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They also ran into the other three people at the academic affairs office. The group simply nodded and went back to their classrooms with their books.

Zhang Hongmei is extremely sensitive to emotions, and even more so to malice.

Back in the classroom, I nodded to the teacher before finding a seat where few people were sitting.

A faint hint of malice emanated from the classmate next to her. Zhang Hongmei raised an eyebrow. What did that mean?

Zhang Hongmei could understand it, since both sides were at war and it was inevitable that she would be hated and disliked now that she had come here.

Zhang Hongmei felt mostly contempt, which was understandable, but what did it mean to like her?

The first lesson was on the principles of computers. Zhang Hongmei had some prior knowledge of digital computers, having studied them when she was in middle school. Back then, it was still DOS-based, and after reviewing the books, she found this one to be much more detailed.

The professor didn't seem to mind the addition of a foreign student and continued his lecture.

As Zhang Hongmei listened to the teacher's lecture, she frequently underlined in her book and took notes in foreign languages.

After the two-hour class ended, Zhang Hongmei felt that her arms were completely numb. She shook her arms and realized that the professor's teaching speed was too fast.

Because I was listening attentively in class, I didn't pay attention to the behavior of the other students.

But others noticed her. After class, the professor came to Zhang Hongmei's side, picked up her notes, and looked at the key points in the book.

"Very good, keep up the good work. You can come to me if you have any questions." He then left.

Zhang Hongmei stood up, took out the schoolbag she had prepared, and put all her books inside. She didn't want to come back and not be able to find her books.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed towards the restaurant Mr. John had recommended. The school provided lunch. Life here wasn't actually that idyllic; too many people lived in slums. Children under eighteen could eat at school for very little money, and their ability to grow up was directly related to the three meals provided by the school. Some families relied entirely on the school to raise their children.

But things change in college, because you're considered an adult and have to pay for your own meals. Although the school meals are affordable, many people still choose not to eat lunch.

Zhang Hongmei was used to her three meals a day. When she arrived at the restaurant, there was beautiful music playing. People gathered in twos and threes, and everyone's lunch was the same. In Zhang Hongmei's eyes, it was just a meal.

Take out your meal card. Hand it to the staff member, watch them swipe it, and then hand her a tray.

The food here isn't anything special: whole wheat bread, vegetable salad (just lettuce, cucumber, tomato, and purple cabbage), a chicken breast, and a glass of milk.

This amount was far too much for Zhang Hongmei to finish, so she waited.

The first to enter was Cai Peilin. The two nodded to each other, and Cai Peilin sat down opposite Zhang Hongmei with his tray.

The two of them slowly drank their milk while waiting for Zeng Zhongkang and Cheng Guangxu.

The two were ten minutes behind them; they entered the restaurant together. The four sat together, and Zhang Hongmei gave the chicken breast to Cai Peilin, who was too thin and tall, looking like a refugee.

"How are you three doing?" Zhang Hongmei couldn't help but ask.

“I can keep up.”

"We're doing the actual work, and I find it extremely difficult," Cheng Guangxu said with a bitter face.

"We feel the same way, I also think it's too difficult."

"What's the difficulty? Can't you remember the keyboard layout?"

"Yes, I just can't remember the order."

"This is the same sequence as a typewriter, so of course you'll find it difficult since you haven't done it before."

"Then why not do it in order? Wouldn't that be faster?"

"I remember someone saying that this is an anti-human design. It's like a typewriter. If you type too fast, two adjacent key levers will collide and get stuck. So this design reduces typing speed. And it has continued to this day."

There's no other way but to memorize it. Wait a minute, I'll draw the keyboard layout for you. Actually, there are some tricks to memorizing it. You two watch carefully.

Zhang Hongmei handed the whole wheat bread to Zeng Zhongkang. He finished the milk and ate the vegetable salad as well.

He pushed the plate aside, took out paper and pen from his bag, and began to draw while explaining to the two of them.

Both of them are highly intelligent, and through Zhang Hongmei's plain explanation, they immediately had an "aha!" moment.

There was a two-hour break at noon, but male and female students were absolutely not allowed to visit each other's dormitories, so the four of them studied in the cafeteria.

Zeng Zhongkang had experience with typewriters and knew how to use them, so he was very familiar with keyboards.

However, there were other things Zhang Hongmei mentioned that I didn't know.

Class was about to start, but Cheng Guangxu was still eager to continue. "Hongmei, I've decided to shamelessly move into your house. You'll have plenty of time to teach us in the evenings."

"Okay, there are two bicycles, you can be responsible for giving me rides every day."

"Okay. I just think it's too much trouble for you."

Zhang Hongmei rolled her eyes at him. "So you know about social etiquette now? If you did, you should have told Zeng, since you'll need to use his bicycle."

"Thank you, Zeng."

"Need not."

Zhang Hongmei fell silent; she had truly encountered a group of oddballs.

The four of them then went to their respective classrooms.

In the afternoon, Zhang Hongmei taught a practical skills class, which allowed her to practice touch typing, so she was able to keep up with the pace.

All the students in the class were watching this new foreign student, and they were all stunned by her performance. She was as skilled at using the computer as the professor, which was very impressive.

The professor has been keeping an eye on her; this Asian student is truly remarkable.

I deliberately walked up to her and watched her operate the machine; this made it even more intuitive.

Thinking about his current project, he decided to give this Asian female student a chance, but she had to pass her own test first.

Zhang Hongmei was completely focused on following the instructions in the book and the professor's instructions, paying no attention to anything else, so she didn't even notice the professor standing next to her.

Zhang Hongmei didn't put her arm down until two hours later when get out of class ended. She hadn't typed on the keyboard for so long and really missed it.

I rubbed my sore neck and turned it left and right a few times. Then I closed my eyes to relieve the soreness.

The remaining class was a self-study period, but Zhang Hongmei didn't move. She kept reading her book. Actually, there were many parts that didn't match what she had learned. That's true. Although computers have been developed for fifteen years, what she was learning was for fifty years in the future.