Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter11

When Du Ruo walked into the boys' dormitory, the aunt in charge did not stop her.

The corridor was a bit shady, and the air was filled with a hormonal smell of boys, dry and slightly dry, making her a little uneasy.

She took a sigh of relief and went up to the third floor in the slightly different eyes of the oncoming boys.

Passing the corridor, I saw girls in several dormitories. They used various materials to draw and prepare props for the games.

The door of 308 is open.

Li Wei and a few boys in the class squatted on the ground to do handicrafts. There are paint, drawing paper, sticks, ribbons, and glossy paper on the table.

The boys are fighting each other:

"Red with green, ugly."

"Your collocation was so ugly that it exploded. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple. You thought it was a rainbow stick."

Du Ruo knocked on the door: "What's the noise?"

"Just here, that fairy stick, what do you want? The materials are all here, you say, we'll do it for you."

"I'm afraid you don't like our designs."

"He's going to post a bunch of gold bars on the stick, he's extravagant."

"You're exaggerating, it's shiny and eye-catching!"

The boys argued again.

Du Ruo listened to their respective opinions and found that her dear male classmates usually have strong hands-on ability in class, and they are also very good at experiment design. However, they have a misunderstanding aesthetic in the fairy stick, not a Sailor Moon It's Balala Little Devil.

Taking into account that she eventually walked across the playground while holding the stick, she also lost her face, so she said, "I'll do it myself. You're busy doing something else."

"Okay." You have to draw class cards and design t-shirts.

Du Ruo squatted on the ground to select materials.

Boys chatting while doing manual work:

"How was Jingming's match yesterday?"

"Go to the final."

"Crap, you can guess. Ask the battle."

"The opponent's robot exploded in 20 seconds."

"I go."

She was curious and asked Li Wei: "Are you guys participating in the competition recently?"

"No. It's Jingming's personal match."

"Oh." No more questions.

There were too many people in the dormitory, so crowded, there was no place to sit, Li Wei said, "Du Ruo, go to my dormitory. Clean."

The alarm bell in her head rang: Li Wei shared the dormitory with the three boys in the next class.

He said, "My roommates have gone out, and no one is bothering you. My table is on the right side of the door."

She hesitated for a second and went to 307 holding the material.

The 307 dormitory is on. no one.

Combination beds, towels, water basins, plastic bottles stuffed with cigarette butts, clothes hanging on chairs ... not too messy.

There is a very light smell in the room. The boy's body smell is mixed with the smell of laundry detergent, and he can't tell who it is. But the smell of smoke should not be Jing Ming. In the impression of Du Ruo, he didn't seem to have the habit of smoking. He had a clean fragrance on his body and could smell it when he was close.

She put her things on the table on the right hand side of the door.

Li Wei's table was messy, stacked with books and notes, and she sorted out a little space, glanced at the other three combined beds, and recognized Jing Ming's table at a glance.

It is clear.

His base is full of shoes that seem to be expensive, a mac on the table, headphones on a head, books and some mechanical models on the shelf, and a bunch of robots under the table.

On the bed was a pair of ripped jeans and a black hoodie.

Just to sit down, I saw the computer on Jingming's desk flash—the computer was on, and it seemed that people would come back at any time.

She thought about it, so as not to be embarrassed, she picked up something and went to the next door.

But suddenly, Jingming's voice came from outside: "Are you too busy?"

She was frightened, and before the response came, the door was opened. Jing Ming hung up the phone, walked into the door with a black face, stopped suddenly, stared at her with a little surprise, and half a second later, the eyes glanced up and down again:

"What are you doing here?"

She was stabbed by him and immediately said, "Li Wei asked me to come." Then he put things on Li Wei's table.

Jing Ming touched her for a long while, raising her lips and smirking, "Let's wait for you."

He walked back to his desk, tore his clothes off the bed and put them in the cabinet, then leaned against the stairs of the combination bed, wondering what he was doing. Later, Du Ruo heard the sound of the machine running.

Turning around, a tank-like robot waving two small paws, rushed towards her with arrogance.

Du Ruozheng froze, the little robot ran to her feet, and her two big and q eyes rolled up to look at her. Then, she raised her small paw, "pumped", and hit her ankle.

