Ruo Chun and Jing Ming

chapter6

After the military training that day, it was dissolved in place.

Min Enzhu, like a birdie, jumped down from the stand and took Jing Ming's arm away.

He Huanhuan admired: "It's really beautiful. Even the back looks good."

Xia Nan: "Nonsense, or can you call the school flower?"

Today, Min Enzhu wore a white chiffon shirt and dark blue pencil pants. His legs were thin and straight, and he wore pairs of high-heeled shoes, not much shorter than Jingming.

Du Ruo remembered that he was a whole head shorter than Jing Ming. His high expression when looking at her, coupled with the natural angle of looking down, was really terrifying.

"She's quite tall," Qiu Yuchen said, "Is it one meter and seven?"

"Well, taller than me." Xia Nan was one meter seven. Du Ruo and Qiu Yuchen sent her two or three centimeters apart, but the height of this thing, even two or three centimeters, was very different.

"Going to dinner?" He Huanhuan, who had the food, forced the topic for a second.

"..."

"I take a shower first, and my body is dirty."

"Me too. You two, don't go to the bathhouse, where do you wash?"

"There is a shower next to the washroom."

"Isn't there hot water there?"

"Go boil in the water room."

"I can toss," Qiu Yuchen said.

"Don't eat now ... let's buy fruit." He Huanhuan kept his mind on the food.

"..."

The four chatted and walked to the fruit store.

The fruity smell in the shop squeezed a lot of freshmen who just finished military training.

Du Ruo took a lap and was taken aback by the price. A small piece of kiwi for ten dollars is enough for her to eat two meals in the cafeteria. Cherries are about two hundred pounds fast, which is her six-day living expenses. As for mango and durian red longan, it is not outrageous, but it is also a bit extravagant for her.

After pondering for a long time, I finally chose four bananas and two oranges, exactly ten.

Qiu Yuchen bought jinshilizi and washed it for everyone at night.

Du Ruo only ate one, but did not take more. She knew that the banana she gave her roommates was not worth it.

"Get some more."

"Enough, I don't have any longan from Huanhuan here."

"Take two more." Qiu Yuchen urged.

Du Ruohuan, however, took one.

The cherries are round, cute and delicious, no wonder they are so expensive.

She pondered that it was time to find some part-time jobs. But don't be too anxious to make money, at least two or three months after the start of school to see if there is enough time. After all, school is the most important thing, especially in such a prestigious school that never lacks excellent students.

A few days ago, Du Ruo sat at the table and read a book. Qiu Yuchen hummed an English song and came in. Du Ruo was surprised to find that her spoken English was as standard and smooth as the original.

And Du Ruo's dumb English that he learned in his hometown is difficult to express, and his pronunciation becomes a problem.

She was very excited, bought English reading materials and audio, and went to the playground every morning to read English. On the first day, I found that many students were studying in the morning, earlier than her.

This is the university. People who are better than you work harder than you.

...

After the military training, university life officially kicked off, and everyone began to run around books and laboratories with books.

Du Ruo and the three roommates are in different classes and have different timetables. The time is staggered. Opportunities to go in and out of dormitories and cafeterias are greatly reduced.

Freshman classwork is heavy, and professional classes, especially theory classes, are extremely intensive. Everyone is thinking about their studies and only go to the library together at night.

Du Ruo has been a learning child since she was a child. Regardless of whether it is a professional or public course, a compulsory course or an elective course, and a small class or a large class, she can quickly keep up with the content as long as she focuses on listening. After class review and consolidation, bite the difficult points, you will not feel struggling.

But even so, she often feels backward.

Many boys in the class are extremely erudite. The knowledge they unintentionally revealed when chatting or answering questions with the teacher or operating machinery in class made Du Ruo ashamed, and often scattered her with a bunch of strange knowledge like a girl, waiting for her after class. Look through the sea of ​​books.

This was an invisible pressure that forced her to bury her head in the library for a longer time, from Schopenhauer to Wittgenstein, from Planck to De Broglie.

