After the game ended, Du Ruo walked out of the stadium with the crowd, tiptoed involuntarily, and took a deep breath.
I stayed in the venue all afternoon, only to find out that it was already evening when I came out.
However, summer is coming and it is getting darker than before. At this time, although the sun has set, there are still colorful sunsets among the tall buildings in the distance.
The weather has been nice recently.
She walked briskly, jogging and jumping down the steps, and saw Jing Ming in the blink of an eye. With his pockets in his pockets, he stood under a lush sycamore tree by the side of the road, looking at her.
She no longer pretended to think that he was waiting for her, and strode forward without squinting.
Passing by him, he called her in a low voice: "Du Ruochun."
"...why?" The tone in his tone was wary and suspicious.
Just as the game was over, people came and went on the road, and many girls cast their eyes on Jingming.
"Come and talk." He pointed his chin behind the tree, speaking in a commanding tone.
Her thin eyebrows were twisted into knots, and she walked up the road steps reluctantly, keeping a distance of one meter away from him, without looking at him, she landed on the collar of his upright baseball jacket: "What's the matter?" ?”
"Is there a photosensitive sensor inside Astro Boy?" The tone was business-like.
"Ah." She hurriedly raised her eyes to look at him.
"What do you think?"
"ah."
"How did you come up with that?"
Why does this person have so many questions today.
"It's not hard to imagine. In non-humanoid competitions, the track is tortuous, and many robots have it. It's just that everyone didn't connect this with humanoid competitions."
"You made the robot?"
"without."
After waiting for a while: "How to say?"
"It's done as a team."
"oh."
"..." She didn't intend to answer any more.
He looked at her indifferently, as if he wanted to say something else, but he didn't say anything. Don't say anything, and don't let her go.
And she kept looking around, wanting to leave.
So many students passing by on the road, all looked at him as a man of the hour, it's not good to misunderstand.
Besides, she had no desire to chat with him.
One second, two seconds, she was a little impatient.
He frowned, licked his molars unhappily, and was about to say something.
"Du Ruo." Li Qinghe's voice came.
"Huh? Brother?" She turned around immediately.
"Shall we go to dinner together?" Li Qinghe asked with a smile, walked up the steps, and then saw Jingming standing behind the tree.
With a dull expression, Jing Ming nodded.
They know each other.
Li Qinghe smiled at him, said: "Jingming is here too, I didn't see you just now," and looked at Du Ruo, "Why are you standing here alone?"
He smiled at Jingming again: "By the way, congratulations, you won the game."
Jing Ming: "Thank you." At the end, he added without a tone, "You guys are doing very well too."
"Hahaha, it's considered progress, thanks to Du Ruo." Li Qinghe said generously, and waved goodbye when he finished, "Okay, let's talk first, I'll go first..."
"I'm fine here. Let's go eat together." Du Ruo said, and followed him down the steps. Because of Li Qinghe's presence, she politely waved her hand to Jingming as a farewell.
Then he followed Li Qinghe and left without looking back.
After Jing Ming stared at her back for a few seconds, he looked away coldly.
…
Although Orbit lost to Prime in the competition, Yi Kun still praised Du Ruo, with only one sentence: "Good job, keep working hard."
At that time, Du Ruo was connecting wires in front of the laboratory table, and when he heard this, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.
But I was happy for less than a second, and I heard Wu Zhengbo sarcasm: "According to me, I shouldn't add an extra sensor as she wants. Not to mention the increase in weight, the program also becomes complicated, which puts a burden on the robot itself. Otherwise, maybe the speed will be faster."
His voice was not low, and the content was straightforward and provocative. Everyone else in the laboratory lowered their heads, did not participate, and did not stand in line.
Li Qinghe immediately defended Du Ruo, arguing: "Brother Wu, Jingming's robot is indeed better than ours. It walks faster and has never fallen once. Our robot can only barely keep up with the speed, and it still fell in three games." Twice. It is our fault that the technical problem is not resolved. How could it be Du Ruo's responsibility? Besides, our robot has the straightest route in this competition. This advantage is also due to Du Ruo. You can't see it, right? "
Wu Zhengbo is from a graduate school, and he usually likes to overwhelm others with power. Now he was challenged by his junior in front of everyone, how could he not be annoyed: "She is so good, why didn't she win? I think the robot fell down a few times because of the program overload. "
Du Ruo was very wronged: "When I assigned the task, I was responsible for the wiring problem, and I just solved this problem. Why blame me for the speed and balance?"
