It was already eleven o'clock when Wei Chuan returned to the dormitory. The training ended at half past ten. After taking a shower in the training hall, it took half an hour to return to the dormitory.
Liang Heng and Li Zhuo were still playing games. When they saw him coming back, they hurriedly said: "Brother Chuan, this is the last game, you go to sleep first."
They did not dare to delay Wei Chuan's rest.
Wei Chuan said "Hmm". His phone was about to run out of battery. He connected it to charge and unexpectedly saw Meng Tang's message:
【I've almost learned basketball, so you don't have to waste time on me in the future. Your small wood carving has been delayed for long enough. I will get it done for you as soon as possible. I wish you good luck in the game. 】
Wei Chuan subconsciously clicked on the dialog box and didn't stop until he saw the time. At this point, she was probably already asleep.
Meng Tang had indeed gone to bed. He checked his cell phone the next morning and there was no reply from Wei Chuan.
She got up half an hour early and went to the playground for two rounds with four meal cards.
When I went back to bed, I brought four breakfasts.
She ate in a hurry, took a shower and went to class.
Page Today, during the all-day wood carving class, Meng Tang got out of the elevator and caught a glimpse of the teacher's back, which was one step ahead of her.
She silently quickened her pace. When she reached the door, a roar of "Who did this?" made her feet stop.
His heart skipped a beat, and Meng Tang's intuition was not very good.
She pushed the door open and went in. The manuscripts on the floor looked very familiar and were torn into pieces.
Meng Tang's head buzzed: "What's going on?"
The teacher looked back and sighed: "Meng Tang, you're here."
Meng Tang asked blankly: "Is this the manuscript I want to participate in the competition?"
The teacher nodded.
The girl closest to her said: "When we came in, we found the design drafts scattered on the ground. Meng Tang, do you have a backup?"
"There is a backup of the electronic draft." Meng Tang frowned.
Even so, the manuscripts for the competition still need to be made up.
The teacher yelled angrily: "Who did it?"
The students were startled and said:
"Before the holiday, Tan Xi was responsible for the keys to the studio."
"It wasn't me." Tan Xi glared at the person who pointed the finger at her, "Anyone who doubts me has the ability to provide evidence."
"But you and Meng Tang are the only ones who don't deal with each other."
"That doesn't mean it was me."
She is not that mean.
"Teacher Wang, it's not good." The student assistant from the showroom hurried over.
"What happened?"
"The student works in the exhibition library were damaged."
Meng Tang grabbed the person's arm and said, "What's the name?"
On the display shelf in the exhibition warehouse, the "Blind Monk Listening to the Qin" has several scratches across it, which is extremely destructive.
The most competitive person in the school is Tan Xi.”
Meng Tang stared at it for a long time, feeling a dull pain in her heart. She swallowed the pain and said calmly: "I want to call the police."
"This..." The teacher was a little embarrassed.
Calling the police was related to the school's reputation, and he really couldn't make the decision. He grabbed a student and whispered to him to invite the dean.
"I will participate in the competition as usual and use this work." Meng Tang turned around and glanced at the classmates he spent time with day and night. "I will not let this matter go."
When the classmates heard this, they whispered:
"Participate as usual? Is she crazy? The wood sculpture is damaged like this, can it still be repaired?"
"Her grandfather is Master Meng, he should be able to repair it."
"But those who want to participate in the competition are students, and Master Meng's intervention would be unfair to others."
Meng Tang ignored the doubts in his ears and said, "Teacher, I need the "Application Form for Restoration of Works" for your signature."
The teacher was stunned: "Do you still have this skill?"
Meng Tang nodded: "I learned a little from my grandfather."
"Okay, okay." The teacher looked excited, "Wait for the dean to come over, he will make the decision for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, dean Chen Xunli came in a hurry.
"Meng Tang, come with me."
Meng Tang turned around and left the showroom.
Chen Xunli took a breath and said, "I heard about it on the way here. I understand your feelings, but can you take a step back from calling the police? After all, it is related to the reputation of the department."
"But I promise that even if it is processed internally, I will give you a satisfactory result."
"Send your work to the intangible cultural heritage restoration laboratory in Building 21. I will call the director of the restoration room and open a green channel for you. You can use all the equipment for free, and you do not need to make an appointment in advance."
"As for the damaged objects, the school will set up an investigation team. After finding out, I will definitely ask him to compensate and apologize to you."
Meng Tang didn't say anything for a long time, and Chen Xunli said in a low voice: "Little ancestor, little junior sister, give senior brother a face?"
Meng Tang was really not used to it, so he took a step back and said, "Dean, you are not my senior brother. My grandfather never admitted that you were his disciple."
Chen Xunli played the emotional card with her: "I stayed in your family for two or three years when I was young, so I am not considered a senior brother. Don't worry, my senior brother will definitely handle this matter for you."
Meng Tang nodded: "As long as I stay in your family for two or three years when I was young. It’s not nothing, I accept it.”
“Okay, wait for my news, you go to class first.” Chen Xunli turned his head after saying, “Maybe you’re in a bad mood, you can skip class, I’ll tell Lao Wang.”
Meng Tang: “…No, I’m going to class.”
Meng Tang was absent-minded all morning.
It wasn't until school was over that someone reminded her that Meng Tang would put the damaged manuscripts into folders one by one and take them away.
The students were almost gone, and the corridor was empty. She stepped out of the door, and suddenly a voice came over with a smile: "I said, why are you walking so slowly? All your classmates have left, aren't you hungry?"
Meng Tang looked up and was stunned when he saw Wei Chuan: "Why are you here?"
She was in a bad mood, and her tone was light and dull.
"What's wrong with you?" Wei Chuan stepped forward and put the back of two fingers on her forehead, "You're weak, are you sick?"
"Nothing." Meng Tang hid for a while and walked south along the road.
"The canteen is here, where are you going?" Wei Chuan pulled her arm, and with a "clang" sound, the folder fell to the ground, and the broken manuscripts fell to the ground, spreading at the feet of the two of them.
"This..." Wei Chuan squatted down, picked up one piece and looked at it. The lines were delicate and smooth, and the atmosphere was natural. "Why is it bad?"
Meng Tang also squatted down and picked up one piece by one.
Wei Chuan frowned and asked, "What's going on? Someone bullied you? Tell me, I'll take someone to beat him up."
Meng Tang shook his head, pressing his lips tightly to bear the grievance.
It was a small ball, and Wei Chuan couldn't see her expression clearly, so he gathered the pieces together and stuffed them away.
"What's the matter?" Wei Chuan couldn't hold back and asked again, his tone gentle, with a hint of coaxing and concern.
Meng Tang didn't want him to see his sore eyes, so he turned his head.
The tears did not stop, they fell on the folder with a "snap" sound.
Wei Chuan’s scalp felt numb and he cried?