The green camphor tree has a deep view

The discussion about the Song family continued for a while. After running the data, Wen Qing adjusted the results slightly and sent them to Zhu Yu while urging Zhou Wen to rest.

Zhou Wen reminded her, "You should go to bed early too," and went back to the bedroom.

Wen Qing stretched her back and saw that Zhu Yu had replied to a message.

"The data from the run just now?"

"Yeah. Do you think it's okay?"

"Not very good." On the other end of the network cable, Zhu Yu had a mask on her face and her fingers were flying on the keyboard. "Are you busy enough recently?"

Wen Qing wanted to make a phone call, but was afraid of disturbing her aunt and the others, so she replied on the computer: "Okay. What do you need me to do?"

"The project has been accelerated, and the amount of data processing has quadrupled. We are too busy to handle it. I told Zhao Jin to go to Depth of Field Technology to coordinate two people to come here. They will probably be in place during the winter vacation. Are you going home during the winter vacation? If not, I would like to take advantage of this time before the winter vacation to meet with those two people in advance and have a preliminary discussion on the division of labor."

Wen Qing thought about it for a moment and replied, "I won't be going home during the winter break, so I can participate in the whole process."

My aunt's condition had just stabilized, and she had called my grandmother and asked her to come to Jiangcheng to accompany my aunt and help take care of Jing Long. My grandmother agreed readily and was probably packing her luggage and preparing to leave.

"That's great." Zhu Yu replied, "I'll transfer the WeChat accounts of those two people to you. Get familiar with each other first, and then we can create a group after we've discussed the division of labor."

She replied with a warm "OK" and asked, "You just said that the data this time is not very good. Do you need me to adjust the parameters and run it again?"

When I sent the question, the dialog box kept saying "The other party is typing..." After a long while, a line of words finally popped up: "I'll go find Jiang Xueming, you go to bed early."

Wen Qing looked at the line of words, feeling empty inside. Her fingers slowly typed out "OK" on the keyboard, unable to say anything else.

With her current abilities, she would find it difficult to complete any slightly complicated tasks. In order to protect her self-esteem, Zhu Yu never spoke clearly.

Wen Qing was grateful for the care from her seniors, but she was a little shaken. She had once firmly planned to work after graduating from college, but this plan became less and less firm after participating in the project.

This industry has extremely strict requirements for girls. Boys can make up for the lack of theoretical knowledge through practical operations and network expansion, while most girls are more suitable for desk work, which requires higher academic qualifications.

Wen Qing considers herself not to be the type of person who is good at socializing. When it comes to field operations such as running around construction sites and working in machine rooms, it is even more difficult for her to compete with boys of the same age. Many employers have set up natural barriers for girls in their job settings, and no one can complain about this.

However, if she wants to pursue a master's degree, she will have to wait two or three years before she can start earning money. During this period, tuition fees can be reduced or waived, but living expenses are not small. Now, with the pressure from her aunt and her son, it is difficult for her to make the decision to pursue a master's degree.

She is not the only one who is hesitating about this. The value of academic qualifications is depreciating so fast that many people miss out on the industry opportunities after graduating with a master's degree. If they are unlucky, they will be caught up in the wave of layoffs in large companies, and their lives will be even more difficult.

Wen Qing didn't dare to gamble. She didn't have the capital to make mistakes, and one of her greatest assets was her youth.

She even thought about leaving the electronics industry and applying for a job in the education and training industry after graduation. At least she has a background from a prestigious school and her personality and appearance are also impressive, so it shouldn't be too difficult for her to become a popular teacher.

If that happens, her professional advantages will be largely lost, and the little connections she has made in the electronics industry through this project will basically fail. Not only is the education and training industry highly competitive, but policy stability is also a problem...

Wen Qing sighed, feeling that the future was like a path wrapped in thick fog, winding and twisting, with no idea where it would lead.

She sat there for a while, and suddenly realized that it was late at night. She hurried to the bathroom to wash up and went back to the second bedroom to sleep.

The second bedroom is a small room converted from a study, with a small bed of one and a half meters occupying the window side of the room.

Wen Qing likes this place very much, because not only is this room facing the sun, but she can also see the window of Gu Huaiyuan's house through the window.

She turned off the lights and gently opened the curtains. She saw that the window opposite had plain curtains drawn, with a warm glow behind them.

