Chapter 64 Paper
After several days of intense debugging and polishing to ensure that my graduation project program ran stably and correctly, I made an appointment with my instructor for the final demonstration.
The process went smoothly. Looking at the interface that ran smoothly and produced results that met expectations, the instructor rarely smiled approvingly and praised the student's "clear thinking" and "good degree of completion."
A big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
Just as I was packing up and about to leave, a guy from the same group who was slower in progress and usually quiet came over with an embarrassed look on his face. "Chen Rui, um... can I ask you something? Regarding the data feedback delay issue with the lower computer, how did you solve it? I've been stuck here for a long time..."
He asked very specific questions and it was indeed a technical difficulty.
I was about to explain in detail when a guy next to me, who was usually a bit sarcastic and self-righteous, suddenly interrupted with a tone of obvious sourness and sarcasm:
"Oh, Wang Hao, aren't you making things difficult for Chen Rui? He has a partner who's helping him with his graduation project. If you ask him about the technical details, how can he explain them clearly? I guess he doesn't even understand them himself."
I was stunned for a moment, and a surge of anger rushed to my head.
The boy named Wang Hao also looked embarrassed and apologetic, and quickly waved his hands: "No... no... I..."
I took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to curse immediately, stood up, and looked at the sarcastic boy with a calm but powerful gaze.
At that moment, Lin Yan's usual calm yet slightly oppressive aura flashed through my mind.
"If you insist on believing that," I said, my voice soft but remarkably clear in the quiet lab, with a calmness and strength I hadn't expected. "I can't help it. I don't need to, and I have no obligation to, prove to you who actually did this thesis. My supervisor has approved of my work, and that's all that matters."
After I finished speaking, I felt my heart pounding, but my back remained straight. Hmm, very much like Lin Yan's "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you" style!
"...Heh, is it so hard to admit that someone helped you? With such a big support, you should just be happy about it. Why are you pretending to be independent? So what's so great about your fast progress?"
The boy obviously didn't expect me to respond so directly. He was embarrassed and continued to be stubborn.
"What are you arguing about?" The instructor's voice suddenly rang out. He had returned without us noticing and was looking at us with a frown. "I just listened to Chen Rui's explanation and answers to questions. His train of thought was very clear. It's obvious he did it himself. Wang Hao, if you have any questions, ask them directly. Don't talk about useless things! Just focus on your own work!"
The instructor turned to me and said in a gentle tone, "Chen Rui, you can start writing your thesis now."
A warm current instantly surged into my heart, dispelling the previous depression and anger.
I nodded vigorously, my voice filled with gratitude: "Okay, teacher! I understand!"
As he packed up and walked out of the lab, Wang Hao caught up with him, a look of sincere apology and a hint of admiration on his face: "Student Chen Rui, I'm sorry for what happened just now! And thank you for not arguing with him. I...I believe you did it yourself!"
He pulled out his phone and said shyly, "Um... can you add me on WeChat? If I run into any problems while writing my paper or debugging, I... can I ask you for help?"
Seeing his sincere eyes, the frost on my face melted away. Although it was unpleasant to be questioned like that, it still felt good to have the trust of teachers and classmates.
I smiled and said, "It's okay, don't take it to heart. He's just like that, he got carried away after getting into graduate school. It's okay to add me on WeChat, we can discuss anything." I scanned his QR code.
Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and added, "Actually, I think you're amazing! You got into such a great school! Seriously!"
I felt a little embarrassed by his praise and scratched my head: "Oh, you can't compare us like that. Everyone has their own path."
Thinking of the episode just now, I suddenly smiled mischievously and lowered my voice: "But... what he said about me also proves from the side that my boyfriend is really amazing, right? Hehe." After saying that, I laughed first.
Wang Hao was also amused by me, and the atmosphere became relaxed.
When I got home, I couldn't wait to tell Lin Yan about the "turmoil" in the laboratory in vivid detail, focusing on the highlight moment of how I was "possessed by Lin Yan" and fought back calmly.
Lin Yan listened, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a familiar light flashed in his eyes.
My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately became alert: "Hey! Lin Yan! Don't do anything rash! It's not a big deal! And," I quickly added, a smile on my face, "see, there are still many good people in this world! My instructor is very perceptive, and classmate Wang Hao trusts me too. This feeling... is pretty good!"
Lin Yan looked at me nervously and trying hard to comfort him, laughed, and ruffled my hair: "That's because you are good enough and have done well enough to win their trust. You achieved it through your own efforts, that's a fact."
