Rong was scolded and was so angry that he slapped the table and stood up.
Over the past few days, Zeng Rong had run against Ren Zixian many times, openly and secretly, but Ren Zixian had not expressed any reaction.
But now he is retorting, which shows that the clay figurine is also quite angry.
Ren Zixian pushed the book aside and looked directly into Zeng Rong's eyes: "You don't have to be weird there. If I have any problems, Professor Mo Wen can still let me stay here?"
Zeng Rong let out a contemptuous laugh from his nose: "We got here seriously, it's like someone climbed into someone's bed."
