follow my heart

Meng Buqing turned over and opened his eyes. Feeling sober, he took out his mobile phone to check the time: 05:30.

Counting the time, I didn't sleep for a few hours at all.

After drinking, she tends to wake up early, gets up as usual, and draws the curtains and opens the windows in a good mood.The sky outside was gray, and a faint and cold smell lingered in the morning air.

Meng Buqing likes cloudy days the most.

She went downstairs, made some instant coffee, took a sip to refresh herself, and then put it on the dining table.Start preparing breakfast.

The heated sliced ​​bread exudes a light wheat fragrance.

She fried the eggs and sausage and put them on a plate.Since knowing that Ji Wan doesn't eat lettuce, the vegetables in the sandwich only put two slices of tomato.

"..."

Meng Buqing came out with two plates containing breakfast, and was stunned for a while, but didn't hear footsteps when he was busy.

At some point, Ji Wan had already sat down.

She is looking at something on her mobile phone, with a cup in her right hand.

Sip and sip.

Meng Buqing was startled, and was about to point out that it was her cup.I also remembered that I put it away casually and placed it in front of Ji Wan's usual seat, it was really easy to misunderstand.

— Then don’t tell her.

Meng Buqing walked over and didn't have time to sit down.

Ji Wan put down the cup in her hand, and sighed slowly: "It's really bad instant coffee."

Meng Buqing was immediately annoyed: "What you drink is mine!"

"..."

Ji Wan paused for a moment, then realized that the cup was a bit familiar, and asked again: "Have you already drank it?"

Meng Buqing should be deep and firm: "Yes!"

"I'm sorry..." Ji Wan looked away, took out a tissue to wipe the rim of her cup, and asked cautiously, "Then do you want to continue drinking?"

Meng Buqing felt that her voice was very cute, so she took it over, "Yes."

"..."

Ji Wan took a look and realized that there was nothing for her to drink.She stood up, took out the tea leaves from the cabinet, and went into the kitchen to boil a pot of water to make tea.

The kitchen is a transparent sliding door on both sides, and it is not closed.

Meng Buqing watched her movements while eating.

I noticed that can of tea a few days ago.The main reason is that the tea pots are very beautiful, made of tin, and are carefully engraved with auspicious patterns of gourds and vines.

She opened it curiously and glanced at it. It was emerald green in color, curled into a snail, and the tea hair was fluffy.

The tangy aroma, the best Biluochun.

Meng Buqing thought that Ji Wan would take out the tea set after boiling the water, but she didn't expect that she would hold the tea in the glass cup she usually drinks water with.

When the hot water boils, pick up the kettle immediately.

Meng Buqing couldn't help saying: "Don't you know that boiling water can't make tea directly?"

Ji Wan turned her head and said, "It's okay."

"It doesn't matter what you mean," Meng Buqing stood up in shock, hurried into the kitchen and said, "You are too reckless for such an expensive tea."

She thought that Ji Wan didn't have a suitable tea set at hand, that's all she could do.

Immediately raised his hand to open the top cabinet, took out a delicate and heavy small box and said, "Here is a new tea set, let me use it for you."

Ji Wan said honestly, "I don't know how to use it."

Meng Buqing: "..."

Drinking such expensive tea, I thought I was an old tea drinker.Why can't even use an ordinary tea set.

She silently took the tea sets out of the box, rinsed them with water, and put them all in the sterilizer.

"Are you good at making tea?" Ji Wan asked with interest.Actually, soaking Biluochun in boiling water would make it more fragrant, but seeing that she was in high spirits, she didn't stop her.

"Ah."

"Who did you learn from?"

Meng Buqing said while he was busy: "There is an elective course about tea culture, I have learned it."

Ji Wan asked casually: "Why did you think of repairing this? You don't usually drink tea."

Meng Buqing hesitated.I feel that I seem to always mention Qi Min during this time, and if this continues, the door of the cabinet will easily become unstable.

