Social temperature

Everyone has to help redo the data because classmates' mistakes slow down the progress of the project.

The one that Fang Zhaomu helped to do was not too difficult, but it took a long time and people couldn't leave.Fang Zhaomu started in the afternoon, and by five o'clock, the process was less than halfway through.

The classmates in the laboratory left one after another, and by seven o’clock Fang Zhaomu was the only one left, sitting bored beside the analyzer and drowsy for a while, cheered up and looked at the time, then went to the window to look outside the weather.

In winter in City C, the sun sets very early, and it's dark outside again.

It's not that Fang Zhaomu never went home alone at night, but he was frightened by a car following last night, and now seeing the dark night outside, he felt uncontrollably frightened.

There is a lounge in the laboratory, but Fang Zhaomu doesn't like sleeping in a common place, so he never uses it.As time got later and later, Fang Zhaomu was hesitant. After checking the progress of the experiment, it happened that Andrew asked him if he had eaten. room?"

Andrew was probably busy, so he didn't reply to Fang Zhaomu's message immediately, so Fang Zhaomu turned on the computer and browsed the web casually.

When it was almost eight o'clock, the door of the laboratory opened suddenly. Fang Zhaomu looked up when he heard the sound. Song Yuanxun walked in with a few books. Fang Zhaomu was stunned for a moment, and then turned his gaze back to the computer.

As Fang Zhaomu expected, Song Yuanxun didn't say hello to Fang Zhaomu. He first went upstairs, and after 10 minutes, he went downstairs again, walked to a place not far from Fang Zhaomu, and took a notebook to read.

Song Yuanxun is really tall, and his profile is also very tall and straight. He is outstanding in the laboratory, even if he is cold and moody, he is also the type that makes people want to get close to him.

Fang Zhaomu was very boring when he didn't know Andrew, always talking to himself in the room, or thinking wildly, thinking about when the torment of loneliness would end, and wondering what Song Yuanxun really didn't like about him.

At that time, Fang Zhaomu would often think that it would be good if Song Yuanxun was more friendly to others and not so strict, and stopped acquiescing to Zhang Ranyu and Zhou Meng to exclude Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu did not expect to be friends with him.

Although there were two people in the laboratory, they didn't make a sound, and there was silence all around.

Fang Zhaomu thought about it, his eyes drifted towards Song Yuanxun, and when he was about to look back, the alarm clock set on his mobile phone suddenly rang, Song Yuanxun also looked over, and happened to meet Fang Zhaomu's eyes, Fang Zhaomu was captured by Song Yuanxun Yuan Xun glanced at it, and his heart skipped a beat.

The alarm clock was still ringing, Fang Zhaomu hurriedly lowered his head to pick up his phone, turned off the reminder, and ticked the lab booklet with a pen. It was time for the penultimate addition of reagents.

The reagent to be added this time was placed in the cabinet in front of Song Yuanxun. Fang Zhaomu had no choice, so he walked over and stopped a few steps away from Song Yuanxun, without looking into Song Yuanxun's eyes. , lowered his head and said, "Excuse me...I want to get the reagent."

Song Yuanxun took a step back and gave up the position in front of the cabinet, but he didn't stand very far. Fang Zhaomu stood in front of the cabinet, always feeling that Song Yuanxun was too close to him, which made him very nervous.

Fang Zhaomu opened the cabinet, wanting to make a quick decision, and took out the reagent, but because of too much movement, the bottom of the reagent bottle touched a glass bottle outside.Seeing that the glass bottle was about to fall out, his body tensed up, and when he wanted to grab it with his left hand, Song Yuanxun suddenly stretched out his hand and caught the glass bottle dangerously.

Fang Zhaomu breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and said "thank you" to Song Yuanxun, but found that their current posture was not very normal.Song Yuanxun took the glass bottle with his right hand, bypassed Fang Zhaomu and put it back into the cabinet, and the cabinet was leaning against the wall, Fang Zhaomu seemed to be held in Song Yuanxun's arms.

Fortunately, Song Yuanxun finished putting away the glass bottle, closed the cabinet door for Fang Zhaomu, and then backed away.Fang Zhaomu thanked Song Yuanxun again, Song Yuanxun nodded to him, suddenly as if remembering something, the other party Zhaomu pointed to his throat, and waved his hand again.

