Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter17

Du Ruo's face was red with blood dripping, numb, and painful, as if there were countless tiny thorns, squeezing under the skin, trying to pierce.

Zhang Ruhan didn't care. She knew there were other people in the office, but didn't think there was any problem.

"You're embarrassed to say! What does a 9-point test look like?"

Teacher Liang Wenbang did not know the border situation, and continued to reprimand his indifferent student. But rather than reprimand, it is better to blame a mischievous child, because his face is angry, but the tone is not harsh.

Jing Ming was still sitting in a chair, slumped and dismissed, "I'm an engineering student, who is a robot, what's the use of Mao's theory?"

"This is a required course, you have to pass the exam!"

Jing Ming narrowed his eyes and glanced at the blinds: "I want to pass, the teacher doesn't give me 60 points. What can I do?"

"Co-authoring is still the teacher's fault? If you take a 50 or so exam, the teacher can still open one eye and close the other, making a fool. Can 9 points make sense?"

Jing Ming raised his chin slightly and froze his neck: "I can't make sense, or should you talk?"

"Funny!" Liang Wenbang said, "You go back and review, you have to pass anything in the make-up exam."

Jing Ming sighed silently, leaning his head, leaning on the back of the chair: "Then I can't guarantee it."

"The make-up test is to make the same set of papers. If you put the water in this way, can you still fail ?!"

Jing Ming frowned: "Where did the water go? I don't remember the title of the paper."

"I don't think you've even seen the papers!" Teacher Liang got up at an instant, and when he picked up the pen, he would knock on his head.

Jing Ming hid a bit later.

Du Ruo saw the side of his file flashing out through the file pile, and quickly flashed back again.

She sat here, numb inside, only her cheek was burning with a sharp tingling.

Opposite the desk, Zhang Ruhan continued to ask Du Ruo: "Inconvenient to disclose?" After waiting a long time to see her not answering, and her face became ugly, she smiled and said, "If you don't want to say it, you can do it. Okay?"

Du Ruo still did not answer.

Over there, Liang Wenbang let go of the supplementary exam, sat down again, and said, "What do you think of the topics I showed you last time?"

"It's boring. I don't think so."

"Isn't that interested in robotic joint gravity repairing that?"

"No."

"Okay. If you don't want to follow a senior brother, you can do it yourself."

Jing Ming sat up a bit, leaned to the desk, pulled a pen from the teacher's pen holder, and turned around: "Will the project belong to me or to school?"

Teacher Liang smiled: "Schools have to take part."

"How many?"

Teacher Liang compared his fingers.

The spinning pen stopped momentarily: "Why?"

"Site, talent, resources, equipment, and subsequent investment, aren't all schools?"

Jing Ming continued to write: "Then my dad can provide it. Don't rely on school."

Teacher Liang could not laugh or cry: "Are you talking to me about the conditions?"

Jing Ming: "Don't talk now, and hurt your feelings in the future."

"Say, what are you and your friends secretly studying now?"

"unmanned."

"Well, this technical barrier is high."

The teenager snorted: "The threshold is set on me."

This arrogant exploded, the teacher froze, haha ​​laughed a few times, the laughter was hearty.

"Which step are you doing now?"

"Trade secrets." He was too lazy to go into details.

Liang Wenbang couldn't see it. He laughed a few more times. There was no way to take the student and he said, "Let's go. Let's change the time for the specific situation of this matter. But ah, you can't relax with the robot. You should participate You have to participate in all the competitions. This is a matter of honor for the school. "

Jing Ming scratched his chin with a pen, suspected: "I see!"

"Xing Xing Xing, don't say any more. You take the exam well before you finish the exam .... I said seriously, make up for the exam and take it seriously. What's the matter?"

Jing Ming threw the pen back into the pen holder, and paralyzed again into the chair: "That's just a matter of fate."

"You child!"

It's fun there, and it's deadlocked here.

Zhang Ruhan saw Du Ruo hesitant to speak and called out: "Du Ruo?"

Du Ruo raised his eyes: "Huh?"

She slanted slightly under the sun, shining on her eyelashes, and she turned away slightly.

Zhang Ruhan took a sip of water from the glass, looked at the form in her hand, and continued to ask, "Your family is a father who died prematurely, and her mother is not well, is she unable to work?

"Isn't it written in the form? Illiterate, living on a minimum living standard. Is my word too scribbled?"

Her resistance was so obvious that Zhang Ruhan explained with a smile: "I just confirm it."

Du Ruo suddenly hated her smile and was trying to refute something.

There was a hint of mockery behind him: "Teacher, can such people apply for bursaries? The country's money is so easy to take!"

Du Ruo turned back, staring at Jingming incredibly.

Jing Ming glanced at her indifferently, his eyes moved to Zhang Ruhan's face, a lip corner, a smile that seemed polite, but with a slight contempt:

"She can apply for a bursary like this, so I will apply."

Zhang Ruhan immediately appeased: "Students, don't question first, rest assured, we will strictly screen the eligibility for grants."

"Of course, we must strictly screen." Jing Ming said, "she uses iphone, how can she be a poor student? You have to use Nokia ten years ago. Also," he pinched Du Ruo's shoulder with his thumb and forefinger. He shuddered and swayed a moment or two. "I don't see a patch on her clothes. Should poor students wear patched clothes?"

