Oxidation reaction

At the age of 20, Ruan Nancan won the most prestigious national award in his profession.

The awards ceremony will be held in the capital.

On the day of accepting the award on stage, the gray-haired mentor seemed very excited, with tears in his small eyes, holding the microphone and expressing his feelings proudly and loudly.

The instructor's voice was a little broken, and the buzzing sound was extremely harsh. Ruan Nancan stood on the stage, frowned slightly, turned his head quietly to look at the instructor, and then turned his gaze back to the audience.

He was wearing a black suit that didn't fit well, his hair was glued to the back of his head, revealing his full forehead and slightly immature eyebrows and eyes.

His left hand is firmly holding the pyramid-shaped glass trophy, and his right hand is neatly pressed against the seam of his trousers. The corners of his mouth are straight, his eyes are calm, and there is no special expression.

Perhaps because of standing for too long, Ruan Nancan began to lose his mind.

It was only when the host reminded him to answer the question for the third time that Ruan Nancan came back to his senses, blinked his eyes very slowly, put the trophy in his arms, took the microphone, and asked a little confused: "Can you repeat it again?" one more time?"

The audience roared with laughter, and several authoritative experts sitting in the first row even burst into tears.

Ruan Nancan didn't know why, and looked at the mentor in puzzlement.

The instructor was also laughing, his white beard was shaking and swishing, as if he was more happy than knowing that the experimental results were accurate.

Although he didn't know what was going on, his mother, Ms. Wu, told him that when others laughed, he would not appear to be out of group.

Therefore, Ruan Nancan also raised the corners of his mouth, showing a somewhat stiff smile.

The laughter gradually subsided, and the host continued to speak: "Professor Zhang said that we, Nannan, are very dumb. When we saw it on the spot, we were really dumb."

Ruan Nancan doesn't like being called stupid, just like a fat man doesn't like being called fat.

But he still politely explained to the host: "No, I'm not staying."

Everyone laughed again, louder than before.

This time, Ruan Nancan didn't laugh any more, he belatedly realized that everyone might be laughing at him.

But he didn't care much, because he didn't care about these things in the first place.

After the awards ceremony, Nguyen Nam Chan was invited to participate in an interview with a famous newspaper.

The interview location is set to be in a cafe on the street facing the award hall.

The color of the cafe is warm and bright. The wood-colored tables and chairs are matched with soothing and melodious piano music. There is also a chubby orange cat on the bookshelf next to the counter. The overall atmosphere makes people want to talk.

Ruan Nancan followed the waiter in the cafe to the location of the interview, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

This was his first interview, but he didn't think it was the cause of his nervousness, but that something was about to happen.

Then he saw Fang Congxia.

Fang Congxia was wearing a gray shirt and black trousers, with a press card with a dark blue velvet belt hanging around his neck, and sat on a chair with his back to Ruan Nancan.

Compared with five years ago, he has matured a lot.

His hair was shaved and his body was short. The back muscles wrapped under the gray shirt were slightly raised, with smooth lines and looked very powerful.

Ruan Nancan got closer and saw Fang Congxia's face completely.

Fang Congxia has grown up, with sharp edges and corners, high and deep browbones, straight nose, and thin lips.

When he is not speaking, he is a bit self-assured. He doesn't look approachable, but he is more handsome than five years ago.

At this time, Fang Congxia suddenly looked up.

Ruan Nancan was caught off guard by that gaze, his heart skipped a beat, and the heart rate monitor hidden under his sleeve began to vibrate and flash red.

He looked down, 120 times per minute, not a good sign.

Looking up again, Fang Congxia had put away the tablet and stood up, with a smile in his eyes, looked at Ruan Nancan gently, and said politely: "Hello, I am Fang Congxia from YK Newspaper."

Ruan Nancan's heartbeat became fast again, and his palms were sweating a lot. He nodded stiffly and walked over quickly.

Because he was too nervous, he tripped over a chair halfway, and the sound of the chair falling to the ground seemed a bit abrupt in the quiet cafe, and the customers in the shop immediately turned their attention to Ruan Nancan.

But Ruan Nanshen didn't feel embarrassed or embarrassed by the public's attention, he only noticed Fang Congxia walking towards him.

After staying for two seconds, he quickly raised the chair, and the sound of footsteps stopped, and he heard Fang Congxia ask, "Are you all right?"

Fang Congxia's voice was deep and thick, a little hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and it was indescribably sexy.

Ruan Nancan's ears were hot, and he pinched the soft cloth on the back of the chair with his fingers. He stayed for a while, then let go, shook his head, and said it was all right.

The interview officially started. Fang Congxia sat across from Ruan Nancan. A black recorder was placed on the edge of the light blue tablecloth, and the red light was flashing rhythmically.

Ruan Nanshen clenched his knuckles, mustered up the courage to look up at Fang Congxia, and the heart rate monitor started to vibrate again.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he turned his eyes away to look elsewhere.

But Fang Congxia didn't seem to care whether Ruan Nanshen was looking at him. He simply adjusted the equipment and started asking questions.

"I heard that Ruan is the youngest of the awardees. The outside world evaluates you as young and promising, how do you feel?"

