Dust sleeps in light years

Chapter 22

[one]
What words to use to describe disappointment.The singer I like became famous in the cafeteria of this university more than ten years ago. He brought sincerity and vigor with little applause.As night fell, perhaps he once sat on a stone boat without a single star, smelling the fragrance of green grass, listening to the sound of books flowing from the stone steps of the temple, and watching the weeping willow stretching its long arms and transforming into a poet under the lake.

After healed his frustration, he smiled with relief, and suddenly realized that this is a campus with a unique character - full of thought, rationality, and spiritual tension.

He wasn't greeted with enthusiasm, but he wasn't disappointed either.The disappointment is that after more than ten years, I followed my footsteps to find this place, and this place has changed and is full of devastation.

"It's still the same question, where were you at [-]:[-] noon yesterday, and what were you doing?" "Eating in the cafeteria."

"Can anyone prove it?" "If Shen Peng hadn't committed suicide, everyone would be talking about another 'big event' right now.

There was a woman who claimed that she would not marry unless she was a boy from our school. Yesterday she went to the cafeteria to grab a meal and kissed a strange boy for show.There were two TV cameras following her.I'm not sure anyone can testify against me, because she had all the students' eyes on her. "Qiu He paused, as if in a daze, and did not speak again until the policeman was about to knock on the table to remind her.

"...If you ask the TV station for the pre-editing image, maybe you can find me, sitting there sadly, not a good background."

[two]
Two girls walked into the No. 45 dormitory building. One of them was dressed in a weird way. It was early summer but she was wrapped tightly. The dish was baked in the microwave; the other was much more normal than her, a cyan T-shirt with soot and dark powder graffiti on the chest, paired with hot blue jeans.But it still looks a bit weird, such a color is hard to find in summer clothes.

Everyone around is talking about Shen Peng's suicide, and Qiu He and Wu Mi are no exception. "Didn't she jump off the building because she couldn't bear the punishment? Why are you a suspect again?" "Shen Peng didn't commit suicide by jumping off the building. I sent half of the text messages when the accident happened, and the recipient was me. I was arrested last month. I fell down the stairs and broke my head, and I found out that it was related to Shen Peng after a casual search, plus she hasn't been sending text messages to harass me for a whole month, so there should be a record in the phone."

"They... suspect that you pushed her downstairs?" "Well. But I have checked the video of the cafeteria at that time, which proves that I was eating." "It's so ironic. I was originally the victim, but now I am the number one suspect." Wu Mi said unfairly, "Shen Peng's building is notorious for its poor signal. Every night, the window sills are full of light. You have to leave your phone outside the building to send text messages. It may have fallen downstairs by accident."

"...Did you know that her last text message was sent to me." "What?"

"It is said that after only typing seven words—'You and Gu Chuchu are actually'—there was an accident, and I couldn't guess what she wanted to say." Qiu He directly turned the doorknob and opened the door. Xue Tao was in the dormitory.

"Anyway, it's impossible to say anything good." After listening to the conversation between the two, it became clear that they were also discussing about Shen Peng, and Xue Tao interjected unobtrusively.

Qiu He didn't intend to gossip too much on this topic, and while putting down his bag, he patted Xue Tao: "I'm writing a new script, can you provide me with some material about college life?"

Xue Tao casually pointed to a thick bundle of school newspapers in the corner: "That's all my college life." Qiu He noticed that she was a little irritable today: "What's the matter?" I want to send him off but don’t want to, I can’t bear this kind of crying scene.” “Will he cry?”

"I'll cry." "I don't see it."

Xue Tao turned his head and gave her a hard look.Qiu He smiled and carried the bundle of school newspapers to his chair: "Aside from military training, do students still read these things?"

"No." Xue Tao recovered a little bit, "Have you ever sent it out to your class? Anyway, our class has never sent it out, and it is piled up in the conference room for cleaning."

