Zhu Jiaren waved her hand, she couldn't cheer up for the moment, "We're not just joining, we can just form a group."
Tang Ming started a group study group.
right.
Ren Wanxuan's group of four people were discussing where to eat together in the evening.
The sound is not loud, but it is very obvious in the quiet lecture hall.
Zhu Jiaren looked at their group with some envy, and then said in a low voice, "They are going to Wanhe Building for dinner. Hey, do you know Wanhe Building? It's membership only."
Tang Ming nodded and lowered his voice, "Besides those from Class 8, no one else has been there, right?"
Neither Ning Xiao nor Bai Zian spoke.
no response.
Zhu Jiaren looked at the two people, one was a silent and gloomy top student, and the other was a scumbag with a score of 85. They seemed to have very average family backgrounds, and they probably had never heard of Wanhe Building.
She understood, but it was inevitable that she would be even more depressed.
Bai Zian didn't pay attention to the others. She just took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.
Teacher Jiang: [It’s raining]
Bai Zian raised his head and looked out the window, and sure enough he saw light rain outside.
She looked at the rain outside and was stunned for a while.
Then he slowly lowered his head and sent a message to Jiang Fuli.
Bai Qian: [Can I show the questions you gave me last night to a few of my classmates? 】
**
In the crfs laboratory, Jiang Fuli looked at the data output on the computer.
The temperature in the laboratory is low. He is wearing a black windbreaker, holding a pen between his cold white index and middle fingers, pointing to the picture on the projection, and slowly analyzing to the team members: "This is the lost energy data detected by the previous LIW detector.
The red and yellow-green are possible single gamma background events, hardly any wiwp found..."
The other team members listened to his analysis carefully.
Occasionally he would ask a few questions, and they would be able to roughly answer them.
The team members suddenly became more worried. Jiang Fuli nodded slightly. He sat down, raised his head and took off his glasses, "Congratulations, I have also sent your paper to Academician Ma. Pay attention to your inbox."
He was leaning on the back of his chair, his eyebrows were cold, one leg was lazily propped up, and he was turning his cell phone in his hand. His arrogance and nobility distinguished him from other people in the laboratory.
It is very similar to the snow lotus blooming alone on the top of the snow mountain. It is noble and cool, and should not be approached by strangers.
He Wen pressed the recorder and was very moved, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"
Their team members are different from people in other laboratories. They only need to conduct research with peace of mind and will never worry about someone taking away the right to authorize their papers.
They can all put a name on the back of Jiang Fuli's papers.
Although their contribution to the paper may only be to help with printing...
In addition, Jiang Fuli will also help them find various industry experts to revise their papers.
He Wen will always remember that during his graduation defense last year, Jiang Fuli took a cell phone and sat there to listen.
The old professor who had been embarrassing him before did not dare to say a word until the last word. Other professors even asked "What did you eat today?" He Wen, who thought he would not graduate, not only graduated successfully, but was also introduced to
Jiang Fuli Laboratory.
He understood very well why everyone was trying to get into Jiang Fuli's laboratory.
Jiang Fuli turned to the next experimental report, raised his head, looked at a team member, and said coldly: "Is it because I didn't explain it clearly enough? In your experimental report, except that I can't tell what you are writing at first glance, there is nothing else
I can't see it every time I look at it."
"May I ask in what state of mind you were in writing it?"
The team member trembled: "...No...I'm sorry."
The others collectively bowed their heads and took a step back.
So as not to harm the pond fish.
Jiang Fuli stopped at the last page and said coldly: "The instructor also added my name. Are you planning to slander me?"
The phone lit up.
A message pops up on the screen——
Student Bai: [Can I show a few of my classmates the questions you gave me last night?]
Jiang Fuli paused.
He turned sideways and tapped the phone slowly with his long white fingertips. After pondering for a while, he said to the team member: "Rewrite."
Jiang Fuli looked at the time, replied a message, got up and left the laboratory——
【Can】
The team members who originally thought they were going to experience a bloody storm, but were treated lightly, suddenly felt a sense of fantasy.
He Wen adjusted his glasses again and said, "Something's wrong."
The remaining people all nodded.
After another minute, the team member who felt reborn stretched out his hand to pinch He Wen's neck, "Ah, He Wen! Your image here has completely disappeared! How can there be someone like you on the Beijing University Honor List!"
He Wen quickly said, "I bought a voice recorder for each of you. It will be delivered soon. Don't call me..."
"Congratulations, great talent, you secretly recorded a recording alone and amazed everyone?!"
"...Then don't slap me in the face, either, my face... ow!"
"..."
**
Bai Qian always listened to her teacher. The teacher said about mutual aid groups, so she went to ask Jiang Fuli.
After getting Jiang Fuli's permission, she put her phone back in the table hole, copied three copies of the questions Jiang Fuli gave her, and distributed them to the other three people in the group.
Ning Xiao in front looked at her and reached out to take it.
Tang Ming took it over and looked at it. He was surprised. He had never seen such neat handwriting in his whole life. He gave her a thumbs up and said, "Your handwriting is so neat."
Zhu Jiaren also took over the question, "Thank you, but what is this?"
"A question," Bai Qian looked out the window, not knowing what she was thinking. When she heard the voice, she reacted and put away her pen. "The comprehensive strength is very strong. The one given by others is very helpful for physics. If you have nothing to do, you can ask more questions."
Do it and I’ll give you the answer tomorrow.”