Fang Zhaomu felt sorry for it, and asked Song Yuanxun tentatively, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Song Yuanxun nodded to Zhaomu.

"Oh." Fang Zhaomu responded blankly, and suddenly realized that Song Yuanxun really didn't seem to repel him so much.

"Then..." Fang Zhaomu hesitated, and said, "I want to go upstairs to drink water, do you want me to pour you a glass too."

Song Yuanxun nodded again.

After Fang Zhaomu finished adding the reagents, he went upstairs. He drank water first, then poured a warm cup for Song Yuanxun, and brought it down.

Seeing Song Yuanxun take a few sips, Fang Zhaomu said, "Your throat is uncomfortable, so you can't drink too hot water."

"I bumped into you during the day, does it hurt you?" Fang Zhaomu asked him again.

Song Yuanxun put the cup aside, Zhaomu shook his head.

Fang Zhaomu smiled at him and said, "I thought you would be angry."

Song Yuanxun shook his head, his expression remained unchanged as usual, but Fang Zhaomu no longer felt the boredom in Song Yuanxun's eyes.

The two of them get along so peacefully, it seems that it is not as difficult as Fang Zhaomu imagined.

Fang Zhaomu walked to the experimental bench, observed the progress again, and looked at his mobile phone. It was past nine o'clock, but Andrew still didn't reply to the message, so he turned to Song Yuanxun and said, "You stayed so late today?"

Thinking of Song Yuanxun's sore throat, Fang Zhaomu smiled at him embarrassingly, and said, "Forget that you can't talk anymore, you can do your work."

Song Yuanxun took a notebook and wrote four words to Fang Zhaomu: "Aren't you too."

"I've been experimenting for too long," Fang Zhaomu said with a sigh, "I might sleep in the lounge tonight."

Song Yuanxun wrote to him again: "How much longer?"

Fang Zhaomu looked at the brochure and said, "More than half an hour."

Song Yuanxun took another sip and wrote, "I'll see you off."

Fang Zhaomu was really flattered this time, he subconsciously rejected: "No need, no need."

Song Yuanxun closed the notebook, looked at Fang Zhaomu seriously, Fang Zhaomu said again: "It's really unnecessary, the lounge is also very convenient."

Song Yuanxun didn't write to Fang Zhaomu anymore, but he just finished reading the lab book and stopped working. He sat at the table not far from the door and fiddled with his mobile phone with his back to Fang Zhaomu. No matter what he thought, he was waiting for Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu finally received a reply from Andrew, and Andrew said, "I'll call a car for you."

"No need," Fang Zhaomu replied word by word, "My classmate seems to want to send me back."

"Isn't there a classmate who is close enough to get a ride?" Andrew asked him.

Song Yuanxun's sudden change of character really puzzled Fang Zhaomu, so Fang Zhaomu had no choice but to reply to Andrew, "Normally speaking, there shouldn't be any."

"Maybe it's because you changed the shower gel." Andrew said.

Fang Zhaomu felt that Andrew's reply was a bit sour, and thought of Andrew's cold tone when he spoke, so he couldn't help laughing, glanced at Song Yuanxun's back, took his mobile phone to the corridor outside the laboratory, and dialed Andrew.

It took a while for Andrew to pick up, and Fang Zhaomu asked him, "Andrew, what's the matter with you, you speak strangely."

"I didn't." Andrew denied.

"My classmate is very straight," Fang Zhaomu said, "please rest assured, okay?"

Andrew didn't ask Fang Zhaomu why Andrew needed to be "relaxed" when others sent Fang Zhaomu home, he just asked, "Really?"

"Andrew," Fang Zhaomu said a word, and after a few seconds, he continued, "Do you mind?"

In fact, Fang Zhaomu is not sure how Andrew feels about him, but he is very afraid that Andrew will be unhappy.

"I don't mind," Andrew paused, then reiterated, "It's nothing to mind."

"Okay," Fang Zhaomu glanced at the ajar door of the laboratory, and said, "I'll tell you when I get home, I still have experiments to do."

After Andrew said yes, Fang Zhaomu wanted to hang up the phone.But thinking of the tone of Andrew's reply to the message just now, Fang Zhaomu's heart moved again, stopped Andrew, and said to him: "Actually... my classmate is sending me home for a good deed, but if it is you, you will return to City C later. If you come to pick me up at night, you can take me home."