Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter13

If anyone in the school is most sensitive to climate change, it is the students who read in the morning.

Every morning, Du Ruo went to the playground to read English, and it became clear that the weather was getting colder.

There were thick clouds in the air, gray.

The sun also lazily hid in the clouds and lay on the bed, slowly rising, and the eastern sky exposed a few light pinks.

The air was cool and pure.

Even when the weather is getting colder, there are many students studying and running in the morning.

Du Ruo was holding a book while walking and reading on the track and field. Occasionally withered weeds passed through her ankles. She jumped and raised her feet to itch, and saw Jing Ming in a sportswear running in the morning with headphones in her ears, energetic. vigorous.

She snorted and rolled the book into a scroll.

When she had just finished reading a text, she hurriedly collected the book and left the playground.

She was planning to go to the classroom early to read, so she didn't plan to go to the cafeteria for breakfast. She walked into the kiosk to buy a loaf to deal with, and gave five yuan. The shop owner asked her to give her two yuan.

Du Ruo was surprised: "Isn't this bread sold for two?"

"The price has gone up, two for five."

"Why the price?" When she asked this, someone came in from the door, and the figure suddenly blocked the light outside. Quickly opened again.

The autumn sun came in obliquely and covered Du Ruo's hands.

When did the sun rise?

The man was picking things by the shelf behind her. The space in the store was narrow. He bowed his head and said, "Classmate, please let me in."

Du Ruo's heart jumped suddenly in his chest, like a marble hit the wall.

She glanced back at him at the speed of light and looked away at the speed of light, hurriedly stepping forward to cling to the counter, to make way for the people behind.

He walked over.

The boss said: "The price of supplies has risen, and we can only follow it."

Du Ruo face with red ears: "Oh."

She took the change and wanted to escape. Donuts on the shelf, instant noodles, soda crackers, peanuts, spicy sticks ... The colorful buns on the packaging turned into a ball of Impressionist paintings that flowed from her eyes.

Only then took half a step, Li Wei, in sportswear, ran into the store, his eyes originally followed Jing Ming, saw Du Ruo, and smiled: "Good morning, Du Ruo."

"Good morning."

"Eat this for breakfast? Are you full?" Li Wei cared.

"Yes. I have a small appetite," Du Ruo said. A hand stretched out from behind her and scanned the QR code on the counter. The hand was fair, slender and well-knotted. Close to him, Du Ruo smelled the smell of the man. Just after running, the smell of sweat, soap, and the morning air.

She was motionless, and Yu Guang glimpsed him standing next to her, holding two bottles of functional drinks in the other hand, and finished scanning, leaving the store without a word.

The tall and thin figure flickered in the sunlight at the door and disappeared.

The sun has risen, a thin layer of gold, sprinkled across the campus.

The ginkgo trees in the school started to turn yellow. If you want a piece of Jinchengcheng, you have to wait another ten days and a half.

Some time before class, Du Ruo sat on the steps near the flower bed and bite bread, watching the people passing by.

A boy walked by in front of her with a schoolbag alone, pondering questions in her head, and saying something in her mouth; two or three girls hugged the book, walked lightly, and laughed like silver bells while chatting; the child jumped and was Grandpa and Grandma led, with 100,000 whys in their mouths.

What kind of life does each of them lead? Is it easy or stressful? Are you happy or hard?

At least at this moment, everyone is not thinking about it, and they are also thinking about learning.

There was a whistle of pigeons not far away, and through the sky with a long sound, she looked up and saw the pigeons flying by.

I don't know if the pigeons have troubles.

Still, they just need to fly in the wind.

Du Ruo finished eating the bread, threw the packaging bag into the trash can, took a deep breath, and walked to the teaching building.

The phone rang, and news came from the dormitory group.

He Huanhuan: "Du Xiaocao! You are famous! Hahahahaha!"

Followed by a web link, Du Ruo opened, is the school's bbs forum, the title is:

"This girl who runs 400 meters in skirts is so cute! Please meet!"

The head picture is short hair. She is wearing a tube top with a fluffy white gauze skirt, holding the skirt and running on the runway. She has thin shoulders and clavicle and thin legs.

Oh, by the way, there is a white camellia on the head.

The number of page views is almost tens of thousands.

Du Ruo: "..."

Slide down the screen to pop up more photos.

Alumni "Eu Yan": "I took it too. I took it too! Share it to you selflessly. (Photo)"

Alumni "Da Shi An Zi": "Which sports meeting is really interesting. This is what a university should look like."

Alumni "I'm a handsome guy": "This girl is a freshman and a major in communication and control. After asking about it, she is a girl in her class, she won't say her name. Check it yourself, hahaha."

