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Zhuang Mingdong, a Chinese on the plane.

He was wearing a simple white shirt with a black suit jacket casually draped over his arm. He had an upright posture and exuded a calm and unrestrained temperament.

Zhuang Mingdong obviously noticed Jian Yue as well, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

But Jian Yue was only slightly stunned, and then looked away.

Without stopping at all, he walked straight towards the bus arranged by the school.

Zhuang Mingdong looked at her back, with a hint of amusement and inquiry in his eyes.

Jian Yue found a seat by the window and sat down, then heaved a long sigh of relief.

Today's exchange meeting was really interesting.

The corners of Zhuang Mingdong's mouth curled up slightly, and that smile seemed to have deep meaning.

He stood there without moving until the bus started slowly and gradually disappeared from his sight.

MIT?

This exchange meeting made Jian Yue famous.

From then on, I became much busier at school.

Someone actually approached her to discuss academic matters.

On this day, Zhuang Mingdong stepped into the MIT campus with a feeling of trepidation and excitement.

Students on campus are walking around, some are discussing academic issues enthusiastically, while others are riding their bicycles at high speed.

However, Zhuang Mingdong had no intention of appreciating all this. His eyes searched the crowd, not missing a single figure.

As he asked questions along the way, his slightly anxious look was out of place with the relaxed atmosphere around him, and many students cast curious glances at him.

Jian Yue was concentrating on looking up information in a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by piles of books and quiet air.

Suddenly, a message from a classmate broke the silence.

"Jian Yue, there is a man looking for you downstairs, and he looks very anxious."

Jian Yue put down the thick architectural theory book in her hand with confusion, the bookmark still on the unfinished page.

He stood up, walked around the piles of bookshelves, and headed downstairs to the library with light but hurried steps.

When she stepped out of the library door, the sunlight shone on her body and she squinted her eyes slightly to adjust to the light.

When I saw Zhuang Mingdong's familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar figure, I felt confused for a moment.

My brows furrowed involuntarily, and the scenes of our encounter on the plane flashed through my mind like a fast-playing slide show.

I really don't understand why this person, whom I had only met twice, would come to the school to find me.

However, her good upbringing made her take a few steps forward, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised in a polite smile, and she greeted him.

"Mr. Zhuang, what a coincidence, why are you here?"

The two stood on the winding path of the campus, surrounded by lush trees.

However, the atmosphere at this moment was somewhat awkward and silent.

Zhuang Mingdong looked at her, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

His hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously, and even tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Jian Yue stood there with a calm expression, slightly tilting her head, staring at Zhuang Mingdong.

Finally, Zhuang Mingdong seemed to have mustered up great courage and broke the silence.

Clearing his throat, he said, "Do you remember the first time we met on the plane? You were sitting by the window, reading a book quietly..."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, trying to describe the scene more vividly.

However, the more Jian Yue listened, the more confused she felt. She frowned slightly and interrupted Zhuang Mingdong directly.

"Mr. Zhuang, what's the matter?" He couldn't help but raise his voice, his tone a little stiff, "We are just strangers who have met twice. You didn't come all the way here just to reminisce with me, right?"

Zhuang Mingdong was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the other party to be so direct.

But he quickly came to his senses and said, "I want to get to know you."

Jian Yue's mouth corners slightly raised as if she had heard a huge joke.

"I don't know why you want to find me, but if it's because you like me. I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I'm married."

After saying this, he turned and left without even stopping.

Zhuang Mingdong froze in shock as if he had been struck by lightning.

I never thought that the person I had been thinking about was already married.

He stood there blankly, the breeze blowing by, but it couldn't blow away the astonishment and loss in his heart.

Jian Yue walked very quickly, not intentionally being so cold.

I just don't want to be entangled by this inexplicable person.

However, I still think that this is the right thing to do and we should not give Zhuang Mingdong any chance.

It would be a terrible thing if another trouble comes right after solving one.

Tom had been following Jian Yue quietly not far behind.

Crouching like a sneaky detective.

He stared at Jian Yue and Zhuang Mingdong, full of curiosity, eager to know what they had just said.

Under his high nose bridge, his lips were slightly pursed and his brows were slightly wrinkled, showing his inner struggle at the moment.

Unfortunately, he didn't speak Chinese, so he could only guess based on the two people's expressions and body movements, like a blind man touching an elephant.

Tom pondered secretly, and based on his observation, he felt that the other party's confession was most likely failed.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and a hint of imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes.

The gloom that had originally arisen from Zhuang Mingdong's obvious interest in Jian Yue was now completely swept away.

After Jian Yue left quickly, she did not return to the library.

I had not walked far when a classmate caught up with me from behind and grabbed me.

"Jian Yue, Professor Zhao wants to see you. He wants you to discuss the recent topic about building structure together. He wants you to come over now."

Jian Yue nodded and followed her classmates to the professor's office.

Along the way, the students said excitedly: "This topic is very difficult. Many people have no idea. The professor thought of you first. You are amazing."

Jian Yue just smiled slightly.

In fact, I just learned a lot.

In terms of real strength, I am not necessarily better than them.

Who told us to use cheats?

When we arrived at Professor Zhao's office, several students were already waiting there.

Professor Zhao saw her coming and said with a smile, "Jian Yue, you are here. We are discussing the application of new building structures in earthquake resistance in this project. What do you think?"

Jian Yue quickly adjusted her state, walked to the blackboard, picked up the chalk, and said as she drew: "Professor, I think we can find inspiration from traditional earthquake-resistant structures, such as some wooden building structures in Sakura Country, which have unique advantages in earthquake resistance. We can apply its principles to new building materials."

"But the properties of new materials are different from those of wood. How can we use them directly?"

"This requires us to improve and innovate new materials. Through simulation experiments, we can adjust the internal structure of the material so that it has high strength while also having flexibility and elasticity similar to wood."

Everyone fell into deep thought.

Professor Zhao nodded: "This is a good idea. How do we determine the parameters of the simulation experiment?"

"We can first analyze the stress conditions of traditional earthquake-resistant structures during earthquakes, and then build a corresponding mathematical model based on the physical properties of new materials to determine the parameters of the simulation experiment through calculations."

In the heated discussion, Jian Yue temporarily put Zhuang Mingdong's matter behind her.

Zhuang Mingdong stood there in a daze for a long time before leaving the MIT campus in a daze.

All the way, I was thinking about what Jian Yue said, feeling bitter.