Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chang Qing didn't want to make things difficult for his brother, so he said, "Don't get involved in matchmaking. I'm not interested in dating right now. If I have time when your cousin comes, we can have a meal together."

Zhao Yichuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Chang Qing with gratitude.

Once Chang Qing enters the laboratory, nothing can pull her out of the laboratory unless Mars hits the Earth. She has given herself enough face by saying this.

After dinner, He Lin suggested going out for a walk, but seeing the thunder and lightning outside, he simply stayed in the dormitory and slept.

The weather outside was getting darker, and the dormitory was also dark. In such an environment, it was very easy to feel sleepy. The dormitory was neither cold nor hot. On the balcony, the clothes that He Lin had just washed after dinner were still dripping with water and exuding a gentle lavender scent.

Just when Xu Zhou was about to fall asleep, he heard a slight noise coming from Changqing's bed opposite him.

Xu Zhou asked in a half-awake state: "Su He, where are you going?"

"Go to the laboratory. I just had some ideas." Chang Qing looked at the quilt that was about to be dragged on the ground, and tucked the corner of the quilt for Xu Zhou through the railing.

Xu Zhou responded vaguely. In this state between sleep and wakefulness, every cell in his body felt so comfortable that he didn't want to move. He even thought about lying there for the rest of his life.

When Chang Qing walked out of the dormitory building, the dim light outside became much brighter because of the rainstorm, and because it was almost night, the street lights on both sides of the road had been lit.

She stood at the door for a while, and the rain didn't seem to be stopping.

The rain was like a basin being poured down from someone's head. It was so heavy that the entire campus was in the midst of the rainstorm. It made people feel so calm, as if their souls had found a resting place. They were soaked by the summer rain and felt drowsy.

The road that used to be crowded with students was now filled with a few hurried students holding umbrellas and walking quickly on the water.

After staying for a few minutes, Changqing finally opened the umbrella.

When he arrived at the laboratory, Chang Qing saw an unexpected person.

Leng Jian stood at the door holding an umbrella. The strong wind filled her clothes, making her look even thinner.

Slanting raindrops brushed Leng Jian's face. She half-closed her eyes comfortably, looking at the water splashing on the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a boy in formal wear holding an umbrella. The summer rain poured down, slid down the black umbrella and fell to the surroundings, leaving small columns of water.

The boy's face couldn't be seen clearly in the mist, all I could see was his warm and distant smile.

He walked slowly on the water, as if he was strolling in a garden, neither hurried nor slow, as if he didn't notice that his trouser legs had been splashed by the water when he raised his feet.

A stray cat that suddenly ran out caught his attention. He turned his head to look at it, Jun Hei's brows were slightly wrinkled, and he quickly walked to the kitten and carefully held the shivering kitten in his arms. Because of the action of holding the cat, his entire back was wet by the slanting rain. His clothes were tightly attached to his body, revealing his strong and thin waist, and the boy's good figure could be vaguely seen.

The lights on both sides of the road fell on him through the rain, the cool summer enveloped him, and the girl's pupils trembled slightly.

The whole world seemed to have become quiet.

Leng Jian clenched his hands slightly while holding the umbrella. He could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat in his chest, which seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat in the next second.

Her eyes followed the person as he slowly approached her. This process always made her feel somewhat romantic, and even her usually dull mind suddenly became half enlightened.

Although I know it is just my wishful thinking, I am still happy with it.

"Leng Jian, why are you here?" Chang Qing looked at her in surprise.

"My teacher knows Mr. Zhang Dechun, and he wants me to come here to help out so I can gain some experience."

Leng Jian blinked, not knowing where to look. When he accidentally saw Chang Qing's waist, some images that were not suitable for children suddenly appeared in his mind.

This waist looks very strong.

Her face turned red instantly, and she had to pretend to lower her head and touch her hair, trying to cool down the heat on her face.

Chang Qing thought of the Zhang Dechun she mentioned, frowned slightly, and slowly said: "As far as I know, the topics that the students under Teacher Zhang are currently researching are still from a few years ago, and there is no innovation at all. Although there is a lot of funding, the topic has no research value. If you want to learn something, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult."

Teacher Zhang has published a lot of articles, but few of them have been published in top journals. He is not as good as my own teacher. Although he has published fewer articles, they are all solid and useful content.

Leng Jian sighed softly, not everyone can be as brilliant as the man in front of him, who could even skip several grades. Teacher Zhang was the most amazing person she could meet during her undergraduate years, and it was her teacher who found ways to help her reach this level.

"When my teacher told me about this, I went out of my way to look for the article published by Teacher Zhang. It is true that a large part of it is filled with water." Leng Jian seemed to still find it difficult to accept this fact.

After she heard the news, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep the whole night.

Chang Qing was silent. Leng Jian laughed at himself and said, "I came here today just to take a look. Those people were guarding against me like a thief. I can understand that. After all, who would tell others about their research topic? It's just that the direction of my latest research is similar to an article published by a senior brother before, so I wanted to ask him about it. I didn't expect that the senior brother couldn't even explain where some of the data in his own article came from."

“I really don’t know how he passed the trial.”

The wind mixed with light rain blew into Chang Qing's neck, making her shiver with cold. She joked, "In June, everyone on the Internet was talking about their mentors debating with scholars while they were shivering in fear."

Leng Jian didn't understand: "Just because he is his student, the defense team let him off. He wrote the article himself, and he couldn't explain it clearly, but he passed it just because of his teacher. This is not fair to those who are serious about scientific research. The good scientific research atmosphere has been turned into a fan circle, with small groups and small groups. It's really like what some people say when they mock, the academic cliques are in cahoots."

Young and frivolous teenagers always have a naive and childish sense of justice in their understanding of the world, just like the heroic dreams of seven or eight years old, which are invincible and vulnerable. Until they suffer a beating from the society, they realize that the crumbling sunset yellow outside the campus has finally fallen into the bottom of the clouds, and is completely separated from the innocence within the glass wall.