It should be the light from the desk lamp.

Wen Qing felt warm inside, as if she was wrapped in a ball of warmth. Gu Huaiyuan hadn't rested yet, and she suddenly wanted to send him a WeChat message, asking him what he was doing, and then confide in him about her confusion.

But she still held back.

The person in Gu Huaiyuan's heart is his aunt, not her. She even hopes that her aunt will agree to Gu Huaiyuan's pursuit, so that she can get closer to Gu Huaiyuan legitimately.

Wen Qing felt her face flushed when she realized that she had such thoughts about Gu Huaiyuan. She patted her cheeks, lay on the pillow, pulled up the quilt, and forced herself to fall asleep quickly.

The next day, Wen Qing got up early, sent Jing Long to kindergarten, and rushed to the Electronic Building of F University. She didn't know whether Zhu Yu had processed the data last night. She went to the laboratory and found that Zhu Yu was not there, so she turned and walked to the Yifu Building, where a general education class was waiting for her.

Wen Qing didn't take this class seriously. She listened to the lectures and did her homework. General education classes are usually in the form of large classes. The teacher wears a microphone and speaks on the stage. There are more than 200 students sitting in the audience. Everyone comes from different majors and comes together for the purpose of earning credits. At this moment, they are all busy with their own things.

A slender elbow touched Wen Qing's arm. Wen Qing looked up and saw the short-haired girl on her right looking at her: "Classmate, you finish the questions so fast, can you help me?"

"What help?" Wen Qing asked quietly.

The short-haired girl took out a folder from the drawer, opened it, and saw a plan for the college cup competition.

"My boyfriend is a junior and is going to participate in the cup competition, but he was injured while playing basketball and is now in the hospital with a cast." The short-haired girl said, "Can you help him test the model?"

Wen Qing laughed: "I can't."

"It's very simple. I see you have a good foundation in math, so there will be no problem." The short-haired girl smiled shyly, opened the plan, found the page about model testing, and said, "I'm not a science major, but I can figure out a little bit of it. My boyfriend said that the basic model of the undergraduate cup competition is enough. You can give it a try, okay? We won't let you help for nothing."

Wen Qing glanced at that page of the plan. It was indeed not difficult. It was much simpler than the work of the base station project data group. However, she still had some doubts about this kind of "help" from a chance encounter.

"What's your boyfriend's major?"

"Electronics Department. Junior. Yin Xiaocheng." The short-haired girl said cheerfully, and took out her phone to look through it for a while, showing a photo of her student ID. "Here, this is his student ID. It can't be fake."

The boy in the photo had a square face, narrow eyes, and a broad nose. Wen Qing felt that he looked familiar. She might have seen him in the laboratory of the Electronics Building.

"Then you are..." Wen Qing asked the girl with short hair.

"My name is Lin Lele, and I'm from the Art Department. I know you. You danced the girl group dance for Senior Sister Gu Jia in the art performance, and you danced very well." Lin Lele said with a smile.

"You also know Gu Jia?" Wen Qing was stunned. This world is really small.

"Of course, Senior Sister Gu Jia is the most beautiful girl in our Art Department, and her boyfriend is a great guy from your Electronics Department."

Wen Qing found the title of "Big Cow" a little funny, but Song Jingshen was worthy of these two words in terms of his background and strength.

"Yeah, her boyfriend is really amazing." Wen Qing agreed.

"Then will you do us this favor?" Lin Lele confirmed with a smile while opening WeChat to tell her boyfriend the good news.

"When will your boyfriend come back?" Wen Qing asked, "I can help you temporarily, but if it takes too long, it will be exposed."

"The final exams are coming up soon, and he can't stay in the hospital any longer." Lin Lele complained, "Your Department of Electronics is so busy, and the professional courses are so many and so difficult, it's like going through three more years of high school!"

Hearing that the other party would be back to take over soon, Wen Qing nodded and took the plan to look at it carefully.

"Will it delay your exam preparation?" Lin Lele asked considerately, "I heard that you were recommended for admission, so there must be some requirements for your grades."

Wen Qing smiled: "It's okay. I'll try my best to help, but my ability is limited. I hope I won't hold your boyfriend back."

"No." Lin Lele picked up the phone and shook it. "I told him, he's very grateful to you. He'll treat you to dinner when you return to school next week."