MTL - Atypical Heroine-Chapter 111 Ji Yu【6】

The day Ji Yu was discharged from the hospital, it was his mother who picked him up.

Her mother had just come from the airport in a friend's car with luggage in the trunk. When she got out of the car, she habitually changed into a pair of high heels and stepped on the floor tiles, which made people turn around.

"Mother."

Ji Yu screamed sweetly.

She loves her mother very much. Although she spends 300 days a year abroad to make money, it is also to provide her with the best medical environment. Although she gave birth to her younger brother soon after she was born...

Ji Yu has a younger brother who is only two years younger than her.

She probably felt sorry for her, even though she had another child, and even though she rarely saw each other, her mother was very protective and cherished to her.

When Ji Yu was a child, there was one thing that made a deep impression on him.

Her five-year-old brother mischievously snatched the doughnut from her hand and tried to scratch her hair.

My mother was working peacefully by the side, but when she saw this scene, her whole face suddenly turned hideous, and she shut her brother in the room and grabbed a wooden hanger, which made his hands swell into buns.

Ji Yu was so frightened that she didn't dare to speak at all. She will always remember the expression on her mother's face that day.

"…"

Ms. Chen immediately stretched out her arms to hug her, her voice was a little choked, but her face was still calm, "Baby, we're going home."

Ji Yu responded obediently, and the suitcase in her hand was picked up.

I got into the car and talked about the precautions after the operation. It was mainly Ms. Chen who asked and she answered.

Ji Yu suddenly remembered and asked, "Ji Jing said he doesn't know when he can go home?"

Her younger brother studied abroad in junior high school.

"Well, he has no living expenses, no money to buy a plane ticket," Ms. Chen put on sunglasses after getting in the car, with a smile on her lips, "Let's just wait for him to be repatriated."

Ji Yu: "...good mother."

—

After Ji Yu was discharged from the hospital, he officially returned to school.

It was only when she entered the school that she really felt the change of time, a feeling that time has passed. The loquat tree that was bearing fruit every year on the playground was dug up, and there was an intramural swimming pool in the school.

She had been taking a leave of absence from school before, the original class had already graduated, and the original class teacher had just become pregnant with her second child and was teaching the first year of high school.

Ji Yu transferred to the third grade class two years younger than himself and continued his studies.

She foolishly carried her backpack to school and took it out, only to find that the paint in her bag had long since dried up and turned into lumps of powder.

No way, send a message to Dad.

Ji Yu wanted him to pick her up earlier, so that he could buy paints and other things again before the cultural market closed.

Ji Fuwei saw the text message, but mistakenly thought that she was in a hurry to use paint, and quickly replied:

[Dad really can't go away, so I asked your doctor Xiao Zhao to buy it, and I'll bring it to you later. ]

"…"

The corner of Ji Yu's lips twitched, his fingertips quickly typed a series of words, and then deleted them all.

Her little doctor Zhao... ah.

After a while, Ji Yu raised his lips and replied:

[Ok, thank you dad. ]

—

No. 4 Middle School is the most famous art high school in the city.

Only when Zhao Ziyi gave her something, did she have a substantial feeling for her identity as a senior high school art student. Senior year? She looks quite similar, but her temperament is that of a mature adult.

However, it is normal for sick children to mature prematurely.

The access control of the fourth high school is strict.

Zhao Ziyi explained his intention, but the guard still refused to let her in. He also said that he would not help deliver the things, but he personally went to Ji Yu's classroom and called someone out to get it.

Ji Yu sat on the small bench and asked his classmates to borrow something, a painting was just about to start.

The doorman came knocking on the glass window.

…

Ji Yu was wearing a simple black T-shirt with a gray school uniform over it. The colors on the school uniform were very individual. They always use school uniforms as work clothes when they paint.

Facing the light and seeing her from a distance, the corners of Ji Yu's lips couldn't stop rising.

Zhao Ziyi was not wearing a white coat, and it seemed that he was asked to run errands during the break, carrying a plastic bag in his hand.

Inside is a box of gouache paint.

Ji Yu walked up to her, stood still, and the corners of his lips raised a bright arc, "Thank you sister—"

The protracted tone was somewhat mocking.

She told the guard that she was Ji Yu's sister.

Zhao Ziyi looked sideways, smiled helplessly, said nothing, and silently picked up the bag and handed it to her.

"I'm going back."

Ji Yu stopped him, "Are you in a hurry this afternoon?"

"It's not urgent, but..."

"That's all right," Ji Yu wanted to understand, and immediately raised his hand to support her arm, using her voice to block the guard's sight, "Sister, wait a minute."

Zhao Ziyi: "..."

She lowered her eyes and watched Ji Yu quietly take out a pen and a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket.

The paper unfolded and flattened, and it was an official leave request.

Avoiding the guard's gaze, she quickly wrote the date with a fountain pen.

Then Long Feifengwu wrote a name: Wang Daxiong.

Ji Yu put the pen back in his pocket, walked over with the fake note and handed it to the uncle guard, "Uncle, I asked for leave in the afternoon. Here's the note for you. My sister and I are going home."

"Okay." The guard roughly checked the fake slip and put it away.

—

Zhao Ziyi looked at Ji Yu who walked out of the school inexplicably, "Wang Daxiong?"

"Well, the name of my new head teacher," Ji Yu raised his hand and hooked her arm, "Have you been driving? Come with me to the cultural market."