I could only vaguely say: "Because tea art appeared in many novels I read, so I came across this class, so I went to learn it. I got a good score at the end of the semester."

Ji Wan looked at her and said curiously, "Then you're pretty good."

After finishing the words, I remembered that I have written about tea ceremony many times in my novels...

Meng Buqing smiled: "It's not great. I only know how good the author I like is after studying it. She knows a lot of unpopular knowledge about tea art. In reality, she must be a master who is proficient in tea art."

Ji Wan was silent.

"I seem to have told you about her pen name before," Meng Buqing stared at her, although she didn't think so, but still asked tentatively, "Have you searched it?"

Ji Wan shook her head with a serious face.

"Very good, you are a teacher who reads ancient books, don't read online novels." Meng Buqing said with relief.

"..."

The expression on Ji Wan's face gradually became a little indescribable, and she couldn't hold it back for a long time, and whispered: "Do you think that what the author wrote, you will know what it is?"

"Of course. I can feel these things in her words!"

Ji Wan paused again and again before saying, "Not necessarily."

Meng Buqing didn't talk to her anymore.Take the tea cup straight away.

Every inch of her slender, white and tender hands exuded just the right amount of beauty.Playing with the tea set, the exquisite posture makes the seemingly ordinary porcelain bowl also have a sense of luxury and self-respect.

Ji Wan stood by, admiring silently.

In fact, it only takes a long time to wash and disinfect the tea set.After pouring hot water, the soup comes out quickly.

Meng Buqing first poured tea into the justice cup, then poured it into the cup in her hand and said, "Okay, let's take it to eat."

"This cup is so small," Ji Wan lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "Can I drink from a larger cup?"

She actually knew that the Fairness Cup was only for sharing tea.

"Okay," Meng Buqing thought for a while, and poured the tea into her original big glass again, "Our teacher said that it is best to drink tea in the most comfortable way, so you lift the lid of the teapot and directly hold the teapot It's okay to drink!"

Ji Wan burst into laughter: "That's not the case."

Meng Buqing didn't drink tea, she couldn't give up her instant coffee.

Back to the table.

What I made today is a simple western breakfast.The instant coffee with a light and bitter taste is quite suitable with the slightly greasy fried sausage.

Meng Buqing secretly looked at Ji Wan's expression. Others usually choose to play chess or read a book when making tea, and she doesn't know what it feels like to have breakfast like her.

Ji Wan ate normally with a demure expression.

As if drinking green tea with toast is a given.

However, even if she thinks the coffee is bad, she still drinks it calmly.

Meng Buqing asked: "Are you not particular about food?"

"Well," Ji Wan said, "When I'm rushing to work, I often put a bag of bread and a cup of tea next to the computer. I can eat bread for several days to fill my stomach."

Meng Buqing opened his mouth.

It took a long time before he said, "You are... you are really amazing."

Ji Wan suddenly smiled, looked at her and said: "But that was in the past. After living with you, the good quality of bearing hardships may have disappeared."

This sentence, without Ming Kua, is more pleasing to the ears than Ming Kua.

The corners of Meng Buqing's lips turned up, and she nodded repeatedly: "That's right, I have tasted such a good cooking skill, how difficult it is to go from extravagance to frugality!"

Meng Buqing asked her: "Are you out of work today?"

"Ah."

"Then eat quickly, eat quickly, and let's play chess well later."

"Okay." Ji Wan held the cup and said lazily, "The more you get frustrated, the more courageous you become, the attitude is pretty good."

"..."

Meng Buqing couldn't tell whether she was attacking him or not.

"Let's go, let's go play chess." Ji Wan finished eating first, then said to her lightly with her lips curled up, "Little stinky chess basket."

Meng Buqing stood up immediately: "Hey! Be more polite!"

The coffee table in the living room is not too big, with a chessboard in the middle and piles of paper towels and other things, it looks a bit messy.

Ji Wan put all the things aside and cleared out the whole area.

"Are you still asking me to get black?"

"..."

Meng Buqing was silent for a few seconds, then turned the chessboard sullenly, and the position of the connected chess boxes also changed accordingly.

