When Du Ruo walked into the boys' dormitory, the dormitory manager didn't stop her.
The corridor was a bit shady, and the air was filled with the smell of male hormones, which was dry and slightly dry, which made her a little uneasy.
Holding her breath, she went up to the third floor under the slightly strange eyes of the oncoming boys.
Passing through the corridor, I saw girls in several dormitories. They were gesturing with various materials and preparing props for the sports meeting.
The door to 308 is open.
Li Wei and a few boys in the class squatted on the ground doing handwork. There are paints, drawing paper, sticks, ribbons, and gold paper piled on the table.
The boys are burying each other:
"Red and green are ugly."
"Your outfit is so ugly that it explodes, red orange yellow green blue blue purple, you think it's a rainbow stick."
Du Ruo knocked on the door: "What's the noise?"
"It's just in time, that fairy is awesome, what do you want? The materials are all here, you say, we will make it for you."
"I'm afraid you don't like our design."
"He's going to stick a bunch of gold bars on top of the stick, it's very flamboyant."
"You're flamboyant, that'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 skills in class, and are also very good at experiment design, but they have a confusing and misunderstood aesthetic in the matter of fairy sticks. It's Balala the Little Demon Fairy.
She considered that she would eventually carry the stick across the playground, and she would lose face, so she said, "I'll do it myself. You are busy with other things."
"That's fine." I still have to draw class cards and design T-shirts.
Du Ruo squatted on the ground to pick out materials.
The boys are chatting while doing handwork:
"How was Jingming's match yesterday?"
"Into the finals."
"Nonsense, you can guess it. Ask about the battle."
"Destroyed the opponent's robot in 20 seconds."
"I go."
She was curious, and asked Li Wei: "Are you Prime participating in the competition recently?"
"No. It's Jingming's individual competition."
"Oh." No more questions.
There were too many people in the dormitory, too crowded, and there was no place to sit. Li Wei said, "Du Ruo, go to my dormitory. It's clean."
An alarm bell rang in her mind: Li Wei shared a dormitory with the three boys in the next class.
He said: "All my roommates have gone out, no one bothers you. My desk is on the right side of the door."
She hesitated for a second, and went to 307 with the materials.
The lights in dormitory 307 are on. no one.
Combined beds, towels, water basins, plastic bottles stuffed with cigarette butts, clothes on chairs... It's not too messy.
There was a very faint smell in the room. It was the boy's body odor mixed with the smell of laundry detergent, and it was impossible to tell whose it was. But the smell of smoke should not belong to Jingming. In Du Ruo's impression, he doesn't seem to have the habit of smoking, and he has a very clean fragrance, which can be smelled when he gets close.
She put things on the table to the right of the door.
Li Wei's desk was a mess, piled with books, scraps of paper and notes. She cleared up a little space, scanned the other three combined beds, and recognized Jingming's desk at a glance. The window on the right was next to Li Wei's.
It is clear.
His base cabinet is filled with all kinds of expensive shoes, a mac on the table, earphones on one head, books and some mechanical models on the shelf, and a bunch of robots under the table.
A pair of ripped jeans and a black hoodie were draped over the bed.
Just as he was about to sit down, he saw the computer on Jingming's desk flickering—the computer was on, and it seemed that he would come back anytime.
She thought about it, to avoid embarrassment, she still picked up her things and prepared to go to the next door.
But suddenly, Jing Ming's voice came from outside: "Are you in a hurry?"
She was startled, but before she could react, the door was pushed open. Jingming hung up the phone, walked into the door with a dark face, stopped all of a sudden, stared at her in surprise, and half a second later, he glanced up and down at her again:
"What are you doing here?"
She was stabbed by him, and immediately said: "Li Wei asked me to come." As she spoke, she put the things on Li Wei's table.
Jing Ming stared at her for a long while, then raised the corners of his lips and sneered, "Just wait."
He walked back to his desk, pulled the clothes off the bed and put them into the cabinet, then leaned against the stairs of the combined bed, not knowing what he was doing, after a while, Du Ruo heard the sound of the machine running.
Turning around, a robot that looked like a tank was waving its two little paws and running towards her with arrogance.
Du Ruozheng was in a daze, the little robot ran to her feet, turned its two big and q eyes to look at her, then raised its small paw, and hit her ankle with a "boom".
