She only called me "senior" after she encountered a bug.
"She only called me 'senior' after she encountered a bug."
13.
The heavy particle lab is having a group meeting, and people from other labs are helping to wrap things up.
Xue Xiang, who was far away in Hawaii, didn't hear Ma Yue and the slurping sounds of eating today. After the foreign master's student Niga finished her report, he deliberately teased, "Ma Bao, why didn't I hear you eating your feast today?"
Ma Yue lived close to his home, so he always stayed there. Xue Xiang called him "Ma Bao," which was actually a homonym for "mama's boy."
"We spent all our money last week, so this week we need to be more frugal."
Chongming chuckled softly, not exposing his blatant attempt to cover up his misunderstanding.
In fact, they all knew that Xue Xiang would find out about this sooner or later, but their lab group meetings had always had a harmonious and friendly atmosphere. They could eat and discuss things at the same time, which was similar to a retreat abroad. However, they did not have an off-site meeting, but instead shared weekly progress and insights in the lab.
Chongming would suddenly post a photo of Xue Xiang working out when he was young as a reference in the PPT. When Ma Yuehe was not making progress, he would introduce the latest graphics card performance evaluation. Lan Jian also once added a few strokes to his failed simulation image and drew it in the style of Picasso, which was praised by Xue Xiang.
The group meeting was designed to be quick and efficient. After Ma Yuehe finished reading the report, Xue Xiangbi, who was in the lab, was even more eager to log off than the others—he had joined the meeting in the middle of playing beach volleyball.
After Xue Xiang left, Ma Yue sent a message to a group chat, and within three minutes, people started arriving with hot pot ingredients. To express his gratitude for everyone's unity and generosity, Guan Shaoxiao invited everyone to have hot pot together.
So everyone who had a pot washed it, those with free time bought groceries, and those who knew how to eat made a menu.
After the commotion downstairs, things got even more lively upstairs.
The Xue family's place is the most suitable for having hot pot.
The main equipment in the heavy particle lab is computers. Each student has one and it is placed at their seat. The students' seats are against the wall, concentrated on the left and right walls after entering the room. The empty space in the middle is a conference table with two large tables. One table holds an unused computer, and the other is empty and holds a projector.
Let's pull out the long table where the projector is placed a bit more; it can seat fifteen or sixteen people at the same time.
The nuclear research institute doesn't need to worry about power consumption restrictions; it can cook three hot pots at the same time without any problems.
The lab hadn't been this lively in a long time. Lan Jian, Ma Yue, and Dong Xun were running around, looking busy yet happy.
The two junior students, Wen Chu and Nie Mumu, were actually meeting Lan Jian up close for the first time today. Last week, Lan Jian was busy preparing her report and didn't have much time for the two junior students. The junior students decided to work on the project with Xue Xiang after the midterm exams. During that time, Lan Jian was still doing an internship, so they had only heard the progress report from this senior student from Beiluan in an online meeting.
Before meeting her senior, Wen Chu told Nie Mumu that she really liked her senior's voice, which was sharp and capable like a blade, going straight to the heart.
When I met this senior student later, her shoulder-length hair was a little messy, but it couldn't hide the breathtaking beauty of her face. At first glance, her overall features were very grand, like those leading ladies in historical dramas who radiate light from the moment they appear. She had a dignified yet delicate temperament, but her features were exquisitely sculpted, as if every stroke was painstakingly designed by Nuwa, so balanced and harmonious that there was no flaw.
Such a beautiful person, with the "Double First-Class" title of Beiluan Girls' High School, was admitted to Nanhua University, which is known as one of the "Twin Stars of Nanhua" along with Nanlu University. She was so smart that she could study for a bachelor's and master's degree in five years in a continuous program at Nanhua University, where geniuses gathered. She was also exceptionally admitted by the director of the Nuclear Research Institute of Nanhua University to become the last doctoral student of the precarious Nuclear Research Institute. After witnessing the senior sister confront those annoying second-year juniors, Wen Chu and Nie Mumu admired Senior Sister Meng even more.