After the turn, he ran and ran to Jingming's feet and hid.

Du Ruo: "..."

Jing Ming leaned on the stairs and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

It's hard to imagine that this robot has great strength.

"That's good," he said.

Du Ruo is unknown.

He didn't explain. It seemed that he was not in a good mood. She sat down and took the headphones to put it on, and her eyes were attracted by the little robot. She was so curious, and asked uncomfortably, "Is that your robot?"

"Um." He didn't look back, not enthusiastically.

Embarrassed and unable to hold back curiosity, she whispered: "It walks very stably, but it is a crawler and it is inherently stable. Does such a robot still use a gyroscope?"

His earphones stopped, he glanced at her, and said, "You shouldn't have learned the textbook yet?"

"Oh. I studied outside the classroom." Her focus is still on robots. "Recently there are robot competitions?"

"Well." He hung the headset around his neck, grabbed his hair, and slid his hand across the computer's sensor screen.

Du Ruo nodded thoughtfully, pondered to go back and search for the game date and venue.

Such a good opportunity must be seen.

Just thinking, he turned his head and glanced at her: "Do you want to see?"

"Ah." She nodded.

He pulled the headset off his neck, got up and walked to a classmate's desk, took a ticket from the bookshelf and handed it to her.

She froze, took it, and said, "Thank you."

The match date is after the Games, vvip, no seat number.

"Call me twenty minutes early."

"Oh."

Jing Ming sat back at the table, picked up the headset again and put it on without observing things around him. It was as if she would slap him to the side.

She glanced at him. He tapped on the keyboard with his headphones on, and the white light from the screen reflected on his side, his eyes sparkled.

Suddenly she felt like returning to that Internet cafe.

She took a deep breath, took the ticket, and sat down, making a hand-made order.

Occasionally glanced at the robot, it stayed at Jingming's feet obediently, silent.

The little guy is really cute. She thought.

Robot, she also wants to learn. Well, went back and looked for information.

The two were fine with each other. His keyboard rang, and confetti rolled over her.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and an English song was sung on his bed, with a lazy tone in Feiyang, and Du Ruo did not hear the lyrics clearly.

The phone was ringing all the time, Jing Ming seemed to hear nothing.

Du Ruo finally heard a lyrics: i’mlisteningtoyou.

The bell stopped, and after ten seconds of silence, it started to ring again.

Jingming still didn't respond.

Hey, playing the game with so loud headphones. Du Ruo shouted, "Hey!"

It doesn't matter.

She knocked down the stairs near his desk with a stick, and he glanced at her with an indifferent expression to the partner.

She pointed at the top of the bed above his head.

Jing Ming took off his earphones, got up and picked up his mobile phone from the bed. After picking it up, he took a look at Du Ruo with a little precaution. Someone was present and he didn't speak for a moment.

The **** the other side said a bunch of beans, crackling.

He calmly said, "Are you bored?"

Every few seconds, he said, "At the dormitory. What's wrong?"

"You would rather see me without playing the game! Don't make excuses about what ghost machine you are busy with!" The accusation Du Ruo heard.

Jing Ming's face was slightly green, and it became a bit ugly. He walked away from Du Ruo's balcony, because the other party was followed by a chase.

He closed the balcony door.

The colorful thread ball on Du Ruo's table rolled down to the ground, she got up to pick it up, and saw that Protel was running on Jingming's computer, drawing.

Did not play games.

She returned to her seat guilty, and the war escalated over the balcony.

When Jing Ming spoke again, he was already impatient: "Let's do it. Noisy with you all day long, my **** is really tired."

Min Enzhu didn't know what to say, Jing Ming came to the fire: "Are you **** sick?"

"Min. Min Enzhu, take a break this time, don't run and ask me!"

"Who is soft and who is grandson!"

"..." Du Ruo was frightened.

Is this a witness to a breakup?

Why was she still sitting on the muzzle and quickly packed up? She just got up, Jing Ming came back from the balcony with a dark face, threw her mobile phone on the table, didn't look at her, and sat down to get on the computer.

The headphones crackled.

Du Ruo stood up and went to the dormitory next door.

