Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter15

In the dormitory, Du Ruo sat in front of the computer and wore headphones to listen to Caltech's online teaching courses.

Aside from the table, a bunch of girls in the dormitory next door crowded at He Huanhuan's table to watch the video of the game. Even the Liberal Academy came-on the bbs forum, the related posts of the robot fighting game have been published and attracted unprecedented attention.

In the past, robot competitions only attracted attention in a small area, but this time due to Jing Ming's reasons, attracted a large number of passers-by.

Girls stunned:

"So handsome! You can comment on him being a school grass!"

"It looks so nice in clothes. I heard that it is a rich second generation."

He Huanhuan: "Well, are you guys watching a game or a model?"

"Well ... his robot is so cute!"

"Well, the robots are great."

"Also talk about tactics, smart!"

He Huanhuan: "..."

Du Ruo did not participate in them, so he packed his textbooks and went to class.

"He seems to have a girlfriend," said Hua Jiang Xiaoyun, the department of media department opposite the dormitory.

"I think someone on bbs said they just broke up."

"Listening to Chen Si that the woman kicked his robot and was sick."

Du Ruo hesitated, and slowly zip up the schoolbag.

After watching the video, everyone is obviously not addicted: "Is there any previous game for him, find it out."

Du Ruo carried his schoolbag, passed by them, and glanced at the computer screen through heavy figures.

Seeing Jing Ming a few years ago, the thin little boy in a white shirt covered his eyes with long hair, expressionless, only a slight arc of a curve at the corner of his mouth, watching his robot on the playing field. Take the test.

Sure enough, these competitions are "serious", professional, and there is no "violent bloody."

She glanced more at the teenager in the video, and then hurriedly looked away, struggling to think about what she had just learned, and never returned from the dormitory.

Studying is an ascetic ascetic practice, and you will only be happy if you have more skill. She will go to that stage as soon as possible.

She meditated along the way, but when she approached the teaching building, she was slightly distracted and her pace slowed slightly.

The autumn sun was falling from the treetops. She squinted her eyes, hesitated for a moment, still took out her phone, opened the bbs forum, and quickly turned up and down to find.

Finally, on the 79th floor of a post, a comment was found:

"Just broke up with his girlfriend, yesterday."

She looked again, but had no other news. She lowered her head and walked up the steps of the teaching building. She didn't notice for a while and hit a boy next to her.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay." Li Qinghe turned back with a smile, and immediately felt familiar. "Well, you are ..."

"Li Qing and Brother, we are in the same hospital." She smiled and put away her cell phone.

Li Qinghe remembered: "The one running 400 meters in a veil skirt."

"... Uh," Du Ruo scratched his head. "Ah, well."

"No, it's fun. It should be more embarrassing," he paused and teased. "At the freshman conference, the senior is speaking, and someone is ringing."

"Well, it's time to drill a hole."

Li Qing and hearty laughed out loud: "Fun for you to play." He followed her into the teaching building, "What class is there this morning?"

"Matrix Theory. Basics of Modern Physics."

"Do you find it difficult?"

"It's not difficult."

"It seems to be adapting well."

"Thank you for your concern," Du Ruo said. In fact, she was too tired to die some time ago, anxious day and night. But fortunately, all have passed, and these are not enough for outsiders.

Li Qinghe suddenly asked, "Did you not join the club? I remember you had joined the Student Union to recruit new students, but the second round of interviews did not go."

"Yes." Du Ruo smiled embarrassedly. "Learning is too busy to take care of."

"It doesn't matter if you don't go, and there is nothing special to do in the student union. Rather, are you interested in the debate?"

"Debate?" She was a little surprised, and waved her hand again, smiling. "I can't do it."

"Don't be afraid, the debate is not a quarrel, it is about theory and skills." He took out a leaflet from her school bag and handed it to her. "

"Okay, thank you."

At the corner of the stairs, the two separated.

Du Ruo looked at the leaflet as he walked. Several pictures were printed on the front of the list. Everyone smiled lightly, confident and cheerful.

The reverse side lists the achievements and countless awards of the Debate Association, "the first place in the xth National Debate Contest", "the second place in the xth World University Debate Contest" ...

Wow!

This thing has nothing to do with her.

The two boys came face to face, and the conversation suddenly jumped into her ears:

"Jingming's kid was so arrogant that he burned the robot directly, how could he be so merciless!"

She raised her eyes and saw a strange boy, and Yi Kun.

