Chapter 3: chapter3

chapter3
On the afternoon before the start of the semester, a freshman conference was held in the college.
In the large staircase classroom, there are two rows of girls in front of them, and the back of them is full of boys.
The conference hadn't started yet, whispers in the classroom.
Du Ruo listened carefully to the students around him. It ’s all new, and chat is just a few words:
"Which specialty are you from?"
"Which province are you from?"
"How many girls in your class?"
She paid particular attention to the dress and dress of the girls, not much different from high school, short hair, ponytail; shirts, t-shirts; jeans, cloth pants.
Without deliberately dressing up the book, the book was very angry.
Schoolgirls in science and engineering looked less unexpected, at least when they first entered school.
This should be put in Jingming's eyes, it is estimated to be rustic.
She could imagine Jingming's face effortlessly--looking expressionless, but the corner of her mouth picked out an unobtrusive arc, as if she were a ridiculous clown; her eyes flashed a slight mockery, and she could easily scorn Into the dust.
She was really scared of him, maybe-hate it.
He hated his unjustified disgust for her.
Du Ruo looked at the girls around, and then looked at herself. It was not unusual for a clean white t-shirt and jeans to sit among the classmates.
She sighed a little, and then inadvertently swept around. The boy's face was also green and young, and his dress was full of high school students. Everyone is the same, they are ordinary students, and they are not garbled.
But the next second, her eyes were drawn involuntarily. It was because that person was too noticeable.
Jing Ming came in through the back door of the classroom.
He is tall and has white skin. It was also a white shirt. The white color of his clothes was several degrees whiter than that of everyone else in the classroom.
Du Ruo then saw that everyone's white clothes were divided into gray, milky white, off-white, yellow white, old white and other countless kinds of white.
This time, the girls around her also followed her unconsciously, gradually forming a goose flock effect, and the house goose one after another turned around one after another.
Jing Ming's looks are exquisite, and he raises his hands to cast an indescribable splendor, but he does not know the temperament. He is loose and proud, without the restraint and shyness of a freshman.
He was playing with his mobile phone in one hand, his hands in his trouser pockets, and he stepped on the steps of the back door. He stopped for a moment and sent a text message. The expression is not very good, frowning, the mouth made a silent "I fuck" mouth shape. After sending the hair, he raised his eyes unhappyly, and the students who saw the classroom were looking at himself quietly.
He stood high, like a mud potato looking at a classroom. Dark eyes quickly swept around in the classroom and found three partners in his dormitory. They left him a seat. He tucked his cellphone back into his trouser pocket, and stepped down the stairs displeasingly.
Du Ruo turned back immediately,
That vacant seat is just behind her side!
Her rejection of Jing Ming is deeper than she imagined.
This time I came to Beijing to study, originally with joy and hope. As a result, Jing Ming was hit by the head on the first night in Beijing. She was a poor relative who came from the countryside to eat rice. In his mean eyes, she was not even a poor relative, beggar.
Her sense of superiority in a well-known university in her hometown has also disappeared, because Jing Ming, the "sister-in-law", is "special enrollment" with her.
Isn't that the green channel?
Compared with him, she has studied hard over the years as a joke. Maybe that's what he thinks of her, otherwise he won't drag that ghost in front of her.
A shadow flashed behind and fell.
The folding chair was pulled open, and Jing Ming sat down.
"Why are you here so late?"
"Isn't it a five o'clock meeting? I'm not late." Jing Ming's voice was loose and unreasonable.
"That's right." His roommate didn't feel the difference, and smiled. "It's 4.59: 30. I'm not late."
"How boring to sit in the classroom. I'm afraid I won't have time to sit for you after school?"
He chatted behind her, and she was uncomfortable and could not breathe.
At this time, the classroom suddenly quieted down, and several male teachers entered the classroom one after another, with typical engineering men dressed up, polo shirts and trousers.
They look as low-key and easy-going as they are dressed, and are even a bit shy and don't take the initiative to communicate with the students.
Several of them are slightly fat, and they are very kind when walking.
The students looked at them with bright eyes, like chicks waiting to return home looking at the big hen, guessing which one was their own.
The teachers sat down in the first row of vacancies, and in the back of their heads were examined by a bunch of students.
He Huanhuan pushed Du Ruo's arm and whispered, "Guess, which is your class teacher?"
Du Ruo shook his head: "How do I know?"
He Huanhuan snickered: "I don't know."
Du Ruo found a particularly young male teacher sitting at the end of the first row, looking like a student. He had a sober face and looked at the podium thoughtfully.
Qiu Yuchen whispered, "That teacher is too young. I don't want to follow him."
Du Ruo surprised: "Why?"