"I take black."

Ji Wan smiled and said nothing, picked up a white chess piece.

With the breeze blowing in from the window, she raised her hand and brushed her hair, fixed her eyes on the chessboard and said, "Do you want to bet today?"

Meng Buqing's face was stiff, remembering that he underestimated the enemy before, and owed her a bet that he could do whatever he wanted.Looking at Ji Wan, she didn't mention it again, she might have forgotten it.

Maybe it was just casual talk.

She couldn't help but said obediently: "We are a friendship bureau between teachers and students, what kind of bet are we talking about?"

"Okay," Ji Wan quickly put down her words, her tone was natural, "but what you owed me before must not be counted."

"……Won't."

Meng Buqing pretended to go underground at random.

He didn't lift his head.

Just as Ji Wan was about to settle down, she suddenly bent her lips and smiled meaningfully: "This is the beginning of seeing the big picture? The progress is really fast."

She immediately dropped the ball, firmly cutting off the road that Hei Zi wanted to lay behind.

Meng Buqing: "..."

A game is over quickly.

Meng Buqing lost cleanly.

Ji Wan stared at the chessboard, pointed out to her where the handling was not good, and praised where the thinking was right.The language is concise and clear, as if it is really an experienced professional teacher.

Meng Buqing listened carefully.

"The progress is really fast," Ji Wan said, "maybe it has something to do with you studying mathematics. Do you feel bad about calculating things?"

was praised.

Meng Buqing raised his chin and said proudly, "There really isn't one."

"Then why did you get such a low score in professional courses?" Ji Wan asked with a smile.

"..."

It's on.

Meng Buqing stared at her dejectedly: "Okay, I used the wrong word, apply for a revision of the wording. It is the calculation in ordinary textbooks from elementary school to high school, and nothing can stump me."

Ji Wan said softly: "That's amazing too. I was poor in math since I was a child, and I failed the exam in junior high school."

Meng Buqing became excited when he heard the words, and stared at her: "Oh? Really?"

Ji Wan glanced at her: "Are you happy?"

Meng Buqing quickly stopped laughing and said, "No, no, I'm just a little curious. So what do you do?"

"What to do," Ji Wan said flatly, "What else can I do, learn by crying."

In Meng Buqing's mind, she imagined that when she was studying, she would stay up late and turn on the lamp, studying while crying, and there was a picture of a failed math test paper next to her.

Immediately, he was overjoyed, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said with a smile: "Then I have never learned to cry."

Ji Wan glanced at her, changed the subject and asked, "Then your current math is so poor, do you feel sorry for your former high school teacher?"

The sunspots and the whites were finally dispersed.

The two continued.

Meng Buqing frowned: "Why did you say this suddenly? Do you want to say that I will study hard in the future?"

Ji Wan: "Yes."

Meng Buqing lowered her eyes, with a sly smile under her long eyelashes, "That's useless. She said that she didn't expect me to be rich and successful, she only hoped that I would be happy every day."

Seeing her expression, Ji Wan twitched in her heart if she still wanted to ask a question, and said, "I think you've improved so fast in chess, if you put your mind on learning, you must—"

"Why?" Meng Buqing stared at the chessboard in thought, and interrupted her, "I don't know what's the point of studying hard."

Ji Wan sighed: "The word meaning is easy to write when it is embedded in the title of a Chinese composition."

Meng Buqing put down a piece, his mind was on the chessboard.

She said slowly: "Most ordinary people like me, study hard to find a good job, work hard to have a house that can shelter from wind and rain, and then enjoy eating, drinking and having fun freely. Now, I You already have them. Besides, the advantage of being admitted to a prestigious school is that you are not afraid of low grade points, as long as you can graduate, everyone will think you are a high-achieving student."

Ji Wan followed quickly: "Continue."

Meng Buqing choked, paused for a while, and said, "I still have two small shops that can get rent. These are in my name, so I don't need to share them with you...Although my father passed away, my life is generally not good. There will be changes, but the house I live in has become half smaller, it’s not a big problem, I didn’t like to go upstairs.”