Wu Zhengbo reprimanded: "That's because you didn't cooperate well..."
"What are you arguing about?" Yi Kun interrupted the three of them.
Quiet in the lab,
Yi Kun glanced over the faces of the three of them, finally landed on Wu Zhengbo, and said, "One thing is another thing. You think you are slow, uncoordinated, and easy to fall, so you think of ways to solve these problems and attack others What does the solution do?"
Wu Zhengbo, Li Qinghe, remained silent, and Du Ruo also bowed his head and said nothing.
After Yi Kun finished speaking, he didn't go into details. After all, Wu Zhengbo was the vice team.
He casually picked up a few brochures and distributed them to everyone, and quickly changed the subject: "At the end of the month. Concentrate on doing things."
Du Ruo took it over and took a look. It was the brochure of their school's "College Students Artificial Intelligence Entrepreneurship Conference and Exhibition".
The biennial conference and exhibition is the cradle of incubation for countless entrepreneurial teams and companies.
Numerous project teams from across the school's faculties will participate. Orbit's automatic braking project has already been on the right track, so it is natural to be fully prepared to participate in the exhibition.
Although Du Ruo hasn't touched the core project yet, the lab is busy, so she has to help more.
It happened to be this busy May, when the sunflowers were in full bloom on the campus, the school debate club took action—to organize an inter-department freshman debate competition.
The school leaders and life teachers were very supportive. After the applications for various venues and bonuses were approved, the activities began in full swing.
As a member of the new generation of the Debating Association, Du Ruo naturally took on the arduous task of promoting the competition in his own department, selecting and training debaters, and organizing the competition.
But on the first day of the job, I encountered a big problem—no one signed up.
She ran back and forth a few times in the girls' dormitory, but in the end, all three roommates shook their heads, and the girls from the same department in the next dormitory were also unhappy. Either you are not interested at all and think it is a waste of time, or you are timid and think that debate is terrible. When other people make violent moves, you can't hold back a word for a long time to fight back, how terrifying and aggrieved.
Du Ruo hurriedly survived, and the girls' dormitory was completely wiped out, with no one to fight.
She was dumbfounded now.
She thought that everyone would sign up enthusiastically, so she had to take the trouble to screen the applicants, but the result was such a bleak situation that she couldn't even organize a basic team.
She can't play alone.
She asked the boys in her class for help. But most of the boys in the class were shy and seldom talkative. It was okay to quarrel with acquaintances at ordinary times. Some of them were shy when they made presentations in class, so they talked about debates.
They were quite apologetic: "Du Ruo, I can't help you this time, I owe you first, and I will definitely help you next time, okay?"
She doesn't dare to do it, she doesn't even care about it, don't take it to heart.
Others who don’t need to communicate with each other usually refuse to participate, as if debates are man-eating tigers.
Wan Ziang is.
Du Ruo lured him with a profit: "Wan Ziang, you can join, and I treat you to dinner, okay?"
"Du Ruo, let me treat you to dinner, three meals, please forgive me." Wan Ziang said.
Du Ruojue collapsed.
She lay on the table and moaned weakly: "It's only now that I finally understand the feeling of our class sports committee member following the students' butts begging to sign up for the high school sports meeting."
Li Wei couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, and said, "All right, I'll sign up."
In the end, only Li Wei signed up in the class.
She did not give up and continued to cast the net.
After the first public English class, as soon as the get out of class bell rang, she ran to the gathering place of boys behind the classroom, and caught them before they went out to play.
"There is an event in the school, the freshman debate competition, do you want to sign up for it?" Du Ruo enthusiastically shook the flyer in his hand, and began to lobby with his fingers, "Exercising logical thinking, practicing speaking skills, and getting to know students from other departments , Kill three birds with one stone."
She stood at the back of the last row of seats to "speech", and the boys all turned to look at her cheerfully.
Suddenly, a blunt voice came from behind: "Get out of the way."
Du Ruo was startled and turned around.
Jing Ming appeared out of nowhere and stood behind her, looking down at her.
Only then did she see that there was an empty seat in front of her, and his schoolbag was stuffed in the compartment of the desk.
However, the large stepped classroom is a row of fixed long tables and chairs. If he wants to enter, he has to walk from both sides, so that the students on the outside stand up and make way. She stood behind the chair, out of his way.
But she didn't want to provoke him, she pursed her lips and moved away a step.
Unexpectedly, he supported the back of the seat with one hand, jumped with his legs, and jumped directly over the back of the chair and into the seat.