"Isn't the paint I brought you wrong?"

"That's right, but...that's not enough for painting. My paint was almost dry to stone during those days in the hospital."

Zhao Ziyi thought she was in an emergency, so he nodded and asked, "Where did that fake note come from?"

"I drew it."

"Did you draw??

Ji Yu smiled, "What's the matter, don't you know that an artist can draw anything?"

"…"

Zhao Ziyi carefully recalled the counterfeit slip that he had just glanced at below, "Is it still stamped with a stamp? You also drew it?"

"Oh, it's not Zhang, that's what I carved."

The two walked to the place where Zhao Ziyi parked.

She paused for a while, and could only say, "...Then you're amazing."

Ji Yu smiled modestly, "No, no, it's just basic skills."

"The college entrance examination is coming soon," Zhao Ziyi counted the time and chatted, "Which school are you going to go to?"

"Big A."

It is a well-known art academy in China, but it is not the most first-class. She mainly plans this to be a local university. Ji Yu has nothing to do, he just wants to go to this school that the great gods use to guarantee the bottom line.

Zhao Ziyi thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Is there anything you want? I'll give it to you when you go to university."

Ji Yu opened the navigation, turned his face slightly, and smiled at her, "I don't want anything, if I want to say my wish... I just want to fall in love in college."

"…"

Zhao Ziyi drove forward without making a sound.

After a while, he said, "Then owe it first, and tell me what you want later."

"Okay," Ji Yu smiled lowly, "then I will thank my sister first."

—

The weather is getting colder.

Not only did Ji Yu have to prepare for the provincial joint entrance examination and the art examinations in various schools, but he also had to make up for the cultural lessons that he missed.

In the past, her health was not good, and her family had no requirements for her in this regard. The teachers also turned a blind eye to her schoolwork. Ji Yu's grades lived up to expectations and stabilized in the bottom three of the class.

So even if the art student's cultural exam is not difficult or difficult, for a scumbag like Ji Yu who doesn't study, it is still like climbing a mountain.

Just hurry up.

Ji Yu found that a change of heart seemed to subtly affect her character. How did she learn to become better? I used to get distracted after half an hour in class, but now I study for five hours alone, which is as relaxing as falling asleep.

And what to learn.

"…"

Ji Yu suddenly felt that if he repeated his studies for another year, he might be able to take the exam at Tsinghua University.

She quickly made up for the cultural class and concentrated on practicing her major.

Only painting skills are really not diligent at all.

Even a little step backward.

—

In the past few months, Ji Yu has been preparing for the exam wholeheartedly, and just chatting with Zhao Ziyi on WeChat every day.

She only stared at one school, so she didn't dare to be negligent. She didn't really breathe a sigh of relief until she passed the school exam.

…

The accommodation conditions in A is notoriously poor. Air conditioning has been installed in the past two years, but it is still a simple eight-person room with bunk beds. The home conditions of the students who study art are basically not bad. Everyone signs a waiver with the school and rents houses around the school.

Although Ji Yu is a local, his home is more than ten kilometers away from University A, and it takes half an hour to drive.

If you don't live on campus, it is most convenient to rent a house.

She wanted to rent a house outside, but was opposed by the whole family.

Grandma was especially exaggerated. She took out her bankbook and said that she would buy a house near the school and move the whole family. How can I let my baby granddaughter live outside alone? ? How dangerous!

Only her mother expressed her support for Ji Yu.

"…"

After dinner, Ji Fuwei called her over to talk: "Just stay at home. There are taxis all over the road now. If you reach out and stop it, you can definitely stop it in five minutes. If we can't stop the car, we will skip class."

"It's twenty minutes away, there's no need to live outside, it's not safe for a girl to be alone!"

"Dad, I heard from Xiao Gu last time that Zhao Ziyi also lives alone, in the South Champs? It's only two kilometers away from my school."

Ji Yu's abacus beads crackled: "It's not safe for her to live alone. I'll pay her rent and share her utility bills. We can go with us wherever we go at night. She should be very willing, right?"

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Yu stared, and said in a sure tone, "I want to live with her, you can tell me."

"Hehehe, you think it's pretty beautiful," Ji Fuwei said softly after a while of silly joy, "Daughter, it's not that your father doesn't help. Look at the car she drives, will she be someone who is short of rent money? ?"

"If it wasn't for lack of money, who would want to have another trouble at home, you say?"

"I'm not trouble," Ji Yu frowned and said in a low voice, "it's cute!"

Ji Fuwei nodded suspiciously, "Okay...Small, cute?"

"If you don't help me, I will do it myself."

Ji Yu took the mobile phone back to the room to make a call.

Ji Fuwei looked at her back and sighed, "I'm really still young, I don't understand the world at all, eh... I thought everyone in my family loves you, eh..."

He eh yo for a while.

He picked up the tea cup and took a few sips slowly.

A few minutes passed.

Ji Yu turned the phone and came out, in a very good mood.

"How is it, Dr. Zhao rejected you in a very euphemistic tone? Then he said that he would invite you to eat candy another day?"

"…"

Ji Yu took a deep breath, "She agreed."

"Tell me, there are empty rooms at home anyway,

I can live in it without paying my rent. "

"Dad, you must remember to give her my rent and living expenses tomorrow. She definitely doesn't want it, but if you want to force it, she won't accept it... Your daughter, I can only repay it in other ways."

Ji Fuwei: ? ? ?