Chapter 108 Honor
  In order to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the founding of the school, the school has not only made improvements in all aspects of the campus, but also improved the dishes in the cafeteria.

  Wang Nan carefully walked through the queue with a pot of hot dishes and put it on the table, "Ouch, it's scalding me. This pot is not suitable for serving food. I'll change to my ceramic one tomorrow. It's big and not hot."

  Zhang Jiaqi rolled her eyes at her, "Come on, don't let me expose your little thoughts. Why do you have so many thoughts when it comes to food?"

  Wang Nan was not angry. She wiped the rice spoon and sat down, "Eat quickly, this dish must be served while it's hot!"

  After that, she started to scoop the dishes into the rice bowl, "Oh, I don't care. I'm so hungry."

  Fang Qing was sitting on the other side and saw Wen Ning also got a dish. Upon returning, he immediately took it. "Oh my! There's even braised pork today!"

  Wang Nan's eyes lit up at the mention of meat. "Oh my God, President, you truly understand the suffering of the people. How did you know we haven't had meat in half a month..." Wen

  Ning raised an eyebrow at this and sat down, approaching Fang Qing. "No meat?"

  Fang Qing shook his head. "Yes, but it's not cooked well and is expensive, so no one likes it..."

  Wen Ning understood. The cafeteria had been contracted out to an individual this year, so the food quality was sometimes good and sometimes not, but since students didn't care, no one paid much attention.

  "I'll report this to the school later."

  While eating, Wen Ning pondered his work-study program. When he had just gotten his meal, the balance on his meal card was already low; it would only last him three more days at most.

  He remained expressionless as he touched the several hundred yuan in his pocket. This was the money Fang Qing had secretly slipped into his bag before leaving for a competition. He had been deeply touched upon discovering it, but he kept it close to his chest, untouched.

  He was a man, so how could a manly man use his girlfriend's money? He had hands and feet, and even if he was smart, he could always find a way to make money.

  Wen Ning offered Fang Qing a piece of meat, watching her cheeks move and smiling gently. He believed that with his own abilities, he could create a good future for himself and Fang Qing, as long as they were united in heart and worked hard together.

  Everyone had eaten a lot at the dinner today, and afterward, Wen Ning took Fang Qing for a walk around the school. When they reached the girls' dormitory, Wen Ning returned the money to Fang Qing.

  "Qingqing, keep this money. I have more on me."

  Fang Qing was a little anxious. "No, no, you paid for my previous hospitalization. You must accept this."

  Wen Ning didn't allow her to refuse, and stuffed the money into her pocket. "You're still so polite to me. Am I still your boyfriend? I'm happy to spend some money on you. Sweetheart, put the money away quickly."

  Fang Qing was confused by Wen Ning's words and just wanted to retort, but he quickly kissed her on the forehead, instantly freezing her mind.

  Wen Ning pushed the person into the dormitory door and quickly left. The dorm manager at the door watched the young couple outside, cracking sunflower seeds and smiling like an aunt. Seeing Fang Qing still dazed at the door, she chuckled, "Girl, come in quickly. Go back to the dorm and savor this moment. Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

  Fang Qing blushed profusely and went back to her bed, her face still burning.

  Looking at the money in her hands, now rolled up so tightly that it was difficult to straighten, her mind was filled with the warm sensation on her forehead, and she quickly pulled herself under the covers.

  "Hate it."

  ...

  After the school celebration, the student union honored groups and individuals who had made outstanding contributions to the celebration.

  Everyone in Fang Qing's dormitory felt uncomfortable watching Liu Sisi, who was receiving her award on the stage, gaze at Wen Ning's intense gaze.

  Wang Nan nudged Fang Qing with his arm. "Hello, honestly, if your president hadn't been so kind to you, I'd be worried he'd change his mind."

  Fang Qing calmly looked at the recipients on the stage, saying nothing. She believed in Wen Ning and in the relationship between them. It couldn't be shaken by affection or emotion. Even if problems arose between them one day, it would never be due to the interference of other people's feelings.

  Wen Ning was silent for a long time, looking at the host card in his hand. "Now, I would like to commend the groups and individuals who participated in the publicity work of this school anniversary. Li Siyu from the Propaganda Department, Zhang Chenggong..." Wen Ning

  read out several names in a row, but no one from the Painting Club showed up.

  Wang Nan and the others were a little dissatisfied. The painting club's posters this time were novel in concept and outstanding in performance. Many people from outside the school who came to participate in the school anniversary were attracted by the various colorful posters on campus, and some even used them as backgrounds for group photos.

  But such a successful publicity method, which received praise from many people, didn't win any awards?
  "Those few people didn't do anything, just waved the colored flags a few times, how did they become outstanding cadres? What did they do?"

  Wang Nan wanted to stand up and object, but Zhang Jiaqi held her back. "Don't make a fuss. This is the student union's commendation meeting. There are so many people watching. Do you want to embarrass Fang Qing even more?"

  Fang Qing calmly watched the seniors in front of her go on stage to receive their awards. Although she felt aggrieved, she could understand.

  Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes; where there is power, there is darkness.

  They are freshmen and have done nothing for the student union. Being able to participate in this event is already an opportunity given by others. What else can they expect?

  Moreover, she always reminds herself not to envy what others have, because to be in a certain position, it must have been a certain amount of effort, so there is nothing to be wronged.

  As the meeting was about to end and everyone was preparing to leave, Wen Ning on the stage suddenly announced that there was one last award.

  The Organization Department Director was stunned, looking at Wen Ning on the stage with a bewildered face, "President, according to the process, all the awards have been given out. Where did this one come from?"

  Wen Ning glanced at the freshmen sitting in the last few rows and said in a deep voice, "During this school anniversary celebration, the new members of the Student Union were very positive and performed very well. Although I wasn't on campus during that time, the principal and other school leaders witnessed their hard work. We, the Student Union, cannot, must not, simply erase their efforts."

  Wen Ning looked in Fang Qing's direction. "So, no matter who you are or where you work, we all know the hard work you put in. Let us applaud the outstanding performance and silent dedication of these freshmen."

  As a few scattered rounds of applause rang out, more and more students stood up and applauded sincerely.

  Everyone present had experienced the obscurity of their freshman year. No matter how hard they worked or how well they performed, they never received any recognition, let alone the opportunity to go on stage and receive an award.

  The applause in the auditorium grew louder, and everyone felt a sense of emotion. This applause was not only for the freshmen, but also for themselves, who had once faced the same grievances and worked hard.

  Fang Qing looked at Wen Ning on the stage. Their eyes met, and Fang Qing smiled sweetly. "Thank you."

  (End of Chapter)