After the military training was over that day, they disbanded on the spot.
Min Enzhu jumped down from the stands like a bird, took Jing Ming's arm and walked away.
He Huanhuan admired: "It's really beautiful. Even the back looks good."
Xia Nan: "Nonsense, otherwise you can be called the school belle?"
Min Enzhu wore a white chiffon shirt and dark blue pencil pants today, his legs were already thin and straight, and he wore sky-defying high heels, not much shorter than Jingming.
Du Ruo remembered that she was a head shorter than Jing Ming. His condescending expression when he looked at her, coupled with the natural angle of looking down, was really terrible.
"She's quite tall." Qiu Yuchen said, "Is she about 1.7 meters?"
"Well, taller than me." Xia Nan is 1.7 meters tall. Du Ruo and Qiu Yuchen were two or three centimeters behind her, but even two or three centimeters in height meant a world of difference in temperament.
"Going to eat?" Foodie He Huanhuan forced to change the subject in a second.
"..."
"I'll take a shower first, I'm so dirty."
"Me too. You two, if you don't go to the bathroom, where do you go to wash?"
"There is a shower next to the wash room."
"Isn't there no hot water there?"
"Go to the water room to pick it up."
"It's really tossing." Qiu Yuchen said.
"I don't want to eat now... let's go buy some fruit." He Huanhuan was only thinking about food.
"..."
The four chatted and walked to the fruit shop.
The store smelled fruity and crowded with many freshmen who had just finished their military training.
Du Ruo turned around and was shocked by the price. A kiwi fruit cost ten yuan a piece, enough for her to have two meals in the cafeteria. The cherries are almost two hundred and one catties, which is her living expenses for six days. As for the mango, durian and red longan, it's not outrageous, but it's a bit extravagant for her.
After pondering for a long time, I finally chose four bananas and two oranges, exactly ten yuan.
Qiu Yuchen bought catties of cherries and washed them for everyone to eat at night.
Du Ruo only ate one and didn't take more. She knew that the bananas she distributed to her roommates were worthless.
"Take some more."
"Enough, I still have the longan that Huanhuan gave me."
"Take two more." Qiu Yuchen urged.
Du Ruo couldn't resist, so he took one.
Cherries are round, cute and delicious, no wonder they are so expensive.
She figured it was time to find some part-time jobs. But don't be too anxious to make money, at least wait two or three months after the start of school to see if there is enough time. After all, studies are the most important thing, especially in such a prestigious school that never lacks excellent students.
A few days ago, Du Ruo was sitting at the desk reading a book, and Qiu Yuchen came in humming an English song. Du Ruo was surprised to find that her spoken English was as standard and fluent as the original version.
Du Ruo's dumb English, which he learned in his hometown, is difficult to express, not to mention pronunciation.
She was deeply stimulated, bought English reading materials and audio, and went to the playground to read English every morning. On the first day I went, I found that there were many students studying in the morning, even earlier than her.
This is university, people who are better than you work harder than you.
…
After the military training, the university life officially kicked off, and everyone began to run around various teaching buildings and laboratories with books.
Du Ruo and the three roommates are all in different classes, with different schedules, and the time is staggered. The chances of going in and out of dormitories and canteens together are greatly reduced.
Freshman year is full of homework, professional courses, especially theoretical courses are extremely intensive, everyone is focused on study, and only go to the library together at night.
Du Ruo has been a learning child since she was a child. Regardless of professional courses or public courses, compulsory courses or elective courses, small class teaching or large class teaching, she can quickly catch up with the content as long as she concentrates on listening. Review and consolidate after class, and gnaw on the difficult points, so you won't feel strenuous.
But even so, she often felt another kind of backwardness.
Many boys in the class are extremely knowledgeable. Du Ruo is ashamed of the knowledge they inadvertently reveal when chatting with the teacher in class, answering questions, or operating machines. Look through the sea of books for inquiries.
This is an invisible pressure, oppressing her to bury her head in the library for a longer time, turning from Schopenhauer to Wittgenstein, from Planck to De Broglie.
