Chapter 19 019 Trash Can Exercises

Zhu Jiaren waved her hands, she was temporarily in low spirits, "We have joined, just create a group."

Tang Ming created the group study group.

On the right.

The four people in Ren Wanxuan's group were discussing where to go for dinner in the evening.

The sound was not loud, but it was very obvious in the quiet lecture hall.

Zhu Jiaren looked at their group with some envy, and then whispered, "They went to Wanhe Building for dinner. Hey, do you know Wanhe Building? It's a membership system."

Tang Ming nodded, he lowered his voice, "Except for the students in Class 8, no one else should have been there, right?"

Ning Xiao and Bai Shi didn't say anything.

No response.

Zhu Jiaren looked at the two people, a silent and gloomy academic master, and a poor student with a score of 85. It seems that the family environment of these two people is very ordinary. They probably have never heard of Wanhe Building.

She understood, but it was inevitable that she became more depressed.

Bai Xi didn't pay attention to other people. She just took out her mobile phone and opened WeChat.

Teacher Jiang: [It's raining]

Bai Xi looked up at the window and saw that it was drizzling outside.

She looked at the rain outside and was stunned for a long time.

Then she slowly lowered her head and sent a message to Jiang Fuli.

Bai Xi: [Can I show the questions you gave me last night to a few of my classmates? ]

**

In the CRFS laboratory, Jiang Fuli looked at the data output on the computer.

The temperature in the laboratory was low. He was wearing a black windbreaker, holding a pen between his cold white index and middle fingers, pointing to the graph on the projection, and slowly analyzing to the team members: "This is the missing energy data detected by the LIW detector before. Red, yellow and green are possible single gamma background events. Almost no WIWP was found..."

The other team members listened to his analysis carefully.

Occasionally he asked a few questions, and they could roughly answer them.

The team members suddenly became much less worried. Jiang Fuli nodded slightly. He sat down, raised his head and took off his glasses. "He Wen, I have also sent your paper to Academician Ma. Pay attention to your inbox."

He leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows were cold, one leg was lazily propped up, and he was turning his mobile phone in his hand. His arrogance distinguished him from the other people in the laboratory.

It is very much like the snow lotus that blooms alone on the top of a snowy mountain, noble and cold, and strangers should stay away from it.

He Wen pressed the recorder, very moved, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang!"

Their team members are different from those in other laboratories. They only need to do their research with peace of mind and never worry about someone snatching their first authorship rights in the paper.

They can put their names on the back of Jiang Fuli's papers.

Although their contribution to the paper may be just to help print it...

In addition, Jiang Fuli will help them find various industry experts to revise the paper.

He Wen will always remember that during his graduation defense last year, Jiang Fuli sat there with a mobile phone and listened in.

The old professor who had been making things difficult for him didn't dare to say a word until the end. Other professors only asked questions as difficult as "What did you eat today?" He Wen, who thought he would not graduate, not only graduated successfully, but was also introduced to Jiang Fuli 's laboratory by Academician Ma.

He understood why everyone was trying so hard to get into Jiang Fuli's laboratory.

Jiang Fuli turned to the next lab report, raised his head, looked at a team member, and said coldly: "Did I not explain it clearly? In your lab report, I couldn't tell what you were writing at the first glance, and I couldn't tell what you were writing at every other glance."

"May I ask what mental state you were in when you wrote it?"

The team member trembled: "... Sorry... Sorry."

The others lowered their heads and took a step back.

To avoid being implicated.

Jiang Fuli stopped at the last page and said coldly: "The instructor also added my name, are you going to slander me?"

The phone lit up.

A message popped up on the screen -

Student Bai: [Can I show the questions you gave me last night to a few of my classmates?]

Jiang Fuli paused.

He leaned to the side, tapping the phone slowly with his slender white fingertips. After pondering for a while, he said to the team member: "Rewrite it."

Jiang Fuli looked at the time, replied to a message, and stood up to leave the laboratory -

[OK]

The team members who thought they would experience a bloody storm but were treated gently suddenly felt a sense of fantasy.

He Wen held his glasses again and spoke, "Something is wrong."

The rest of the people nodded.

Another minute passed, and the team member who felt like he was reborn reached out to pinch He Wen's neck, "Ah, He Wen! Your image in my eyes is completely ruined! How can there be someone like you on the Beijing University Honor Roll!"

He Wen quickly said, "I bought a recorder for each of you, and it will be mailed soon, don't hit me............"

"He, you great talent, you secretly recorded and shocked everyone?!" "

...Then don't hit me in the face either...Ah!"

"..."

**

Bai Xi always listened to the teacher. When the teacher mentioned the mutual aid group, she went to ask Jiang Fuli.

After getting Jiang Fuli's permission, she put her phone back into the desk hole, and copied three copies of the questions Jiang Fuli gave her, and distributed them to the other three people in the group.

Ning Xiao in front looked at her and reached out to take it.

Tang Ming took it and looked at it. He was surprised. He had never seen such neat handwriting in his life. He gave her a thumbs up, "Your handwriting is very neat."

Zhu Jiaren also took the question, "Thank you, but what is this?"

"A question," Bai Xi looked out the window, not knowing what she was thinking. When she heard the sound, she reacted and put away her pen, "It has a great comprehensive strength. Someone gave it to me. It is very helpful for physics. You can do more if you have nothing to do. I will give you the answer tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, I will look at it." Tang Ming stared at the question, a magnetic field question.

But there were a lot of contents involved, and he was a little dizzy.