But another invisible gap is difficult to fill-their strange divergent thinking and their brains break through the sky's imagination.

She only had a spectacle of surprise, while benefiting from them and opening up a new world, she was caught in the sorrow of "why can they think of me but could not think of it".

When Du Ruoji was initially admitted, the high school class teacher told her: After going to college, you will meet many people who are better than you. Don't panic, don't get angry, don't be frustrated, study hard, live well, and go your own way step by step.

With this in mind, she was impatient.

She sincerely admires and appreciates the boys in the class. They are always curious and enthusiastic about the unknown, and they are deeply in love with what they have learned. Even the boys who look so ordinary and introverted on weekdays, there are areas where they can talk about and let their eyes shine.

They are friendly to Du Ruo and even take care of them. Whether you are studying or living, you must answer questions and help if you are busy. Once Du Ruo encountered a problem that he didn't understand, he asked Wan Ziang for advice. A few boys around him heard it, and all came over and you explained it to me. Speaking thoroughly, by the way, a bunch of science surrounding science.

It's like twenty-one brothers sitting in the laboratory in the classroom.

The first row of the small classroom also became her exclusive seat, no one grabbed her. Classes are held in the laboratory, and the position closest to the lecturer is also left to her.

Even when they encountered a big class in the department, they would help her occupy a seat.

In a public English class that day, He Huanhuan followed her to a good seat and couldn't help but sigh: "The treatment of class flowers is different."

Du Ruo glanced at her silently.

Public English is taught in large classes, and the ladder classroom is full of people.

The bell is not ringing yet,

Du Ruo opened the book, meditating on the words, and a lazy inquiry came from behind his head:

"Is there no one beside you?"

Suddenly, all her hair was raised.

Why is it him again?

Don't sit in the last row, what's the fun here? !!

She knew that he was asking Wan Ziang behind her, they were next to the dormitory. They had known each other for so long.

Wan Ziang said, "No one."

Jing Ming threw the book on the table and sat down, saying, "Fuck, it's late. The last few rows are all occupied."

Du Ruo: "..."

Wan Ziang: "I don't want to have a big class. I'll call you by name next time."

Jing Ming sighed: "This teacher is a classmate with my mother. She knows me."

Du Ruo: "..."

He didn't remember skipping lessons until school started, wasting his father's hard work.

She didn't realize that her abdomen was getting harsher, like a Q-style resistance, to fight his arrogance against her.

He was silently scornful, and there was a "slam" under the chair, and his foot kicked her **** across the sheet.

Du Ruo was startled :? ? ?

"Oh. Sorry." Jing Ming leaned forward slightly, a low voice near her ears.

Her ears are tingling.

In the ladder classroom, the front row of chairs is short, and his legs are too long. He accidentally kicked the front row when stretching, and quickly adjusted his sitting posture.

"It's still the last row," Jing Ming said to himself.

Du Ruo looked down and didn't dare look back.

Jing Ming noticed that she didn't look back. His voice is not so small as to be inaudible, but the person in front of him does not respond.

He squinted and looked at the back of her head for a moment, faintly got a clue, and leaned slightly aside to look at her a little bit, and remembered slightly, it was Du Ruo.

The girl's ears were flushed now.

He tickled the corner of his lips with a smirk, and didn't care.

The bell rings, class. The classroom went quiet.

Du Ruo was not affected by Jingming, and his legs did not move any more. The people behind him did not move at all, as if there was no existence.

She listened carefully, took notes, and muttered words and sentences from time to time.

Halfway through the class, the teacher asked someone to read the text.

Du Ruo silently lowered his head and did not make eye contact with the teacher.

Presumably at that moment, everyone avoided the direct look with the teacher, sitting in a classroom full of people shrouded in a deep silence for several times.

But Du Ruo didn't hold back the silence, and out of curiosity, looked up at the teacher.

OK, got caught.

