Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

Han Yuanzhou is in such a state that he won't listen to any advice.

Shi An had tried, but all his attempts ended in failure.

Some things you just have to get through on your own.

After the conference, Du Xiang was busy with a bunch of other things. Later that evening, she reluctantly saw Shi An off and then officially began her university life.

It has to be said that she studied everything in her major, both the things she should and shouldn't have studied.

Of course, ideological education classes are mandatory.

In just one month, Du Xiang, this simple and kind-hearted girl, was nurtured to have a heart that shines like gold.

Shi An lost a wife who loved him wholeheartedly, but the people gained a selfless and dedicated sage.

Everyone needs to grow up. Is there anything wrong with him putting himself after the people? No. I hope he can distinguish right from wrong.

In short, Du Xiang has evolved, and the good news is that she's still a shrew.

We are all college students. Although these days are extremely difficult, our spirit of hard work and perseverance is still commendable.

But even if it's good, it's not as good as Du Xiang, right?

Although those passionate words energized the group of young people, making them vow to fight for the great mission to the death, their roommates often felt that they were not loyal and motivated enough when they looked at Du Xiang.

Du Xiang's efforts were frightening.

In an era before the phenomenon of involution, Du Xiang single-handedly managed to win over her roommates.

This laid a solid foundation for the remarkable achievements of the girls who followed.

In short, this year's students and this dormitory have produced many talented individuals.

Du Xiang had no idea that she was involved in a project. She had never had the opportunity to receive an education before, but now she wanted to be a pioneer.

She was just a patriotic, ambitious machine; what did she do wrong?

In short, I've made progress and established a good public image—a win-win situation.

My daily life is busy and monotonous; I'm either in class or in the library.

These days, many things come from abroad. If you want to understand some books, you have to thoroughly learn the foreign languages.

Moreover, Du Xiang was greedy; she wasn't content with just learning what was in her own little corner of the world, so she also audited other related classes.

What is rest? That's all knowledge.

She's in her early twenties, a time when she should be making her way in the world. How could she possibly sleep?

Besides some places she frequented, she also became a regular at the gun room because she often chased after the teacher to ask questions.

She even pestered her teacher to get her a long-term pass.

There are some things she can't understand just by talking about them on paper. Since she's going to design something, she has to actually understand these things thoroughly.

On Wednesday afternoon, after class, Du Xiang arrived at the armory with her card, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

Han Yuanzhou is adjusting the prosthetic leg on his left leg.

When their eyes met, they were both stunned.

Han Yuanzhou casually lowered his trouser leg to cover himself.

Normally no one comes at this time; teachers usually borrow it before class if they need it.

Du Xiang blinked, realizing that she hadn't knocked and seemed to have overheard someone's secret.

After a quick brainstorming session, he bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, teacher."

After saying that, he walked over and placed the access card and student card on the table.

Han Yuanzhou glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Du Xiang, being sensible, went inside on her own and found the same utensils as described in the book.

She was so eager to find talent that she not only looked at things, but couldn't resist starting to dismantle them.

Hearing the commotion in the corner, Han Yuanzhou merely frowned slightly before lowering his gaze indifferently and wiping the guns on the table one by one.

It wasn't until much later that Du Xiang brought over a pile of parts and placed them on the table.

She carefully disassembled the three pieces, and managed to put one back together, but the other two just wouldn't match.

My skills are limited, and I acted rashly.

But the people in charge here can't just wipe things down every day, can they?

Du Xiang assessed the situation and remained silent. If he knew how to do it, he would at most criticize her for taking things apart and then putting them back together. If he didn't know how to do it, he would at most criticize her.

Han Yuanzhou looked up and met Du Xiang's gaze, then said nothing and lowered his head again.

Looking at the pile of things in front of me, I reassembled them and put them back in their original state.

Du Xiang watched the entire process intently, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

Reflect on where you went wrong.

Seeing that everything was intact, I took it back and put it back in its original place.

Han Yuanzhou continued to work with his head down, as if nothing that happened in the outside world concerned him.

Du Xiang took her identification documents back from the table and bowed deeply again.

"Thank you, teacher. You've gone to so much trouble."

Han Yuanzhou paused, and when he looked up again, the person was already far away.

Du Xiang realized that her school was indeed full of hidden talents. Don't underestimate an ordinary teacher who manages equipment; you can tell how skilled they are just by looking at them.

The key point is that this person is very much to her liking; he silently imparts knowledge and answers questions without saying a word, making him a good role model for learning.

She's a student, so what's wrong with having a strong thirst for knowledge?

He's a teacher, what's wrong with teaching him a little more?

If you want to learn more, you have to be shameless; all knowledge belongs to her.

After class on Friday, Du Xiang rushed to the armory once again.

This time she knocked on the door politely, but no one answered. At least she had been polite.

I cautiously opened the door and peeked inside. It was the same teacher in charge, doing the same thing.

Enter and bow politely, saying, "Hello, teacher."

Just like last time, I placed my pass and my ID on the table and didn't bother them anymore.

This time I did really well; I disassembled five and reassembled two.

They still presented the items to Han Yuanzhou.

Han Yuanzhou remained silent for a moment, then put the items back in their original positions.

The large armory was quiet, with only the sound of him assembling the weapons.

Du Xiang was dazzled by the sight.

After a long pause, she timidly asked, "Teacher, could we do that step again?"

Didn't see clearly.

Han Yuanzhou frowned.

He wasn't a teacher; he was just a warehouse manager. His job was to look after these things, lend them out, and bring them back.

This place used to be very quiet, and usually no one would come here. When they did, they would just fill out a form, take their things, and leave.

No one has ever openly dismantled anything inside.

Of course, Han Yuanzhou wouldn't interfere with anything that wasn't prohibited or forbidden by any rule or regulation.

After disassembling and reassembling the previous steps, my movements unconsciously slowed down considerably.

Du Xiang suddenly realized and secretly wrote it down.

The restoration was completed in a short time, and Du Xiang took the items and put them back according to their numbers.

Han Yuanzhou remained indifferent to worldly affairs, and Du Xiang tactfully took back her documents.

"goodbye teacher."

This time, I won't say it's troublesome; I'll just say goodbye.

Once raw, twice cooked.

Du Xiang's schedule was too full, leaving only time for this kind of practical exploration after class on Wednesdays and Fridays.

Han Yuanzhou also discovered this pattern when she came for the fourth time.

Looking at the five wrecked items in front of him, he unusually looked up and stared at Du Xiang for a while.

Du Xiang met his gaze. Yes, she admitted that she was dismantling more and more, but wasn't she trying to improve efficiency?

Time is like water in a sponge; her sponge has been squeezed too dry, so she has to get things done efficiently in one go.

Go out and ask around; which classmate or teacher doesn't praise her for being positive, eager to learn, and is that wrong?

"Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely work hard to serve the country. Your hard work will not be in vain."

Du Xiang spoke sincerely. She works herself to the bone. He's clearly a very capable person, yet she spends her days cleaning up these shabby things. It's not unreasonable for her to make a little effort to cultivate future pillars of society.