Alumni "Fat Blue Fat": "Oh, cute, I want to pinch her face."

Du Ruo: "..."

Fortunately, they are all kind comments.

She closed the page and replied He Huanhuan with a series of periods: "...

In the group, her roommates are obviously very busy,

Xia Nan: "Student Du, you are red."

Qiu Yuchen: "Student Du, you are red."

He Huanhuan: "I contribute to her popularity! I am proud!"

Du Ruo: "Did you leave a message?"

He Huanhuan: "Of course, guess who is me?"

Du Ruo: "Big fat man."

Qiu Yuchen: "Ha ha ha ha!"

He Huanhuan: "Fart, I'm 'I'm a handsome guy!'"

Du Ruo: "..."

He Huanhuan: "Just wait for your brothers to line up to chase you. (Rabbit pole dance.jpg)"

Du Ruo looked back with blood on his face.

She clicked on the link and re-examined herself in the photo, er, she looked like crying.

She shivered awfully, and was about to close the page, but her eyes were attracted by a hot post labeled "hot"-

"Who do you bet on fighting robot finals? Yi Kun? Jing Ming?"

Du Ruo hesitated and suddenly remembered that there was a match this afternoon. Jing Ming gave her a ticket.

Fortunately, by chance, this post reminded her.

She clicked on that link and glanced briefly at the brief introduction: The recently held National Robot Fighting Contest has come to an end. Two of the contestants from their school stayed to the end to participate in the final.

The two players are freshmen Jingming and Yi Kun of the graduate school.

The landlord asked everyone who would win the game, and a bunch of posts downstairs:

Alumni "clearly": "Not much to say, Jingming!"

Alumni "non-human": "Of course I am Yi Kun, brother Kun's strength is not covered! What is Jingming, who is he, freshman kid? See my brother Kun killed him in 10 seconds . "

Alumni "pycjchessmansmiling": "Little cute upstairs, throw a link to search for who Jingming is. When you were blowing your nose in junior high school, their robot ran abroad!"

Alumni "you and me under the blue sky": "Yeah, upstairs, I can't communicate with people who just look at the bustle and don't understand the way. My master Jing is high!"

Alumni "sryin": "Both of them are powerful and enlightening. But I believe in Yi Kun's strength even more."

Alumni "Su Qiliangshui": "Jingming Jingming! He looks handsome! Ang, want to marry!"

Alumni "Shi Zaizai": "What kind of ghosts are upstairs? ... Khan ... I support Jingming."

There are so many people following it.

Du Ruo quickly scrolled the page, rough statistics, supporting Jing Ming and Yi Kun almost fifty or five.

Evenly matched, the game will definitely be exciting.

...

Du Ruo had no class in the afternoon. As soon as the class ended in the morning, he hurriedly ate lunch and left for the meeting place.

It was a large gymnasium, and there were long queues at the ticket office at the entrance, mostly students.

Occasionally a passerby passes by and looks curiously,

There was an old man walking nearby and asked the people in line: "What kind of performance are you doing here?"

Students say it's a robot game.

The old man asked, "A robot, just like a remote control car or a plane?"

The students laughed, "Yeah."

Du Ruo passed the ticket office and saw that the fare was classified according to the seat, which was 50 yuan cheaper and 200 yuan the most expensive.

She passed a security check with a vvip ticket without a seat number.

When I walked into the hall, I saw people coming and going, all of them are technical otakus, and most of them are not trimmed.

A girl appeared here, out of touch with the environment, and attracted a lot of strange eyes.

She stepped aside and looked at the time, leaving the field with twenty-five minutes left.

She put her phone away and waited patiently.

Looking around, there are dazzling publicity pictures and banners hanging on the wall.

Long vertical banners hang down from the ceiling, some of them are painted with heroic robots, and some are painted with the scene of Mars colliding with the earth while the robots are fighting.

The audience rushed in, and many people went to the information book collection side to get the information. When Du Ruo met, he also walked over, and took various profiles and popular science atlases. A cursory look at the content is exciting.

She found that the baby was the same, and was about to take a closer look. Suddenly remembering that time was up, she quickly took out her mobile phone, and the time was just right.

She took a breath and dialed Jingming's phone number.

"Beep, beep ..." After two beeps, he answered the phone over there, "Hey?"

"I'm here."

"Come in through the main entrance?"

"Ok."

"To the right of Channel 101 on the right-hand side, VIP corridor," he said quietly. He sounded low-magnetic on the phone. "There are signs on the wall. Follow the signs to the lounge, number 1."

"Oh. Got it." She nodded.

"See you later." He finished and hung up.