"To sum up," Ji Wan pursed her lips and smiled, "So you are too lazy to study, because you have no worries about food and clothing, and there is no reason to study."

Meng Buqing nodded: "Isn't that enough?"

Ji Wan asked in a casual tone: "But the university you have worked so hard to get into, if you don't study hard, don't you think it's a bit of a waste of opportunity?"

Bai Zi made a move, and once again ate two of Hei Zi's pieces.

Meng Buqing snorted: "Because my grades are the result of my own hard work, I didn't cheat, and no one gave me a special spot for secret manipulation, so it's not a waste if I don't go to class."

Ji Wan smiled with interest: "Huh? What's the point?"

Meng Buqing: "Will the teacher not attend class because I didn't go? On the contrary, if I don't go, there will be an extra seat in the classroom. Isn't it more convenient for those who want to study but have not been admitted to the university to go to class?"

Ji Wan raised her eyes, thought for a while and said, "That's true."

Did not expect to be recognized.

If Meng Buqing had a tail, it would definitely be wagging at this moment.

"That's right, the university I was admitted to in the college entrance examination, and I got a passing score in the exam. I competed for this educational resource. It's like many people who have the conditions to eat fifty meals a day, but choose to eat three meals. Are you wasting food?"

"It's not an analogy," Ji Wan played with the chess in her hand, "There is a logical loophole."

The words fell, and the chess in his hand was put down.

Meng Buqing's son in the upper left corner was surrounded by groups, and he was already breathless.

Meng Buqing: "..."

She pursed her lips and thought about it, but she reluctantly gave up trying to save her.Go get something else again.

Ji Wan smiled lowly, and continued: "The meaning of study and work, of course, is not limited to the realization of wealth and freedom. You are so smart, how could you not know."

Meng Buqing said "hmm" in a daze.

Next, Ji Wan didn't speak any more.

Both are playing chess seriously.

Meng Buqing rested his cheek with one hand and glanced at her while playing chess.

Ji Wan sat upright, took a sip of tea with her cup in her hand, and her eyes fell on the chessboard.Behind is the window of the balcony, the continuous road and the pale gray sky, the light is embedded in the thin clouds, and it is as delicate as an oil painting.

It seems that the whole scene framed by the window is embellishing her unhurried and calm whole body.

Soon, Meng Buqing lost again.

She said dejectedly: "To beat you, at least you have to concentrate on studying for another half a year... Is half a year okay? If not, just two or three years."

Ji Wan smiled without saying a word, her brows were thoughtful.

"What do you think?"

"I was thinking..." Ji Wan put down her teacup and looked at her, "Bubu, are you really enjoying a life without goals? If the current life can keep you satisfied, I don't think there is anything wrong with it."

Meng Buqing looked up at her.

Ji Wan said again: "But I don't think you really don't want to do things seriously."

That unyielding spirit doesn't seem like a character willing to muddle along.During this period of getting along, Meng Buqing's intelligence and decisiveness can be seen to some extent.

Besides, how could a child who really didn't want to make progress work so hard to be admitted to a key university just because he ate the teacher's food.

"Although your grades last semester were not very good overall, some subjects were quite high. You have your own ideas, and you are a very smart kid." Ji Wan looked at her, "I guess it's just this semester that you frequently skipped classes. start."

Meng Buqing stopped talking.

A face of being said.

"Because your father died."

"..."

"It's nothing, there's nothing wrong with you skipping class." Ji Wan said softly, "You're just, a little too sad."

So she was just sad.

Meng Buqing was in a daze, but she didn't cry when she heard the news of her father's death.Only at the last opening of the crematorium to bid farewell, holding incense in his hand, weeping until he was smoked.

Watching the coffin being pushed in, she didn't cry.

He just stubbornly stood very, very close to the incinerator.It was as if he could feel the flames scorching his cheeks.

