The boy was dissatisfied and sat down opposite Zhuo Yu'an provocatively, staring at him with his eyes.
Zhuo Yuan completely ignored him and poured the bottled water into the thermos cup. After a while, the water in the thermos cup was hot again. It turned out that there was something else in his bag, including a charging socket and a USB port at the bottom of the thermos cup.
It can be heated as soon as it is connected.
The appearance of the bag is no different from ordinary bags. Even Shu Tinglan was curious and turned over the bag. Apart from the charging socket, there was no battery. So where did the power come from?
Young boys also came around to watch curiously.
Zhuo Yuan pointed to the bottom of the bag and said:
"Solar panels."
"Who are you kidding?" The boy didn't believe it. The bottom of the bag was made of ordinary, slightly harder cloth. How could it be a solar panel?
Shu Tinglan had no doubts at all. After all, Zhuo Yuan's job was to develop various smart products. This was too simple for him.
The boy and girl looked at Zhuo Yuan again, and the girl suddenly said
"No wonder it looks familiar. Are you Zhuo Yu'an? I've seen the video of your speech a few days ago. The girls in our entire dormitory, no, the entire floor are your fans. If you don't believe me, check out my WeChat group."
The girl generously took out her mobile phone and opened the WeChat page and handed it to him.
"Mr. Zhuo's Back Garden"
The group size shows 168 people
"This group is only for girls from our computer department, and there should be other departments as well. Our teacher has repeatedly shown us the video of your speech and the new product you released in the past few days, and wrote a final thesis on this product."
It was fate that Shu Tinglan listened happily.
Zhuo Yuan said with a cold face
: "I'm not, you got the wrong person."
The girl was stunned for a moment, then opened her phone to watch the video in the group file. She glanced at the elites in suits and ties in the video, and then at the man in casual sportswear in front of her, with a confused look on her face.
"Are you really not Mr. Zhuo?"
"no."
boy laughing
: "I just said it's not him, I just look like him. How can Zhuo Yuan have the spare time to climb mountains and go to temples? What are you asking for, marriage? Hahahaha."
Zhuo Yuan's face became even colder, and he shouted to Shu Tinglan, "Let's go," and stood up and walked out of the pavilion first.
Because he had enough rest and the second half of the road was not so steep, Shu Tinglan felt much better than before.
"Why did you deny it just now? I didn't see how excited the little girl was. Why don't we take a photo together?"
"Do I have that much free time?"
Shu Tinglan stuck out her tongue behind her, "Aren't you just that free today?" Zhuo Yu'an turned around and called her, catching her expression, which was both funny and angry.
"Are you dissatisfied with today's itinerary?"
"Don't dare, don't dare." Shu Tinglan walked quickly to his side and walked up the mountain with him.
Soon we arrived at Huiyuan Temple. It is a huge building complex with well-proportioned gardens dedicated to different statues of gods. There are many people in each garden. Fortunately, it is already afternoon and there are relatively few people.
Shu Tinglan didn't believe in these things, but since he came, he knelt down and worshiped a Guanyin statue devoutly, followed the example of others, bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and made a wish.
She doesn't have many wishes. Her biggest wish is that her mother can be healthy and not be tortured by illness.