I Am the Sister of the School Grass

The first session of the Mechanical Engineering Seminar was opened by Mr. Liao.

The students of Tsinghua University will participate regardless of whether they are in their majors or not. After all, this is one of the few situations where you can hear the lectures of the masters of Liao's level.

Tsinghua students think so, and other students naturally think the same.

Just like when the Naim seminar was full of students at the beginning, it was half an hour before the lecture started, and Yunyan saw that the number of people at the venue was already quite large.

After Yunyan entered the door, he glanced around and found that there were Asian faces and European faces.

It seems that everyone is worried that they will be late and have no seats.

This is enough to demonstrate the position of Mr. Liao in this field.

Yunyan walked from the front row to the back, and finally sat in the middle seat of the seventh row.

She thought, still ahead...

Otherwise, Master will come in and see her count down, how embarrassing.

At this level of seminars abroad, no one came to occupy four or five seats in advance.

Even if some vacancies are occupied by personal belongings, it is the person who came to put things first, and then went to the bathroom or something.

Therefore, Yunyan can still sit in the front seat.

It's just that because there are so many people, it is difficult for everyone to find a row of seats, so Yunyan is separated from the seniors.

Yunyan opened the notebook and first copied the subject of Mr. Liao's explanation.

When I looked up, I found a person in the seat occupied by a schoolbag.

Come on, I'm still an acquaintance.

The boy from Zhejiang University I saw yesterday.

When the boy saw Fang Yunyan, his eyes widened, "It's a coincidence, classmate."

This happened several times in a row, and they were all in the adjacent seats. Yunyan took the initiative to introduce herself: "Fang Yunyan, freshman of Tsinghua University."

"Dimon, Zhejiang University Biomedical Engineering, Ph.D. 2."

There are still more than 20 minutes before the start of the seminar, and the two slowly chatted.

"Are you a freshman, a Ph.D. or a master's degree?"

Dimon is more enthusiastic, otherwise he would not have thought about discussing academics with her when he first met Yunyan.

Dimon added, "You look really small, wouldn't you be an undergraduate?"

Yunyan was silent for a while, and said, "Forget it, I'm going to be an undergraduate this year."

"Really an undergraduate?"

Dimon's surprised voice raised uncontrollably, and then quickly lowered, "Wait, this year's undergraduate, are you currently in high school?"

Yunyan nodded.

She said, "Last time I said I didn't understand the seminar on neural computing. It's true, I didn't lie to you."

Dimon was just about to say, 'Then you come and listen to this, do you understand?', he suddenly remembered that the little girl beside him really understood.

The two of them were seated together yesterday, and he could occasionally scan Yunyan's notes.

Although the handwriting is a bit sloppy because of the fast writing, after listening to a seminar, she can summarize the knowledge framework.

This is very rare.

Even he didn't sort out the framework himself, just wrote down the content of the knowledge points.

I plan to go back and look at the theoretical framework.

Yesterday, Dimon wanted to borrow notes from Yunyan.

But Fang Yunyan was mentally exhausted yesterday. As soon as the speaker announced the end of the meeting, she packed her luggage and left.

I plan to go back to eat and rest early so that I can replenish energy today.

Dimon said: "I really didn't expect you to be a high school student. But I think you are very good. Judging from your topic selection, we both heard most of the seminar. It's all overlapping."

He brought himself in when he boasted.

After a pause, he added, "Many people listen to the seminar by looking at which one is easy to listen to. I am different. I have studied all the speakers."

Yunyan: "Huh?"

“I not only research from the theme of the seminar, but also choose which one I go to according to the status of the speaker in the academic world.”

Yunyan said, "I admire and admire."

After all, well-known speakers must have a lot of R&D experience, and their sense of smell is more sensitive to the frontier of technology than ordinary people.

This is the reason why Dimon studies it.

"It took me a lot of time to research this. If you want to know, I can tell you the next process."

Yunyan felt the pride and enthusiasm of Dimon, "I have already thought about what I should listen to, thank you."

Dimon: "…"

Yunyan felt like she was about to talk to death, she hurried to remedy and said, "No, I studied mechanical engineering in my undergraduate degree. I discussed it with the teacher and knew what to listen to."

