Chapter 5 Course Selection Bias

"You really don't know?" Meng Tang looked at Wei Chuan with an indescribable look.

"Know what?" Wei Chuan looked confused.

Meng Tang: "...Don't you know that Xie Lingyin and I are roommates?"

"...You and Xie Lingyin are roommates?" Wei Chuan said, as if he had seen a ghost. "Aren't you in the sculpture department?"

Meng Tang: "Due to the dormitory resource allocation, I ended up sharing a dormitory with the Oil Painting Department."

Wei Chuan: “…”

So... he and Meng Tang fell in love with each other's roommates?

"It really is..." Wei Chuan laughed suddenly, "What a special fate."

After a moment of silence, Meng Tang also laughed.

"Am I a fucking fool?" Wei Chuan laughed at himself and said, "Why haven't I seen you before?"

Meng Tang: "I have different courses from the other three, so we spend very little time together."

That’s right, Wei Chuan was also very tired from training, and he paid attention to Xie Lingyin, which was completely because the boys on the school team liked to discuss it.

After all, she is the school belle.

I took a glimpse of her last year and she looked pure and sweet, which was exactly what he liked.

However, he had never been in a relationship and didn't have time, so he kept putting off confessing his feelings.

Meng Tang got Wei Chuan's secret and felt completely at ease.

There is an independent drawing area in the studio. Meng Tang lay on the long table, his mind moved, and he picked up a pencil to start drafting.

Wei Chuan is tall, and the word "protect" comes to her mind.

The theme was decided in a flash of inspiration.

One afternoon, Meng Tang didn't even raise his head. When he looked up, it was already dark.

She moved her stiff neck and took out her cell phone, only to find that it was almost out of battery.

She took photos of the design drafts one by one and planned to send them to Wei Chuan, but found that he had pushed Xu Heqing's WeChat to her.

Meng Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he fell into silent struggle as he looked at Xu Heqing's back and profile picture.

Clicking on the personal business card, Meng Tang hesitated between adding it and not adding it.

The phone has 1% battery left.

Someone next to him stood up, causing the tables and chairs to creak. Meng Tang's hand trembled as he added the person to his address book.

The cell phone was turned off. Meng Tang stuck out his tongue guiltily and stood up to pack his things in a hurry.

It was already seven o'clock when she returned to the dormitory. Shi Lan rushed over to her when she saw her: "There are still people who can turn off their phones these days. I really admire you."

Meng Tang sneered: "You called me?"

"What's going on between you and Xie Lingyin? I can't get through to you on both calls. Did you know that the course registration system opens at midnight tonight?"

"Sorry, I forgot." Meng Tang frowned.

Their dormitory remembered the wrong date during the preliminary selection period this year and missed it. This time of make-up selection is during the peak period for course withdrawals and is also the golden time to grab missed opportunities.

Students majoring in the arts are naturally exempt from taking elective arts courses. In this case, they will need to choose other courses, such as physical education and social sciences.

Meng Tang had long been interested in Ba Duan Jin and had no interest in basketball.

She charged her phone, Xie Lingyin pushed the door open, and Shi Lan said the same thing.

Xie Lingyin plopped down on the stool next to Meng Tang and asked casually, "Meng Tang, what's your choice?"

Meng Tang flicked the tumbler on the table and said, "I choose Ba Duan Jin."

Xie Lingyin laughed: "It suits your personality, slow and unhurried."

Thinking that Wei Chuan liked Xie Lingyin, Meng Tang also asked her.

Xie Lingyin said, "Whatever, anything is fine."

It was still early, so Meng Tang went to take a shower first. Even though her cell phone was turned on, she didn't dare to look at it.

She didn't know whether Xu Heqing passed.

After taking a shower and blowing her hair, she had no reason to escape, not to mention that she had to send the design drawings to Wei Chuan.

Meng Tang leaned over the table and opened WeChat.

Xu Heqing refused.