But another invisible gap is difficult to fill—their strange divergent thinking, and their imagination that breaks through the sky.
She was left to watch and marvel. While benefiting from them and opening up a new world, she fell into the melancholy of "why they can think of me but not me".
Du Ruo still remembers that when she was admitted, the high school class teacher told her: After you go to college, you will meet many people who are better than you. Don't panic, don't be angry, and don't be depressed, study hard, live well, and walk your own path step by step.
She remembered this, and she was not in a hurry.
She sincerely admires and appreciates the boys in the class. They are always full of curiosity and enthusiasm for the unknown, and they are full of deep love for what they have learned. Even boys who seem ordinary and introverted on weekdays, there are areas where they can talk eloquently and their eyes shine.
They are very friendly to Du Ruo, and even take care of them. Regardless of study or life, answer all questions and help when you are busy. Once Du Ruo encountered a problem that he didn't understand, and was asking Wan Ziang for advice, when several boys around heard it, they all leaned over and explained to her one by one. Talked thoroughly, and by the way popularized a lot of surrounding knowledge.
It's like there are twenty-one brothers sitting in the laboratory in the classroom.
The first row of the small classroom became her exclusive seat, and no one competed with her. In the laboratory class, the position closest to the lecturer is also reserved for her.
They would even help her reserve a seat for a big class in the department.
In public English class that day, He Huanhuan followed her to a good seat, and couldn't help sighing: "The treatment of class flowers is different."
Du Ruo gave her a sideways glance speechlessly.
Public English is taught in large classes, and the lecture halls are full of people.
The school bell hasn't rung yet.
Du Ruo opened the book, read the words silently, and a lazy inquiry came from the back of his head:
"Is there no one around you?"
In an instant, all the hairs on her body stood on end.
Why is it him again
If you don't sit in the last row, why come here to join in the fun? !
She knew that he was asking about Wan Ziang who was diagonally behind her. They were in the dormitory next door. They had known each other since they had been in school for so long.
Wan Ziang said, "No one."
Jing Ming threw the book on the table, sat down slumped, and said, "Fuck, I'm late. The last few rows are all occupied."
Du Ruo: "..."
Wan Ziang: "I don't want to go to a big class, next time I will call for you."
Jing Ming sighed: "This teacher and my mother are classmates, she knows me."
Du Ruo: "..."
Thinking about skipping classes just after school started, wasting his father's painstaking efforts.
She didn't realize that the slander against him was becoming more and more harsh, like Ah Q's resistance, against his arrogance and rudeness to her.
While she was silently contemptuous, there was a "clang" sound under the chair board, and his foot kicked her buttocks through the thin board.
Du Ruo was startled:? ?
"Oh. Sorry." Jing Ming leaned forward slightly, his low voice was close behind her ear.
Her ears are numb.
In the lecture theater, the chairs in the front row were short, and his legs were too long, so he accidentally kicked him to the front row when stretching, so he quickly retracted his legs and adjusted his sitting posture.
"The last row still has more space." Jing Ming said to himself.
Du Ruo looked down at the book and didn't dare to look back.
Seeing that she didn't look back, Jing Ming came to pay attention. His voice is not so low that people can't hear it, but the people in front of him don't respond, and his temper is not small
He squinted his eyes and looked at the back of her head for a while, and vaguely got some clues, then tilted his body slightly to the side to look at her, and recalled a little, and remembered that it was Du Ruo.
The girl's ears were red from holding back at this moment.
He hooked the corners of his lips with a smirk, and didn't care anymore.
The bell rings, class begins. The classroom fell silent.
Du Ruo was not affected by Jingming, his legs didn't move anymore, and the people behind him didn't move at all, as if they didn't exist.
She listened carefully, took notes, and silently recited words and sentences from time to time.
Halfway through the class, the teacher asked someone to read the text.
Du Ruo lowered her head silently, not making eye contact with the teacher.
Presumably at that moment, everyone avoided looking directly at the teacher, and the classroom full of people was enveloped in a silence that was several degrees deep.
But Du Ruo couldn't hold back the silence, out of curiosity, he raised his eyes to look at the teacher.
