Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

After coming out of the dean's office, Meng Zezhi was not in a hurry to go back, but went to the library instead.

"Biochemistry, Biopharmaceutics, Drug Analysis..."

Meng Zezhi searched all the way, and finally found all the books he was looking for in a small corner.

After finishing the book borrowing procedures, Meng Zezhi held the book and walked out the door of the reading room, unexpectedly bumping into a person around the corner.

With a bang, the book in their hands fell to the ground.

Meng Zezhi was tall and mammoth, and it was nothing. He only saw the man on the opposite side staggering back two steps, and one of them couldn't stand firmly, and turned and fell backwards.

Meng Zezhi quickly walked forward, grabbing the railing on the corridor wall with one hand, and holding the man's waist with the other hand, moving to his arms to stabilize his figure.

He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he was relieved, a scent that seemed like a lotus leaf, and like mint, didn't smell very real.

Listening to the slower breathing in his ear, Meng Zezhi loosened the hand that was around the waist of the person in his arms.

The man turned around, twenty-four-five up and down, and he was beautiful. Leather shoes, black suit trousers, white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, showing beautiful forearms, probably because of the hot weather, and no tie, unbuttoned to the second button, revealing the delicate clavicle inside.

Meng Zezhi's eyes flickered slightly, until a hot and humid breath hit his chin, and then he came back to his senses, and took two steps back calmly.

His eyes fell on the scattered books: "Sorry!"

Almost unanimously, the man glanced at Meng Zezhi's turbulent Adam's apple, pursed his lips and said, "Sorry!"

The air was quiet for a moment, and there seemed to be nothing to say. The two squatted down and picked up the books on the ground.

When the books were rearranged, Meng Zezhi stood up and nodded slightly at the other party. The man nodded in response, and the two of them staggered, one went upstairs and the other went down.

Meng Zezhi didn't take this episode to heart. He took the book to the reference room of the Department of Mathematics, and borrowed several of the latest mathematics journals.

Unexpectedly, not long after walking out of the library gate, the sky suddenly darkened, and within a short while, a few thunder and lightning flashed by, and heavy raindrops pattered down.

Meng Zezhi held the book in one hand, raised his head with the other, and ran to the shuttle shelter not far away in the wind and rain.

When he got to the place, Meng Zezhi patted the water droplets off his clothes, swept away the light from the corner of his eyes, and realized that he had encountered the person again.

He nodded gently, which was regarded as a courtesy.

There was only one-sided fate. Seeing that the other party didn't mean to talk to each other, Meng Zezhi stopped talking.

The two of them stood quietly one after another.

Accompanied by the cold and wet autumn wind, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It seems that it can't stop for a while, and the temperature of the whole body also drops.

Meng Zezhi keenly heard a whistling sound coming from his ear.

Only then did he remember that the man behind him was only wearing a thin shirt, and the strong wind was blowing, I'm afraid it was cold.

Meng Zezhi reached out his hand subconsciously to unbutton his coat, but after a second thought, he felt abrupt, so he had to button back the unbuttoned button again.

He thought for a while, first stepped back two steps, and then moved half a step to the right.

Zhu Zhengqing, who was rubbing his arms, sucked on his itchy nose. Suddenly, he felt that the oncoming cold wind was much smaller. As soon as he raised his head, he faced a black wall.

No, it's not a wall, it's a man against the light.

Recalling the scene when the other party hugged him in the library just now, Zhu Zhengqing's ears trembled slightly, and he lowered his head to look at the ground, the expression on his face was a little unclear.

Just when Meng Zezhi's legs were about to numb, the rain finally stopped.

He let out a sigh of relief and lifted his foot out of the shelter.

Looking at Meng Zezhi's back, Zhu Zhengqing pursed her lips.

For such an old man, it is estimated that even his children are in elementary school.

Thinking about this, he held the book and walked in the opposite direction to Meng Zezhi.

