The green camphor tree has a deep view

Wen Qing buried her head in reviewing her lessons, sitting there for hours. After having lunch in the cafeteria, she returned to the Electronics Building and saw Jiang Xueming was still in the laboratory, so she went in and followed him to do experiments.

"Are you going to the base station project too?" Jiang Xueming asked while observing the data in front of the instrument screen.

"Yes." Wen Qing nodded, "I want to accumulate more practical experience."

Jiang Xueming thought for a moment and said, "You have strong hands-on skills and are good at math, so it's a good fit for you to go to the project. However, it's best not to get too close to the people at Depth of Field Technology - including Zhao Jin."

"why?"

"The head of Jingshen Technology is Song Jingshen, the nephew of Professor Gu. When he founded the company, he was short of funds, so Professor Gu sold his family business shares to inject capital into him. In order to get his company listed, he has been keeping an eye on our project since last year. He has been paying close attention to it while pretending not to be interested, allowing other companies to come to us to discuss cooperation. It was not until other companies failed that he showed up in a pretentious manner, catching the department off guard and forcing them to agree to his terms."

Jiang Xueming said calmly: "It's really unkind of you to plot against even your own uncle."

Wen Qing was confused: "Did he ruin all those previous business collaborations?"

"Most companies don't understand the technical background of the base station project, so they are inevitably blind when they come to discuss cooperation. However, Song Jingshen himself is a technical expert, but he also followed those companies and pretended to be confused. In a blink of an eye, it dragged on for more than half a year, and the department really couldn't find anyone, which greatly reduced the cost of cooperation. Only then did he ask for a high price, not only winning the project, but also snatching away most of our technical backbones."

"How could he do such a thing!" After figuring out the whole story, Wen Qing's opinion of Song Jingshen became even more negative. "He is so comfortable taking advantage of Professor Gu?"

"I don't know why," Jiang Xueming said, "Professor Gu said that he owed Song Jingshen and was willing to make it up to him in this way."

Wen Qing couldn't help but worry about Gu Huaiyuan: "With most of the people gone, Professor Gu's research progress will be greatly affected, right? Will it affect your graduation?"

"We can only bear it." Jiang Xueming sighed, and forced a bitter smile, "As long as I'm here, we can still hold on."

Once the experiment started, time passed very quickly and it was dark in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qing looked at the sunset outside the window and felt that the entire day was not wasted, and she felt quite satisfied.

It was getting late and she had a tutoring session at 7pm, so she hurriedly said goodbye to Jiang Xueming, packed her schoolbag and rushed to the cafeteria.

As soon as she entered the cafeteria, she heard her cell phone ringing in her bag. Wen Qing took out her cell phone with one hand, clamped it between her shoulder and head, held her meal card with the other hand, and walked towards the long line in front of the window.

Yin Xiaoxiao's voice came from the microphone: "Sister Xiao Wen, can you get tickets for tomorrow's show? Preferably for the close-up, two tickets - I also want to bring a handsome guy with me."

Yin Xiaoxiao is Wen Qing's student. She comes from a wealthy family and has no concept of money or grades. A while ago, she happened to watch Wen Qing rehearsing, so she wanted to take a video of Wen Qing dancing, claiming that it would definitely become a hit.

"Two? And they're close..." Wen Qing was surprised, "What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Just go out with the handsome guy." Yin Xiaoxiao said, "I've had my eyes on him for a while, and this is the first time he's asked me for something."

Wen Qing held her forehead with her hand: "Are you still in the mood for a relationship? The next monthly exam is only a few days away. If your grades don't improve, your dad will fire me."

"How can I be in love? Even if I want to, she may not agree..." Yin Xiaoxiao said angrily, "Besides this, I also want to take a video of you. I have to sit closer to take a better video."

"I can find you tickets, but I can't let you take the video." Wen Qing replied firmly, "If you really send it to me, I will never let you go!"

The line at the cafeteria window was getting shorter and shorter, so Wen Qing quickly hung up the phone: "Come to class at 7pm. If I can find a ticket, I'll give it to you. If not, forget it."

There were not many dishes left in the window. Wen Qing had always been frugal and not picky about food, so she casually ordered two vegetarian dishes and a bowl of rice, put them on the tray, and turned around to look for a seat.

It was the peak meal time and the cafeteria was packed. Wen Qing looked around and finally found an empty seat in the corner, so she carefully squeezed over and sat down.

