Seeing that persuasion was futile, Song He raised his arm and let Ding Ruola take the form.
When Ding Ruola walked to the door and was about to close it, she heard the teacher suddenly shout.
"I'll need to sign four or five more forms later. I hope you can be quicker."
She sneered. The teacher was really childish. He could even come up with such a lie that only worked on kids.
Ding Ruola looked at the form in her hand and then at Song He's signature in the bottom right corner. She instantly felt that she was one step closer to the truth.
Little did she know that this was just the beginning!
She went to the Academic Affairs Office and handed the form to the teacher sitting in the office. The teacher took a look, and there was nothing wrong with the form.
"Did you bring a USB flash drive?"
The teacher's lazy voice reached Ding Ruola's ears. She tilted her head and looked at the teacher's computer screen.
There were two selected folders on it. One was labeled "Academic Affairs Office", and the other was labeled "Dean of the Political and Educational Affairs Office".
Ding Ruola comforted herself - these must just be materials.
After she copied the files to the USB flash drive, the teacher opened the forms one by one and explained to her how to fill them out.
After dealing with these five files, there were still two 2000 - word applications, one for the Academic Affairs Office and the other for the dean.
Ding Ruola looked at these files, then hugged the USB flash drive and returned to the dormitory. She sat in front of the computer and filled them out all at once. All that was left was to get Song He's signature.
Since Song He had signed the first one, it should be no problem for the rest.
The most difficult part now was the two applications. She searched on Baidu but couldn't find a satisfactory one.
She had to rack her brains and come up with the words one by one like squeezing toothpaste.
"It never seems quite right."
After finally writing one, she could only use it as a draft. Ding Ruola copied the draft twice.
After all the materials were ready, she printed out all the documents and took them to Song He.
Song He was straightforward. He simply signed his name on the stack of documents.
Ding Ruola was overjoyed. Such a simple thing, yet they kept obstructing her. She couldn't think of a reason other than there being some shady business going on.
After she submitted the materials to the right offices, the teachers in charge of the Political and Educational Affairs Office and the Academic Affairs Office both asked Ding Ruola to leave her phone number.
"Wait for the notice. Then come here with your tutor."
Ding Ruola was overjoyed. During the break, she contacted Song He. "Mr. Song, the Political and Educational Affairs Office said that after the notice comes out, we two should go there together!"
"I know, but you'll be disappointed."
The man on the other end of the phone spoke clearly and precisely. To Ding Ruola, his voice sounded all jumbled up in her ears.
In the following days, she just studied hard and waited for the school's notice.
After waiting for about a week, this matter was like ripples on a lake. They rippled for a while and then completely disappeared.
Ding Ruola went there again. The answer from the Academic Affairs Office was that there were mistakes in the application, and it had been rejected. She needed to prepare the materials again.
When Song He saw Ding Ruola come to him for his signature again, he still said a few words, trying to persuade her to give up.
Naturally, Ding Ruola would not give up. If she were so easy to give up, how could she have chased after that extremely cold - blooded finance professor, Fang Siyan!
"I'll say hello to the teacher there. Come to the Asian Asset Management Class after class!"
Song He was making a concession.
He looked up at Ding Ruola, who was sweating slightly from running around.
The baby hairs in front of the girl's forehead were sticking to her forehead because of the sweat. Her eye sockets were flushed, and her eyes were a bit dazed from being too tired.
Ding Ruola couldn't see her current appearance. She looked just like a drunk girl.
Song He thought that Ding Ruola was so stubborn about checking her exam papers because she just wanted to return to the Asian Asset Management Class. Actually, it wasn't difficult for her to come back for classes.
Naturally, Ding Ruola would not be tempted by such a small gain. She firmly refused.
She had her pride. She must return to the Asian Asset Management Class in a proper way. It was better not to return in name only.
Ding Ruola wrote the application again. During this period, she completely forgot about Fang Siyan.
If she hadn't seen Fang Siyan when she got home at night, she might have even forgotten that there was such a person as Fang Siyan in the world.
"Baby! Ruoruo?"
Ding Ruola was sitting at the dinner table, beside Fang Siyan, still thinking about the matter of checking the exam papers.
A bowl of ordinary white porridge in front of her had been stirred back and forth by her for a quarter of an hour.
Fang Siyan had been sitting in one position, watching Ding Ruola stir the white porridge.
"It doesn't matter. The teachers in the ordinary finance class are also very good."
He naturally knew about the release of the results of the Asian Asset Management Class in the School of Economics and Management. He also knew that Ding Ruola had been assigned to the ordinary class.
"I..."
Ding Ruola put down the spoon in her hand, glanced at Fang Siyan, and suddenly stood up. "Lao Fang, do you believe me?"
"Believe you. I'll always believe you!"
Hearing Fang Siyan's answer, Ding Ruola hugged his face and kissed him several times.
"I'm going to study!"
Although she said she was going to study, in fact, she went back to her room to revise the application because it had been rejected again.
She had submitted it several times. The reason for the rejection this time - there were corrections on the application.
She carefully copied it again, stroke by stroke.
She sandwiched the application in a folder as if it were a precious treasure.
Later in the evening, Fang Siyan saw that the light in Ding Ruola's room was still on.
He gently pushed open the door. The room was still bathed in white light. Ding Ruola had fallen asleep on the writing desk.
Under her arm was the History of World Economics, and there was still a pen in her hand. Presumably, there were the design drafts in the folder beside her.
The workload was really too heavy. Fang Siyan felt a bit heart - broken just looking at her.
He carried the girl to the bed. He originally planned to leave, but seeing the restless girl in the bed, he finally lay down beside Ding Ruola.
The first thing Ding Ruola did when she woke up the next day was not to be surprised by Fang Siyan lying beside her. Instead, she quickly got dressed, washed up, and then hugged her books and the application and rushed to school.
Suspicious!
Fang Siyan couldn't quite understand Ding Ruola's actions these days. Was she deliberately avoiding him?
He tried hard to recall. They hadn't even had a chance to talk in the past few days. He should not have had the chance to do anything wrong.
"Looks like I need to go to the school."
He simply packed up and briefly explained his work to the company.
Naturally, Ding Ruola failed again this time. The teacher in charge of the Academic Affairs Office was a bit confused.
"Obviously, the Student Affairs Office doesn't want to handle this. It's meaningless for you to keep coming like this."
The Student Affairs Office was the place that managed students' courses and part - time jobs. After hearing what the teacher from the Academic Affairs Office said, Ding Ruola looked a bit embarrassed.
She began to think that the school was passing the buck like this because Song He was causing trouble.
Just as she was thinking about going to confront Song He, Song He called her.
"Come to my office!"
What did Song He want from her all of a sudden?