Zhang Ruhan reacted this time, and he was sarcastic, with an expression like swallowing a fly.

Du Ruo was stunned, but he didn't believe that he would rescue him.

"Poor students should look like poor students. They ca n’t buy good clothes, use good things, and do n’t eat snacks. Good food in the cafeteria should not be eaten, and pickles should be paired with steamed bread every time. To screen poor students, All the members had to hold the meeting. The students were sitting underneath. They were standing on the stage, who was crying badly, who was crying miserably, the people below voted for him. It was fair to choose so. Teacher, you said yes no?"

Zhang Ruhan's face turned red for a while and white for a while.

"Our hospital didn't have a lot of really poor people. Most of your forms here are even proofs of poverty. Teacher you are really" strict "." Jing Ming finished, holding back his fire, and glanced back at Du Ruo's head. "Everyone said that you do not qualify as a poor student in the eyes of Teacher Zhang. What are you still doing here?"

Du Ruo was still in the dark and had not responded yet.

Jing Ming kicked her chair: "Say you!"

She quickly got up.

Jing Ming has walked towards the door.

Du Ruolin looked at Zhang Ruhan before leaving: "Teacher, whether I apply for a bursary or read a book, it is to get rid of the imprint left on me by poverty and lead a better life. Therefore, I ca n’t be poorer than others. Show you poverty, and I won't. Because I won't go back. "

She nodded slightly, and no matter how Zhang Ruhan responded, she knew that the moment she turned around, she was happy.

She hurried out of the office and searched for Jingming.

His figure flashed around the corner of the corridor and disappeared into the elevator.

She sprinted at a speed of 100 meters. "Wait a minute!"

The elevator door was being lifted, Jingming leaned against the wall of the elevator, slightly raised his chin, and did not mean to stop the elevator door.

In the narrow gap of the elevator door, he glanced at her and looked away coldly.

The moment the door closed, Du Ruo stepped in and jammed the door.

Slam!

Jing Ming's expression was frozen.

Du Ruo hurriedly entered, and the elevator door slammed on.

The elevator went down quietly, she licked her lips, raised her head just to thank,

He didn't expect to sneer in the next second, a little annoyed, "Where did my parents treat you badly? Is it high on you and made you wrong?"

Du Ruo was surprised and immediately explained: "I didn't mean that, but since I can apply for a bursary, I don't want to use more of my aunt's money."

"Do you think she cares so much?"

"I care." She said.

"Oh." He laughed sarcastically, too lazy to talk anymore, snapped the keys, the elevator stopped at the next floor, and he strode out.

She stayed inside and watched the elevator door slowly lift up, his back going further and further.

She wanted to say something more, without saying anything.

It wasn't until the moment the elevator door was on the door that she remembered and forgot to say thank you.

...

At four in the afternoon, the sun had become thin and faint, and the blue in the sky had faded a few colors.

Du Ruo slowly walked back along the deciduous path, his mouth narrowed, his heart like a faint mist. But some of the pictures are very clear, what he said in the office, and the back view when he left.

The air was a little cold, but her heart was extremely warm.

From time to time, she looked up at the leaves on the treetops, as if turning a little yellower.

Autumn in Beijing is so beautiful. The sky is so blue and the air is fresh.

She took a deep breath and went on.

Before she knew it, she went downstairs. I stopped at the footsteps, and then came back to my mind. I should have gone to the library to review the high numbers.

She sighed, clutching the schoolbag bag and heading towards the library, she took a step, thought of something, and looked back at the girl's dormitory building.

At this time, everyone is not in the dormitory.

...

The dormitory curtains were pulled and the light was dim. Only Du Ruo's table was lit with a lamp.

Soft light spilled into a small world.

Her thin figure lay at the table, a book spread out in front of it. Introduction to Dong thought, a few pieces of manuscript paper full of black characters.

She bit her pen and thought about the question of the political examination. When she thought of it, she rushed to read the book, consulted the book, and copied the answer on white paper.

The forehead hair fell off from time to time, and she didn't care about it. She only took one stroke and wrote neatly.

The sky light outside the window faded a little, she finally finished writing, put down her pen, took a sigh of relief, and threw her aching wrist.

A humming noise from a door card near the sensor.

She immediately pushed open the political book and covered the manuscript papers with the maths.

He Huanhuan came into the door with a large stack of books: "Well? Didn't you go to the library?"

"Um. Late, no place." Du Ruo said.

"Are you going to take the test tomorrow?"

"Ok."

"Well, I think of a funny paragraph. In the past, there was a tree in the university called Gao Shu, and many people were hanging on it. Haha."

He Huanhuan laughed a little, haha ​​laughed, and laughed broadly, and Du Ruo laughed with her.

The next day she got up very early. She skipped to Jingming's classroom without eating breakfast, pretended to study on her own, and found his schoolmate to help him occupy a seat.

She approached cautiously, unzipped the zipper, stuffed the folded manuscript paper into her schoolbag, pulled it, and evacuated quickly.

After leaving the classroom, I looked back for a while before leaving contentedly.

It was just a moment of contentment at this turn, she suddenly felt,

It's over.

She felt terrified from the bottom of her feet.

Ruined.

She seems to like him.

It's no use to deny it anymore. What envy, gratitude, hate, exclusion, and jealousy are all excuses.