"I know you still work hard." "I worked hard to protect the research. If I can keep the research as the dormitory head, I will squeeze out Guo Shujie as the dormitory head." When she said this joke, she looked at Guo Shujie's seat, but the other party not there. "Is the research institute rated?"

"Anyway, no one in the Youth League Committee is in front of me. I can't guarantee all the members of the Student Union. The Youth League Committee has always been stronger than the Student Union. Except for the miscellaneous people looking for connections, seven or eight places can at least be guaranteed. I think I basically It's decided, but Qian Xiaoyi from the student union is probably also determined. Why can't she go abroad? Hey-speaking of it, I heard a rumor that you applied for parole from the school? Go back to Shanghai ?seriously?"

"You just applied yesterday afternoon, you already know, what a smart person." "No...the key is why?" Qiu He looked down at the "Youth Daily" with the title written on every page, smiled, and didn't answer. . "Qiu He—" Guo Shujie called in from outside the dormitory door, "Ye Xuan is on the phone." When Qiu He came to him, Guo Shujie held up the receiver and handed it to her with a smile: "I just hung up on Zhang Hao and he called in."

"I told you to call on the cell phone. I didn't sit by the door. How troublesome it is to run over and stand to answer the phone." Qiu He said to Ye Xuan.

"Didn't you hear that Shen Peng fell off the stairs from his cell phone? The boys from the journalism department in the dormitory next door mourned for her. Do you want to hear it?"

"How do you listen to silence?" "Yes. You asked me to check the call records, how can I give you? Send text messages?" "Are there many?"

"Not much." "Then send a text message. I thought you would ask for credit for a meal or something."

"Is it okay? Hehe. Last time you ran away without saying a word. I was still scared. Who knows if you are angry."

"I ran away without saying a word because my head was thinking. Don't be angry, thank you for not being able to do so, then and now."

"Then I'll look for you in the dormitory around six o'clock." Qiu He went back to the dormitory and hung up the receiver. Seeing Guo Shujie staring at him with strange eyes, he simply sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and whispered, "Zeng Ye and Ye Xuan are fine." It was a holiday. It was Zeng Ye who wanted to find someone to beat me up. He happened to find Ye Xuan’s good friend in high school. You didn't do anything to me, Ye Xuan didn't want to harm her. Don't think about it."

"I didn't think so. It's none of my business anyway. I'm just curious about how you got along with Ye Xuan." "I didn't get along with him. I asked him to help me find out who made the next call." " Hehe, oh——" Guo Shujie finally laughed out, "He just said 'I am Ye Xuan, looking for my wife'. I think Qiuhe and you don't quite match the word 'daughter-in-law'." Qiuhe stood up with a bit of a headache: "Then you still look for me."

[three]
In the office, a boy was angrily asking the academic affairs teacher: "Why do you have to choose one of the three options for postgraduate education, going abroad and working? Other schools do not have such regulations. What benefits can the school gain from such restrictions?" Don't raise it, just ignore it: "It's not good, but it's stipulated every time."

Qiu He hesitated at the door until the academic affairs teacher got tired of the boy, ignored him, and beckoned her in: "What do you want?"

"Do you remember me? Qiu He, the film history class was re-selected last semester." Seeing that the academic affairs were still blank, Qiu He continued, "You scored zero for the general elective class. I ask to be realistic and cancel it." This course, because I am now applying for postgraduate insurance, I can't fail the course."

"Oh, this problem...it's not okay, I can't log out." "But..."

"It's been so long now, how can I change it for you? Let alone now, even at that time, I didn't have the right to change the students' scores."

"But you corrected the zero score at that time." "Impossible, I haven't corrected it. All the scores are given by the teacher and I input as much. If you have any questions, you can ask the teacher. It's useless to tell me." Showing an attitude of not wanting to continue the topic, he clicked the mouse randomly and pretended to look at the computer, "Qiu He...your name is Qiu He, oh——you missed the physical test this semester, and you can't graduate if you miss the physical test, you know? What security research."

