On the afternoon before the start of school, there was a freshman meeting in the college.
In the large lecture hall, there are two rows of girls sitting in the front, and there are boys sitting in the dark behind.
The conference has not yet started, and there are whispers in the classroom.
Du Ruo listened attentively to the speeches of the students around him. They are all newcomers, and the chat is nothing more than a few words:
"Which major are you in?"
"Which province are you from?"
"How many girls are in your class?"
She paid special attention to the girls' attire, which was not much different from that in high school, short hair, ponytail; shirts, T-shirts; jeans, cloth pants.
There is no deliberate dressing up, and the bookishness is very heavy.
The female top students in science and engineering don't seem to care about their appearance so much, at least they didn't show much when they first entered school.
In Jingming's eyes, this is probably rustic.
She can easily imagine Jing Ming's face - she looks expressionless, but there is an imperceptible arc at the corner of her mouth, as if she thinks she is a ridiculous clown; there is also a flash of mockery in her eyes, which can easily despise people to the point of view to the dust.
She was really a little afraid of him, maybe—hate him.
Hate his unreasonable and blatant dislike for her.
Du Ruo looked at the girls around him, and then at himself, a well-washed white T-shirt and jeans, sitting among the classmates is not unusual.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and then casually glanced around, the boy's face was also green and immature, and his clothes were also slovenly like a high school student. Everyone is the same, an ordinary student, nothing fancy.
But in the next second, her eyes were involuntarily attracted. It was because that person was too eye-catching.
Jing Ming came in from the back door of the classroom.
He is tall and has fair skin. It was also a white shirt, but the white of his clothes was several degrees whiter than that of the others in the classroom.
Only then did Du Ruo see clearly that everyone's white clothes were divided into gray, milky white, beige, yellow and white, old white and countless other whites.
As soon as she turned her head, the girls around her turned back unconsciously, gradually forming a flock effect, and the croaking geese in the room turned their heads one after another.
Not to mention Jing Ming's exquisite appearance, he has an indescribably leisurely but unknowing temperament in his gestures, casual and arrogant, without the slightest restraint and apprehension of a freshman.
He played with his mobile phone in one hand and put the other in his trouser pocket. He stepped up the steps of the back door, stopped for a while, and took the time to send a text message. His expression was not very good, his brows were frowning, and his mouth made a silent "fuck me". After posting, he raised his eyes unhappily, and saw that the students in the classroom were quietly looking at him.
He was condescending, as if looking at a classroom of muddy potatoes. The dark eyeballs quickly scanned around the classroom and found the three partners in his dormitory. They made room for him. He stuffed his phone back into his trouser pocket and paced down the stairs unhappily.
Du Ruo immediately turned around,
That empty seat is right behind her!
Her rejection of Jingming was deeper than she imagined.
This time I came to Beijing to study, originally with joy and hope. As a result, on the first night in Beijing, she was beaten by Jing Ming. She was a poor relative who came from the countryside to eat. In his mean eyes, she was not even a poor relative, a beggar.
Her sense of superiority when she was admitted to a well-known university in her hometown also disappeared, because Jing Ming, a "playboy", was in the same school as her and was still a "special recruiter".
Isn't that the green channel
Compared with him, her hard work all these years is a joke. Maybe that's how he sees her, otherwise he wouldn't be dragged into that ghostly look in front of her.
A shadow flashed behind him and fell.
The folding chair was pulled away, and Jing Ming sat down.
"Why are you here so late?"
"Isn't the meeting at five o'clock? I'm not late." Jing Ming's voice was loose and reasonable.
"That's true." His roommate didn't feel any difference, and smiled, "It's 4:59:30, not late."
"Sitting in the classroom is so boring. I'm afraid I won't have time to sit for you after school starts?"
He was talking behind her back, and she was uncomfortable and couldn't breathe well.
At this time, the classroom suddenly became quiet, and several male teachers entered the classroom one after another, dressed in typical engineering men's clothes, polo shirt and trousers.
Their looks are as low-key and easy-going as their clothes, even a little shy, and they don't take the initiative to make eye contact with the students.
There are a few of them who are slightly chubby, and show a naive posture when walking, very kind.
The students stared at them with bright eyes, like chicks waiting to return home looking at the big hen, wondering which one belonged to them.
The teachers sat down in the empty seats in the first row, and the backs of their heads were inspected by a bunch of students.
He Huanhuan pushed Du Ruo's arm and whispered, "Guess who is your class tutor?"
Du Ruo shook her head: "How do I know?"
He Huanhuan snickered: "I don't know either."
Du Ruo found an exceptionally young male teacher sitting at the end of the first row, who looked like a student. He has a handsome side face, looking at the podium thoughtfully.
Qiu Yuchen whispered: "That teacher is too young. I don't want to be with him."
Du Ruo was surprised: "Why?"
Qiu Yuchen: "The older ones are more experienced. Following this teacher, I'm afraid I won't learn much."