After laying his father in the ground, Meng Buqing didn't cry.

how to say?The world is full of disturbances, and everyone's life looks so different.

But she will always remember being held by her mother. When she entered the kindergarten for the first time, she looked around in a daze, feeling that this place was so strange that it felt unreal.

She did not cry with the other children.

Like after her grandfather passed away, she should eat and drink, but she just felt that no matter what kind of life it was, life was empty and illusory.The end of life is death, as it should be, everyone is the same.

Lost the strength to try.

The air made her drowsy.

"Bubu, my vacation is over tomorrow," Ji Wan looked at her, her tone was gentler than ever before, "Are you going to school too?"

—

There is a small road between the Phase I and Phase II campuses of Songjiang University, and there are two breakfast stalls at the entrances on both sides, and the positions are very symmetrical.

During the morning class, many students hurriedly scanned the QR code to buy food.

It's almost late.

Meng Buqing ordered a cup of black rice porridge and a tea egg.After paying the money, he hurried into the school gate.

With her schoolbag on one shoulder, she walked quickly on the concrete road under the light sunlight, feeling a little dazed for a moment.Why did you really come to class?

Maybe it was Ji Wan's tone yesterday, which was really gentle.

Evil door, very evil door.

Meng Buqing lowered his head, worried for a while about the progress of the homework he had left behind, and estimated that he would have to peel off the skin if he really wanted to make up for it.

At least win over Ji Wan!Sooner or later, she will be pressed and rubbed!

She thought wildly, and finally walked into the classroom at the point where the bell rang.

"Here," Zuo Xiaoyun hurriedly waved at her, and said pitifully, "You came so late, I'm about to starve to death."

"The teacher hasn't come yet, let's eat first!"

Meng Buqing handed her the breakfast in his hand.

Zuo Xiaoyun poked the porridge with a straw, opened the bag while drinking, mysteriously took out two pieces of paper, and handed one to Meng Buqing: "Look, there is an English speech contest in our school."

After receiving the paper, Meng Buqing casually glanced at the registration form: "Are you going to register?"

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, I'll cheer you on!"

"Don't just work hard." Zuo Xiaoyun saw that no one was paying attention, so he lowered his voice, "Your English is so good, can you participate with me?"

Meng Buqing yawned: "What's the matter? Of course not."

Meng Buqing went to a private school when he was a child, and he began to speak English with foreign teachers every day since kindergarten.

Thanks to the good educational resources, her English performance has not been bad all the way, but in Songjiang University, where there are many top students, her level is just so-so.

Speech contests, of course, have nothing to do with her.

"No way," Zuo Xiaoyun tugged on her sleeve, swaying from side to side like a child, "Just go with me, okay? Please! Come with me, accompany me, accompany me!"

"Are you afraid that I will compete with you for the ranking?"

"Of course I'm not afraid," Zuo Xiaoyun said with a smile, "You definitely won't be able to grab it."

Meng Buqing bent her lips when she heard the words: "Hey, are you so confident?"

Zuo Xiaoyun's tone was very sincere: "Of course, with my English level, I can't get the ranking at all. How are you going to compete with me?"

"..."

Zuo Xiaoyun continued to say naively: "It would be best for you to get No.1! Then everyone will think that I am just here to accompany you, so no matter how bad I say it, there is no pressure!"

Meng Buqing remembered that Zuo Xiaoyun's spoken English was really not very good: "Why do you suddenly want to participate in this? Is there a lot of bonuses?"

"No, I just want to exercise my face," Zuo Xiaoyun lowered his head and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm already so old, and I still blush when I talk to strangers. It doesn't feel good, and I'm very petty."

Meng Buqing frowned slightly, and quickly asked: "Who said you?"

"……No."

Zuo Xiaoyun was stunned for a moment, then continued to shake her arm vigorously and said, "Hurry up and agree!"

"All right, all right." Meng Buqing took off the pen cap, and helplessly filled out the information on the application form for the speech contest, and said flatly, "If someone says you are petty, you should praise him loudly for being generous and generous." .”

