The computer screen shows that the current time is 8 o'clock in the evening.
Wen Qi fell into a state of suffocation.
Wen Qi's tutor is a native British. However, his wife is a professor of East Asian Studies. She is fluent in Chinese and Japanese. She can definitely read this email.
The title of the email also included the name of the Indian senior.
In the body of the email, there were a few scattered English words such as supervisor (mentor), vicious witch (vicious witch), etc.
As long as the Indian senior student copied and pasted the content of the email into the Chinese-English translator on the Internet, she could roughly understand what Wen Qi wanted to express.
Wen Qi had never encountered such a situation.
His face was pale, and as soon as his fingers touched the keyboard, he knocked over the coffee cup, and the warm coffee splashed on his legs. His email notification sound rang again.
He took a quick glance and saw an email from his Indian senior.
The title of the Indian senior’s email was “We o talk”.
We need to talk.
Wen Qi did not reply to the senior.
His soul had left the body. His body remained in the dormitory, but his consciousness had been broken into countless fragments. He was no longer a complete, independent person, he was a broken rag doll.
It was a dark night with heavy rain pouring down. Wen Qi could neither go out to relax nor hide in the dormitory to smoke - every dormitory was equipped with a fire alarm, which would emit a sharp and shrill scream if it detected a little smoke.
Wen Qi took out his cell phone and tried to chat with his undergraduate classmates. He wanted to know how other students would handle this. He started using WeChat, a social media app, last year, and he sent a message to an undergraduate classmate via WeChat: "Hello."
A message popped up on the phone screen: "The other party has turned on friend verification, you are not his friend yet..."
Wen Qi was deleted from his classmates' friend list.
There are a total of seventeen contacts in his WeChat address book.
Now, there are only sixteen left.
He became more and more panicked and immediately pressed the power button.
Outside the window, the rain was pouring down with no sign of abating.
The next day, Wen Qi did not come to the laboratory.
He turned off his phone and stopped replying to any messages, as if he had disappeared from the world.
Most of the students in the research group used the "Chinese-English translator" to read Wen Qi's email. The atmosphere of today's morning meeting was a little awkward. No one took the initiative to mention the incident last night. Aishwarya made two mistakes in a row when making a report.
Aishwarya’s face looked ugly.
She held a marker and wrote a line of formula on a whiteboard.
She turned her back to everyone and suddenly said, "What should I do if the students hate me or don't meet my expectation I wish I had thought of a way to solve that problem before being a supervisor."
Aishwarya's attitude was very sincere.
At this time, their mentor spoke up.
The instructor said that all students in the group will play important roles in their respective fields after graduation. He hopes that everyone can remain patient and he will always be there to help.
In this way, their morning meeting ended in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.
Senior Aishwarya stood up and left. Her figure was projected on a glass door, and the white light from the grille lights poured down from her head, making her back look particularly lonely.
Lin Zhixia quickly called her.
She and Lin Zhixia stood outside the conference room, and Lin Zhixia apologized to her very sincerely.
Lin Zhixia said that the reason why Wen Qi sent the wrong email was because she asked Wen Qi why Aishwarya, who was such a good and smart person, was complained by undergraduates. Lin Zhixia will be a teaching assistant next semester and has never taught foreign students, so she is particularly afraid of making mistakes.
After listening to what Lin Zhixia said, senior Aishwarya didn't seem to be angry with her at all.
Lin Zhixia felt relieved.
However, Aishwarya immediately said that Wen Qi made her very disappointed.
disappointment?
Is the senior sister still angry?
It turns out that Aishwarya is not just angry.
Aishwarya and Lin Zhixia collaborated on a paper. In that paper, there was also some contribution from Wen Qi. Aishwarya simply deleted all of Wen Qi's work and replaced it with another experimental method.
Wen Qi has not appeared in public for a whole week.
Wen Qi sent an email to his tutor, falsely claiming that he was not feeling well and needed to rest at home for a few days. He quietly stayed in his dorm to study his thesis, getting up early and going to bed late, and his learning efficiency was still very high.
During this period, the only person who was willing to chat with him was a young girl he met at a dinner party. Her name was Miao Danyi, who spoke Chinese very well and was very knowledgeable about Chinese culture. Wen Qi could chat with Miao Danyi about ten sentences a day, which was a great improvement for Wen Qi - the chats he had with his parents usually consisted of only one sentence: "I am still alive, and I am learning."
