Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter16

For the next few days, Du Ruo never met Jingming.

As soon as the midterm exam was approaching, she had to prepare for the exam while continuing to learn extra-curricular content and had no time to take care of other things.

When it came to her school at the four points of the dormitory library cafeteria classroom, it was hard to meet her acquaintances.

Secondly, she is caught in a self-abandonment. She hates that she is constantly distracted and loses herself unconsciously, like a headless fly, deviating from the original track.

She missed the girl with a clear-cut heart in her hometown.

Struggling with thoughts, trying to get out of this strange circle.

Thinking about it this way, the pen in my hand was unconsciously drawn up on the paper with force, whistling, whistling, and drawing rough and irregular oblique lines.

In the dormitory, He Huanhuan was chewing spicy beef shreds, doing knowledge extraction at his desk, hearing the sound of strokes of paper, turning his head: "Student Du Xiaocao, what are you doing?"

Xia Nan was holding the book without raising her head.

Du Ruo looked back and saw that the manuscript had been scrambled by her. She hurriedly tore off the first two pages and kneaded it into a trash can.

"Oh." He Huanhuan didn't care; Xia Nan glanced at her strangely, and she avoided her gaze guilty.

Although it is Saturday today, there will be a mid-term test next week, so neither Xia Nan nor Qiu Yuchen returned home and stayed in the dormitory to read.

Qiu Yuchen was tired of watching. Throwing down the book, plugging in the computer and plugging in the earphones, he was ready to watch the American TV show: "Huanhua, give me a bag of hot and spicy beef shreds from your hometown."

He Huanhuan threw a packet to Qiu Yuchen to see Xia Nan.

Xia Nan: "It's too spicy, I can't eat it. If I have acne, I'll do white skin care."

"Bull." He Huanhuan gave a thumbs up. "Admire your self-control ability .... Little grass?"

"Here is my aunt, my stomach hurts." Du Ruo was angry.

He Huanhuan: "By the way, isn't your class going for this autumn tour, did you take leave?"

"I asked for leave. But as soon as I asked for leave, the boys in the class didn't go. They said they would wait for me and postpone it until next week."

Qiu Yuchen was eating spicy beef and sweating on the tip of his nose: "It really is class flowers, and the treatment is really good. Our class went on a weekly autumn tour. There was a boy who did not go on vacation and did not see the class cancel.

Du Ruo rubbed his dysmenorrhea and smiled weakly.

After the episode, the dormitory was quiet again.

Everyone read a book to review, and occasionally came the sound of He Huanhuan tearing the snack packaging bag, or a little sound leaked from Qiu Yuchen's headphones.

Until a certain moment, the sound of the pen tip breaking through the paper sounded again.

He Huanhuan and Xia Nan watched at the same time, and Du Ruo bit his lip, and planed the manuscript paper on the table with a pen.

He Huanhuan: "Du Ruo?"

Du Ruo stopped, his palms were sweating.

"What happened to you?"

Du Ruo crumpled the paper and lied, "Maybe it's going to be an exam. Be nervous."

He Huanhuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Why is it a big deal. You, since the beginning of school, the state is very tight. Every day, like preparing for the college entrance examination, just relax."

"I know. Don't worry."

Xia Nan thought for a while, and asked, "Xiao Cao, have you got any thoughts recently?"

"Yeah." Qiu Yuchen also paused the computer, concerned, "If you are in trouble, say, can we help?"

Du Ruo bowed his fingers, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't know what's going on. I'm always in a nasty state, and I don't know it. It's like drawing a paper. When you draw it, you can't help but feel it. Very upset again. "

Qiu Yuchen: "Is it a period of low mood? Everyone will do this every once in a while. Naturally, it will be good after a while. I was somehow low some time ago."

He Huanhuan echoed: "Yes, I also have that kind of time."

Du Ruo was relieved.

Xia Nan put away the book and proposed, "Want to take a walk on the tree-lined road? It should be a dormitory building."

"Great!" He Huanhuan immediately dropped his pen: "I haven't read this book for a long time!"

Qiu Yuchen shut down the computer: "I change my clothes."

Du Ruo agrees, anyway, it should be reviewed anyway, if you go out and breathe, she will soon be suffocated.

...

Only the trees knew that after a day, the autumn mood would be stronger.

Near the college of physics, there are several long quiet tree-lined roads. After a while, the treetops turned yellow.

On the road, the fallen leaves were paved with a thin layer, and when you stepped on it, you could hear the slight sound of cracked leaves.

