Chapter 215 - 146: Even Though I Don’t Get Along with My Dad, I’ll Still Recommend You to Him

Chapter 215: Chapter 146: Even Though I Don’t Get Along with My Dad, I’ll Still Recommend You to Him

"Also, everyone in our group agreed to add your name to our research paper. We’ve decided to jointly petition Dean Song, asking him to admit you to the Agricultural College. We’re really looking forward to being your classmates!"

"Although my dad and I don’t get along," Song Xiaoxing’s voice grew a little gruff as he mentioned his father, who only had eyes for his crops. "I’ll still do my best to recommend you to him. But I can’t guarantee he’ll agree."

Shu Yao sized up Song Xiaoxing. "And you are?"

Song Xiaoxing said gruffly, "As much as I hate to admit it, the dean of the Imperial University Agricultural College, Dean Song, is my dad!"

Shu Yao suddenly felt like the heavens were on her side. ’Am I one of those legendary lucky charms?’

"No need to trouble yourselves." Shu Yao held up a hand to refuse, like Er Kang. "Young man, you should just focus on your studies. Don’t worry about me."

Song Xiaoxing and Li Hancheng exchanged a look, both appearing confused.

Li Hancheng asked, "Don’t you want to get into the Imperial University Agricultural College?"

"Getting in would be great, of course, but I had a new idea last night..." Shu Yao didn’t elaborate, instead turning to Ke Dancheng and asking in a low voice, "How are things between you and Bai Meng lately?"

Ke Dancheng gave her a look, his expression hesitant and a little resentful. He was Mrs. Bao’s assistant and did have some private contact with Bai Meng, but they were not romantically involved.

"It’s fine."

Shu Yao continued in a hushed tone, "The things Bai Meng uses for her hand-drawn cookbooks—"

Ke Dancheng’s eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded. "I’ll find a chance to ask her about it tonight!"

’Maybe the materials Bai Meng uses for her hand-drawn cookbooks could be used as ingredients for Sister Yao’s talisman making.’

Seeing them whispering, Song Xiaoxing and Li Hancheng once again looked at each other in bewilderment.

Jiang Fei handed the peeled apple to his cousin.

Li Hancheng: "..." ’Do you think I can even eat right now?!’

"Oh, right, I forgot. You can’t eat right now." Jiang Fei gave him a sympathetic look, then immediately shoved the apple into his own mouth and took a huge bite. "Mmm, this is delicious!"

Li Hancheng: "..." ’You motherfucker, you’re doing that on purpose to make me jealous!’

Shu Yao said her goodbyes to Li Hancheng. "You just focus on getting better. We’re leaving now."

Jiang Fei spoke up. "Yaoyao, I don’t see that cool ’Big Bumblebee’ of yours here."

It was so big and conspicuous, he couldn’t possibly have missed it in the parking slip.

"My flight permissions were revoked," Shu Yao said, sounding a little miserable.

Jiang Fei gloated, "Hahaha, that’s rough!"

"You dare laugh at me? Get over here and see if I don’t beat you up!"

Song Xiaoxing, ever the enthusiast, said, "Where are you guys going? I’ll give you a ride."

"The Zone One Traffic Police Headquarters," Shu Yao said, looking at him. "Would that be convenient for you?"

Song Xiaoxing replied, "Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?"

"Then I’ll have to trouble you to be my driver." Shu Yao figured she’d have to hail a Flying Machine after leaving the hospital anyway. It was better to save the money and let Song Xiaoxing give her a lift—a perfect chance to build a rapport with Dean Song’s son.

Jiang Fei didn’t go, staying behind with his cousin.

As they were walking out, Song Xiaoxing said, "I remember you’re from the Fourth District, right? It would be convenient for me to take you to the Fourth District’s traffic police station, too."

Shu Yao said, "I looked it up. Applying to have my flight permissions restored at a branch office would take a week at the earliest. If I apply at the Zone One headquarters and things go smoothly, they could lift the ban the same day."

Song Xiaoxing said, "Oh. Why were your flight permissions revoked?"

"That... is a long story," Shu Yao said, maintaining a cool and aloof demeanor. "I’ll tell you some other time, if I get the chance."

Ke Dancheng hesitantly pushed up his glasses, continuing to keep a low profile and act like he was invisible.

Song Xiaoxing couldn’t help but feel... there was a story there.

Since she was unwilling to talk about it, he wouldn’t press her.

Before heading to the traffic police headquarters, Song Xiaoxing first took them to the Imperial University Agricultural College.

"You guys wait here for me for a second."

Leaving Shu Yao and Ke Dancheng waiting outside the greenhouse, Song Xiaoxing then snuck inside alone, furtively glancing left and right.

There was no one in the greenhouse. Perfect.

He pulled a sealed bag from his pocket, dug a small hole in the crop soil with his bare hands, then opened the bag and poured a single, milky-white seed into the hole, burying it and finally making a small mark on the spot.

After doing all this, he nonchalantly dusted off his hands and swaggered out of the greenhouse.

’Hopefully, before the paper is submitted, the seed I planted will absorb the nutrients from the greenhouse soil and sprout.’

’You have to grow big and strong~’

’I’ll come see you every day!’