After the fight, he turned around and ran, running to hide behind Jingming's feet.
Du Ruo: "..."
Jing Ming leaned against the stairs and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"pain!"
It is hard to imagine that this robot is not weak.
"That's good," he said.
Du Ruo didn't know why.
He didn't explain, and seemed to be in a bad mood. He sat down and took the earphones to put them on, but her eyes were attracted by the little robot. She was so curious that she asked uncomfortably, "Is that the robot you made?"
"Yeah." He didn't look back, not enthusiastic.
The embarrassment couldn't suppress her curiosity, she asked softly: "It walks very steadily, but it is a track, so it is stable. Does such a robot still need to install a gyroscope?"
He stopped with his earphone-wearing hand, glanced at her, and said flatly, "You probably haven't learned that in your textbooks, have you?"
"Oh. I learned it outside of class." Her focus was still on the robot, "Is there a robot competition recently?"
"Yeah." He hung the headset around his neck, scratched his hair, and slid his hand on the computer sensor screen.
Du Ruo nodded thoughtfully, thinking about going back to search for the match dates and venues.
Such a good opportunity, we must see it.
Just thinking about it, he turned his head and glanced at her: "Do you want to see?"
"Ah." She nodded.
He pulled the earphones off his neck, got up and walked to a classmate's desk, took out a ticket from the bookshelf, and handed it to her.
She froze for a moment, took it, and said, "Thank you."
The game date is after the sports meeting, and there is no seat number.
"Call me when you arrive twenty minutes early."
"oh."
Jing Ming sat back at the table, picked up the earphones and put them on again, and didn't hear anything around him. As if she would kill him by being around.
She glanced at him, he was wearing headphones and typing on the keyboard, the white light of the screen was reflected on the side of his face, and his eyes were shining.
She suddenly had the feeling of returning to the Internet cafe back then.
She took a deep breath, collected the tickets, sat down, and calmly worked on the crafts.
Occasionally peeking at the robot, it obediently stayed at Jingming's feet, quietly.
The little guy is really cute. she thought.
Robot, she also wants to learn. Well, I went back and looked for information.
The two are in peace with each other. His keyboard was ringing, and the colored paper was rustling on her side.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and an English song was sung on his bed, with a lazy tone in Feiyang, but Du Ruo couldn't catch the lyrics clearly.
The phone kept ringing, but Jing Ming didn't seem to hear it.
Du Ruo finally heard a line of the lyrics: i'm listening to you.
The bell stopped, and after ten seconds of silence, it started to ring again.
Jingming still didn't respond.
Hey, playing games with such a loud headphone sound. Du Ruo called him: "Hello!"
No reason.
She knocked down the stairs next to his desk with a stick, and he glanced at her with the indifferent expression of someone who approached him.
She pointed to the bed board above his head.
Jing Ming took off the earphones, got up and picked up the mobile phone from the bed, and after picking it up, he glanced at Du Ruo, a little defensive. Others were present, but he didn't speak for a while.
The girl on the other end talked a lot like pouring beans, crackling.
With a calm tone, he said, "Are you annoyed?"
After a few seconds, he said, "In the dormitory. What's the matter?"
"You would rather play games than come out to see me! Don't make excuses that you are working on some kind of machine!" Du Ruo heard the accusation.
Jing Ming's face turned slightly blue and became a little ugly. He walked towards the balcony away from Du Ruo, because the other party followed up with another big complaint.
He closed the balcony door.
The ball of colored thread on Du Ruo's desk rolled to the ground, she got up to pick it up, and saw Jingming's computer with protel running, drawing a picture.
Didn't play games.
She returned to her seat with a guilty conscience, and on the other side of the balcony, the battle escalated.
When Jing Ming spoke again, he was very impatient: "Okay. I'm so fucking tired from arguing with you all day long."
Min Enzhu didn't know what to say, and Jing Ming became angry: "Are you fucking sick?"
"Score. Min Enzhu, this time it's clean, don't beg me again!"
"Whoever is subdued will be the grandson!"
"..." Du Ruo trembled in fear.
Is this witnessing a breakup
Why is she still sitting on the muzzle of the gun, pack up and slip away quickly. As soon as she got up, Jing Ming came back from the balcony with a dark face, threw his cell phone on the table, sat down and continued working on the computer without even looking at her.
The earphones crackled.
