The programmer and his woman

Walking into the room, I quickly opened my laptop and turned to her and said, "Let's hurry up, I have to go back early. Do you mainly use Word or Excel?"

She responded, “Oh, Word.”

"Okay, let me explain the basic operations of Word to you first." I opened the Word document and said, "Do you have any questions or do you want me to explain it to you in general?"

"Let me talk about it in general." She answered casually.

So I started to explain: "First, we need to master the basic typesetting. Look here, this is the centering operation; this is how to adjust the font style and font size; this is the paragraph setting; and how to add bullet points." I talked and operated, trying my best to let her keep up with my pace.

However, as I was explaining, I noticed that she seemed a little absent-minded. I couldn't help but feel a little worried, so I stopped and asked, "Hey, are you listening?"

She seemed startled by my voice, and after coming to her senses, she said, "Oh, I'm a little thirsty, can you buy me a bottle of water?"

I frowned, but still agreed to her request: "Okay, then you have to listen carefully later. I don't have much time and I have to go back early later."

I stood up and prepared to leave the room. As soon as I opened the door, I saw a person lying at the door. I took a step back in shock and asked loudly, "Oh, you scared me. Who is it? What are you doing here?"

The man stood up from the ground and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Don't be offended, brother, I just have this hobby, I like to eavesdrop. Brother, are you leaving?"

I was stunned for a moment, a little speechless: "Oh, I'll go out and buy a bottle of water."

He smiled and said, "There's plenty of water in my room. I'll get you a bottle."

I waved my hand and said, "No, I'll buy it myself." Then I followed him downstairs. However, as soon as I walked out of the corridor, I saw him walking over from the agency's store across the building with a bottle of water.

He handed me the water and said with a smile, "Here, take it. I'm sorry for what happened just now. It was just a personal hobby. This bottle of water is my apology to you."

I took the water, feeling a bit amused and helpless: "It's okay, but you may have misunderstood. This girl is not very good at using office software, so she asked me to explain it to her."

He shook his head, looking unconvinced. "That's impossible. She came here to learn how to use the software? Brother, you're overthinking it. I don't think it's right. Think about it. She had her ID card when she rented the house and didn't take it out for a long time. That's a bit abnormal. Do you have anything valuable in this room?"

I thought about it and answered, "Yes, a laptop."

He suddenly became nervous: "Oh, is she here for your computer? Go back and check it out. Luckily I brought you a bottle of water. If you leave this place and really go to buy her some water, she will take your computer and run away. Even if the ID card is real, the police may not be able to get it back for you."

After his reminder, I thought about it carefully and felt that something was wrong. I frowned, nodded and said, "Now that you mention it, it is possible. I have to go back and check the situation."

As we were about to go upstairs, we bumped into someone who was rushing downstairs with a bag. That person was the girl who had just rented the room. She was blushing and looked very flustered. The agent looked at her and asked in confusion, "Hey, isn't this the girl who just rented the room? Where are you going with your bag?"

She hesitated for a long time and didn't say a complete sentence. I looked at her expression and actions, and I understood a little. I sighed and thought, forget it, fortunately the computer was not lost. So I said to the agent: "She must have seen that it was too late and was afraid that she would delay my return home, so she specially sent the bag down for me."

When the girl heard me say this, she seemed to have found a savior and nodded in agreement: "Oh, yes, that's right." Then she handed me the computer bag. I took the computer bag and checked the items inside, and found that they were all still there.

The agent looked at me, still a little unconvinced: "Hey, you're just going to let her go like this?"

I shook my head and said, "What else? Forget it. She's not that old. Give her a chance."

The agent looked at me and shook his head helplessly: "You are lucky. Don't do this kind of thing again in the future, especially don't cause trouble for me."

I looked at the computer bag in my hand and secretly felt lucky. Today's incident was really a close call. I really need to be more careful in the future and not trust others so easily.

When I got home, I glanced at the calendar on the wall. Today was the day I had agreed with Teacher Qi to register for school. I quickly sorted out my feelings, got on my bike, and headed to the school written on the business card. This pre-exam training class was held on the campus of a university, with an elegant environment and a strong academic atmosphere.

When I arrived at the school, I followed the instructions and found the registration office. The teacher received me warmly and asked me about my basic situation in detail. After learning that my foundation was relatively weak, she suggested that I start from the basic class and told me that there was a class that would start in two days. Hearing this news, I was secretly delighted and immediately paid the tuition and successfully registered for school.

As soon as I walked out of the campus, my cell phone rang. I answered the call and heard a familiar voice: "Old classmate, it's me, Bingbing. The class monitor asked me to inform you that there will be a class reunion tomorrow morning. I'll text you the address later. You must come tomorrow."

I was excited and looked forward to it. But then I thought of another question: "Hey, don't hang up yet, who will go tomorrow?"

The voice on the other end of the phone answered, "Who's going? A lot of people are going, many classmates are here."

I asked anxiously, "Is there a beauty in our class?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed amused by my question: "Why, are you still thinking about her? It's been so many years, she must have found a partner, so forget it. If you want to find a partner, then you can consider me. I'm still single, so why don't we just make do with each other."

I interrupted her with a smile on my face: "Don't interrupt me, is there a beauty in the class?"

"Yes, yes, yes, come quickly, I'm waiting for you, see you later." After saying that, there was a "beep, beep, beep" sound of hang-up from the other end of the phone.

I put down my phone, feeling a little hesitant. Although this classmate is my good friend, he is not always reliable. But at this moment, my desire to see the class beauty decisively overcame this unreliable statement. I thought, no matter whether it is true or not, I have to give it a try even if there is a glimmer of hope.