Wen Qi's parents do business in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He has an older brother and an older sister. His parents don't pay much attention to him, and his older brother and sister rarely communicate with him except giving him money.
So, sooner or later, he is destined to get used to living alone.
His peaceful world was broken on Saturday noon.
At noon that day, he first received a WeChat message from Miao Danyi: "Where do you live?"
He didn't reply.
After a while, Miao Danyi said, "I asked someone and I'll come to your house as a guest."
He nearly went crazy.
At half past twelve, WeChat rang again.
This time, Lin Zhixia told him: "Wenqi, you haven't been to the lab building for a week. Your instructor said you were sick, and we are all a little worried about you. How are you? I promised other students to come and see you. Can I bring my boyfriend to visit you? I will bring you some food, I hope you don't mind (I want to bring you a clay pot rice, I remember you often eat clay pot rice at school)."
Wen Qi's eyes were focused on a line of words: The tutor said you were sick, and we are all a little worried about you.
He couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
He had been in the UK for so many years, and had he not managed to get through every illness? He took painkillers when he had a stomachache, and covered himself with a blanket when he had a fever. He slept in a deep, half-asleep, half-awake state, and had to face a cold stove when he woke up.
The weather is very sunny today and Lin Zhixia is in a good mood.
Lin Zhixia held Jiang Yubai's hand and walked with him to Wen Qi's dormitory. Jiang Yubai asked her, "Wen Qi only replied with one word?"
"Yes," Lin Zhixia recounted truthfully, "He said, okay."
Jiang Yubai suggested: "Let's put the plastic bag at his doorstep, and you can just come home with me."
Lin Zhixia took Jiang Yubai's arm and said, "We should say hello to him."
Jiang Yubai held a plastic bag in his right hand. The bag contained a clay pot rice, a plate of chicken wings, a box of strawberries, and a bottle of orange juice that Lin Zhixia bought from the restaurant.
This afternoon, Lin Zhixia went to a restaurant and bought lunch for Wen Qi.
Jiang Yubai had a vague sense of crisis. He knew that Lin Zhixia was kind and gentle by nature. When she was in elementary school, she was very nice to Ding Yan and Dong Sunqi, and she even treated everyone to strawberry candy. The strawberry candy back then was today's lunch, and there was no difference between the two.
What's more, international students are away from home without any relatives or friends, just like a rootless duckweed. It is not easy for everyone, so if they can take care of each other, they can also embody the traditional virtues of "unity and friendship".
Just like that, within a few seconds, Jiang Yubai got rid of his jealousy and convinced his sister. He said calmly, "Wen Qi sent the wrong email. No one in your group mentioned this matter again. It's almost over. If there is a chance, it would be best if he and the senior sister could have a talk."
"Yes, I think so too." Lin Zhixia agreed.
Jiang Yubai stopped there: "You will have to collaborate on a paper in the future."
Speaking of the paper, Lin Zhixia felt troubled: "My senior deleted all of Wen Qi's contributions. It was originally a good thing for Wen Qi that this article could be published in Nature. It was because of my problem that he sent the wrong email."
Jiang Yubai held her palm tightly: "Don't take all the blame on yourself..."
Jiang Yubai paused.
"What's wrong?" Lin Zhixia asked him.
Downstairs in the student dormitory, Jiang Yubai saw Miao Danyi.
This dormitory building is close to the street with a constant stream of pedestrians. Miao Danyi did not realize that Lin Zhixia and Jiang Yubai were nearby.
Wen Qi happened to be wearing a windbreaker and walked out of the main entrance of the building. Wen Qi and Miao Danyi looked very familiar with each other. Miao Danyi jumped up and patted his shoulder, and also helped him to straighten his collar naturally.
He didn't struggle much and just gave in reluctantly.
"Is that his girlfriend?" Lin Zhixia asked.
Jiang Yubai pondered for a moment and responded, "It's hard to say."
"What do you mean?" Lin Zhixia responded very quickly, "Do you know that girl?"
Jiang Yubai was very honest with Lin Zhixia: "She is the girlfriend of one of my classmates."
This was the first time that Lin Zhixia had faced such a situation. She was used to thinking positively. So, Lin Zhixia said calmly, "Maybe she also knew Wen Qi, and was worried about his condition, so she came to see him."
Apart from this, Lin Zhixia did not make any more assumptions.
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