Ning Yi was shouted by him, shook his spirit, threw him a resentful look, stood up and walked out.

Restless, she forcibly pressed the knot in her heart with some irritability, and looked at the students of B University who came and went silently thinking, although the old mother was verbose, what she said was really good. As a small normal college, they can be said to be lucky to be able to associate with B University.

Ning Yi occasionally heard someone complaining about the school, licking his face and going to B to be embarrassed, and he had to engage in activities with others, which made everyone uneasy. But she doesn't think so, she has an instinctive yearning for higher education in her heart, and she has an indescribable envy for the academic resources there. Because of her lame math in the college entrance examination, she couldn't go to a very good university, so she could only barely get into an ordinary undergraduate teacher. Over the years, her envy of a good school was like a thorn in her throat, and it hurt more and more.

Ning Yi is not angry, never complains, and does not deliberately belittle.

She thought about going to graduate school and changing schools, but studying education for a long time did not make her one step closer to her dream, and continuing to study science in depth would only drain her brain.

She wanted to write articles.

It's ridiculous to say, she rarely talks about such dreams. Because this is tantamount to the cowhide in composition class when I was a child, and the same nonsense as "I want to be a scientist, I want to be an astronaut".

What's more, her mediocre results in the college entrance examination can only support her to come to this little normal and finally go to primary school to become a teacher.

The hobby and dream she pressed in her heart was like the school gate of B University, as if it would never be possible. She could go in and print it, eat and go to the playground, but it wasn't her school, and she couldn't be given a gilded diploma. It's like she can work hard to write and submit, but no one will really give her a chance and platform to fulfill her dream.

There is a weak heart, and it is out of reach.

But Ning Yi is a positive and optimistic person, although he was suddenly betrayed and fell out of love, and he was continuously rejected. She still feels that there is no way out.

She's happy with that. is like Xiao Qiang, who can't be beaten, even if he is in pain and depressed to death on the surface, he is still firm in his heart.

Ning Yi tugged at the corners of his mouth, looked at those students of B University who were in and out, and thought of Xiao Xuan, who had just met by chance, each of them had a face full of confidence in the future, but there was no arrogance in their eyes. She suddenly felt that the future was long. The road is three thousand, as long as you are willing to work hard and have a direction, what kind of road to take is not the same way? Cheng Hang, let's see.

Ning Yi secretly made up his mind and said with concern: "Old Mother Jin, is our school responsible for PPT?" Don't have any problems, I will be responsible for the manuscript this time, and I will definitely write a manuscript that satisfies you. ”

Jin Wenlang was taken aback by her sudden change of attitude: "Why are you so weird and nervous, can a broken love really make a sunny gourd become a dark seventh brother?" It's amazing...... PPT, don't worry, I've let it go several times, no problem. ”

Ning Yi was dazed for a moment before he reacted, the Dark Seven Little Brother was the Seventh Baby who was snatched by the snake spirit and used the Dan Furnace to refine the blackened Seventh Baby. She wondered why Jin Wenlang got to the position of student union president, and did he rely on his naïve brain in the second secondary school?

Wouldn't it be more suitable for Hu Yue'er, the second middle school in their dormitory. Is it still Jin Wenlang's turn?