The professor of biology is an old man in his sixties with a white beard. He is not as funny and humorous as the teacher in the wine tasting class. He first writes a series of numbers on the whiteboard when he enters the door, and then asks: "Who knows what the next number will be?"
The entire auditorium is full of top students, and of course the mere series formulas are nothing to worry about. Some people shouted 44 one after another, and some people gave different answers. The professor pointed to Xun Yuming: "Can you tell me why it is 44?"
Xun Yuming stood up straight, causing a burst of laughter.
The professor waved his hand and said, "Please sit down and talk."
Holding Mickey's notebook in his left hand, and gesturing with a yellow pencil on the calculation in his right hand, Xun Yuming blushed and said: "It is known that a1 is equal to 10, and a2 is equal to 24..."
He was rambling on, and the people around him laughed. When he finished speaking, the professor asked again: "Well, this is also an answer. Are there any other answers?"
"Did I calculate wrong?" Xun Yuming opened his mouth into a small "O", but he didn't answer correctly.
"You're right, but does anyone have any other answers?" The atmosphere in the professor's class was very relaxed. He spoke so fast that Xun Yuming couldn't keep up with his spoken English, so he could only keep his mouth shut.
There was another burst of noisy speculation, and the professor vetoed all the answers with a smile.
Finally, a voice sounded from the corner of the classroom: "42!"
Xun Yuming followed the prestige, but didn't see the man's face clearly.
The professor looked very happy, and grinned: "That's right, it's 42! Any careful classmate will know the answer! You see, it's as simple as that, because your inherent cognition defines your thinking, so you are all Looking for sequence logic, but it is not a sequence in the mathematical sense at all. Our class is to let everyone learn through the laws of biological behavior... "
Until the end of this class, Xun Yuming did not understand why the answer was 42, and why all the attentive students knew the answer.
After class, the classmates flocked out, and he took the notebook to ask the teacher for advice—just like he did every time. As my grandfather said, if you don’t understand something, you have to ask.
But the professor walked very fast, he didn't seem to be in the habit of answering questions after class, and before Xun Yuming squeezed under the auditorium, he had already disappeared.
Sadly walking back to his seat, Xun Yuming had question marks in his head. He pursed his mouth to pack his things, loss and troubles surged up, and the discomfort of being in a foreign country gushed out. Outside the window, the sun is setting, and the sunset is all over the sky, reflecting the youthful sadness of the young people.
The horseshoe table next to him creaked, and a shadow like a hill suddenly fell in front of him. The person who answered the question just now ran over at some point, and said in friendly Chinese, "Look up."
Xun Yuming raised his head subconsciously, and saw a row of gray and black numbers drawn on the white beams of the classroom roof, the first few were the same as the professor wrote on the blackboard, and the last one was exactly 42.
I see.
It turned out that it was just like that, he was still talking seriously about the calculation results he thought were accurate, it was really embarrassing, even more embarrassing than getting drunk in the wine tasting class yesterday.
Xun Yuming slowly blushed, and the two fires on his ears were burning hot.
At this moment, Zhuang Yi, who was bathed in the sunshine of California, was like an enlightener of a new world, and stretched out his warm hand to him: "Hello little ear, my name is Zhuang Yi, nice to meet you."
"Hello." Xun Yuming heard him call himself Little Ear, and said seriously: "My name is Xun Yuming, not Little Ear."
"I know." Zhuang Yi smiled, with two dimples blooming, "I sent you back to the dormitory yesterday, don't you remember?"
Yesterday Xun Yuming returned to the dormitory and fell asleep soundly. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he was alone in the dormitory. His mind was dizzy and blank, and he had no memory of Zhuang Yi. He shook his head, stuffed the maroon thermos into the net pocket on the side of his schoolbag, and said, "I don't remember."
"Ha, you forgot pretty quickly." Zhuang Yi followed him down the stairs and said as he walked, "I left my car keys in your dormitory, and I took a taxi back yesterday."