Damon recovered, "Oh, you said yesterday that you learned mechanics."

He asked, "I think you have more potential in biology, why don't you study this?"

Dimon didn't lower his voice when he said this.

Senior Sister Mao Jiuyu at the back table heard this and answered for Yunyan: "Because you may find out that Yunyan's research on machinery has more potential?"

Dimon: "…"

Dimon and Mao Jiuyi knew each other, and they both had a major. When they participated in various domestic conferences before, they had made some contacts.

He knew that Mao Jiuyu was not a big talker.

If Mao Jiuyu can praise others, then this person must be very powerful.

Dimon glanced at Mao Jiuqu, then looked at Yunyan next to him, showing an unbelievable expression.

"High school?"

Mao Jiuyu nodded, "Yes."

Dimon felt a little bit autistic.

Yunyan didn't know what riddles the two were playing, she picked up her mobile phone and sent a message to Yuanmo.

It is 9:10 am in Philadelphia time, and 9:10 am the night before in China.

Yunyan thought, Mexico should go home.

She asked, "Mexico, how is your project doing?"

Yuan Mo was still in the computer room, he pinched the root of his nose, and the expression between his eyebrows was a little serious.

But when he saw the phone light up, this seriousness was well taken back by him.

"It's still in progress, there are many difficulties."

Yunyan said: "Even if it is difficult, don't work too hard. Only when you have enough energy can you have the strength to solve this difficulty."

The expression in Yuan Mo's brows and eyes softened, he quietly screened the screen, and typed, "Yeah."

This time, he took the initiative to talk to Yunyan about the project time, so that Yunyan would not worry about it.

"This project is one year away, and there is still a long time left. I will not tire myself out."

Just after typing this word, someone felt sleepy, really tired.

Yunyan asked again, "Mexico has done this project recently, what about the company's affairs?"

"The company has Xu Chi."

"What about the boss' cat?"

As the number one admirer of Y-ITC, Yunyan naturally knew that Xu Chi was the name of the boss.

So, when she saw Xu Chi, she thought of Big Orange. But she didn't want to call the boss's name directly, so she used these two words instead.

Yuan Mo was silent for a while, he was really tired of programming recently, and seeing this sentence reflected the matter of 'do you have a cat?' for a while.

Then I realize that I am not the boss yet.

The boss is Xu Chi.

I am just a humble big orange breeder.

Yuan Mo replied, "The boss is raising Daju himself, and his life is very nourishing."

Yunyan's tone inevitably carried a bit of admiration, "The boss is very powerful. He has built such a big company, and there is still time to raise cats."

Yuan Mo: "…"

Yuan Mo looked at the light from the Sanjiao window outside the window, took a deep breath, and thought that he couldn't care about Xu Chi.

Xu Chi, who was far away in Haisheng, hugged the big orange in his arms and sneezed suddenly.

He looked at Xu Daju with questioning eyes, "Daju, are you thinking of me?"

Big Orange gave him a face that he couldn't love, and let him go back and reflect on himself.

If it hadn't been able to break free from this man's embrace, would it still be held by him as a hand warmer?

Seeing that it was almost twenty-five minutes, Yunyan sent Yuan Mo: "Brother Mo, the seminar is about to start, I'm off."

"Hmm."

After saving the backup code, turn off the computer and go home to rest.

On the way, I met Ji Xingwen who just came out of the laboratory.

Big Brother Ji's hair is messy and a little damp. At first glance, he just wore a work cap to cover it.

Ji Xingwen saw Yuan Mo and said in surprise, "Why did you come out so early?"

I can let this overtime madman rest early, and the sun will definitely hit the west side tomorrow.

In addition to work, Yuan Mo always likes to keep silent.

But this time he didn't.

Yuan Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know what time it is?"

Ji Xingwen: "...9:30? What's wrong?"

Yuan Mo said, "Yeah, it's also 9:30 in Philadelphia. Before the seminar started, Yunyan just told me not to be too tired and to rest early."

Ji Xingwen: "???!!!"

What happened to Yunyan!