“I feel like senior’s life is a real-life version of a ‘female protagonist’s wish-fulfillment novel’…” Nie Mumu whispered to Wen Chu, “I heard that senior’s boyfriend is also from the twelfth floor, the senior you saw last time who was really handsome!”
"Which senior?" Wen Chu thought for a moment.
"Are you talking about Han Li, the senior who brought Gege?"
"Uh-huh!"
"I heard..."
"They've already broken up!"
The two gossiping were startled by a female voice, and when they turned around, thankfully it wasn't Senior Meng.
"Hi, I'm Zhuang Huiting, and I'm in the same lab as that handsome senior Han you mentioned."
Hello, Senior Zhuang!
The two newbies, having just witnessed the "ruthlessness" of the senior students, were the only two undergraduate students present. They humbly begged Senior Sister Zhuang for mercy, hoping she wouldn't let Senior Sister Meng know that they were gossiping about her.
"Why are you all so afraid of her?" Zhuang Huiting asked with a smile, looking very kind. "But then again, there's no one on the twelfth floor who isn't afraid of Meng Lanjian!"
She deliberately raised her voice for the second half of the sentence, so that Lan Jian, who was breaking up frozen hot pot ingredients not far away, could hear it.
"Zhuang Huiting, you're someone who can break a lab door, how dare you spread my bad reputation?"
The rumors circulating about Meng Lanjian's fierce nature are all thanks to his wicked friend Zhuang Huiting.
"Who says no one on the twelfth floor can handle Meng Lanjian!" Guan Shaoxiao, who knew Meng Lanjian's true nature well, immediately changed the subject when he saw the two were about to argue again. "Isn't Senior Chongming here?"
Chongming, who was carrying chairs back from another lab with Ma Yue, was forcibly called upon. He glanced at Lan Jian; the two were far apart, and she was working with her head down, but as if sensing his gaze, she looked in his direction. Chongming couldn't see her expression clearly, but he felt the air suddenly become somewhat ambiguous with the rising steam from the hot pot. Through the steam, Chongming looked at Meng Lan Jian and said, "She only called me 'senior' because she encountered a bug."
Everyone present burst into laughter, even Wen Chu and Nie Mumu were laughing so hard their shoulders were shaking.
Meng Lanjian's expression immediately became lively.
Now Chongming finally sees things clearly—
She glared at herself.
But she didn't dare to provoke him in public, so she held up a soup spoon and shouted at Guan Shaoxiao and Zhuang Huiting.
She has such a beautiful face, but she always speaks and acts in a loud and boisterous manner.
Chongming shook his head, but the smile reached his eyes.
Floors 10 through 12 all belong to the Institute of Nuclear Energy. Floor 10 mainly houses large instrument laboratories and classrooms. Floor 11 is half professors' offices and half laboratories collaborating with external companies. Floor 12 is more like the "pure" experimental area of the Institute of Nuclear Energy. Floor 12 houses four large research groups and ten laboratories. When Lan Jian first arrived at the lab, her shrewd and sociable senior colleague, Hui, took her to visit each lab. Nuclear medicine is a large group, and the three labs each have their own stories. Guan Shaoxiao's accelerator lab is the only one in the atomic physics group. After the original professors retired, the atomic physics group had no successors, so the space radiation group spun off an accelerator lab, nominally under the atomic physics group, but in reality, it only has one professor, Xie Daquan, Guan Shaoxiao's advisor. Therefore, like the Xue family's heavy particle lab, which is dominated by the first group, it is deserted.
Although Guan Shaoxiao was the only person in the lab, he was like a butterfly, always trying to gather the workers from the twelfth floor to his empty lab. Sometimes they would order drinks and takeout together, sometimes they would play board games and watch movies together. In short, he was a man who couldn't stand being alone and couldn't bear to see others lonely.
Gatherings are common, but unexpected events are rare.
During dinner tonight, everyone tacitly avoided mentioning what happened in the evening.
Someone brought up the "tragedy" that happened on the twelfth floor at the beginning of this year.
