If there is a group of people in the school who are most sensitive to climate change, it is the students in the morning class.
Du Ruo got up early every day and went to the playground to read English, obviously feeling that the weather was getting colder.
There are thick clouds gradually in the sky, gray.
The sun also lazily hid in the clouds and stayed in bed, and it didn't rise for a long time. The eastern sky showed a few light pink.
The air is cool and pure.
Even if the weather turns cold, there are still many students studying and jogging in the morning.
Du Ruo was reading while walking on the track and field with a book in her arms. Occasionally, withered and yellow weeds would pass by her ankles. vigorous.
She froze for a moment, and the book was rolled into a roll in her hand.
She happened to have finished reading a text, so she hurriedly collected the book and left the playground.
She planned to go to the classroom to read books early, so she didn't plan to go to the cafeteria for breakfast. She went into the commissary to buy a piece of bread to pay for, and gave her five yuan, and the proprietress of the commissary gave her two yuan and a half.
Du Ruo was surprised: "Isn't this bread selling for two yuan?"
"The price has increased, two yuan and five."
"Why the price increase?" When she asked this, someone walked in from the door, and the figure suddenly blocked the skylight outside. Quickly out of the way again.
The autumn sun slanted in and covered Du Ruo's hands.
When does the sun rise.
The man was picking things from the shelf behind her. The space in the canteen was narrow, so he lowered his head and said, "Student, please let me go."
Du Ruo's heart jumped in his chest, like a marble hitting a wall.
She glanced back at him at the speed of light and then looked away at the speed of light, and hurriedly stepped forward to stick to the counter to make way for the people behind her.
He walked over.
The proprietress said: "The price of the supply has increased, and we can only increase accordingly."
Du Ruo blushed, "Oh."
She took the change and fled in panic. Donuts, instant noodles, soda crackers, peanuts, spicy sticks on the shelves... The packaging was colorfully blended into an impressionist painting, flowing past her eyes.
After taking half a step, Li Wei in sportswear ran into the canteen, his eyes followed Jingming, saw Du Ruo, and smiled, "Good morning, Du Ruo."
"Good morning."
"Eat this for breakfast? Are you full?" Li Wei asked with concern.
"Yes. I have a small appetite." Du Ruo said. A hand stretched out from behind her and scanned the QR code on the counter. The hand was fair, slender, and well-defined. Being very close, Du Ruo could smell the smell of that person, just after running, sweat, soap, and the morning air.
She didn't move. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of him standing beside her, holding two bottles of functional drinks in the other hand. After cleaning, he left the canteen without saying a word.
The tall and thin figure flashed in the sunlight at the door and disappeared.
The sun has risen, and a thin layer of gold is sprinkled all over the campus.
The ginkgo trees in the school began to turn yellow, and it would take another ten and a half months to wait for it to be completely golden.
There was still some time before class, Du Ruo sat on the steps beside the flower bed, biting bread, watching the people coming and going on the road.
A boy walked past her alone with a schoolbag on his back, pondering questions in his head and muttering words; two or three girls were holding books, walking briskly, and laughing like silver bells when they chatted; Grandparents led the lead, muttering a hundred thousand whys.
What kind of life did each of them lead? Is it easy, is it stressful? Are you happy, are you hard
At least at the moment, everyone seems to have nothing on their minds, and sometimes they are thinking about learning.
There was a pigeon whistle not far away, and a long sound pierced the sky. She looked up and saw groups of pigeons flying by.
I don't know if the pigeons are also troubled.
In other words, they just need to ride the wind and fly.
After eating the bread, Du Ruo threw the packaging bag into the trash can, took a deep breath, and walked towards the teaching building.
The phone beeped, and there was a message from the dormitory group.
He Huanhuan: "Du Xiaocao! You are famous! Hahahahaha!"
Followed by a web link, Du Ruo clicked on it, it was the school's bbs forum, titled:
"The girl who ran 400 meters in a gauze skirt and sneakers is so cute! Please get to know her!"
The head picture shows her with short hair wearing a tube top and fluffy white gauze dress, holding the skirt and running wildly on the runway. Her shoulders and collarbone are thin, and her calves are also thin.
Oh, by the way, there is a white camellia pinned to her head.
The number of views of the post is almost tens of thousands.
Du Ruo: "..."
Swipe down the screen and more photos pop up.
Alumnus "Hui Yan": "I took it too. I took it too! Share it with you selflessly. (Photo)"
Alumnus "Big Fart Anzi": "Which college's sports meeting is really interesting. This is what a university should be like."
Alumnus "I'm Dashuaibi": "This girl is a freshman, majoring in communication and control. I've inquired about it, and she's the only girl in their class. I won't say her name. Go check it out yourself, hahaha."