"Right!" I nodded vigorously, unable to resist feeling proud. "You don't know, when I refuted him, I felt like I had an aura of 280 meters! I didn't even curse! Isn't that very typical of you?"
Lin Yan raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to me, his eyes full of teasing and doting: "Well, what is this called? Husband sings and husband follows?"
The four words "husband sings and husband follows" seemed to carry an electric current, instantly making me red from my ears to my neck.
I pushed him away and scolded him, "What are you talking about? You're talking like an old married couple!" But I felt inexplicably sweet in my heart.
Later, I vaguely heard that the sarcastic boy lost out on the first-class scholarship because of some "minor flaws in academic norms" (it was said that he was anonymously reported for not recording the experimental data rigorously enough).
I glanced at Lin Yan, who was reading a book calmly next to me. He didn't even lift his eyelids.
Well… although the means are a bit… but the result… ahem, it’s none of my business anyway! I happily opened the Word document and began to conceive my graduation thesis.
This graduation thesis is even more tiring than the graduation project itself!
Especially for someone like me whose ability to express himself has always been at the "Goblin" level, it is extremely difficult.
Technical content? Fortunately, after all, I figured it out bit by bit by myself, so I have a clear understanding of the principles, steps, and results.
But how do you turn this into logically clear, well-written, and academically sound text? Do you have to repeatedly screenshot, paste, and adjust the format?
I felt like I was forced to become a Word master in just a few days:
"Holy crap! Why can't I delete this header?!"
“How do I generate a table of contents? Why don’t the page numbers match?!”
“How do I update the reference number automatically?!”
“Why does this chart title keep going off track?!”
"What the hell is a section break?! Why is the next page suddenly horizontal?!"
Every day, I'm staring at the screen, either typing, wrestling with formatting, or frantically searching Baidu for "How to XXX in Word." The draft file version number on my desktop has skyrocketed from "V1.0" to "V1.0_Final_I'll never change it_The last revision_Any changes will be a dud."
Lin Yan had already submitted his beautifully written paper. At this moment, he was leaning leisurely on the sofa and reading a book. Occasionally, he glanced at my ferocious expression as I was struggling with Word, with a hint of a provocative smile on the corner of his mouth.
Finally, when I was once again going crazy because of an inexplicable formatting problem, he put down the book, walked over slowly, leaned close to the screen, and sprayed his warm breath behind my ear: "Ruirui, here... Actually, you can set it up like this..."
"Ah! It's so annoying! Stop making trouble!" I was so anxious that I subconsciously kicked the leg of the stool he was sitting on without thinking.
The stool was kicked and slid backwards.
Lin Yan: “…”
He raised his eyebrows and his expression changed instantly.
The usual gentleness there was replaced by an extremely aggressive light that was full of playfulness and desire to conquer.
Not only was he not angry, but he seemed to be aroused by my "resistance".
"You're quite brave, Teacher Chen?" He chuckled softly, with a dangerous aura, and suddenly reached out to grab my wrist.
"Hey! Lin Yan! I haven't saved my thesis yet..." Before I could finish my exclamation, I was pulled up from my chair by an irresistible force. I felt dizzy and my back hit the cold computer desk!
"Where is the save button? Huh?" Lin Yan's voice sounded close to my ear, carrying with it a burning airflow and a hint of teasing.
He stretched out his arm and pressed Ctrl+S accurately.
"Done," he whispered with satisfaction, and then completely silenced my protests.
The computer screen was dimly lit, reflecting the overlapping figures on the desktop.
My last bit of struggling consciousness completely dissipated with the slight "click" sound (psychological effect) of successfully saving the document and Lin Yan's hot kiss, and I fell into a surging river of love dominated by him.
"Baby... you seem to be... becoming more and more sensitive..." Lin Yan's low and hoarse voice was bewitching, but his movements were strong and full of possessiveness. "This time... I can even use only the back..."
"Shut...shut up!" I was so embarrassed that I wanted to bury my face in the table. My voice was broken, but my body honestly gave the most enthusiastic response under his precise control.
Later, when I finally fell from the clouds and climbed up with my body sore to check my "ravaged" thesis document, I was horrified to find that there were several lines of meaningless garbled characters mixed in it!
"What the hell?! What the hell is this?! Urban legend?! The document was hijacked by aliens?!" I was so scared that my hair stood on end.
Lin Yan came over to take a look, coughed lightly, and his eyes were vague: "Ahem... maybe... I accidentally pressed the keyboard just now?"
He quickly helped me delete it and checked other places to confirm that everything was correct.
Me: “…” Okay, I can barely accept this explanation (not by a long shot)!
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