Ji Zhichu stroked her forehead helplessly, looked around, and found that there was an old man standing on a bridge not far away, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly walked over there.

As it got closer and closer, Ji Zhichu realized that something was wrong, the old man's expression was a little painful, one hand seemed to be covering his heart, and his steps were a little vain.

Seeing that the old man was about to fall, Ji Zhichu hurriedly quickened his pace and ran over, holding the old man and asking with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

The old man became more and more painful, and laboriously pointed to his pocket, "Medicine ......"

Ji Zhichu nodded, she didn't have too many scruples at the critical moment, she took out a box of medicine from the old man's jacket pocket, "How many?" ”

"Three." The old man replied with some reluctance.

When Ji Zhichu heard this, she quickly opened the box, poured out three pills, and handed them over.

After the old man took the medicine, his face improved a lot, and he thanked Ji Zhichu, "Classmate, thank you." ”

Ji Qingrou replied with a smile: "You're welcome, I just happened to see it, and it is impossible for anyone to stand idly by." ”

The old man looked at Ji Zhichu and felt that her face was a little familiar, and asked, "You are a student of the fashion design department, right?" ”

"Hmm." Ji Zhichu nodded and asked with concern, "Do you need to go to the hospital to have a look?" ”

The old man waved his hand, "I've been sick for many years, so I don't need to go to the hospital." ”

"Well, then I'm going to class." Ji Zhichu touched her head a little embarrassed and asked, "Do you know how to get to the building of the fashion design department?" ”

"You don't know the way?" The old man's face was full of surprise, "Then do you know me?" ”

Ji Zhichu shook his head, smiled lightly, and said, "I have the first day of class today. ”

"I think I've seen you before."

"You may be seeing my sister, who I just came back from abroad."

The old man understood and showed her the way, "The fashion design department has been going from here ......"

When Ji Zhichu finally walked in front of the fashion design department building, there was no one outside, and when she looked at the time, it was too bad it was already eight o'clock and five minutes.

I finally found my classroom, and the students inside had arrived, and the teacher was standing on the podium with a serious face, lecturing.

Ji Zhichu walked to the door and made a "report." ”

The teacher was a middle-aged man, who looked very dignified and upright, he glanced at her lightly, then retracted his gaze and continued: "As a student, punctual attendance is the most basic courtesy, don't be like some transfer students, relying on their identity and background to think that they have privileges. ”

Ji Zhichu: "......"

Isn't it just five minutes late? can actually have something to do with privilege, who doesn't have a special thing to do with traffic jams on the road or something, she doesn't believe that they are not late for their class.

Seeing that the teacher had no intention of taking care of her, Ji Zhichu wanted to cry without tears, she had always been an honor student abroad, and she had never encountered such treatment.

In her three years abroad, she studied in two schools, the first year was the name that Ji Zhenggang gave her, it was an unknown university, but the teachers and classmates in the school were very good, and later she was sent to Parsons School of Design, a top university in country M, because of her excellent grades.

However, Ji Zhenggang and the others didn't know what happened later, and what was filled in on her resume was the unknown school before.

After the teacher spoke for a while, he said in a condensed voice: "Haida is an excellent university, you must persevere in your studies, don't embarrass the school, and start the exam now." ”