Yi Kun did not notice her, walked past her, and said indifferently: "He meant to cut off the circuit and also allowed me time to cool down Sonny, but I didn't want it. Sonny was burned, and I have a responsibility .... I This person, oh, does not need the mercy of his opponent. "

"Sony ..." the other person said in a low voice. "That's it."

They went away.

Du Ruo remembered the burning of Sonny that day. He really couldn't bear it. Presumably his master was more sad.

Suddenly the cell phone rang, and a text message was received from the bank.

This month accounts for 2,000 yuan.

Du Ruohuan is very different. Her monthly living expenses are 1,000 yuan.

She ran to the end of the corridor and dialed Mingyi's phone to explain the situation: "Auntie, is it wrong to make money? I'll return half of it, or you don't need to give me money next month."

"That's right, that's the number." Mingyi was distressed. "You child, the price is soaring now, why do n’t you tell your aunt if you do n’t have enough money? How can you eat a piece of bread for breakfast? If it were not Jing Ming, I I don't know if you are so frugal in school. "

Du Ruo was surprised, and gradually blushed: "Auntie, thank you, but I don't need it, I have enough money, that time was a misunderstanding, I was in a hurry to class ..."

"Don't talk about it, you also know your aunt's temper. That's how it's set. Besides, it's cold, add some winter clothes."

Du Ruo's eyes were hot, his heart was sour and warm, and for a long time, he murmured "um".

Ming Yi changed a light topic: "How are you doing at school, can you keep up with your studies?"

"Following it." She raised her voice slightly and reported her grades actively. "Learned very quickly. Now I'm studying outside the class, and I'm going to the wall to see foreign thesis libraries and research courses. I can learn every day. Something new, especially satisfying. "

"I've started to teach myself. Auntie was very happy to listen."

"Thanks to the computer you gave me."

"Xiao Ruo you are just too polite, a computer, you talked about how many times I thanked me, all the calls back, I will not mention it next time."

She blushed and stuck her tongue out and smiled: "Oh."

"Speaking of it, it was me and your uncle who ignored it and didn't buy it for you earlier. It was Jingming who said it to me and his dad."

Du Ruo was unexpected again, and he was stuck in place.

Until I put the phone down, the burning sensation on my cheeks hadn't faded, and my breathing was blurry.

Her mind was heavy, and she returned to the classroom. As she passed the stairwell, she heard footsteps and speeches from a group of boys quickly going upstairs. The boys were talking eloquently. One of them was Wan Ziang, a classmate in her class:

"Sleep, you cow, you are willing to disassemble the expensive car."

"Dedicate to science." This was Jing Ming's ridiculous voice.

Du Ruo stepped back, hesitated for half a second, and finally walked forward daringly, meeting a few of them at the entrance of the stairs.

Jing Ming wore a red and black pilot jacket with his hands in his pockets. The man walked up the steps, his eyes lifted, his eyes were scattered with her, and he moved away without stopping.

Du Ruo breathed into his throat and couldn't fall.

When she passed by, she was breathing hard, and did not dare to look up at him, only to see a small white sign on his jacket chest, which read: u.s.army.

Flashed past and passed away.

Li Wei and Wanzi Ang Chong smiled at Du Ruo. Zhu Tao and Zhang Lei from the next class were not familiar with her and did not say hello. Their class is on the first floor upstairs, saying separately from Li Wei: "Leave."

"Goodbye."

Jing Ming didn't say a word, and didn't turn his head back. He pulled one hand out of his pocket lazily and waved it. Go upstairs.

Du Ruo's breath slowly receded and went to the classroom.

Wan Ziang patted his head: "Ah, just talking about the car, and forgot to ask him how was Eva?"

Li Wei: "Relax, fix it early, humming humming in the dormitory." Speaking of this, he seemed to think something, sighed, and said to himself, "This time I can't do peace Dude. "

Wan Ziang didn't care, and immediately saw the leaflet in Du Ruo's hand, asking, "Will you join the debate team?"

"No, how can I argue?" She folded the paper.

Li Wei said, "Du Ruo is a bit introverted, but he can train."

Du Ruo said: "Forget it, I'm afraid it won't even pass the interview."

In the stairwell, Jing Ming and a few students walked upstairs.

Suddenly Zhu Tao said without warning: "Just that girl was the one who was very hot on bbs a few days ago. Before Ewa Jingming slaughtered the plate, there were many."