Thinking that I might see her tomorrow, I feel nervous. Although I am no longer the same person I used to be, compared to the beauty she has in my heart, I still can't get rid of my insecurity.

In order to give myself some confidence, I decided to go to the barber shop to change my hairstyle. I rode my bike towards the most famous chain barber shop here.

After entering the shop, the barber greeted me enthusiastically: "Young man, do you want to get a haircut?"

I nodded and said awkwardly, "Yes, I don't understand. Can you recommend one for me?"

The barber then brought me a few color books for me to choose from. I flipped through them and was shocked by the prices, which were several thousand yuan each. I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart. This barber shop is indeed as famous as it is said to be, and the prices are really expensive. I hesitated for a while and decided to find a more affordable one.

"Master, these are too expensive. Do you have cheaper ones?" I asked tentatively.

The barber smiled and said, "There are cheaper ones, but they don't last long and the results aren't as good as this."

I thought about it and said, "It's okay if the time is short. Show me the one you like."

The barber shook his head and said, "No need to take them. These color books are still used. The effect is the same, but the potion used is different."

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, “What’s the price?”

"It's one-tenth of this," replied the barber.

I calculated and found the price after the 10% discount was acceptable, so I said, "Then let's go for this one that's over a thousand."

When the barber heard that I chose the cheaper one, he was obviously unhappy and his smile faded. He began to serve me absent-mindedly and spent most of his time serving an old lady.

After waiting for a long time, when the hairstyle was finally done, I blew it dry and found that it was completely different from the hairstyle in the color album. I was very disappointed and couldn't help but say to the barber: "This hairstyle is completely different from the one in the color album."

The barber said nonchalantly, "What's the difference? I think they are the same. Didn't I tell you to make an expensive one? You insisted on making a cheap one. The cheap one is like this."

I tried to explain: "Didn't you say the cheap ones just don't last long? The hairstyles are all the same."

The barber refused to give in: "That's it. It's impossible to make it exactly like the picture."

I looked at myself in the mirror helplessly. The haircut was really not satisfactory. I was very dissatisfied, but the barber started to threaten me: "What? Don't even think about leaving if you don't pay me."

I sighed and thought to myself that I was really unlucky today. I took out the money and handed it to him, saying, "I can give you the money, but your attitude and workmanship will really ruin the reputation of your chain store."

The barber took the money and said, "None of your business, just go."

I walked out of the barber shop, feeling upset all the way, not only because of the failed haircut, but also because of the experience of being deceived and threatened.

The next morning, I combed my hair, put on a suit, and went to the class reunion with great anticipation. However, when I arrived, I found that she was not there.

"Big Mouth, you are lying to me again, right? Where is our class beauty?" I questioned the classmate.

She explained awkwardly: "I really didn't lie to you this time. We did invite her, but she didn't come today. What can we do? If you don't believe me, go ask the monitor. It was our monitor who invited her personally. Or you can wait a little longer. Maybe she will be late."

At this time, Li Na's voice came: "Oh hey, let me see who this is. He comes to find the most beautiful girl in our class as soon as he enters the door." As she spoke, she looked at me with strange eyes.

Bingbing immediately came to my rescue: "Li Na, this is Wang Dong from our class. He changed his hairstyle today and I almost didn't recognize him."

Li Na sneered, "It's Wang Dong. Look at his tacky hairstyle and his suit, it's obviously cheap. Are you selling insurance now? You dress like this every day. I hate you insurance salesmen the most. Whenever you see someone, you chase after them and talk nonstop."

I frowned and ignored her sarcasm. At this time, she continued, "Hey, Wang Dong, let me ask you, have you completed your sales this month? If not, my husband still has some pocket money left. If you polish my high heels, I can help you complete your sales this month."

I thought to myself, how come Li Na is even more annoying now than when she was in school? She was considered a pretty girl in our class, but she had a very bad character and was conceited, so everyone hated her.

"Okay, okay, we are classmates, why do you talk about this as soon as you meet?" A classmate came out to smooth things over.

"Oh, Mr. Jiao, I saw someone overestimating his own abilities and trying to get our class beauty. If anyone wants to get this kind of attention, it has to be you, Mr. Jiao." There was a hint of provocation in Li Na's words.

I looked over as she said, and saw a slightly fat man smiling and greeting everyone. I was stunned for a moment, thinking, this is Mr. Jiao? There is only one person named Jiao in our class. He was the last in the class at school, but now he has become a CEO. It's incredible.

President Jiao waved his hand modestly: "Li Na, don't say that. I'm just a small newspaper editor, not a general manager. Don't call me that."

Li Na refused to give up: "Isn't it printed on this business card that you are the editor-in-chief of the newspaper? Is it wrong to call you President Jiao?"

President Jiao smiled and said, "That's how business cards are printed, but I'm not the editor-in-chief. But I heard that your husband has a good job and earns a lot of money."

Li Na shook her head: "No, after deducting the three insurances and one housing fund, it's only about 3,000 yuan, not much. It's not like you working in a newspaper, where you can earn a lot of money easily."

President Jiao did not continue the topic, but diverted attention: "By the way, I heard that your husband is our classmate, but you never introduced him to us. Who is he? Can you introduce him to us?"

Li Na pointed at a man next to her and said, "He's sitting next to me, isn't he? He's like a piece of wood. Husband, let me introduce him to everyone."

I looked over and saw that it was Zhang Qiang. How did he get together with Li Na? I remembered that he used to be a very low-key person in our class, but I didn't expect that he would get together with Li Na now. This change is really unexpected.

The monitor was also very curious when she learned that the two of them were together. She looked at Zhang Qiang and Li Na with a hint of surprise, as if she wanted to get some unexpected answers from them. She smiled and said, "Oh, I didn't expect that you two would get together. I didn't notice it when we were in school."