"The Asia Capital Experimental Class is your only chance to study finance this year."
"Okay..."
Ding Ruola put her hands behind her back, tilted her head and thought thoughtfully, "Got it. That means I have to pass the entrance exam for the Asia Capital Experimental Class. If I don't, I'll be kicked out!"
The girl wore a smile on her face and spoke in a light tone, as if she didn't take this matter seriously at all.
Song He raised his eyebrows and still had a smile on his lips.
It was Director Li standing beside them who stood up anxiously. He looked at Ding Ruola with kindness and high hopes in his eyes.
There was still a hint of worry between his eyebrows, just like a hard - working old mother sending her child to take the exam in June.
"Ruola, don't be afraid. Just study hard! If you really can't learn it, just come back. You're still the top student in our college."
"We'll always welcome you! Although you're about to graduate, you'll always be the legend of our college and an excellent senior sister to the juniors and seniors!"
Director Li stepped forward and patted Ding Ruola on the shoulder, smiling kindly.
"Hahaha, I know! Director Li, President Song! I'll study hard and surely live up to your expectations!"
Ding Ruola's eyes sparkled, as bright and confident as stars.
Director Li pursed his lips, frowned, and his eyes were full of words of encouragement: "Yes! Come on, classmate Ruola. I believe you can do it!"
Song He: "..."
Oh, give me a break! Overconfident? Blindly self - assured? A design student suddenly trying to study math? Ask a math teacher like him to do music. Isn't that just setting oneself up for failure? ...
After gathering the books she needed, Ding Ruola came to wait for Fang Siyan in front of the teaching office building.
Professor Fang got off work earlier than usual today.
By the time Ding Ruola arrived, Fang Siyan had already taken out his car from the garage. He was wiping the windshield with a rag.
The man was wearing a long, dark - gray overcoat and a high - necked white sweater inside.
The fluffy collar was pulled up high, holding up the man's chin. Fang Siyan's whole face looked even warmer, and even the stubble on his chin became extremely cute.
Seeing that the clothes she had chosen for Professor Fang fit him so well, Ding Ruola's mood instantly became even more cheerful, filled with a sense of accomplishment.
She threw herself into Fang Siyan's arms all of a sudden, like a light - footed kitten jumping into its owner's warm embrace.
The unique fragrance of the man filled her nostrils, faint and cool, like the smell of mint, extremely alluring.
Ding Ruola looked up uncontrollably and kissed Fang Siyan on the chin with a "smack".
"What's up, Ruoruo? Is there something happy?" Fang Siyan held the little woman in his arms. He just felt that his little wife seemed to be more lively than a few days ago.
The man lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, his tone full of indulgence.
Hearing this, Ding Ruola looked up, winked at Fang Siyan mysteriously, and pretended to be profound: "It's a secret!"
Ding Ruola stared her eyes round, pursed her lips slightly, and her serious and earnest look made Fang Siyan laugh: "Alright! You even have secrets..."
"Of course. Humph!"
"Let's not go home today. Let's have dinner outside and go somewhere." The car started. Fang Siyan glanced at his little wife in the rear - view mirror and asked for her opinion with a big smile on his face.
"Where are we going?" Ding Ruola, who had been looking at her phone, became instantly interested when she heard Fang Siyan's words. Her eyes sparkled.
"A place full of miracles." Fang Siyan hooked the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became deeper.
Ding Ruola: "..."
The car stopped in front of a hospital.
Getting out of the car, Ding Ruola looked a bit lost.
Thinking of something, she looked at Fang Siyan with worry and nervousness: "Lao Fang, has the wound on your back gotten worse again? Didn't you apply medicine every day?"
"Haha, no. We're here to visit some kids today." Closing the car door, Fang Siyan walked to Ding Ruola's side.
He smiled and stroked his little wife's hair, his eyes full of indulgence: "Over the past few years, our Clear Sky Charity Foundation has completed the rescue work for a total of 15,000 children with congenital heart disease in many places across the country."
"The rescue work here in the capital has also completed the last batch. The doctors are all top - notch professionals, and the success rate of the surgeries is very high. After the children recover, they're no different from ordinary people and can live normal lives."
The phone in his pocket rang. Fang Siyan glanced at it and put it back, then continued to explain to his little wife.
"Most of their surgeries are over. I'm here to see them, and I also want you to witness these miracles. Next, we'll focus on the treatment and assistance of children with leukemia."
Fang Siyan blinked his eyes, his gaze gentle. He wrapped the scarf around Ding Ruola's neck tighter.
Hearing this, Ding Ruola felt a sense of respect well up in her heart.
She just felt that Fang Siyan's image suddenly became even taller and more admirable, and she also felt a kind of sacred mission on her shoulders.
Professor Fang was not only the Lao Fang who always indulged her but also a hero dedicated to a great cause...
Half of Ding Ruola's face was wrapped in the scarf. She reached out and pulled it a couple of times to expose her whole little face.
Looking at Fang Siyan, she hooked the corner of her mouth: "Lao Fang, you're really amazing!"
But... while she was happily celebrating, she was also struggling with self - inferiority...
The smell of disinfectant in the hospital corridor hit them head - on. The postoperative observation ward for children with congenital heart disease was on the third floor of the hospital.
The entire third floor was filled with the wards of all the children in the last batch of this project.
The rooms were clean and quiet. Most of the children were three to five years old after the surgery. There were also some accompanying parents, and their emotions were extremely excited when they saw Fang Siyan.
Some of them held Fang Siyan's hand tightly with tears in their eyes; some burst into tears directly but were afraid of disturbing the children, so they covered their mouths and shed silent tears; some even wanted to kneel down when they saw Fang Siyan...
Ding Ruola stood beside Fang Siyan, looking rather complicated at this situation.
She looked at the face of the sleeping baby on the hospital bed. It was so fair, delicate, and rosy. Their peaceful sleeping faces were as beautiful as angels.
She stroked a child's face, and a smile slowly spread across Ding Ruola's lips.
It was Professor Fang's charity foundation that had saved the lives of these children, preserved these fresh lives, and the happiness of countless families.
Ding Ruola accompanied Fang Siyan from one end of the corridor to the other.
Some children were sleeping in bed, some were sitting in bed quietly getting an IV drip, and some had already gotten out of bed and were running around lively, circling around their legs...
When they reached the last room at the end of the corridor, they saw a somewhat older teenager sitting quietly by the window.
He was wearing a hospital gown and a mask on his mouth, quietly looking out of the window, as if lost in thought.
This child was obviously much older than the other babies lying in bed or running around on the ground. He looked like he was in his teens.