Half an hour later, she finished the props and passed 307 when she left. She heard that the cell phone rang again. Looked inadvertently, the desk lamp and notebook were both on, but Jing Ming was absent, and the phone continued to ring.

Out of the dormitory building, met Min Enzhu anxiously calling downstairs.

She was surprised when she saw Du Ruo coming out of the building.

"Eh?"

"Can girls enter boys' dormitories?"

"Not usually, but the week before the Games is fine. It's been a few days."

"Ah, thank you." Min Enzhu smiled relievedly and ran into the building.

She laughed so beautifully. Du Ruo thought. He is tall and wears nice clothes.

Thinking and curious, did they break up?

The matter soon came to fruition.

On the day of the sports meeting, the weather was fine.

The autumn sky is high and blue, and the leaves around the track and field are half green, half yellow, and bright.

The admissions of each class can be described as exciting.

Some wear school uniforms of the Republic of China, some are in ancient costumes, some are in western courts, some are in military uniforms to carry rockets, and a class is a steam locomotive.

Du Ruo's last appearance in their class.

That morning Xia Nan gave her makeup and styling. At first, she refused. Xia Nan said, "No matter how you are class flowers, don't drag your legs behind."

Du Ruo then gave in.

After half an hour of drumming, all three in the dormitory were stunned: "Xiao Cao, I found out today that you have good facial features, and you usually look too dark."

"My home is near the tropics and the sun is strong all year round."

"Beijing has almost no sun. It will be white .... Ah, your clavicle looks so good."

Du Ruo was pushed to the mirror and froze. The girl in the mirror was pretty.

She put on makeup, braided her hair, put a white camellia in her braids, a white skirt, high heels, and a suspender skirt exposing the beautiful shoulders and collarbone, took a shiny and delicate command battle, and led the team to the podium. before.

She picked up the stick and made various instructions in turn, holding it flat, raising it up, raising it to the top of her head, turning the stick, or raising her hands with both hands and spinning.

The boys one by one, row by row, according to her instructions, changed into various complicated formations, squatting, standing up, changing formations, crossing, dancing mechanical dances, and doing robot movements.

The whole program is innovative and joyful, and the viewing is also strong.

There was applause on the podium. On the playground, the students cheered warmly, especially He Huanhuan.

When Du Ruo finished her performance, she lifted her staff and saw that her performance was perfect from the audience's eyes. She smiled confidently and brilliantly at her roommates, but her eyes hit Jingming in the crowd. Their class is also standing there.

His eyes staggered briefly with her, and he moved away.

...

At the end of the opening ceremony, Du Ruo stepped onto the stand happily, just as Jing Ming came down from the upper steps.

She leaned slightly with her breath on her side to make room. When the two passed by, he seemed to be in a good mood, saying:

"You are good."

Du Ruo hesitated, others had quickly stepped out of the stands and ran away.

The breeze blew through the treetops, and flowers bloomed in her heart, and she walked briskly to the top of the stand and sat down.

The trees are dense, and the branches are capsized in the wind.

The autumn sun shines through her green and yellow tree crowns.

She pinched her skirt carefully and couldn't help touching her collarbone, remembering that her housemates praised her clavicle in the morning and praised her for being beautiful today.

After she sat down for a while, Qiu Yuchen came over and handed her the coat: "Hurry up and don't catch a cold."

"It's not cold," Du Ruo said, holding his coat in his arms.

"Yes, let you be more beautiful for a while." Qiu Yuchen touched her face, "Dear, you are really beautiful today! But remember to wear clothes later, don't freeze."

"Know it."

Du Ruo sits high, with excellent vision. She looked at the game in the middle of the track and field, and unconsciously glanced at the stand next door. Someone was absent.

But soon, she saw Jingming.

He came over from the rostrum, replaced the class-printed t-shirt, and put on a set of clover sportswear, with fair skin and long legs. He was full of sunshine and attracted a lot of attention from the stands.

He took a few steps, a girl chased him, and the two went to the stands together.

The couple outfit Min Enzhu wore with him.

A tall girl looks really good in sportswear, refreshing and neat.

Du Ruo was quiet and put on his coat.

As the autumn wind blew, her exposed legs were cold.