Social temperature

As soon as Song Yuanxun entered the laboratory in the morning, he saw Fang Zhaomu standing by the filing cabinet, facing the door and arranging things.

Perhaps because he sensed someone coming in, Fang Zhaomu looked up and met Song Yuanxun's eyes, but after less than a second, he lowered his head again.

Fang Zhaomu is much shorter than Song Yuanxun, with his back and shoulders slightly arched, looking very stiff, no slack from last night's dating software.

Without stopping, Song Yuanxun passed Fang Zhaomu and walked towards Zhang Ranyu who was in the same group as him.

Last night, Song Yuanxun decisively deleted the dating app after listening to what Fang Zhaomu praised him for.After all, it is really irrational to be stimulated by Fang Zhaomu to speak, and it is a waste of time to chat with homosexuals who are not good at academics.

"Brother Yuan." Zhang Ranyu greeted Song Yuanxun and showed him the statistics he calculated last night.

The project process of their group has passed more than half, and has entered the final stage. After a short meeting in the laboratory today, they will start writing the paper.

Not long after, other people in the group also came. Song Yuanxun finished arranging everyone's division of labor, and suddenly there was the sound of a glass bottle breaking from behind.

Several people turned their heads to see that Fang Zhaomu had broken a test tube and was bending over to pick it up.

"It's him again..." Zhang Ranyu showed a mocking expression, "Shame on me."

Zhang Ranyu's voice was silent, but Fang Zhaomu heard it.Fang Zhaomu threw the broken glass into the trash can, turned to look at Zhang Ranyu, and asked Zhang Ranyu in a cold voice: "Why am I ashamed?"

Yesterday afternoon, Fang Zhaomu got angry at Zhang Ranyu.

If Song Yuanxun is the invisible center of the Chinese in the laboratory, Zhang Ranyu is like a eunuch next to the emperor in ordinary TV dramas.

Song Yuanxun wants to pursue two degrees, and he is often not in the laboratory. He will not directly conflict with Fang Zhaomu, and he has not even talked to Fang Zhaomu, at most he ignores and avoids it.

But Zhang Ranyu is not, Zhang Ranyu only has two hobbies in his life, one, flattering Song Yuanxun, and two, trying to find ways to make Fang Zhaomu feel uncomfortable.

Yesterday, when Fang Zhaomu was taking the reagents, he accidentally touched the electronic balance Song Yuanxun was using.

Song Yuanxun stood beside Fang Zhaomu, quickly pushed away Fang Zhaomu's hand with the experiment booklet in his hand, and looked down at Fang Zhaomu with a straight face.However, before Song Yuanxun could speak, Zhang Ranyu quickly approached and began to blame Fang Zhaomu for ruining Song Yuanxun's half-hour debugging results.

At first Fang Zhaomu apologized nicely, but after Zhang Ranyu relentlessly grabbed and scolded him for a while, his face turned cold, he picked up his reagent, turned around and left.

Zhang Ranyu didn't expect that Fang Zhaomu, who had always been patient, would dare to refute, so he paused for a while, watching Fang Zhaomu walk towards him.

"Why am I ashamed?" Fang Zhaomu approached Zhang Ranyu and asked again.

Although Fang Zhaomu was not tall, he was half a head taller than Zhang Ranyu.

His eyes were sharp, and he still held half a broken test tube in his hand.Stared at by Fang Zhaomu, Zhang Ranyu took a step back in panic, pressed his butt against the table, mustered up his courage again, and confronted Fang Zhaomu with his neck stuck: "Did I say you?"

"Then who are you talking about?" Fang Zhaomu twitched at Zhang Ranyu and asked.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing," Zhou Meng on the side came to smooth things over, and the other party Zhaomu said, "Ran Yu just said something casually, you still take it seriously."

Fang Zhaomu originally wanted to argue a few more words, but it happened that the teaching assistant and the professor walked into the laboratory, so he had to give up.

He went upstairs to his place, turned on the computer, took out his mobile phone, and opened the software that was just started yesterday.

After complimenting Andrew's muscles last night, Andrew seemed shy and never replied to him again.

Fang Zhaomu felt that he might be a little fledgling, and he didn't want to contact anyone except Andrew, so he clicked on the chat page with Andrew, and sent Andrew a message.

He first typed, said good morning, asked the other party if he got up, and wrote the analysis report for a long time, but Andrew still didn't reply. Fang Zhaomu pressed the voice button and said to Andrew in a drawn-out tone: "What are you doing?"

"I met another idiot today, and I'm in a bad mood, you can chat with me," Fang Zhaomu persistently harassed the other party, "OK?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zhaomu heard some small noises behind him. Looking back, Song Yuanxun came upstairs very rarely, with his back turned to him, and took out the computer.

There were people upstairs, and Fang Zhaomu couldn't speak anymore, so he sent Andrew a few more crying emojis, and started to read the materials.

After Fang Zhaomu finished reading a paper, he couldn't help opening the chat interface again, and found that Andrew replied to his message. Andrew said, "Did you cry by an idiot?"

"Yeah," Fang Zhaomu lay down on the table and typed to Andrew word by word, "I'm crying."

This time Andrew replied much faster than last night, and he said to Fang Zhaomu, "I don't believe it, show me the pictures."

"I'm in the lab, there's someone around me," Fang Zhaomu looked back, Song Yuanxun was typing seriously, he shouldn't notice himself, so he lowered his voice and said to Andrew, "Aren't you working?"

"I'm at work," Andrew said, "I saw that you said you were in a bad mood, so I took the time to chat with you."

Fang Zhaomu felt that Andrew seemed a little different from last night, as if he had become more enthusiastic.Fang Zhaomu didn't know what to say for a while, so he said to him: "Thank you, I feel better when someone talks with me."

"Can you speak in the laboratory?" Andrew asked Fang Zhaomu, "What do you study?"

"Yes," Fang Zhaomu told Andrew about his major, and then asked him, "What do mechanical engineers do at work? Are you busy?"

Before he finished speaking, there was some noise behind Fang Zhaomu. He glanced back, Song Yuanxun stood up, and quickly walked towards the stairs with his mobile phone.

There was no movement on Andrew's end again. Fang Zhaomu looked up after analyzing a few data, and sent a message asking: "Really so busy?"

After a while, Fang Zhaomu received a reply letter with only three words on it: "I'm very busy."