[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 12

After the injection, the fever subsided, but his body was still very weak. When Li Rong got out of bed and walked, his calf trembled slightly.

This sick seedling's body, I don't know when it will recover.

Li Rong took another two days off.

He endured the discomfort, revised the paper twice, and re-formatted it.

Fortunately, the manuscript left by Li Qingli is already detailed enough, and he has a memory that surpasses the current level of technology for six years. This article is not difficult to write.

Confirming that there were no omissions, Li Rong carefully put away the manuscript paper spread out on the table, took the kraft paper bag from the study, and prepared to put it back together.

Don't look at Li Qingli's manuscripts, but his documents are well organized. Unfortunately, the law enforcement officers don't know how to cherish them and mess up all the manuscripts.

Li Rong patiently adjusted the front and back order, rearranged them, and was about to put them back together.

His movements stopped suddenly.

Li Rong frowned, squeezed the manuscript paper again, and held it in his hand to test the weight.

Although he does not have the handwriting habit of Li Qingli, he has been familiar with Li Qingli's commonly used manuscript paper since he was a child.

This stack seems a bit thin and light when integrated.

Li Rong picked up the manuscript paper again, turned the page to the sunlight outside the window, and looked at it carefully for a while, as if there were indeed more than ten pages missing.

The remaining light pink thin glue can clearly see the tear marks, but perhaps Li Qingli made a mistake in writing, and he tore it off and shattered it.

Li Rong was in a trance for a moment and had no idea, so he had to put the remaining manuscript paper back into the kraft paper bag.

It was the sunny afternoon and the air was warm. Li Rong took the USB flash drive, wrapped himself tightly, and went out.

With Cen Wei's sponsorship, he finally doesn't have to crowd the bus and can take a taxi at any time.

Cen Wei transferred 100,000 yuan to him.

He once wanted to cut every cent of Cen Wei's money cleanly. He had the aloofness brought by his family and family, and the prejudice of the Hongsuo intellectuals against Lan Shu. Like Li Qingli, he took the orthodox line and kept his ideas on the shelf. Not down to earth, and then ended up in ruins.

He had to admit that only a bastard like Cen Wei was able to navigate a pool of muddy water with ease.

Fortunately, he is a smart man, and he will have a long memory after taking lessons.

Li Rong leaned against the co-pilot, turned his head to look out the window, and said casually: "Go through the southeast gate, you can drive directly into the campus from the parking lot, no one will stop you."

The driver gave him a surprised look: "Look at you. Are you still a high school student, so familiar with A University?"

Li Rong: "Well, my parents used to teach here."

Driver: "Oh, that's great, professor."

Li Rong chuckled and licked his hair. With cold hair and dry lips, he said lightly, "What's so great about a professor."