Du Ruo nodded with "reasonable words" written on his face, "I don't want him either."
After finishing speaking, she noticed Jing Ming behind him from the corner of her eye. Although he didn't look at her, she was startled and immediately straightened her face.
She made up her mind not to turn her head, not even ten degrees.
The orientation meeting is chaired by the vice president.
First, the dean made a speech, introducing the basic situation, history, current situation and future development direction of the college. He also said some words of encouragement, teaching the students not to forget their mission, to study hard, to innovate, to exercise, to plan rationally for four years of university, to develop in an all-round way, and to contribute to the country.
The freshmen have just passed the baptism of the college entrance examination, each of them has unlimited expectations for the future, and they are full of ambitions inspired by these words. The young faces were ignited by the light.
Jing Ming didn't listen to the lecture at all. He kept playing with his mobile phone under the table. Gradually, he became irritable, and finally blocked a certain profile picture in WeChat. He was still angry, and called up the address book and blocked the business card of "Min Enzhu".
He held the phone in his fingers and raised his eyelids.
After the dean's speech, the next was the student representative, Li Qinghe, a sophomore senior. It was the young man sitting at the end of the first row who was mistaken by Du Ruo and the others for the teacher.
"So it's senior brother."
Compared with the freshmen in the audience, Li Qinghe has obviously lost his jerk. He is quite mature like a senior. experience.
There were bursts of laughter from time to time.
But in Jingming's opinion, he didn't think Li Qinghe's speech was funny at all, and it was almost as good as putting on airs of someone who had experienced it, and fooling elementary school students.
He didn't want to listen any more, and looked down at the phone. He had already blocked the person, and there was no new message in the phone.
He raised his eyelids unhappily, and inadvertently glanced at the girl in front of him, why...somewhat familiar? As soon as his eyes swept over, he stopped again and moved back a space.
Heh, isn't this someone, Du Ruochun
Coincidentally, he ran under his nose again.
When sending Du Ruo to school that day, Jing Ming didn't look at her the whole time, and his impression of her was still in the scene of picking her up at the train station—dirty and greasy hair, yellow skin, cheap clothes, malnourished figure, sweaty Smelly body odor mixed with the smell of train carriages.
This time, her hair was washed clean, short, fluffy and soft. Perhaps due to lack of nutrition, it has a brownish yellow color.
"Yellow-haired girl" is a very suitable nickname for her, and he can't help laughing.
On the side facing him, her short hair was pinned just behind her ears, small and curly. The entire neck is exposed under the neatly brushed hair tail, which is slender. The fluorescent lamps in the classroom cheated and illuminated her complexion, making it whiter for a while. It can be regarded as a beauty effect.
She wore a crisp T-shirt, and she was completely different from the sloppy girl at the station that day.
Jing Ming wasn't very interested, so he glanced up and down, and saw that a thread on her t-shirt had come off, revealing a piece of skin the size of a fingernail. He hooked his lower lip again ridiculously.
Is the ugly duckling not an ugly duckling after washing its fur
He didn't bother to answer, and looked away.
On the podium, the seniors are still sharing their experiences, ah, there is nothing more boring and boring in this world than holding a conference.
He weighed his mobile phone, but he couldn't play games.
Half a moment later, he suddenly thought of something, and when he slowly recalled it, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was annoyed, and he sent a text message quickly with his fingers.
Ahead, Du Ruo's cell phone beeped. Not loud, but enough to catch the eye.
The students around didn't talk about it, and the teacher in front of him looked back.
On the podium, Li Qinghe paused for a second, then continued.
Du Ruo blushed with shame, hurriedly muted her phone, and saw that it was a text message from Jingming:
"Where did the money for your clothes go? Embezzled?"
Du Ruo had a question mark all over his head, and didn't intend to return. Just as he was about to install the phone, the screen turned on again: "Your clothes are torn."
She scalped and turned to look at him in panic.
Jing Ming stared blankly at the podium, not at her, like an outsider.
Afraid of attracting attention, she hurriedly turned her head, her cheeks already flushed. Inexplicably, everyone felt that everyone was looking at her, and their eyes pierced countless holes in her body.
Her palms were sweaty, and she quickly sent a text message asking, "Where?"
But the other party no longer had the kindness to reply to her.
After Li Qinghe finished his speech, there was a round of applause. Put on the freshman representative to speak.
Du Ruo carefully turned her head to check her shoulders on both sides. There was no problem, and then looked at her sides.
The right side of the t-shirt is open, about one centimeter long, and it doesn't look strange when it doesn't move. But with a slight movement, a small hole will be drawn.
If someone sees it unintentionally, she will be embarrassed and embarrassed, but she doesn't necessarily feel ashamed or inferior.
However, this "poor and pitiful hole" was seen by Jing Ming, and Du Ruo immediately felt that it would be better for one of them to die.