Zuo Xiaoyun smirked, "Remember."

She took away the registration form written by Meng Buqing, and said: "Then you remember to prepare the manuscript carefully. There should be very few people in our School of Science who can pronounce English as beautifully as you. As long as you write the manuscript well, you will definitely be able to get No.1." !"

Meng Buqing pouted: "I just..."

To say that I am too lazy to prepare well.

Thinking of Ji Wan's words again.

If you get the first place, can you casually show it off to her at the dinner table?

Meng Buqing felt that this idea was very similar to that of a primary school student, but his heart beat half a beat faster, the idle energy all over his body dissipated, and even his back straightened.

She asked Zuo Xiaoyun: "Is there any draft paper? I'll write a first draft first."

The teacher who came late came into the classroom and started the class.

Meng Buqing opened the textbook, with a draft paper between them, and a mobile phone next to it to search for information at any time.She only participated in a serious speech contest in elementary school.

After thinking for a long time, I still wrote a step-by-step article on environmental protection that is nothing new, but never wrong.

The content combined the recent news, condemning some unscrupulous traders for using machines to dig shells in the beach, causing all kinds of creatures to be crushed to death. They only cared about the small profits in front of them and killed them all, causing huge damage to the environment.

At the end, it is concluded that this incident has attracted the attention of relevant departments. We look forward to the further improvement of the law and the improvement of human awareness of environmental protection and so on.

It was just a rough draft, but she wrote the whole class seriously.

After finishing writing, show it to Zuo Xiaoyun: "What do you think?"

Zuo Xiaoyun read it carefully and praised her highly: "What you wrote is almost a standard IELTS reading."

"When did you take the IELTS test?" Meng Buqing asked unexpectedly.

"I haven't tested it, I guess it will be very similar."

"..."

Soon, it's the day of the speech contest.

Two people lined up to hand in the manuscript.This is just a small English speech contest in the Faculty of Science. The venue is not too big, and the referees are all professors from this college.

The final draft needs to be reviewed by the members of the student union first, and the number plate has been drawn by lottery before they can enter the venue and prepare.

"Your word count is a bit too much, pay attention to the time and be careful of overtime."

"can."

A few members of the student union sat, just glanced at it roughly, and occasionally gave a few reminders.Put them in quickly one by one.

Just as Meng Buqing came in, the line here suddenly stopped moving.

"Student, isn't your speech...too radical?" The girl wearing black-rimmed glasses raised her head and said softly, "It's best to change some sentences."

Although the tone was soft, the meaning in the words was that it would not be approved.

The boy at the front of the line suddenly turned red: "What do you mean? How do you define me as radical? Don't I have the right to freedom of speech at school?"

For a moment, everyone's eyes came together.

The girl from the student council said something to the person next to her.It seems that he is going to ask the teacher to come over.

This move undoubtedly made the boy even more angry: "Do you have a rule that the topic of the speech cannot be written about environmental protection? Is there a rule that you cannot point out mistakes?"

Also an environmental issue?

Meng Buqing's heart skipped a beat, and he pricked up his ears.

A teacher will come over soon.

He was wearing a black suit, with slightly long black hair, bangs covering part of his forehead casually, and a handsome face with short stubble.He greeted the boy with a light nod, and asked politely, "Can you show me?"

Wait for the boy to agree.

He took the speech with both hands and picked it up to read.It gives people a sense of etiquette and politeness.

"You said that the Chinese use too many chopsticks and the trees are felled in large numbers. This is not right," he said with a kind smile after reading the manuscript back to the boy. "The Japanese also use chopsticks. I can tell you for sure. The vast majority of chopsticks are made of bamboo."

Meng Buqing didn't notice it at first, but when he said a long sentence, he realized that the tone of some words was a bit stiff.

It turned out that the face-to-face professor was Japanese.

I don't know what project it came from.

The boy froze for a moment and said, "Then can I just change this sentence?"

Professor: "Yes."