It was probably a Saturday morning in spring. The twelfth floor was empty. People rarely did biology experiments and needed to stay in the lab on weekends.
However, due to the school's routine power outage the previous night, Lan Jian, who lived in the dormitory, had to time her trip to the lab to turn on the computers for Chongming and herself. Some lab doors were made of lead, some were made of iron, and even the wooden doors were heavy-duty for soundproofing. After Lan Jian put the simulation up, she suddenly heard the sound of the space radiation group next door...
A shout came from the Chen family laboratory.
They were shouting "Open the door!"
When Lan Jian heard the first sentence, she thought it was the foreign student couple next door arguing and one of them being locked out.
After a while, she could still vaguely hear "Open the door" over and over again. Not out of curiosity, but out of a desire to confirm the situation, Lan Jian opened the laboratory door.
But then he saw a foreign female student lying face down on the ground outside the neighboring laboratory. Lan Jian rushed over to help her up, but his gaze fell on her bloodied lower body.
The foreign girl weakly asked Lan Jian to shake her hand in English and asked if she was still alive.
Lan Jian quickly reassured her with a few words, then rushed back to the lab and called the duty room on the first floor using the extension number. No one answered the phone; the security guards were probably patrolling the floors. Lan Jian decisively decided to call an ambulance first, and then go from lab to lab to find someone to help.
After checking three labs, they finally found a foreign girl who was also there to turn on her computer in the fourth lab. Lan Jian told her to go and look after the injured person first, while she went to find the guard.
Fortunately, the school's duty room keeps the phone numbers of the security guards on duty. The guard immediately contacted the security personnel at the school gate and asked them to be on standby to guide the ambulance to the back mountain. When Lan Jian followed the guard back to the twelfth floor, other students had already come out to help. However, none of the people present had medical knowledge. The injured person's feet and abdomen were covered in blood. Only then did Lan Jian notice a high chair that had been overturned on the floor and another pool of blood.
She forced herself to calm down and then found an unopened pack of baby wipes in the storage room. The injured person was wearing long pants, so she couldn't see the specific bleeding point. She could only gently wrap the wipes around the injured person's ankle. Throughout the process, she dared not move the injured person's foot, fearing that the other person had fractured the pelvis and ankle.
The ambulance arrived quickly, but the injured woman's boyfriend arrived even before it.
After everyone left, the bloodstains remained, and Lan Jian seemed to have activated her sense of smell, able to detect the pervasive stench of blood in the air.
Very strong.
Later, Lan Jian learned that the girl had broken her tibia after falling from a height and had also miscarried.
Later, the other students on the twelfth floor also learned about these things.
Everyone praised her for saving the foreign girl, and even the dean praised her decisiveness and courage when he happened to meet Lan Jian in the elevator.
At first, Lan Jian felt a pang of guilt. She blamed herself for not opening the door when she heard the scream... because the person had shouted "Open the door" instead of "Help me," and Lan Jian hadn't realized it was a request for her to open the door. Nor had she immediately recognized the agony in the scream.
This matter made Lan Jian fall into deep thought.
All of this was a harrowing accident for her. Why did misfortune befall someone else, and suddenly become the object of praise and celebration?
She even blamed herself for calling the duty room for help first instead of calling an ambulance.
But Chongming, who had come all the way from home to the school after learning about this, did not think so.
He said that if Lan Jian hadn't happened to be in the lab, and other labs were so far away, the injuries might have been more serious by the time someone found the injured person. He also said that Lan Jian's first reaction to ask the duty room for help was correct. According to the school's emergency rescue procedures, students should indeed notify the duty room immediately, and then the duty room should make the emergency call, because they are more familiar with the driving routes of the school's departments and can speed up the communication process.
If it weren't for Chongming in the lab, saying to Lanjian, word by word, "You did nothing wrong, you did a great job, don't be afraid."
Lan Jian would never readily accept any praise from others.
It was Chongming who told her, when she was feeling lost, that she had a clear conscience.
Chongming is really a very, very good senior brother.
Stay tuned for him to transform into a wonderful husband! ^.^
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