Back at the office, Meng Zezhi turned on the computer and typed in the word'Five Step Snake' in the search bar of the browser, and then sent out the second batch of students who had come to report. .

"Hey, Cao County Snake Farm? I want to order a batch of venom. What do you want snake venom for? Oh, I'm a professor at Beijing University. There is an experiment that requires venom."

"Don't dry powder, what I need is fresh venom. Forty-one grams? For the time being, I need 100 grams first... OK, after I add WeChat, I will send you the money and ID photo."

Hanging up the phone, it was noon, thinking that there would be no class in the afternoon anyway, Meng Zezhi said in the student group and went home.

After lunch, Meng Zezhi ran to the supermarket. When he came out, he had an extra fruit basket in his hand and drove to the hospital.

"teacher!"

In the nursing home, Meng Zezhi took out a knife from the drawer, then opened the fruit basket, took out an apple, sat on the bedside and cut it.

Lying on the hospital bed was the former mentor Professor Wan Zhexian. He is about to pass his 90th birthday. He has been in a nursing home for five or six years. He is looked after by specialized doctors and nurses. The old man's mental state looks quite good.

Professor Wan sorted out the newspaper in his hand, without even looking at him, just said: "Why do you have time to see me this bad old man today?"

"I would like to ask the teacher for your help!" Meng Zezhi said honestly.

Professor Wan was no longer in the mood to read the newspaper, and said in a good voice, "If you want to say that the school does not give you a place for enrollment, then there is no need to say it. Dean Fu had passed the anger with me before. ."

Also, without his consent, how could the school make such a decision without authorization.

"It's not about this." Meng Zezhi's expression remained unchanged.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Professor Wan put down the newspaper in his hand and looked up at him.

"Senior Sister, is she still in Huaqing University?"

The elder sister Meng Zezhi said was Professor Wan’s eldest daughter. Unlike Professor Wan, this elder sister Meng Zezhi was not a fan of mathematics, but had a high degree of microbiology.

Professor Wan looked proud: "The Massachusetts Institute of Technology asked her to teach in the past. She agreed and will leave next month."

He squinted at Meng Zezhi, "Why, something?"

Hearing this, Meng Zezhi couldn't help frowning, and he was afraid that Professor Wan would be worried. He was angry at all times. He could only say vaguely: "I have something to do, I want to enter the biological laboratory."

Yes, he just remembered that his disciple had a second degree in biology from university.

Professor Wan looked hesitant, he looked at Meng Zezhi, looked up and down the people, and said, "You are not the same as before."

There was no hostility between his brows and eyes, and he looked mild and gentle. In a daze, Professor Wan felt like he saw the calm and self-sufficient disciple back then.

"After so many things, I have to grow up a little bit." Meng Zezhi cut a small piece of apple to him.

Professor Wan reached out to take it, took a bite, and asked, "Is it important?"

It was about Meng Zezhi's desire to enter the biological laboratory.

"Life is at stake." Meng Zezhi said helplessly.

Professor Wan didn't think Meng Zezhi would lie to him, let alone this disciple, apart from his poor conduct, hadn't let him down to the point of giving up.

As the saying goes, children are all debts, and so is this student.

"There must be no way for your senior sister, but I know someone can definitely help you." Professor Wan said.

Meng Zezhi's eyes lit up: "Teacher?"

Forget it, don't you just give up an old face?

Professor Wan sighed: "Your senior sister's younger brother has returned to China. He is the closed disciple of Professor Montagny and the child of my old friend's family. It took a lot of effort from Beijing University to invite him back."

Professor Montagny is a world-renowned biologist, the kind who has won the Nobel Prize.

"Wait for the evening, I will call for you to ask."

"Okay." Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief. With Professor Wan going out, things were half done.

He said: "When you are on your 90th birthday, I will give you a big gift to make sure you like it."

Professor Wan snorted softly, and these words sounded very useful: "Okay, I'll wait."