nashuaworldcup Chapter 1252 Yun Rui Juan Chen: The Youngest Dean
Chapter 1252 Yun Rui Juan Chen: The Youngest Dean
Silence spread between the two, with only the ticking of the wall clock becoming clearer. The principal looked at the half-opened fountain pen in Gu Yunxi's white coat pocket - it was the same pen that Lin Xu used to take notes at the seminar. He suddenly realized that behind this seemingly young professor stood not only the Gu family, but also a team of rising stars in the academic field.
"If Professor Gu feels that the time is not right," the principal finally gave in and took back the document, "we can discuss it again. However, the double first-class evaluation is imminent, and the laboratory renovation of the Department of Chemistry..." He paused deliberately, his eyes swept across Gu Yunxi's calm face. This sentence was like a thorn, accurately piercing the lifeline of scientific research that she cared about most.
Gu Yunxi put on her glasses again, her eyes behind the lenses as cold as liquid nitrogen in a laboratory: "I can temporarily take over the position of dean." She paused, looked at the principal's eyes that lit up instantly, and added, "But I need independent personnel rights and the right to independently allocate scientific research funds."
The principal's smile froze on his face.
Of course he understood what this requirement meant - it was to separate the Department of Chemistry from the school's control system.
But thinking of the praise from the leaders of the Education Department when they saw the 50 million yuan allocation, and thinking of Gu Yunqian's ability to turn the tide in the business world, he could only smile and nod: "Professor Gu's request is reasonable, and the school will definitely support it with all its strength!"
The north wind outside the window whistled and rolled up the fallen leaves, making a tiny sound when they hit the glass.
When Gu Yunxi stood up, the hem of his white coat swept across the coffee table, bringing with it a faint smell of disinfectant - that was the scent of the laboratory, but now mixed with the sandalwood and tea scent in the office, creating the most complex smell in the power transition at Hunan University.
Raindrops of late autumn slanted across the glass curtain wall of the office building. Qi Ruixiang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the cigarette flickering between his fingers.
The computer screen on his desk flashed dozens of news pages, from the press release that Zhou Zhengming "retired due to health reasons" to the former dean's statement that he "voluntarily resigned from his administrative position", the wording and release time of each report were precisely controlled by him.
As a media operator, he knows too well the power of public opinion - those carefully designed news headlines, like scalpels, are gradually dissecting the truth about the power change in Hunan University.
"Mr. Qi, the Education Channel has arranged three special reports according to your request." The assistant came in with a document, breaking the silence in the office, "But... are you really going to give up the interview with the youngest dean?"
Qi Ruixiang put out his cigarette, looked at the butts piled up in the ashtray, and thought of the countless numbers he had blocked and the messages that fell on deaf ears. "No need..." His voice was very soft, but he changed his mind when the words came to his lips, "Forget it, let's just ask."
The rain outside the window was getting heavier, blurring the outline of Xiangtan University in the distance, just like there was a layer of fog between him and Gu Yunxi that could never be penetrated.
At the same time, in the office of the president of Hunan University, the purple clay teapot on the sandalwood tea tray was emitting curls of steam.
The principal pushed the signed document to Gu Yunxi, his movements much calmer than three months ago: "President Gu, I have already sent the scientific research fund management details to each department."
He picked up the teacup, but did not drink.
“Please take care of the application materials for the Double First-Class Universities next month.”
Gu Yunxi flipped through the documents, the cuffs of her white coat slipped down, revealing her slender wrists: "Don't worry, Principal, I will form a special application team." She paused and added, "As for the second phase of the renovation of the teachers' apartments, the group's construction team will enter the site next Monday."
The conversation between the two was concise and efficient, without any unnecessary greetings, just like the transfer of power, which had already been completed in silence...
On campus, the news that Gu Yunxi would officially take over as the dean of the Department of Chemistry spread like wildfire.
In the laboratory, Lin Xu was concentrating on debugging the newly arrived instrument, while Wang Lei and Li Wen were discussing the project plan, as if the previous turmoil had never happened.
Only the sycamore tree outside the window remembers the rumors and the peace of today.
One week later, in the morning, the sun shone through the blinds of the laboratory, cutting golden stripes on Gu Yunxi's desk. She was correcting students' papers when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," she said without looking up.
The door was slowly pushed open and Qi Ruixiang stood at the door. The red rose in his hand was gorgeous, but it couldn't hide the fatigue and tension in his eyes.
This was the first time he saw her after the breakup. Gu Yunxi put down his pen and raised his head. His white coat shone softly in the sun, and his eyes were as calm as distilled water in the laboratory.
"I heard that you..." Qi Ruixiang's voice was a little hoarse, and his Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the rest of the words.
He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, and suddenly found that Gu Yunxi seemed to be thinner than before, with sharper and more determined jaw lines.
"Thank you." Gu Yunxi said softly, her eyes sweeping over the rose in his hand, "I've seen all those reports." When she stood up, her white coat brought with it a faint smell of disinfectant, "What would you like to drink? How about coffee?"
Qi Ruixiang felt as if his heart had been hit hard, but he still forced a smile: "I just came to congratulate you on your promotion to dean..."
The sound of his voice unconsciously lengthened, and the hands that were originally holding the roses unconsciously tightened again and again, and the outer packaging of the bouquet rustled because of his force.
"Thank you!"
Gu Yunxi said lightly, with the corners of his lips twitching in a polite response, and he had no intention of taking the flowers.
"The company has recently planned several interviews. Are you interested..."
"The one that Lao Zhou and the others did, right?" Seeing the man so hesitant, Gu Yunxi immediately took over the question. Xiaomei pursed her lips and shook her head a few times, but in the end she still gave an answer.
"I have just taken office, and I still have many tasks assigned by the principal to complete. Perhaps I can recommend my students to you?"
"An'an..."
When Qi Ruixiang heard Gu Yunxi's unseemly excuse, he immediately took a deep breath to calm himself down, and when he opened his mouth he couldn't help but call out Gu Yunxi's nickname.
Gu Yunxi was naturally stunned for a moment under the lamp, and thanks to this moment she realized that it was time to make some things clear!
"Qi Ruixiang," Gu Yunxi interrupted him, his voice was soft but firm, "We both know that we want different lives. You are chasing hot spots under the spotlight, but what I need is a quiet laboratory."
She walked to the window and looked at the busy students downstairs. "During this period, I have figured out a lot of things. Love is not about helping someone in need, nor is it about adding icing on the cake. It is about two people walking side by side on the same road."
The office fell into a long silence, with only the humming sound of instruments coming from the laboratory in the distance.
Qi Ruixiang slowly put down the rose, and the petals gently fell on the table, like a drop of blood that would never dry up. "I wish you happiness."
As he turned and left, he heard his own voice echoing in the empty corridor, with a tremor that was unfamiliar even to him.
The sycamore tree outside the window rustled, and a leaf fell quietly, landing on the bouquet of roses that no one cared about.
Gu Yun looked at Qi Ruixiang's receding figure, sighed softly, and sat back at the table. The sun was still bright, but some stories had already written their endings silently.