His back collapsed instantly, and a terrible sense of loss swept over his body. Meng Tang felt like a clown.

All the chat openings that I had imagined in my mind were like bubbles that were about to burst.

Meng Tang pursed his lips, pretending not to care, and sent the design drawings to Wei Chuan.

Wei Chuan returned to the dormitory early for the elective course tonight. When he saw Meng Tang's design drawings, he couldn't help but marvel at her speed.

Meng Tang received an emoticon package that said "You are so fast."

But the next second, Wei Chuan withdrew it again.

It was an emoticon package that the boys used to tease each other. It was a bit vulgar, and he sent it without thinking.

Meng Tang didn't think much about it, just asked a question.

Wei Chuan: [I didn't expect you to be so fast.]

The three views and annotations clearly express Meng Tang’s design theme, with precise and coordinated proportions and smooth and elegant lines.

She marked all the changes in the side shape, the architectural layout from above, the structure and details without any ambiguity.

Even though Wei Chuan didn't understand, he deeply admired her efforts this afternoon.

Wei Chuan felt that he had made a lot of money.

He sent Meng Tang a series of emoticons including "I bow down to you", "Boss", and "Awesome".

Meng Tang smiled. The sense of accomplishment of having his craftsmanship recognized strangely soothed the loss and embarrassment of being rejected by Xu Heqing.

Meng Tang slowly exhaled and replied, "If you are satisfied, I will make a rough draft."

[Satisfied, one hundred satisfied, how much does it cost? ]

【No rush, let’s do it first. 】

Since she said so, Wei Chuan was no longer in a hurry. He would not default on his debt.

A few hours passed in a flash, and at 11:55, Yang Ke reminded him.

Meng Tang logged into the system with his student ID and waited quietly.

Yang Ke's eyes blazed with anger: "I must grab the yoga class!"

Shi Lan: "It depends on your hand speed."

Meng Tang smiled and hoped that they would get what they wanted.

At twelve o'clock, the only sound in the dormitory was the clicking of the mouse.

"Oh my god, fuck you." Yang Ke screamed to the sky.

Meng Tang also kept refreshing the page, and due to the tense atmosphere in the dormitory, he became a little anxious.

Yang Ke threw the mouse down and laughed out loud: "Got it, got it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Tang's page was refreshed successfully. She hurriedly selected "Eight-Section Brocade". After successfully checking it, she stared at the page with sparkling eyes.

Thirty seconds later, the page flashed. Meng Tang stared at the words "Course Selection Successful" and fell silent, his eyes becoming dim.

Basketball beginner class, Thursday afternoon 7-8 periods, Court 1 of the East District Basketball Hall.

Meng Tang banged his head on the table and stomped his feet on the ground twice.

The system lag caused her choice to be slightly off.

Xie Lingyin was stunned by her action. She stood up and walked behind her, almost unable to hold back her laughter.

She climbed onto Meng Tang's shoulders and whispered, "I heard there are credit assignments, and there will be sports trainees serving as assistant coaches."

"Fuck, Yoga is gone. Did you guys get it?" Shi Lan's broken computer was still loading.

Yang Ke said, "Yoga is over, let's choose basketball."

This was Shi Lan's second choice. She quickly checked it and submitted it, and got the same result as Meng Tang.

Xie Lingyin is also a yoga practitioner.

When Shi Lan heard that there would be an athlete as an assistant coach, she was extremely happy.

"Meng Tang, let's go to class together." Shi Lan was very happy. "It's like having a companion."

Meng Tang thought: This is the only consolation.

Classes will start this Thursday, and Meng Tang prays that the teacher won’t be too harsh because she is an idiot at sports.

After two classes on Thursday afternoon, Shi Lan ran excitedly to the sculpture department to join her for class.

When he saw the teaching assistant, Meng Tang was dumbfounded. How could it be Wei Chuan?

During the preparation period for the grassroots competition, he shouldn't be assigned this kind of teaching task anyway, right?