Xun Yuming held his schoolbag with both hands, and felt that this person was annoyingly noisy, so he just looked down at the road and ignored him, "I'll go back and look for it, and I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
"That won't work." Zhuang Yi spread his hands and said, "I have an appointment to watch the game tonight, how can I get there without a car?"
Instead of going back to the dormitory to sleep at night, he actually drove to watch the game.
Xun Yuming secretly classified him as a "bad student" and said with a straight face, "I'm going to the library, I can't get you the key now."
Zhuang Yi looked at him and sighed: "Unexpectedly, you look like a baby Jesus, and your temper is quite unreasonable."
Xun Yuming blushed, and said: "I can't go back to the dormitory now, I will give you the key in the afternoon." He took two steps forward, then came back and said, "Thank you for taking me back yesterday." He took off his schoolbag and took out a piece of paper. Give him a piece of paper with his phone number written on it, "Wait a minute... call me at half past seven, and I'll send it to you."
Zhuang Yi took out his mobile phone, saved his number, and looked up again, he had already left the teaching building. Zhuang Yi hurriedly chased him out, pushed on his bicycle and followed him, keeping a distance of more than two meters, all the way into the Ryan Medical Library.
There are more than 20 libraries in Stanford, large and small, and they study biology. Xun Yuming chose to go to the medical library instead of the biology library.
Zhuang Yi locked his bicycle next to the parking pile at the door, went in and turned around, and saw him standing in front of a tall wooden shelf, tiptoeing to pick up a book.
He has not yet grown up and is much shorter than his classmates. Zhuang Yi walked behind him, and easily took down the heavy tome. Xun Yuming turned around, with an annoyed tone, and asked softly, "What are you following me for?"
"Where am I with you?" Zhuang Yi put the book on the long table, pulled out the chair and sat beside him, and said, "I'm here to pass the time."
"The library is a place to study." Knowing that a bad student like him would not swim in the ocean of knowledge, Xun Yuming gently picked up the book, walked around and sat on the opposite table, and started to swim.
Zhuang Yi was bored, and while sending text messages to people, he propped his chin and looked at Yuming.
He was wearing a bright red zippered turtleneck jacket, and his pants were made of black stormtroopers, which made a "scrubbing" friction sound when he walked. The trousers were a little short, revealing a section of white socks, which looked terribly dirty.
This guy is like the old-fashioned guy who traveled through time in the last century. When he sat down, his feet were tightly together, and the part of his calf that couldn't be covered by his trouser legs was white and white.
He just read the book so intently, he didn't hear anything outside the window, and hardly moved except for turning the pages. Zhuang Yi waited until after six o'clock, couldn't bear it anymore, went to ask him: "Can I go back?"
Xun Yuming was immersed in his own world, when he heard the voice at first, he almost screamed out. He blinked, and raised his left wrist, on which was strapped an old-fashioned watch. Although the style is old, it can be seen that the price is expensive, and the gold plating on the dial is still there.
"It's not even half past six." Xun Yuming closed the book and said.
"Didn't you say to go back at seven?" Zhuang Yi helped him put the book back on the wooden shelf, and said, "It takes a quarter of an hour to ride a bicycle from here to your dormitory."
Xun Yuming put his bulky schoolbag on his back, walked out of the library, and said, "I don't ride a bike."
Zhuang Yi went over to unlock the car and said with a smile, "Why don't you ride? The school is so big, how long will it take to walk on your two legs all day long?"
"I..." Xun Yuming hesitated for a long time, resenting him for embarrassing himself, bowed his head and said, "I don't know how to ride."
"..."
Zhuang Yi didn't expect that there were still people who couldn't ride a bicycle, so he paused and said, "Sorry. Then I'll take you back to save time."
There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and two shallow dimples on the side of his dimple, he looked sunny and handsome.