Qiu Yuchen: "The older are more experienced. Following this teacher, I am afraid they will not learn anything."
Du Ruo wrote "reasonable" on his face, and nodded: "I don't want him."
After speaking, Yu Guang noticed Jingming behind him. Although he didn't look at her, she was startled and straightened her face immediately.
She made up her mind not to turn her head any more, not ten degrees.
The orientation conference is chaired by the Vice President.
The first is the dean's speech, introducing the basic situation, history, current status and future development of the college. He also said some encouraging words to teach students not to forget their mission, to work hard, to innovate, to exercise, to plan the university for four years, to develop in an all-round way, and to contribute to the country.
The freshmen have just passed the baptism of the college entrance examination, and each of them is eager to look forward to the future, and is inspired by these words to be ambitious. The young faces were lit by the light.
Jing Ming did not listen at all. He had been playing with his mobile phone under the table. Gradually, his heart became irritable. Finally, he drew a certain avatar from WeChat, but he was not relieved. Then he called up the address book and blackened the "Min Enzhu" business card.
He fingered the phone and raised his eyelids.
After the dean's speech was finished, the next was the representative of the student, Li Qinghe, a sophomore. It was the young man sitting at the end of the first row that Du Ruo mistakenly regarded as a teacher.
"It's a brother."
Compared with the freshmen under the stage, Li Qinghe has obviously faded from the jerky, and is a mature mature student with a senior degree. He relaxes from speech to smile, and calmly shares his experiences and thoughts during reading and studying with his younger brothers and sisters. experience.
The audience laughed from time to time.
Only in Jing Ming's opinion, he didn't think that Li Qinghe's speech was a little bit of a smile. It was almost the same to fool elementary school students.
He didn't listen any more, and looked down at the phone. He had been blackened, and there was no new information in the phone.
He tilted his eyelid unpleasantly, inadvertently sweeping the girl in front, why ... some ... familiar? Just glanced at, stopped, and moved back one space.
Oh, who is this, Du Ruochun?
Coincidentally, he ran down to his eyelids again.
When sending Ru Ruo to school that day, Jing Ming didn't look straight at her all the way, and her impression stayed at the scene where the train station was picking up people-dirty oily hair, yellow skin, cheap clothes, malnourished body, Sweat and body smell mixed with the smell of train cars.
This time, her hair was washed clean, short ears, fluffy and soft. Perhaps because of lack of nutrition, comes with brownish yellow.
The nickname "Huangmao Girl" fits her well, and he couldn't help laughing.
To his side, her short hair was just behind her ears, small and curvy. The entire neck is exposed under the tail of the brush, which is slender. The fluorescent light in the classroom cheated and lightened her complexion. Can be counted as a beauty effect.
She wore a clean and refreshing t-shirt, and she was like two girls in the station that day.
Jing Ming didn't show much interest, and glanced up and down to see a thread off her t-shirt, exposing a piece of skin the size of a fingernail. He tickled his lower lip again ridiculously.
The ugly duckling is not ugly duckling after washing his hair?
He didn't bother to look at it and took his gaze.
The principals on the podium are still sharing experiences. Ah, nothing in this world is more boring and boring than holding a conference.
He poked at his phone and couldn't play games.
After half a moment, he suddenly thought of something, and after a while, he felt his eyebrows twisted, as if annoyed, and quickly sent a text message with his fingers.
At the beginning, Du Ruo's cell phone rang. The sound is not loud, but it is enough to attract attention.
The classmates around didn't say anything, and the teacher in front looked back.
On the podium, Li Qinghe paused for a second and continued.
Du Ruo was ashamed and red-eared, and hurriedly muted the phone. He saw a text message from Jing Ming:
"Where's the money for your clothes? Corruption?"
Du Ruo had a question mark and did not intend to return. Just when he had installed the phone, the screen turned on again: "Your clothes are torn."
Her scalp exploded and turned to look at him in alarm.
Jing Ming looked intently at the podium without looking at her, like an outsider.
Afraid of being noticed, she quickly turned back, her cheeks were already red. Inexplicably, everyone was watching her, and her eyes penetrated countless holes.
With sweaty palms, she quickly texted and asked, "Where?"
But the other party had not responded to her kindly.
Li Qinghe finished his speech with applause. Put on the speech of the freshman representative.
Du Ruo turned his head carefully to check the shoulders on both sides, no problem, and looked at the sides of his body again.
The right side of the t-shirt was opened and was about one centimeter long. But a little movement will cause a small mouth.
She would be embarrassed and embarrassed if she was unintentionally seen, but she might not be ashamed.
But it seems that this "poor and poor hole" was seen by Jing Ming, and Du Ruo suddenly felt that it was better that one of them should die.