The pleasant voice fell to my heart, as if to say that the university is not only a teaching building and a library, but also a tree-lined road and a stadium.

At first, each of the four girls walked quietly, blowing the autumn breeze. No one spoke, asked no exams, and no thoughts.

When passing the government building, Du Ruohu remembered that night, and she stood on the steps waiting for Jingming.

Today, the leaves are all yellow and the sky is bright.

She suddenly asked: "If you always pay too much attention to something that does not affect you, how can you not continue to pay attention?"

He Huanhuan wondered: "Well? Aren't people concerned about everything they like? Like Yuchen likes to chase dramas, I like snacks, Xia Nan likes beauty."

"There are things you reject or fear, and you pay special attention."

"Dread? People who are allergic to pollen will notice pollen for the first time?"

Du Ruoxiao laughed.

Xia Nan said: "Excessive attention, for whatever purpose, is dangerous and can lead people to deviate from the direction. Like me sometimes chasing dramas, I am very annoyed about the plot, but the more I talk about it, the more interesting I am at the end. Yes, but the solution is simple-stay away from the source. Nothing is far from being solved. "

Du Ruo thoughtfully.

Qiu Yuchen turned away from the topic: "If Du is a grass, shouldn't we also adopt a nickname?"

Du Ruo: "Xia Nan is a tree, Yuchen is a river."

Qiu Yuchen: "Where is He Huanhuan?"

Xia Nan: "Double happiness."

He Huanhuan protested: "Too bad!"

Du Ruo: "She's so two, two happy."

He Huanhuan continued to protest: "You are the second."

Qiu Yuchen: "This is suitable."

He Huanhuan: "No!"

Xia Nan: "Er Huan is good."

He Huanhuan: "You are only two. Two times your three equals six."

Xia Nan: "Look. You commit two as soon as you finish talking."

The four chatted in small pieces, and as they went further and further, their voices gradually scattered in the autumn wind.

The ripples in Du Ruo's heart seemed to be unloaded by the fallen leaves, and went away with the wind.

She did not meet Jingming for a long time, but after class, she researched the bursary and the student loan and submitted the application form.

...

Jingming was not in school at this time, but spent all day in the industrial park. The mid-term exams were nothing to him. Not only that, the members of prime also accompanied him to stay in the industrial park every day-a driverless car that Jingming's dad returned from overseas shipping arrived.

Since unmanned cars are essentially robots, everyone calls them robots.

On the day when the robot first arrived, a group of teenagers looked around the car up and down, and the boys naturally loved cars, so they couldn't help it. After its successful automatic test run in the industrial zone, it is even more valuable.

However, after systematic research, a group of teenagers endured endless heartache, and began to dismantle them one after another.

Jingming stays in the industrial park day and night, and every step and every part will not be neglected.

Li Weichang admired during the work: "Fuck is a work of art! Lying down, there are sensors all over the body."

"Look at this laser detector."

"Look at this gyroscope, they are so delicate."

He Wang, a computer genius in the team, also sighed: "I don't know how many computer hosts are in it, which algorithms are used for route planning and obstacle avoidance."

Zhu Tao is a little more relaxed: "The steering wheel, throttle and brake system are the simplest. We need to work harder to achieve this level, but it is not a big problem."

Jing Ming had the least amount of discourse when he was doing things, just meticulous planning, recording, indexing, and analyzing and studying its whole and details.

Once it was dark, when the crowd left the industrial park, Wan Ziang asked Jing Ming: "Does your father know that you want to tear down this car?"

Jingming: "I know."

Everyone said "Wow".

Jingming: "What's wrong?"

Wan Ziang: "Your dad can spoil you enough."

Jing Ming was speechless: "Cut."

...

After a week, the exam was thoughtful.

Du Ruo is not a temporary person, and she is an exam-type player, so she won't be nervous about the exam when she is in high school. But she also worked very hard, because her grades were related to scholarships.

The college's scholarship selection weight is 40% during the period, 20% for attendance, and 40% at the end of the period. The competition for scholarships has begun from the beginning of school.

Except for elective courses, which only need to submit papers, the compulsory professional courses and public compulsory courses must be tested.

Du Ruo has seen Jing Ming on several public compulsory exams, and he submitted his papers in advance in politics and English. I don't see whether he is too confident or not at all.

The rest of the time, she was dizzy in the library review and never saw him again.

Until Thursday afternoon, after testing the circuit principle, it was 3:30.