"I was injured a while ago, and I have a sick note..." "The sick note is useless. If you take a physical education class this semester, you must take the physical examination organized by the physical examination department. If you have a sick note, the physical education teacher can postpone the exam for you. But if you miss the physical test, you will miss it. It is impossible to move so many instruments and so many people again just for you alone."

"Teacher, you don't have to worry about me. I can solve this problem myself. You just need to help me cancel the film history course."

"First, why are you applying for postgraduate insurance even if you have a problem graduating? Second, I can't cancel you. You can go." The academic affairs officer waved her and called in the next student who was waiting outside the door. .

Qiu He stepped back into the shadows aside knowingly, stuffed the application form into his bag, glanced indifferently at the still frowning dean with an impatient face, turned and walked out of the office with a blank expression.

Coming out of the office building, Qiu He sent a text message to Xue Tao: "Will Teacher Zhu come to your department today?"

Xue Tao quickly replied: "He asked me to go to the editor-in-chief's office in the afternoon to submit an interview draft to him." "Didn't you say what time it is?" "No. So I plan to go after class at 04:30."

The time was not emphasized, which means that he should be in the editor's office all afternoon.In the afternoon, the school's normal working hours are exactly two o'clock. Qiu He looked at his watch, and it was 01:30.It took her only 5 minutes to walk to the office building where the Youth League Committee Propaganda Department was located, but instead of going upstairs, she walked back a certain distance and sat in the shade of a tree to wait.

Teacher Zhu appeared slowly at [-]:[-]. Just as he was about to enter the shady corridor, he was stopped by Qiu He from behind.

He turned his head, adjusted his glasses, and then smiled: "Huh? Qiuhe, let's go to the editor-in-chief's office and sit down."

"No, I have something to ask for your advice." Qiu He made a gesture of stretching five fingers, "It only takes 5 minutes, just talk here."

If he received a call from the other party, Mr. Zhu might just find a reason for his busy work and prevaricate it with "contact another day".But in the case of face-to-face, "it only takes 5 minutes"-although this matter cannot be said in front of the students in the editor-in-chief's office, it will inevitably cause trouble-but it is still difficult for him to refuse in person: "Okay. What's the matter?" Go to the tree-lined path where Qiuhe is.

Qiu He first briefly explained the matter of changing course selection to grades and restricting postgraduate guarantees, and then probed: "I don't know much about the school system. Does the undergraduate teaching affairs department of our department have the right to modify grades?"

"Yes, but when you meet her—" Mrs. Zhu snorted coldly, "It's troublesome. The biggest characteristic of this woman is that she doesn't do business, and finds trouble when she has nothing to do. She always feels that she is the most serious, and others do it There are tricks in everything. Xue Tao is such an excellent student, I reported to your department for the scholarship and research quota. It must be beneficial to accept students. Qiuhe, you know the situation of our department best, who else can you find better than Xue Tao?" As he spoke, he became angry himself.

Qiu He was not surprised by this, she just echoed vaguely, and then brought the topic back to her own affairs: "You mean, she has the ability and responsibility to do this general elective course, but she won't help me?"

"She can do it. Now the computer system can't be changed. She just needs to go to the Head Office to explain the situation. But she will definitely not do it for you. There are a few graduates from your school who made troubles over such things. Go, it’s all over in the end.”

"That's why I came to you, you have to help me this time, I have died unjustly." Teacher Zhu thought for a while: "How about this, you write an explanatory material, and I will help you to bring it to Principal Qi. Whether this matter is big or small..." He hadn't finished his official speech when there was an extra stack of A4 papers in front of him.