There were four people sitting at a table, two of them were lovers. The girl sat next to Wen Qing, her face full of sweetness, her red lips slightly parted, and she uttered a delicate "ah..."

The boyfriend immediately picked up a strawberry and carefully fed it into the girl's mouth. The girl bit off the tip of the strawberry and giggled. The boyfriend took his hand back and threw the remaining strawberry butt into his mouth with a smile, his action was very cool.

Wen Qing pretended not to see it and was secretly glad that there was someone sitting opposite her and she was not the only light bulb.

The young couple were very affectionate, exchanging glances at the table and rubbing their legs against each other under the table. They didn't care if they accidentally bumped into an unrelated person nearby, as if they were going to cross the table and get tangled up in the next second.

Wen Qing awkwardly moved aside and couldn't help but glance at the light bulb opposite.

Sitting opposite was a tall man wearing a polo shirt and a tennis hat. The brim of the hat was pressed down over his eyebrows, and his thick black temples were a little wet, as if he had just worked out.

The man had broad shoulders and long arms, and sat there slouchingly, occupying most of the table, making the couple sitting next to him feel very uncomfortable. But the man didn't care that he "crossed the line" at all, and ate the whole time, as if the young couple didn't exist.

Perhaps affected by his low pressure, the young couple left quickly, but before leaving they remembered to pick up and clean up the remaining strawberry stems one by one.

Wen Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief and focused on eating. She was always frugal, so she picked up all the dishes on the plate with a few chopsticks, poured the soup into the rice, mixed it a little and ate it.

"You eat so little, won't you be hungry at night?" The man opposite suddenly spoke in a deep and magnetic voice, which scared Wen Qing.

She quickly looked up and found that the man had lifted the brim of his hat, revealing a handsome face - it was Song Jingshen!

Wen Qing was completely confused - why was he here?

Song Jingshen was full. He folded his hands behind his head, leaned on the backrest, and stretched his long legs diagonally, accidentally touching Wen Qing's calves.

Wen Qing immediately retracted her foot and replied calmly, "I'm not hungry."

The man was dressed in sportswear and seemed a few years younger than he was at the dinner. If she hadn't seen his face, she would have thought there was a student sitting opposite him.

Wen Qing quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice. She was no longer in the mood to eat and prepared to pack up and leave.

Song Jingshen stopped her and said, "Eating alone, without a boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend is busy." Wen Qing lied.

"I don't have time to eat with you or feed you strawberries. So you found an electronic boyfriend?" Song Jingshen pretended to frown, but a smile appeared on his lips.

Wen Qing suddenly remembered his reckless behavior downstairs in the dormitory that night, and couldn't help but feel hot on her cheeks: "Not everyone is like you...so casual."

"Oh? How am I so casual?" He stretched out his long fingers and held her wrist across the dining table, "Come on, tell me."

Wen Qing dodged as if being burned, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, please be normal! Otherwise, go find entertainment somewhere else."

The man withdrew his hand and looked at her without saying a word. His eyes were so deep that it was hard to tell what he was feeling, but the air pressure around him was so low that it was suffocating.

Wen Qing took a deep breath and quickly said, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Then she picked up the tableware, stood up and left.

"Monday evening at 307 o'clock, of the Electronic Building." Song Jingshen suddenly spoke in a flat tone.

"What?" Wen Qing asked in surprise.

"Meeting." Seeing her stop, Song Jingshen resumed his sitting posture and said casually, "Aren't you joining my project too?"

Wen Qing understood that the base station project was led by Song Jingshen. No wonder he appeared here. He probably came to the department to discuss something.

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Wen Qing pursed her dry lips, said with difficulty, "Hmm," and said, "Please take care of me."

The man snorted and laughed: "It's not easy to hear Miss Wen say something soft. " He slowly stood up and walked around the dining table towards her. His tall figure blocked the light from above, shrouding her in a faint shadow.

He lowered his eyes to look at her whorl of hair, as if waiting for her to say something, but Wen Qing confronted him in silence.

After a long while, Song Jingshen broke the silence: "Caring is mutual, please help collect it first."

He tilted his chin slightly and gestured in the direction of the dining table. Wen Qing looked over and saw the table was piled with the dishes he had used.

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, and her hands holding the tray were still shaking - this man was really... too much. At this moment, she wanted to throw the plates and bowls in her hands on his face to see if he still knew how to respect others!