She was taken aback by the sudden scene: "Ah!"
After Jing Ming sat down, he turned his head and glanced at her up and down, with a disgusted expression of "what's it called, I don't know why".
"..."
She didn't care about him anymore, and looked at other boys: "How about it, do you want to participate?"
"Are the boys in your class participating?"
"Yes, Li Wei has signed up." She said immediately.
"anything else?"
"... It's gone." Du Ruo rolled his eyes, "The debate team is represented by the departments. If they all belong to the same class, it's not good."
The boy laughed and exposed her: "Okay. We all know, the debate team policeman, you are going crazy. The boys in your class have already done a round of publicity for you in the dormitory."
Du Ruo: "..."
Sure enough, there are no secrets in the boys' dormitory, and the whole courtyard knows about anything.
Jing Ming leaned against the back of the chair, put his hand on the table, twirled a pen, and looked at the joke.
"Let me show you the leaflet. The reverse side is the registration form." Du Ruo handed out the leaflet to them, and when he handed it to Jingming, he hesitated and put one.
Jing Ming didn't answer it, he turned the pen and let the piece of paper slide to the side of the table. Seeing that it was about to slip, he changed his posture inadvertently, and his arm would block the leaflet page.
She didn't pay attention, but saw a brochure on Jingming's desktop, the brochure of "College Students Artificial Intelligence Entrepreneurship Conference and Exhibition".
She glanced over and put it behind her, the first thing to do was to find the debate team members.
"Take a look, sign up if you're interested. The debate is really worth trying." She asked one by one, "Chen Yi, Wu Fei," calling to Jing Ming, skipping and calling the next one, "Zhang Lei... try it Try it."
"I'm too busy to have time."
"You know my personality, it's not suitable for these."
"I don't like debate."
"I'm clumsy."
Everyone is not very interested, laughing apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Du Ruo."
"Oh, don't say that, it's okay." She smiled, and went up to take back the leaflets, otherwise they would be thrown everywhere, and they would become garbage if they were scattered on the ground.
Zhang Lei asked: "Then, what if there are not enough people?"
"Look for it slowly." She smiled again, showing no signs of frustration, "If you change your mind, look for me."
"OK."
After collecting all the leaflets, she missed the one on Jingming's desk, and turned to leave.
Behind him, Jing Ming said, "Hello."
Du Ruo: "Why?"
Jing Ming raised his chin and turned his head, glaring at her: "Come here."
Du Ruo looked at him strangely, with a look of vigilance.
You said you pretended not to know each other at school, how could you break the agreement once or twice
He frowned: "Call you over."
The boys next to him didn't know that the two of them had an intersection, they only thought that Jing Ming was bored and teasing his classmates, so they all smiled kindly.
Holding the stack of flyers, Du Ruo cautiously took a step back.
Jing Ming stretched out his hand to straighten the leaflets on the table, tapped his fingers twice: "Did you ask me?"
Du Ruo was dumbfounded.
"All the boys here have asked around, but they don't ask me. Do you have any opinion on me?"
Her eyes were slightly staring, her expression was bewildered, her face was hot and hot, and she couldn't deal with it for a while.
The boys around laughed, and someone pushed Jingming: "Okay, stop teasing."
"I have no problem with you." She finally came to her senses and said forcefully, "It's just that you won't participate even if you think about it."
"How do you know I won't participate if you don't ask me?" His reaction speed was obviously faster.
"..."
Surrounded by people, Du Ruo endured the llama running around in his heart, and tried his best to smile amiably: "Okay. Classmate Jing Ming, do you want to participate in the debate competition?"
"Okay." Just one word.
Du Ruo: "..."
Work with him? !
Her expression was dull again, and she looked at him incredulously.
A villain in his heart knelt down on the ground, stretching out his hands towards the sky in pain.
He turned over the form on the table and stuffed it into her arms.
She looked down, and saw that his name and basic information, Jing Ming, had been filled in the registration form on the reverse side, and she didn't know when he filled it out.
"Okay." She put away the form, turned and walked away with a look of hopelessness.
"Wait." He stopped her.
Du Ruo turned around: "What else?"
Jingming turned the pen in his hand, and asked, "I heard from Wan Ziang that if you sign up for the debate competition, you invite me to dinner, right?"
Du Ruo: "..."
Suddenly want to die.
The author has something to say: This is a novel where the whole world is guessing the male lead but no one cares about the male lead.