Teacher: "You come to read the first few paragraphs of the text."

She was dying and pointing weakly behind him, was he? ? ?

The teacher said, "It's not him. It's you."

Du Ruo: "..."

While trembling inside, tears were streaming on his face, and soon it became a kind of generous dying excitement. Although she hadn't read in the morning for a month, she improved her basic pronunciation, and she didn't lose face.

Just be reviewed in advance!

She flattened her textbooks and began to read:

"Aletterortelephonecallesfromsomeoneyouhavenotmet, andyoufindyourselfimagingingwhatthepersonlookslike, puttingafacetothehiddenvoice.areyouanygoodatthis? Sometimesitiseasytogetitwrong——"

She spoke extremely slowly, biting every word in a regular manner, and there was no flaw in her pronunciation, but the sentence as a whole did not fluctuate.

After reading a few paragraphs, the teacher said, "OK."

She stopped.

"The pronunciation is all right, but it's too nervous. Don't be nervous next time."

Du Ruo nodded, very satisfied with his performance. The hard work for more than a month finally paid off. The stupid bird flies first, and the effort will improve.

When she was excited and excited, the teacher said, "Behind, continue."

At the moment Jing Ming spoke, Du Ruo was dumbfounded.

A foreigner sat behind him.

"Johnblanchardstoodupfromthebench, straightenedhisarmyuniform, andstudiedthecrowdofpeoplemakingtheirwaythroughgraralstation--"

He speaks a little faster, speaks fluently and clearly, and is even very lazy and casual.

And it's English.

Even Du Ruo had to admit that the sound behind him was very **** and nice.

He Huanhuan even looked back at him in surprise.

He finished reading a long paragraph and the teacher didn't stop.

He frowned, too lazy to read, stopped and glanced at the teacher.

The teacher smiled: "Speaking is very good. Follow on."

Du Ruo's head was hit with a buzz.

She was flustered, as if the position of Ah Q who was sniffing at him could not be kept.

What is even more alarming is another hidden and cruel fact: some people are desperately chasing after, but they just rush to the runway tiredly and look at the back of others.

Nothing, she said to herself, it should not be.

Fortunately, the next class, Jing Ming returned to the last row, the two were separated by a distance of ten thousand miles. There are many people in the class, so it is her turn to read again. It is estimated that she will wait until the next semester.

She's safe.

Until the end of the month, college students will recruit new students.

The four girls in the dormitory all went to see Li Qinghe, who was speaking at the last freshman conference. He was the chairman of the student union.

The process of recruiting new people is very simple, one by one to introduce themselves and tell about their specialties.

Qiu Yuchen and He Huanhuan performed well.

Xia Nan was lazy and didn't go on stage. She just came here to make fun.

As for Du Ruo, he didn't have much hope, only if he had a chance to know more people in the same department.

The recruiting process is not good. Xia Nan, who is cold and indifferent from time to time, whispered a few words to give everyone a scientific background: who is the champion of the province and who is the champion of the national physics competition.

Du Ruo listened, feeling that he was a gopher that was beating his head.

After the meeting, I walked back to the dormitory. The trees were lush, but I couldn't stop the brilliant lights of the school building and library. Behind every crystal window are students studying hard at the desk.

Du Ruo lamented: "Our school is really crouching."

"Isn't it?" He Huanhuan held out the ice cream that he had just bought from the store. "One of our class gods followed one another and scared me to eat snacks every day."

"Which day do you not eat?" Qiu Yuchen spit out, "I'm going. When did you make the ice cream, I didn't find it?"

"Just now. You take a bite?"

Qiu Yuchen took a bite.

"Little Ruo?"

Du Ruo shook his head.

"Xia Nan?"

Xia Nan shook her head and said suddenly, "Oh, yes, Jing Ming also recruited specially."

Du Ruo asked: "Sports student?"

Xia Nan gave her a strange look and said, "He's very good."

"He won the first single in the World Youth Robot Contest. Three times."