"Oh, okay, I can read it." Tang Ming stared at the question, the magnetic field question.
However, there was a lot of content involved, and he felt a little dizzy.
I watched it for twenty minutes and still didn’t understand much.
He temporarily put it into a book and put it aside.
We arrived quickly in half an hour, but tonight there were many people who didn’t leave in time because of the mutual aid group.
Earlier, Ning Xiao threw aside the question given by the teacher and kept studying the question given to him by Bai Jian.
When Bai Zian saw someone leaving, he also took his backpack and left the lecture hall.
Ning Xiao didn't pack his things and was still studying the question Bai Qian gave him.
On the right, Ren Wanxuan packs her things.
"My mother has already decided a place," she stood up and spoke to several other people, "Let's go first."
He immediately won cheers.
Other support groups can only look at them with envy.
Zhu Jiaren lay on the spot and did not leave. She stared at Ren Wanxuan and the others until they left the back door.
"Alas." Zhu Jiaren let out a long sigh.
Tang Ming lived on campus and was not in a hurry to go back. He took a screenshot of Bai Xian's profile picture in the dormitory group and showed it to his roommates——
[I swear, she really didn’t post it on Moments!]
[If I secretly photographed her, wouldn’t that make me a pervert?]
Seeing Tang Ming's worthless look, Zhu Jiaren curled her lips and couldn't help but pack her things and prepare to go back to the dormitory.
**
Bai Zian stood at the stairs of the complex building.
The rain was coming down hard, covering the entire campus like a net. The already dark school was covered in rain and fog, making it even more hazy.
There were almost no people on the road, and it seemed like she was the only one in the empty world.
There was only the sound of rain around. Bai Qian stared at the continuous rain and began to think again, she should have died in Xiangcheng a long time ago. Now is it just a dream about Xiangcheng?
Bai Zian stood at the stairs of the complex building.
A dull voice came through the rain curtain: "What are you doing?"
Bai Zian raised his head and saw Jiang Fuli standing a step away.
He has a slender figure, wearing a coat that reaches his knees. His pale but powerful right hand holds a black umbrella. Under the rain, he is calm and leans the umbrella forward gracefully, "Mute your phone."
Already?"
Jiang Fuli shook his cell phone, his slightly raised eyebrows less cold.
"Why are you here?" Bai Zian slowly came back to his senses, touched his pocket slowly, and then raised his head: "I seem to have forgotten my cell phone in the lecture hall."
Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows and handed the umbrella to Bai Qian, "Where is your cram school?"
Bai Qian took the umbrella and stood on the steps through the rain, her eyebrows were lazy, and her dark pupils reflected the light of the street lights outside: "The last lecture theater on the right side of the first floor, the first seat in the fourth row on the left."
Jiang Fuli entered the complex.
Because there are students taking tutoring classes here at night, the lights on the first floor of the complex are all on.
He was tall and tall, and his delicate facial features were as noble and indifferent as ever. People like Ren Wanxuan saw him almost at a glance.
The most eye-catching thing about Jiang Fuli was not his outstanding facial features, but the dignity exuding from his bones. Even if he was just walking there, his aloofness would make it difficult for people to get close to him.
He walked past Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu in a hurry, his fair face was completely sharp, and the corners of his clothes were almost frosty.
I never shared it with them.
Zhu Jiaren, who had just left the lecture theater, also saw him and her steps were slightly delayed.
"Who is that?" Ren Wanxuan and others looked at Jiang Fuli's back and discussed in low voices.
Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu looked at each other and shook their heads, but they both guessed that they were not from Xiangcheng. With such a red aura, Xiangcheng really couldn't cultivate it.
As soon as they went out, the Ren family's business car stopped at the entrance of the complex.
Because they wanted to have dinner together, the driver of the Ren family picked her up. The driver glanced at Bai Qian squatting in front of the steps, looked in the rearview mirror and asked Ren Wanxuan: "Master said that you should take Miss Bai with you while you are eating."
"Your grandpa..." Chen Zhu looked away from Bai Qian with no interest.
He listened to Ren Wanxuan and said that Bai Qian's invitation was obtained by accident, which was considered a one-in-a-billion chance.
Ren Wanxuan became irritated for no reason when she heard the word "Bai Qian". She said with a cold face, "Don't worry about her, just drive."
She directly asked the driver to drive away.
Chen Zhu didn't mention her again.
In the complex building, Jiang Fuli found the last lecture hall.
There were not many people left in the lecture hall, and most of the lights were turned off when he entered.
Jiang Fuli found Bai Qian's place, and sure enough he saw the Huami phone she had left behind in the hole in the table. There was a boy at the front table doing questions, and he raised his eyebrows.
With just one glance, you can tell that the question is from him, and the boy hasn't solved it yet.
This is stupider than Jiang Xijue.
Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze and commented lightly.
He got the phone and walked outside. When he passed the trash can, he seemed to see something from the corner of his eye. Jiang Fuli paused and stopped next to the trash can.
There is very little garbage in the trash can.
When I lowered my head, I saw papers balled up and randomly thrown inside.
Jiang Fuli turned his back to the light, lowered his eyes, his entire face was hidden in the shadows, and his already cold expression became even more fierce.
He bent down and picked up the paper from the trash can. He slowly unfolded the paper with his well-joined fingers. He was very good and regular in his Guan Ge style. In Bai Xian's handwriting, he copied the topic he wrote to her last night.
At this time, it was thrown into the trash can without any care.