Zhang Lei: "Which? ... Oh, the one who wore the skirt in 400 meters. I saw it that day and it was very fun."

"Yes. It's her. The one in Li Wei's class is very cute. Jingming runs and knocked someone down. Haha." Zhu Tao raised his hand and put on Jingming's shoulder, who played with his mobile phone and ignored him.

Zhu Tao shook Jingming's shoulder: "What do you think?"

Jing Ming tucked his phone into his pocket: "I don't think so."

...

There were four professional lessons in the morning. Afterwards, the boys were a little sleepy. Du Ruo was always energetic.

After the last class, when the bell rang, she packed up her books and ran to the stairwell.

The students were all out of class and poured down from upstairs.

Du Ruo walked back and forth at the entrance of the staircase, back and forth several times, did not meet that person, nor did they meet his classmates.

She went up one floor and looked down the corridors to the various classrooms. It was all over, and the classrooms were empty. She just reacted, maybe they only had two lessons this morning, or they changed classrooms.

It is better to say thank you in person.

She went downstairs towards the boys' dormitory.

...

There is a straight but not spacious road at the entrance of the male dormitory building, with ginkgo trees on both sides. The wind blows, and occasionally two or three leaves fall.

One or two birds flapped their wings and fell to the tree, plunging into the branches and leaves, and disappeared.

Du Ruo sat by the flower bed at the end of the road, and from time to time he glanced at the door of the male dormitory ten meters away.

It's lunch time. There are boys walking out of the dormitory either alone or in pairs. Some boys trot into the door carrying packed lunches. Some people carry three or four plastic bags in hand. That is the lunch for the entire dormitory.

On the balcony on the third floor, Jingming's og-107 military trousers hung on the clothesline, occasionally shaking one or two times with the wind.

The sun is not strong, but still dazzling.

Once or twice, a shadow flashed on the balcony, and she stretched her neck to see, and quickly recognized that the shadow did not belong to him.

She had been sitting in the warm sunshine, her mood was complicated, and she was embarrassed. Until a certain moment, she felt that she should not sit down any more, without any result.

When he was about to leave, he saw Jing Ming step out from the dormitory building.

She was in a dilemma. After thinking about it, she eventually followed.

The tree was swaying in the wind, and the students hurriedly carrying their schoolbags and lunch bags.

Tree shadows, silhouettes across them.

His back was tall and thin. Perhaps because he wore a bomber jacket and had thicker autumn clothes, he didn't look as thin as a teenager in summer.

He never looked back.

She followed him through the boy's dormitory building, activity building, auditorium, main road, garden, pond ... the surrounding scenery changed, and the crowd became less frequent.

Until I walked behind a building during the Republic of China, I lost it.

It was a small two-story building with grey brick walls and red wooden windows, and the green creeper climbed upstairs.

There were no people on the tree-lined road. The yellow and green leaves covered the blue sky, and it was very quiet, as if all the people in the world were taking a nap, very quiet.

Du Ruo searched around, rounded the corner of Xiaolou, kicked one foot out, and tripped to her calf.

"Yeah—" She shuddered and almost fell. The thin screams startled a bird from the tree.

Jing Ming frowned: "Follow me?"

"No. I'm asking you something." Du Ruo said.

Jing Ming glanced up and down, her eyes finally fixed her eyes, a look of "what you want to say next" expression.

At this moment, he is always the same, without the good temper on the day of the game.

The autumn sun was dripping from the cracks in the leaves and fell on Du Ruo's neck. The tip of her nose became hot. She did not look directly into his eyes, her eyelids narrowed, and stared at the u.s.army on his chest.

She opened her mouth and thanked you for sending me the computer and living expenses. The words were condensed on the tip of his tongue, unable to speak.

She suddenly regretted coming over.

The man in front of him was not a good-tempered master, and he frowned impatiently.

She quickly turned her head: "I'm self-taught robotics course, is there a recommended bibliography?"

His frowning eyebrows were half loose, he took out his phone, and typed quickly.

The wind was blowing, and the creeper leaves trembled on the wall.

He squeezed his thumb on the screen, put away the phone, and “ding” a second.

Her cell phone rang, and Du Ruo pulled it out. A text message from Jing Ming was packed with dozens of book titles.

"Thank you." She looked up.

He didn't even say hello. He passed by her shoulders, went on the main road, and disappeared on the yellow-green tree-lined road.

Du Ruo looked up at the leaves shaking in the wind above his head, took a deep breath, and strode toward the library.