OK, got caught.
Teacher: "You read the first few paragraphs of the text."
She was dying, pointing weakly behind her, is it him? ?
The teacher said, "It's not him. It's you."
Du Ruo: "..."
While trembling in his heart, tears streamed down his face, and soon, it turned into a kind of impassioned passion. Although she has been studying for less than a month, she has improved her basic pronunciation, so she can't afford to be ashamed.
Take it as an inspection in advance!
She flattened the textbook one by one, and began to read:
“a letter or telephone calls es from someone you have not met, and you find yourself imaging what the person looks like, putting a face to the hidden voice. are you any good at this? sometimes it is easy to get it wrong —”
She read extremely slowly, biting every word in a regular manner, and her pronunciation was not flawed, but the sentence as a whole had no ups and downs.
After reading a few paragraphs, the teacher said: "OK."
she stops.
"Pronunciation and pronunciation are fine, but I'm too nervous, so don't be nervous next time."
Du Ruo nodded, very satisfied with his performance. The hard work of nearly a month has finally paid off. The stupid bird flies first, hard work will make progress.
When she was excited and encouraged, the teacher said: "Later, continue."
The moment Jing Ming spoke, Du Ruo was dumbfounded.
A foreigner sat behind him.
"John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through grral station—"
He speaks at a slightly faster speed, speaks words fluently and clearly, and is even very lazy and casual, with ups and downs at will, as natural and leisurely as his mother tongue.
And it's English.
Even Du Ruo had to admit that the voice behind him was very sexy and nice.
He Huanhuan even looked back at him in surprise for a while.
He read a long paragraph, and the teacher didn't stop.
He frowned, too lazy to read, stopped and glanced at the teacher.
The teacher smiled: "Spoken English is very good. Next."
Du Ruo was hit in the head, and there was a buzz of busyness.
She was faintly flustered, as if the Ah Q position in her heart that scoffed at him was about to lose its hold.
What makes people even more flustered is another obscure and cruel fact: some people chase desperately, but they just rush to the runway exhaustedly, and take a look at the back of others as they walk away.
It couldn't, she told herself, it shouldn't.
Fortunately, the next class, Jing Ming returned to the last row, and the distance between the two seemed like a hundred thousand miles. Moreover, there are many people in the big class, and it is her turn to read aloud again, and it is estimated that it will wait until the next semester.
She is safe.
Until the end of the month, the student union of the department recruits new students.
All four girls in the dormitory went, and met Li Qinghe who spoke at the freshmen meeting last time. He is the president of the student union.
The recruitment process is very simple. One by one, they introduce themselves and tell their specialties.
Qiu Yuchen and He Huanhuan performed well.
Xia Nan was lazy and didn't come to the stage, she just came to join in the fun.
As for Du Ruo, he didn't hold out much hope, and just took it as an opportunity to get to know more people from the same department.
The recruiting process was lackluster, and Xia Nan, who was cold and indifferent, said a few words in a low voice from time to time to give everyone a scientific background: who is the champion of which province, and who is the champion of the national physics competition.
When Du Ruo listened, she felt like a gopher who was hit on the head one after another.
Walking back to the dormitory after the meeting, the branches and leaves on the trees are lush, but they can't block the brilliant lights of the teaching building and the library. Behind every crystal window are students studying hard at their desks.
Du Ruo sighed: "Our school is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."
"Isn't it?" He Huanhuan gnawed on the ice cream he just bought from the grocery store, "Our class masters are one after another, scaring me so much that I have to eat snacks every day."
"Which day don't you eat?" Qiu Yuchen complained, "I'll go, when did you get the ice cream, and I didn't find it?"
"Just now. Did you take a bite?"
Qiu Yuchen took a bite.
"Xiao Ruo?"
Du Ruo shook his head.
"Xia Nan?"
Xia Nan shook her head, and suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, Jing Ming was also specially recruited."
Du Ruo asked, "Sports student?"
Xia Nan gave her a strange look and said, "He's very powerful."
"He won the single first place in the World Youth Robot Contest. Three times."