Alumni "Fatty Blue": "Oh, she's so cute, I want to pinch her face."
Du Ruo: "..."
Fortunately, they are all kind comments.
She closed the page and replied to He Huanhuan with a series of periods: "..."
In the group, her roommates are obviously very idle,
Xia Nan: "Student Du, you are popular."
Qiu Yuchen: "Student Du, you are popular."
He Huanhuan: "I contribute to her popularity! I am proud!"
Du Ruo: "You also left a message?"
He Huanhuan: "Of course, guess which one is me?"
Du Ruo: "Big fat man who loves to eat."
Qiu Yuchen: "Hahahaha!"
He Huanhuan: "Fart, I'm 'I'm a handsome man'!"
Du Ruo: "..."
He Huanhuan: "You just wait for the brothers to line up to chase you. (Rabbit dancing pole dance.jpg)"
Du Ruo returned a bloody expression.
She clicked on the link and took another look at herself in the photo, uh, the expression looked like she was crying.
She shivered with chills, and was about to close the page, but her eyes were attracted by a hot post with the tag "hot"—
"Who do you bet on in the robot fighting final? Yi Kun? Jing Ming?"
Du Ruo was taken aback, and suddenly remembered that there was a competition this afternoon, and Jingming had given her a ticket.
Fortunately, by chance, this post reminded her.
She clicked on the link and took a quick look at the introduction: The recent National Robot Fighting Competition has come to an end, and two contestants from their school have stayed until the end to participate in the finals.
The two contestants are Jing Ming, a freshman, and Yi Kun, a graduate student.
The landlord asked everyone who would win the game, and there were a bunch of comments downstairs:
Alumni "Qingran": "Stop talking, Jingming!"
Alumni "inhuman": "Of course I am Da Yikun, Brother Kun's strength is not covered! Who is that Jingming, who is he, a freshman brat? Watch me, Brother Kun, kill him in ten seconds .”
Alumnus "pycjchessmansmiling": "Little cutie upstairs, let me give you a link to search who Jingming is. When you were still blowing your nose in junior high school, their robot ran abroad!"
Alumni "You and I under the blue sky": "That's right, Zan upstairs, I can't communicate with this kind of people who just watch the excitement and don't know the way. My young master Saigao!"
Alumnus "sryin": "Both of them are powerful, good luck. But I believe in Yi Kun's strength more."
Alumnus "Su Qi Liang Shui": "Jingming Jingming! He is handsome! Ang, I want to marry!"
Alumnus "Shi Zaizai": "What the hell got in upstairs?... Khan... I support Jingming."
There are so many followers.
Du Ruo quickly swipe the page, and according to rough statistics, the support for Jing Ming and Yi Kun is almost 50-50.
Evenly matched, the game will be exciting.
…
Du Ruo didn't have class in the afternoon, and as soon as the morning class was over, he had a quick lunch and left for the venue.
It was a large gymnasium, and there was a long queue at the ticket office at the entrance, mostly students.
Occasionally passers-by pass by and take a few curious glances,
There was also an old man who was walking nearby and asked the people in line, "What kind of performance is going on here?"
The students said it was a robot competition.
The old man asked: "A robot, like a remote-controlled car and a remote-controlled airplane?"
The students laughed and said, "Yes."
When Du Ruo passed the ticket office, he saw that the ticket prices were graded by seat, the cheapest was 50 yuan, and the most expensive was 200 yuan.
She took a vvip ticket without a seat number and went through the security check.
Walking into the hall, I saw people coming and going, all of them were technical geeks, and most of them were slovenly.
She appeared here as a girl, out of tune with the environment, and attracted a lot of strange eyes.
She stepped aside and checked the time. It was twenty-five minutes before leaving the venue.
She put away her phone and waited patiently.
Looking around, there are event promotional photos and banners hanging everywhere on the wall, which is dazzling.
Long vertical banners hang down from the ceiling, some of which are painted with heroic robots, and some of which are painted with scenes like sparks hitting the earth when robots are fighting.
The audience filed in, and many people went to the information book collection place to get materials. When Du Ruo saw it, he also walked over, and took all kinds of brief introductions and popular science albums. Take a quick look, and the content is wonderful.
She found that it looked like a baby, and was about to take a closer look, when she suddenly remembered that it was time, so she quickly took out her phone, and the time was just right.
She took a breath and dialed Jingming's phone number.
"Beep, beep..." After two beeps, the other side answered the phone, "Hello?"
"I have arrived."
"Come in from the front door?"
"Um."
"The right side of passage 101 on the right, the VIP corridor," he said in a calm voice, sounding low and magnetic through the phone, "there is a sign on the wall, follow the sign to the lounge, No. 1."
"Oh. Got it." She nodded.
"See you later." He finished and hung up.