After reading for twenty minutes, he still didn't understand much.

So he temporarily tucked it into the book and put it aside.

Half an hour passed quickly, but tonight many people in the mutual aid group did not leave on time.

In front, Ning Xiao threw aside the questions given by the teacher and kept studying the question that Bai Di gave him.

Bai Di saw someone leaving and also left the lecture hall with his backpack.

Ning Xiao didn't pack his things and was still studying the question that Bai Di gave him.

On the right, Ren Wanxuan packed her things.

"My mother has already reserved a seat," she stood up and said to the others, "Let's go first." She

immediately won cheers.

The other mutual aid groups could only look at them with envy.

Zhu Jiaren lay there without leaving. She stared at Ren Wanxuan and the others until they left through the back door.

"Oh." Zhu Jiaren let out a long sigh.

Tang Ming lived on campus and was not in a hurry to go back. He took a screenshot of Bai Shi's profile picture and showed it to his roommates in the dormitory group -

[I swear, she really didn't post it on WeChat Moments! ]

[I took a sneak shot of her, so wouldn't I be a pervert? ]

Zhu Jiaren pouted at Tang Ming's worthless look, and couldn't help packing up her things and preparing to go back to the dormitory.

**

Bai Shi stood at the entrance of the stairs of the comprehensive building.

The rain was heavy, covering the sky and the ground like a net washing over the entire campus. The already dim school was covered by rain mist, becoming even more hazy.

There were almost no people on the road, and it seemed that she was the only one in the empty sky and earth.

There was only the sound of rain all around. Bai Xi stared at the continuous rain and began to think again. She should have died in Xiangcheng a long time ago. Now it was just a pipedream of her life in Xiangcheng.

Bai Xi stood at the stairs of the comprehensive building.

A dull voice came through the rain: "What are you doing?"

Bai Xi raised her head and saw Jiang Fuli standing on the other side of the stairs.

He was tall and slender, wearing a coat that reached his knees. His pale but powerful right hand held a black umbrella. He was not in a hurry under the rain. He gracefully tilted the umbrella forward. "Is your phone muted?"

Jiang Fuli shook his phone, and his slightly raised eyebrows were less cold.

"Why are you here?" Bai Fuli slowly came back to his senses, touched his pocket leisurely, and then looked up: "I seem to have forgotten my phone in the lecture hall."

Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows and handed the umbrella to Bai Fuli, "Where is your cram school?"

Bai Fuli took the umbrella, she stood on the steps through the rain, her eyebrows and eyes were lazy, and her dark pupils reflected the light of the street lamps outside: "The last lecture hall on the right side of the first floor, the first seat in the fourth row on the left."

Jiang Fuli entered the comprehensive building.

Because there are students here for cram school at night, the lights on the first floor of the comprehensive building are all on.

He is tall, and his delicate features are as noble and indifferent as ever. Ren Wanxuan and others almost saw him at first sight.

The most eye-catching thing about Jiang Fuli is not his outstanding facial features, but the dignity that emanates from his bones. Even if he is just walking there, his aloof aura makes it difficult for people to approach him.

He walked past Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhe calmly, his fair face was full of sternness, and the corners of his clothes were almost frosty. He

did not even spare a glance for them.

Zhu Jiaren, who had just walked out of the classroom, also saw him and paused.

"Who is that?" Ren Wanxuan and others looked at Jiang Fuli's back and discussed in a low voice.

Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhe looked at each other and shook their heads, but they both guessed that he was not from Xiangcheng. With such a noble temperament, Xiangcheng really couldn't produce such a person.

As soon as they went out, the Ren family's business car stopped at the entrance of the complex building.

Because they were going to have dinner together, it was the driver of the Ren family who picked her up. The driver glanced at Bai Di who was squatting in front of the stairs, and asked Ren Wanxuan while looking in the rearview mirror: "Grandpa said that you should bring Miss Bai with you when you have dinner."

"Your grandfather..." Chen Zhuo withdrew his gaze from Bai Di with no interest.

He heard from Ren Wanxuan that Bai Di's invitation letter was obtained accidentally, which was a one in a billion chance of luck.

Ren Wanxuan became irritable for no reason when she heard the word "Bai Di". She said with a cold face, "Don't worry about her, drive the car."

She directly asked the driver to drive away.

Chen Zhuo didn't mention her again.

Inside the complex building, Jiang Fuli found the last report room.

There were only a few people left in the lecture hall, and most of the lights were turned off when he went in.

Jiang Fuli found Bai Xi's seat, and sure enough, he saw the Huami phone she left behind in the hole in the desk. There was a boy working on a homework assignment at the table in front of him, and he raised his eyebrows.

He could tell at a glance that it was his assignment, and the boy hasn't finished it yet.

He's even dumber than Jiang Xijue.

Jiang Fuli retracted his gaze and commented lightly.

He took the phone and walked out. When he passed by the trash can, he seemed to see something in his peripheral vision, and Jiang Fuli stopped and stopped next to the trash can. There

was very little trash in the trash can.

He looked down and saw a ball of paper thrown in it at random.

Jiang Fuli turned his back to the light, lowered his eyes, and hid his whole face in the shadows, his already cold expression became even more stern.

He bent down and picked up the paper from the trash can. His bony fingers slowly spread out the paper. The handwriting was very well-behaved and regular, and the white handwriting was the topic he wrote to her last night.

At this time, it was thrown into the trash can without any care.

Good night (from the same cold face of Xiao Jiang who didn't draw any peripherals.jpg)