As soon as she finished listening to what he said, Jian Anran stood up with a bang, and the notebook originally placed on her lap slipped down with a clatter.
Her cheeks were redder than before, and Jian Anran was obviously a little anxious.
Wen Siheng is currently the only person in the department who can speak for her, and Jian Anran doesn't want her only hope to be disillusioned.
"I don't believe Mi Yingying, but I believe you." Seeing her anxious look, the other party lowered her head and laughed softly.
"From now on," Jian Anran was a little annoyed, "please don't gasp when you speak."
…
I heard that Xiangyi's condition was much better than yesterday. After work, Wen Siheng specially called Song Qi and Jian Anran, wanting to buy some flowers and fruits to visit her.
The main purpose is to explore her tone of voice.
Let's see what Xiangyi thinks about this matter, and what attitude and views she holds towards Mi Yingying now.
Following the location given to Wen Siheng by the Vice-President, the group quickly found Xiangyi's ward.
Wen Siheng took the lead, knocked on the door, and led them in.
Jian Anran's grandma was once admitted to a hospital, and there were a total of eight patients in the ward.
Each patient is accompanied by one or two accompanying family members, plus friends, colleagues, and relatives who come to visit from time to time. The entire eight-person room is packed and bustling with people.
The sound of conversation, the sound of TV, and the sound of mobile phones make it look like a wet market.
When I opened the ward with the word "Xiangyi" written on it, I saw soft sunlight coming in from the window. The ward was very clean and spacious.
There was only one hospital bed in the huge room. On one side was a cabinet filled with flower and fruit plates, and on the other side were real-time testing instruments.
The pleasant voice of the female anchor came from the TV. It was a local news station, and it happened to be broadcasting the grand opening of the exhibition hall project they had done on the day.
The Prime Minister, who was sitting on the sofa by the window, saw them first, nodded and said hello to them.
"Senior Xiangyi, are you feeling better?" Jian Anran stood up and said.
Song Qi is usually just a piece of wood. If you push him, he will barely move.
Although Wen Siheng's EQ and IQ are both top-notch, he doesn't like the one who asks for help the most.
After thinking about it, Jian Anran felt that she really had to take over the burden of saying such polite words.
"Where's Mi Yingying?" She didn't want to give them any face, so Xiangyi took the lead.
This name seemed to trigger some mechanism of the Vice Chancellor. He stood up and looked at them from side to side.
"Why didn't she come! After beating someone like this, she..." The Vice Chancellor's anger was getting stronger.
It was Jian Anran who stopped her in time, "Senior Mi Yingying was also quite frightened. I heard she couldn't get out of bed since yesterday."
"Hmph! The perpetrator is so embarrassed..." The Vice Chancellor wanted to say something again, but Wen Siheng "coughed" twice, indicating that there were students next to him.
It is indeed somewhat inappropriate to say such words from a leader like him.
Jian Anran understood immediately that Xiangyi's unforgiving words may be due to some family inheritance.
In the past, the contact with the Vice-President was limited to his speeches on stage every school year. This time, they met twice in private. Jian Anran felt that Xiang Yi's words, deeds, and conversation were simply the pretty girl version of the Vice-President.
"I heard that she applied for a group transfer?" Xiangyi said with a pout. She was obviously not very satisfied with the result.
"She mentioned this matter yesterday..." Wen Siheng was about to explain when he was interrupted by Xiangyi.
"If you look at me again and you don't like me, then you will hit someone again. It is said on the Internet that you can only hit someone zero times or countless times. I think people with such violent tendencies are..."
Xiangyi became more and more arrogant as she spoke. Just as she was voicing her opinions, Jian Anran suddenly shouted: "Senior sister."
Her voice was so loud that Xiangyi was obviously startled.
"It's true that Senior Sister is injured, but Senior Sister also knows that Senior Sister Mi Yingying didn't intend to take action in the first place."
"You haven't planned to take action yet? Are you kidding me? Why did she change the team before she took action?" Xiangyi said, turning his head to look at the Vice Chancellor, "Does she think this matter is as simple as her changing team?"
The Vice Chancellor understood what she said and nodded solemnly, affirming her statement.
"Even if she doesn't have to drop out of school, wouldn't everyone still be working and going to school on the same floor after changing to another group? It would be so embarrassing to look up and not see down."
"Why should you drop out of school? Why should you give up this precious opportunity for admission?" Jian Anran immediately retorted.
Her eyes briefly paused on the Vice President, and then she said: "It's different from the senior sister who has excellent grades and obtained postgraduate qualifications during her undergraduate studies."
"Senior Mi Yingying relied on her own hard work and took two exams before she was admitted to Luo University as a graduate student."
"Senior sister knew that she didn't intend to do anything at first. She was clearly senior at that time..."
"You guys!" Seeing that Jian Anran was about to continue revealing the truth, Xiangyi stopped her.
"Is this a case of expressing the same hatred to the outside world? I have been beaten like this, and you still want to tell lies with your eyes open, just making excuses for her violent behavior?" Xiangyi said, pouting in grievance.
Mouth.
Upon seeing this, the Vice Chancellor on the side immediately stopped dealing with him and walked to Xiang Yi's bedside. He gave Jian Anran a cold look and said, "I have long heard that there are cliques in the office. It seems that what is being spread in the department,
It’s not just spreading without any basis.”
"This is nothing..." Just as he was about to stand up and argue, he felt his sleeves being pulled strongly.
Jian Anran looked down and saw that it was Wen Siheng who reached out and pulled her cuffs.
He shook his head slightly, and it couldn't be easily detected without careful observation.
Wen Siheng was signaling to her, but no matter how much he argued, he couldn't resist Xiangyi's insistence that it was Mi Yingying who hit her.
Like a fallen leaf on a dry land, Jian Anran's momentum was extinguished. It was like a lump in her throat, and she was unable to speak for a long time.
"Have you ever thought about..." The person behind him suddenly spoke up. Song Qi had just followed behind him and had not made a sound from the beginning to the end.
Everyone looked at him in surprise. He kept his head lowered, his hands clenched tightly, and his joints turned white.
Speaking of which, if this incident in their office is compared to World War I, the scholarship selection was based on the uneven distribution of resources in capitalist countries at that time, and Song Qi's vote was the fuse of World War I, the Sarajevo incident.
Although there is no complete guarantee, even without Song Qi's vote, Mi Yingying and Xiangyi will eventually quarrel.
But it cannot be denied that their quarrel started with this vote.
To a certain extent, Song Qi, who has left his mark in this dispute, has only spoken out for the first time in a real sense.
"Although it was indeed wrong for her to intentionally hurt you, have you ever looked for the reason from yourself?"