Du Ruo slipped to the next dormitory with his hair on end.
Half an hour later, she finished making the props, passed 307 when she left, and heard the phone ringing again inside. Inadvertently glanced inside, the desk lamp and notebook were on, but Jing Ming was not there, and the phone kept ringing.
Walking out of the dormitory, I saw Min Enzhu anxiously calling downstairs.
When she saw Du Ruo coming out of the building, she was surprised. When she passed by, she approached with some embarrassment, and said, "Student..."
"Eh?"
"Can girls enter the boys' dormitory?"
"Normally not, but one week before the sports meeting. Just the last few days."
"Ah, thank you." Min Enzhu smiled with relief, and ran upstairs.
She has such a beautiful smile. Du Ruo thought to himself. He was tall and tall, and well dressed.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but wonder, did they break up
This matter came to fruition quickly.
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 and half yellow, brightly colored.
The entrance ceremony of each class can be described as competitive.
Some were wearing school uniforms of the Republic of China, some were in ancient costumes, some were from Western courts, some were wearing military uniforms and carrying rockets, and another class made steam locomotives.
Du Ruo and his class were the last to appear.
That morning Xia Nan gave her makeup and styling, but she refused at first, Xia Nan said: "Anyway, you are a class flower, don't hold back your class."
Du Ruo then gave in.
After half an hour of tinkering, the three people in the dormitory all looked surprised: "Xiaocao, I just found out today that your facial features are very good, but your skin color is usually too dark."
"My home is close to the tropics, and the sun is always there all year round."
"There is basically no sun in Beijing. It will be white.... Oh, your collarbone looks so good."
Du Ruo was also taken aback when she was pushed in front of the mirror, the girl in the mirror was a bit pretty.
She put on makeup, braided her hair, put a white camellia in her braid, wore a white dress, high heels, and a suspender skirt showing her delicate shoulder blades and clavicle. She took a shiny and delicate baton and led the team to the rostrum forward.
She picked up the stick and gave various instructions in turn, raising it horizontally, raising it high, raising it above her head, turning the stick, or raising her hands and turning it.
One by one, the boys, one by one, changed into various complicated formations according to her instructions, squatting down, standing up, changing formations, crossing, dancing mechanical dances, and doing robot movements.
The whole program is innovative and joyful, and highly entertaining.
There was applause on the rostrum. On the playground, the students cheered enthusiastically, especially He Huanhuan and the others.
After the performance, Du Ruo put away her cane, and saw from the eyes of the audience that she performed perfectly. She smiled confidently and brightly at her roommates, but her eyes met Jing Ming in the crowd. Their class is also standing there.
He glanced briefly at her and moved away.
…
At the end of the opening ceremony, Du Ruo happily walked up to the stands, just as Jing Ming was coming down from the upper steps.
She held her breath slightly and turned sideways to make room. When the two passed by, he seemed to be in a good mood and said:
"You look good."
Du Ruo was taken aback for a moment, and the others quickly stepped off the stands and ran away.
The breeze blew through the treetops, and her heart blossomed. She walked briskly to the top of the stands and sat down.
The big trees are dense, and the branches are caressing in the wind.
The autumn sunlight shines on her little by little through the green and yellow canopy.
She carefully closed her skirt, and couldn't help touching her collarbone, remembering that her roommates praised her for her beautiful collarbone 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 jacket: "Put it on quickly, don't catch a cold."
"It's not cold." Du Ruo said, holding the coat in his arms.
"Okay, let me let you be beautiful for a while." Qiu Yuchen touched her face, "My dear, you are really beautiful today! But remember to put on clothes later, so you don't get cold."
"Know it."
Du Ruo sat on a high place with a very good view. She looked at the competition in the middle of the track and field, and unconsciously glanced at the stands of the next class, and someone was not there.
But soon, she saw Jing Ming.
He walked over from the rostrum, changed the class collectively printed T-shirts, and put on a clover sportswear, which matched his fair skin, tall and long legs. His sunny figure attracted a lot of attention from the stands.
After he walked a few steps, a girl chased him, and the two of them went up to the stands together.
Min Eun-ju and him are wearing couple outfits.
A tall girl looks good in sportswear, refreshing and neat.
Du Ruo was silent for a while, and put on his coat.
When the autumn wind blows, the exposed legs are cold to death.