"This..." the girl from the student union said aloud, "He also wrote a lot, with no logic and a narrow point of view."

"That should be decided by the referee," the professor smiled and said politely, "Let him draw lots to enter."

The girl frowned and did not back down: "For example, he wrote that a large number of precious trees were cut down and distributed to foreign countries as cheap wood. This is a rumor. In fact, one is made of fast-growing trees for chopsticks, and the other is that most of the trees used in China are The wood imported from Japan is then made into chopsticks and exported to Japan.”

The last few sentences, because of the opposing nationalities, are almost provocative.

The Japanese professor still did not change his face: "Oh, is that so? Why don't you write a manuscript to participate in the speech?" He said to the boy again, "It's good to write about environmental protection this time, and you can write about historical issues next time. Many people are against it. There is also a lot of history between China and Japan..."

Meaningful pause.

Everyone was quiet.

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other with something to say in their eyes.

But because the other party was a professor, he only spoke half of what he said, and his tone was humble and polite.There was no stalk exposed that could be grasped.

They were full of opinions but couldn't say anything.

Meng Buqing clenched his fists and was about to speak out.

A light voice came from behind: "Professor Ono is new here, and his Chinese expressions are still a bit inappropriate."

The students immediately moved out of the way.

Meng Buqing turned around and saw a female professor who was called over.She wore a pair of rimless glasses, and she pursed her lips in a cold and indifferent manner: "Chinese is relatively clear, without the sticky half-sentences in Japanese."

Someone nearby said softly, "Professor Tong is here."

"..."

Ono said nothing.

Tong Mingyue stared at him, her facial features were beautiful and elegant, but her whole body had a cold and awe-inspiring temperament:

"Do you want to complete the sentence?"

Ono was silent for a few seconds, then smiled politely and said, "No need, maybe my Chinese is really not good enough."

Tong Mingyue also smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't learn Chinese. Mr. Ono, as a scientific researcher, if you don't have the ability to obtain correct information, it may affect the international competition of the entire team."

This is very casual, like small talk.

Professor Ono's face darkened.

He didn't have the ease with which he faced their students just now. After a long while, he said stiffly: "I have been taught."

After speaking, stride inside.

Zuo Xiaoyun touched Meng Buqing, lowered his voice and asked puzzledly: "Isn't this sentence very polite, gentle and gentle, why does he look like he was beaten to death?"

Meng Buqing guessed, "Maybe he lost some competition with Professor Tong just now. This is a knife that needs to be stabbed in the heart. It is clean and neat. Learn from it."

"Understood." Zuo Xiaoyun stared at him without blinking.

Everyone was expecting Tong Mingyue to say something more.But she turned around and said to the girl from the student union just now: "Xinyue, please work hard and let him correct the obviously inappropriate parts."

"Okay, okay." The girl should be brisk, "If there is no time..."

Tong Mingyue didn't hesitate: "Then you don't have to come in, don't waste other people's time."

She finished explaining.

He was called to take care of other things.

Meng Buqing was clutching his "environmental protection" manuscript, his heart beating fast, not knowing whether this episode was good or bad for him.

Queue her soon.

The girl named Xinyue finished reading, raised her face and smiled and said, "You wrote very well, let's work hard on the speech!"

The little stone hanging in Meng Buqing's heart finally fell to the ground.He smiled happily, made an OK gesture, and then went to the side to take away his number plate.

Enter the arena with Zuo Xiaoyun.

To the left of the small auditorium is an empty classroom.The first people to go in are in twos and threes, either adjusting their appearance in front of the mirror, or holding the manuscript and reciting it at last.

Occasionally, I heard a few gossips: "Did you see the way Professor Tong hates that Ono?"

"I saw it, I saw it!"

"As expected of Professor Tong..."

Meng Buqing listened with pricked ears, also very excited.

She likes the indifferent look of a talented, gentle woman.

Thinking of this, Ji Wan's face suddenly flashed across his mind.Ji Wan is also full of knowledge, and also wears glasses...and sometimes disagrees with her.