"I've already written it." Teacher Zhu was taken aback, and turned the material to his own direction to look at some parts, which Qiu He didn't make clear just now——

Film History is a compulsory course in our department, 4 credits.At the beginning of the semester, the teacher mistakenly filled in the course selection system as 2 credits, so the academic affairs teacher notified the whole class to choose another general elective course with the same name from the same teacher to offset the other 2 credits, but soon the teacher corrected the required course to 4 credits , since the school’s withdrawal period has passed, most students cannot withdraw from the class online in time, so the academic affairs teacher asked the class representative Hu Liwei to count the list of students who have not withdrawn from the class, and the academic affairs teacher will withdraw the class uniformly.

However, Hu Liwei, the class representative, intentionally omitted my name, which resulted in me not returning the elective course of film history until the end of the semester... When the second semester started, the academic affairs teacher suddenly informed me that "the grade of the elective course must be changed to 0, and The grades of professional courses maintain the points given by the teacher (that is, 60 points)", the reason is that "more credits are counted, which is unfair to other students".

... I have discussed with the academic affairs teacher several times but failed.During this process, I thought that the teaching affairs teacher was deliberately protecting my competitor Hu Liwei, which was unfair, so I had a dispute with the teaching affairs teacher.The academic affairs teacher kept saying that she had no right to change the score, but the current score of 0 was precisely changed by her without the consent of the teacher in charge.Taking advantage of his position in this way to manipulate students' credits, not to mention the motives, the power he holds is not under the leadership of the school.Urge institutions to strengthen supervision in this regard, so as not to breed corruption.

The focus of this appeal letter is obviously on "corruption violations" and "deliberate favoritism". This matter is no longer a question of whether to change the credits of a certain course.Teacher Zhu noticed that Qiuhe displayed words such as "most of the classmates" and "intentional omission" in bold font.The purpose of her coming to her was not to help out with ideas, but to help deliver this letter to Vice President Qi.She expected that he would be very willing to hand over this letter, and this already prepared letter did not begin with "Principal Qi:", but "Leaders of the School Disciplinary Committee:".

Teacher Zhu nodded with a smile, put the letter in an envelope and put it away.

[Four]
There was still a long time before dinner, and Qiu He stayed in the dormitory while writing the script outline and flipping through the school magazines collected by Xue Tao.Although Xue Tao kept saying "just for the sake of research", her motives were not pure, but it did not affect her talent.More recently, it became more and more obvious that only a small part of the interviews were not fake bureaucratic accents and indifferent journals. They showed an extremely serious sense of responsibility. Every time I looked up, the interviewer was always Xue Tao.

Thinking of Mr. Zhu's evaluation just now: "You know the situation of our department best. Who else can you find who is better than Xue Tao?"

From different angles, the definitions are completely opposite.

Qiu He simply read every manuscript written by Xue Tao carefully. She read one of them repeatedly and felt that something was very wrong.It was an exclusive interview with an outstanding professor when I was just in my junior year, and later this column became a classic in the school magazine. The first article was written by Xue Tao, and the interviewee was Professor Yang Yuntian, who was also Yang Chrome's father.

The whole article is not quite like Xue Tao's usual style. The complicated description of the teacher's appearance, posture, and gestures makes the article unbalanced in detail and greatly reduces the objectivity of the interview.After reading it, I don't know the topic.Qiu He almost wondered whose ghostwriting it was.

She turned on the computer and checked the school schedule, and found a general elective course taught by Yang Yuntian. It was the current time, and the course was already halfway through.Without hesitation, Qiu He packed up the desktop and left the dormitory, and ran to the audio-visual building. Fortunately, he sat in the last row of the classroom to listen in between two classes.

In the second class, Yang Yuntian spent 10 minutes introducing a new essay written by a professor of the Chinese Department of the same school, one of which was written by "Colleague Yang Yuntian". "I am not like this".Two-thirds of the students at the bottom were absconding, and one-third followed suit with a smile. Including Qiu He, they all thought the teacher was really cute.

When he officially started his lecture, Qiu He wanted to listen for a few minutes, then sneaked out through the back door, but unknowingly overheard the end of the get out of class.

(End of this chapter)