No exams that day. Du Ruo was going to go to the library to review the high school. He received a text message from Li Wei halfway and said that the class teacher Zhang Ruhan was looking for her.

They are a dual-mentor system. Each class has a class teacher who is responsible for teaching, which is equivalent to the class teacher in high school. Their class is Yang Changqing. At the same time, there is a class teacher who manages life in common.

To put it plainly, I often talk to students from time to time to help them solve non-learning difficulties.

The office is large and has no compartments. Every table is piled with documents like a high school classroom. There are several lush Brazilian woods in the corner, embellished with green.

Other teachers went to proctor the exam, only Zhang Ruhan was alone.

"Du Ruo, hurry, come and sit down."

Du Ruo sat across the desk and glanced at the surrounding environment.

Zhang Ruhan's table was close to the window, the shutters were open, and the blue sky and treetops outside were divided into pieces. The sun was also cut into strips, scattered in scattered, and shone in the succulent pots on the windowsill, tingling with fluffy shimmer.

There are several desks on the left and right, and each one is unobstructed when you look at it on the left; but the information stacked on the second desk on the right is particularly towering, obscuring the sight on that end.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

"It's half a semester, and I haven't found a chance to chat. I'm asking you to talk today." Zhang Ruhan is a young woman who smiles softly and speaks softly, especially nicely. "How is the school life adjusted? Is there anything? difficult?"

Du Ruo felt that her smile was kind and people relaxed:

"To be honest, I was very nervous at the beginning of a month. When I was in high school, everyone said that it was easy to go to college, not so much. There are too many great people in the school, and they work harder than you. Reading desperately, I was afraid that I might be left behind. Fortunately, I also felt some rules later, and adapted to it.

Moreover, she started to teach extracurricular courses on her own. However, there is no need to show it off.

Zhang Ruhan applauded and laughed: "You feel comfortable because you have increased your ability unknowingly."

Du Ruo smiled.

"But also pay attention to the combination of work and rest."

"knew."

"Did you join the community?"

"No," Du Ruo said seriously, "but I'm going to try next semester."

"That's good. Get to know more of your classmates. If you have psychological pressure or life difficulties in the future, you can talk to your teacher."

"Well." When Du Ruozheng was grateful, Zhang Ruhan took out a form from the drawer and asked, "Do you want to apply for a state grant?"

"Yes."

"But this bursary requirement can only be given to poor students."

The atmosphere changed slightly,

Du Ruo did not answer for a while.

Someone walked in the corridor, and it wasn't until the footsteps went away that she said, "I am."

Zhang Ruhan nodded his chin, and pondered for a while: "As far as I know, your phone is iphone6s."

Du Ruo stared at her eyes in surprise, looked at her for a few seconds, and said, "This is someone else's old phone, it was given to me. It wasn't me. I didn't have to lie for this money."

Zhang Ruhan smiled: "I just ask casually, not to doubt you, don't think about it."

"It's okay, I don't care. Teacher, applying for a bursary requires a civil affairs certificate. I have provided it, and I'm just behind the application form."

"I saw it. However, there are more than one student applying for a bursary, and the success depends on the review in the future."

The implication is to be poorer.

Fortunately, there were no other bystanders in the office. Even if her pride was shattered to the ground, she could pick it up and pat the dust in her pocket, and looked up again.

The sun fell on the Brazilian wood indoors, and the luster on the leaves stood still.

Zhang Ruhan said: "By the way, you said that your family is poor, so why not apply for a student loan when entering school?"

"Someone sponsored me regularly, so I didn't find this way when I first enrolled, but now I'm applying."

"Oh? Is it too small to help me ask the amount?"

Du Ruo hesitated and immediately shook his head: "No. Teacher, the reason why I applied for a bursary is because I have received too much support from others, and I don't want to continue to trouble them and keep taking their money."

Talking, someone came into the office.

When Du Ruo was disturbed, he immediately turned around and was a male teacher. He walked towards Du Ruo, and after passing by, he came to the second desk on the right.

That messy table full of documents was his.

He rolled up the paper in his hand, raised his hand, and tapped lightly on his head.

Zhang Ruhan is not surprised, but Du Ruohan sweated, and there was a person sitting behind the pile of documents?

The male teacher reprimanded: "How did the political class get 9 points ?!"

Du Ruo stared at the pile of documents, and saw that the person sat up a little straight, and a pile of dark hair appeared on the pile of documents.

"I can do a 9-point question, which is already pretty good." Jing Ming answered impatiently.