But the way she taught herself to play go and read ancient books was gentle and gentle.

Meng Buqing pursed her lips and frowned, trying to make Ji Wan think badly.

It's good to dispel the faint throbbing in my heart.

Zuo Xiaoyun was so nervous that he didn't want to read the speech anymore, folded it a few times and stuffed it into his pocket, and said without words: "You know that Professor Tong seems to be an associate professor at the age of 27, and her project..."

After all, she is not in this major, so she couldn't think of the specifics, she just said: "Anyway, it's really, really, really amazing!"

Meng Buqing smiled: "That's great,"

She was a little envious.

People who can have ideals that they love and work hard for them, no matter whether they have gorgeous laurel crowns on their hair or not, seem to be enviable.

because she didn't...

Meng Buqing stared down at his English speech, unable to read the words.

Soon, the formal speech began.

This is a small competition within the academy, like an event, there is no huge audience underneath.Even so, Zuo Xiaoyun was still trembling nervously.

Meng Buqing kept talking with her to ease her emotions.

Zuo Xiaoyun went on stage first, and stumbled a little at the beginning. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and then recited the manuscript in one breath.Although the level is not high, it can be considered a satisfactory completion.

Meng Buqing, who was hiding behind the scenes, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally Meng Buqing's turn.

The private school she attended as a child had speech classes every Wednesday.

Although the time has passed and the content has been almost forgotten, standing in front of the stage, some basic stance and expression management, language pauses, are still much better than others.

Plus a standard natural American accent.

As soon as Meng Buqing left the stage, Zuo Xiaoyun came over and pulled her, blushing with excitement: "You are stable, you must be the first! I can guarantee it!"

Meng Buqing yawned: "Bet?"

"Okay, I bet you are number one, if so... You can accompany me to the supermarket later."

"Not what to do?"

Zuo Xiaoyun: "How could it not be! Don't talk nonsense!"

Meng Buqing: "..."

After the whole game.

A teacher whom he didn't know stood up, solemnly congratulated all the contestants for their successful completion of the competition, and then took turns to comment a few words.Results will be posted soon.

Meng Buqing is indeed No.1.

She came to the stage to accept the award and received a certificate of honor and a certificate of merit.Scanning the judges below, he didn't see Professor Tong Mingyue again.

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The supermarket that Zuo Xiaoyun wanted to go to was three kilometers away from the school. It was very close, but it was a long walk.Meng Buqing wanted to call a car, but was stopped:

"It's just a little way, let's go by bicycle."

There are shared bicycles available next to it.

Meng Buqing had no objection: "OK."

Two people scan the code, take out the shared bicycle and ride in the direction of the supermarket.

After turning right, the bus stop is on the left and the sidewalk is on the right.Meng Buqing was riding normally, when suddenly a little girl ran over to chase the bus.

She's a little careless.

Meng Buqing had no choice but to brake, but when she pressed it, she found that the brake was very loose and she couldn't stop at all.In desperation, he could only use friction to stop while propping his feet on the ground, while turning the direction.

It narrowly passed without hitting anyone.

But her bicycle rode straight onto the sidewalk next to it, and fell into the clods of camphor trees.Press on your body.

"..."

Zuo Xiaoyun hurried on: "It's all right!"

"It's okay," Meng Buqing stood up, looking at the scraped elbows that were propped on the ground, "it's okay, just keep riding."

Thought it was just a sideshow.

At the destination, Meng Buqing got out of the car and suddenly found that the ankle of his right leg was swollen.She took a deep breath and said with restraint: "Go and return the car, I'll stand and take it easy."

"Okay," Zuo Xiaoyun was afraid that something might happen to her, so he hurried to return the car, and said when he came back, "Otherwise, don't go shopping in the supermarket, there's nothing to do, let's have a meal and go back."

Meng Buqing tried to walk a few steps, but when he moved his ankle, it hurt.

She broke out in a cold sweat, knowing in her heart that it was already a sprain.But it is not serious, in order not to let Zuo Xiaoyun