Xun Yuming raised his head and stared at him, rubbing his eyelids involuntarily, as if he was dazzled just by looking at him like this.
People who are too eye-catching are always too far away from him. He is used to being alone, and no one has ever approached him like this.
Xun Yuming was full of doubts and asked, "Why...help me?"
"I want the key from you." Zhuang Yi smiled as a matter of course, "Isn't it just to pick you up on the way, and this is also called helping you?"
Naturally, Zhuang Yi didn't understand, it was not helpful to him, but it was a rare experience for Xun Yuming.
"But I want to go to the restaurant to buy food first, will you take me there too?"
Zhuang Yi shrugged indifferently: "Isn't it on the way? Then go."
Xun Yuming felt that he couldn't understand him, really couldn't understand him.
He hesitated to sit on the back seat of the car, Zhuang Yi put his long legs on the ground, grabbed his hands and put them on his waist, and said: "Hold it up, don't fall." After speaking, he kicked his right foot forward, and the car "Whoosh" flew out.
"—Slow down!" The car whizzed by, the wind poured into the neckline from the side, Xun Yuming was blinded by the blow, and hid behind Zhuang Yi and shouted: "This is a downhill, too fast!"
Zhuang Yi leaned forward, heard him scared, slowed down a little, turned around and asked, "Which restaurant are you going to?"
"It's right in front." Xun Yuming said, "The one with milk."
Zhuang Yi thought to himself, which restaurant has no milk, but he didn't refute him. At the entrance of the restaurant, Xun Yuming got out of the car to buy two milk sandwiches, and ran out to give him one: "Please eat."
"Thank you." I didn't want to eat it at first, but Xun Yuming bought it all, but Zhuang Yi couldn't refuse, so he threw it into the basket.
There are still a few steps left, and the Munger postgraduate dormitory where Xun Yuming lives is in front of him. Usually freshmen live in relatively cheap college student dormitories, and they can also open single rooms if the conditions are good. Few people go to graduate student dormitories to live.
But Xun Yuming didn't say anything, and Zhuang Yi didn't ask either.
He parked the car on the side of the road, went upstairs with Xun Yuming, and heard him say: "Wait for me outside, I'll get you the key."
The implication is that he is not going to invite him to sit in.
He didn't try to force others, he replied "yes" and stood in the corridor without moving.
Xun Yuming opened the door and entered the room, and after a while, there was a rustling sound inside, probably looking for the key. Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would not know what his car key looked like, so he knocked on the door and said, "Are you looking for it? It's a Volvo key with a heart-shaped pendant on it."
Before he finished speaking, someone in the room said in English: "Didn't I tell you not to come back before seven o'clock? It's only half past six. Who is outside? Do you know if someone is sleeping here?"
Zhuang Yi paused, and then heard Xun Yuming's low voice of apology. He spoke poorly and stumbled when he spoke, making him look more and more cowardly and deceitful.
I didn’t see anyone else in his dormitory when I came here yesterday. Zhuang Yi guessed that the person who spoke was probably a graduate student who was caught by the professor at night and did experiments until midnight before coming back to catch up on sleep.
He opened the door and went in, and saw a white man lying on the bed on the left, and said to Xun Yuming, "I'll find it myself." Then he greeted the man, "Sorry, I'm here to borrow something from him."
Zhuang Yi lifted the mattress, reached for his car keys from the gap in the corner, patted Xun Yuming on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'm leaving, thank you for the dinner."
Xun Yuming hurriedly followed, closed the door carefully, and said: "I'm sorry, just now... he didn't mean it, I came back early today."
There were two sparkling waters in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
Zhuang Yi didn't want to meddle in other people's business at first, but seeing his expression, he couldn't help saying: "When others bully you, you have to know how to resist. The crowd is normally distributed, there are unreasonable people everywhere, and you can't bear it."
What's more, in exchange for patience, you will make progress.
Xun Yuming lowered his head when he heard the words, and was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked him: "Can I be friends with you?"