Watching him leave in a hurry, Youyou scratched his head and looked at the cards placed on the table. The gains far outweighed the efforts. The little guy felt a little embarrassed.

So she shouted at the figure who was about to walk out of the door: "Classmate Xie Fanqing, I have a prescription for treating hair loss, do you want it?"

Her voice made all the students in the audience look over curiously. They didn't understand what she meant by this.

Talking about their special departments, especially the South Campus, a group of people are engaged in research and scientific research. Because they use their brains for a long time, baldness and hair loss are common. Just say Chu Xiu. He obviously has the face of an artistic youth, but because of his hair loss, he looks more than ten years older in an instant.

But Xie Fanqing is only fourteen years old, and his hair is so thick that it can’t be related to baldness!

Unexpectedly, when Xie Fanqing heard this, he became even more angry. He couldn't suppress his temper and turned around and shouted:

"Jiang Youyou, if you lose, you lose. You don't have to humiliate me like this,"

Youyou felt it was baffling. She just saw that this guy had been sick before and might have lost his hair frequently because of it. She wanted to give him a prescription to treat hair loss. How could it be an insult to him?

She angrily let Mu Leng lead her out, while the senior brothers comforted her:

"Little junior sister, don't be angry, Xie Fanqing has such a bad temper!"

"Let's go, there is a big store in our school, and many things are sold in it. Whatever you like, little junior sister, the senior brothers will buy it for you!"

Youyou's big eyes lit up, and then she said angrily: "You don't need to buy it from brothers, use the card he gave you."

The little guy puffed up his round cheeks, hum! Why doesn't she use the card she earned through her own skills?

As she passed by the crowd, the students all said hello to her in a friendly way, including many teachers. Xie Fanqing's instructor touched Youyou's pigtails: "The little girl is great!"

Youyou smiled politely: "Thank you, teacher."

Pan Yijun, Youyou's tutor, was not only very proud at this moment, but he also wanted to deliberately show off in front of his old colleagues: "Hey, Youyou, we casually defeated classmate Xie Fanqing, Teacher Wang, won't you be unhappy!"

Teacher Wang glanced sideways at Pan Yijun, held up his glasses and said with a smile: "What's the point? Fan Qing is too arrogant, he should suffer some setbacks!"

In short, Youyou became famous in Ankang University on the first day she arrived.

……

Chang Wangshu turned off the live broadcast, rubbed his forehead with his hand and lay on the back of the chair, but he couldn't help but think of the scene where Youyou easily defeated Xie Fanqing just now.

I sighed in my heart, this little girl is not only smart but also so beautiful. When she grows up...

Thinking of what she and her husband had been worrying about for so many days, something moved in her heart.

She had met Youyou by chance before at Haicheng Shuiyue's concert, and for a moment she had the idea of ​​adopting the child. It was just that there was a huge crowd at that time, and something happened after returning to the imperial capital, so she forgot about it for a while.

At this time, Feng Yu just called: "When do you get off work, I will pick you up."

"I'm here at school, nothing happens." After a pause, she said: "Husband, I have taken a fancy to a particularly outstanding child today, and I want to adopt her."

Feng Yu sat up straight after hearing this and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. Ever since it was determined that Chang Wangshu could not give birth and several in vitro fertilization attempts failed, the two had had many quarrels over the child.

He and Chang Wangshu were influenced by Western culture and took the matter of having children very lightly, but Mr. Feng refused and ordered him to have his own biological child to inherit the family. For this reason, he even forced them to divorce. After several quarrels, the old man finally compromised and allowed them to adopt children from the clan.

But Chang Wangshu disagreed life and death, and she wanted to file for divorce as soon as she mentioned this matter.

"Husband, you don't know, that child is really smart. He has already entered the innovation group when he was only five years old, and even surpassed Xie Fanqing easily!"

"Is it the kid from Xie's parents' room?" Feng Yu became a little interested.

Hearing Chang Wangshu talk about the competition just now, he also thought that this kid was pretty good. All the people in the innovation group were really capable, and everyone had to respect them when they met them. Thinking about it this way, this child is indeed worthy of their adoption.

"Okay, if you like it, then keep it, I will take care of the rest." The tone was ordinary, as if he was not deciding to adopt a child, but like he was discussing getting a pet.

"Well, hubby, you are so kind..."

After hanging up the phone, Chang Wangshu thought for a moment and called a male teacher who managed the archives. He wanted to inquire about Youyou's family situation first.

In this place where geniuses gather, her professional talent can only be considered average, but she can communicate! Almost all men in the entire department who have met her have a crush on her, so it is not difficult to find out about this.

The male teacher pulled up Youyou's file and sighed, "This child is a very poor student. His mother is self-employed and his father is still serving time in prison."

"Sorry, senior sister, I can only say so much. I cannot reveal the specific information of the student's family members."

When Youyou joined the special department, she had just left Ji's family. At that time, Ji Wanwan was opening a clothing store to sell clothes, and Jiang Boyan had not yet been released from prison. Ling Hansu applied for a subsidy for extremely poor students. Not only did she not have to pay tuition, but she was also given some living allowance every year.

Chang Wangshu raised his lips and smiled: "It's okay, I just like classmate Jiang Youyou so much."

She looked through Youyou's photos on the forum, her eyes shining with determination.

She has no power or influence, and her family conditions are still so poor. God is really helping her!

……

In a remote white building to the east of the school, a gray-haired old man stared at the pomelo in the projection light screen and paused for a long time.

I don't know how long it took, but he sighed deeply, with a complicated look on his face.

Turn around, walk to the bookshelf, open a hidden compartment, and take out a picture frame from it. Rough fingers caressed it gently.

This seems to be a graduation photo. The people in the photo are all young and smiling brightly at the camera.

Among them, a boy standing in the middle of the back row stands out the most, not only because of his outstanding foreign trade, but because there are always people who can make you spot him from the crowd just by standing there.

The old man's hand finally came to rest on a boy and girl standing in the corner, quietly holding hands.

……

Youyou went to the school’s big store that the seniors mentioned. It was indeed quite big and had everything you need for daily use.

Youyou picked a few packs of snacks and a small gift for her brothers and sisters, so she didn't swipe the card given by Xie Fanqing this time.

After all, what's the point of using other people's money to buy gifts for senior brothers and sisters?

On the way out of the competition hall, Chu Xiu kept looking at her without wanting to speak.

After returning to the laboratory building and distributing the gifts to everyone one by one, the little guy finally couldn't help but ask: "Senior Brother, do you have something to tell me?"

Chu Xiu was a little embarrassed, "...cough...junior sister, do you really have a cure for hair loss?"


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