The weather in the capital is not good, the sky is gloomy and depressing.

Ruan Nancan's heart was still beating fast, his mind went blank, and he forgot the answers he had recited in advance.

He didn't know how to answer, he was stunned for a while with a wooden face, and then said slowly: "I don't have any feelings."

From the corner of his eye, Ruan Nanshen caught a glimpse of Fang Congxia frowning. He was inexplicably flustered, so he had to bite the bullet and add: "I really don't think so, thank you for their evaluation of me."

Without getting a response, Ruan Nancan secretly glanced at Fang Congxia, and found that the other party's eyebrows seemed to have loosened a little, so he felt relieved.

After 1 minute, Fang Congxia asked again: "Student Ruan is better than ordinary college students. Can you share with you how you usually study?"

This question was within the range that he could answer accurately, Ruan Nancan said quickly without much pause: "Normal study, reading, attending classes, doing experiments, eating and sleeping."

After waiting for a long time, Ruan Nancan didn't hear Fang Congxia continue to ask questions, so he looked up strangely.

Fang Congxia looked a little weird, his eyebrows were still wrinkled, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his expression was very serious.

Sensing Ruan Nancan's probing gaze, he forced a smile and asked, "Is student Ruan nervous? It's okay, we can pause for a while and take our time."

Ruan Nanshen felt confused, he didn't feel very nervous, except that his heartbeat would speed up when he met Fang Congxia, he thought his performance was acceptable, so he said to Fang Congxia, "No need, I'm not nervous."

But Fang Congxia's eyes were obviously suspicious, and Ruan Nancan had to emphasize it again: "I'm really not nervous, you can continue to ask questions."

"Ok."

Fang Congxia frowned and said.

"Then what are students' plans for the future?"

Ruan Nancan thought for a while, and found that he really couldn't imagine his future life, so he started to lose his mind.

But he remembered that the person sitting across from him was Fang Congxia, so he immediately returned to his thoughts, thought for a while, but still couldn't come up with an answer, and decided to tell the truth.

"No plans."

Fang Congxia's face was completely gloomy, he turned off the recorder, looked stern, stared at Ruan Nanshen, as if he wanted to get angry, but for some reason he held back, but said in a heavy tone: "Student Ruan, please Cooperate with my interview work."

Ruan Nancan looked at Fang Congxia in confusion again, his eyes were innocent, innocent, and even confused, "I'm very cooperative, is there anything I don't cooperate with?"

After a pause for a few seconds, like a memory, he murmured and repeated all the words he had said.

"I really don't have any feelings... It's just normal study... I really don't have any plans..."

As if to be provocative, Fang Congxia saw such blatant deception and deception for the first time, and couldn't help being furious.

His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, he bent his fingers and tapped on the table, interrupting Ruan Nancan's self-talk, with a sharp tone: "Ruan Nancan, I understand your pride and pride in becoming famous at a young age, but since you promised I got interviewed by the newspaper, can you be a little more serious?"

Ruan Nancan was stunned by these words again. He looked at Fang Congxia and found that the other party's face was ugly, his jaw was slightly tightened, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated and unfamiliar. Ruan Nancan could read Show a little anger.

But he didn't understand why Fang Congxia was angry, and he didn't know what to do, so he opened his eyes wide and said solemnly: "I'm not proud, I'm answering the question seriously."

Fang Congxia laughed angrily, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said in a mocking tone: "What the hell do you call cooperation? You are really serious. After thinking about it for a long time, you told me that you have no thoughts or plans. Just kidding me."

After finishing speaking, he emphasized his tone again, looking at Ruan Nancan with a smile, and said, "Ruan Nancan, who are you fooling?"

Ruan Nanshen didn't rush to argue. For some reason, he felt that Fang Congxia didn't like him very much.

Ms. Wu said that liking can be seen through the eyes.

But Fang Congxia looked at him with only anger and some other bad emotions in his eyes.

Ruan Nancan was a little sad, as if he had swallowed a whole bitter gourd.

He didn't want to stay here, and he didn't want to talk about it.

He lowered his head and looked at the stable value on the heart rate monitor for a while, then whispered to Cong Xia, "I'm leaving."

Fang Congxia frowned again, Ruan Nancan glanced at him, stood up and walked out.

It had already started to rain outside, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the gray stone road, forming groups of black patterns.

Ruan Nancan didn't bring an umbrella, and he didn't want to go back. It just so happened that the instructor called to ask him when it would end, and the plane took off in three hours.

He quickly said it was over, and immediately took a taxi to the airport.

After hanging up the phone, he used the car rental software to hail a car, and stood at the corner of the cafe door waiting.

During this period, a man and two women entered the store.

Three minutes later, the car called by Ruan Nancan arrived. He opened the door and sat in it. Before the car started, he couldn't help turning his head, and saw Fang Congxia who had just left the house, carrying a black shoulder bag.

His expression was cold, his eyebrows were drawn into a ball, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, as if he was still angry with Ruan Nancan, or he seemed to be simply blaming the bad weather in the capital.

The driver drove a little fast, and after turning around a security booth, Fang Congxia disappeared from his sight.

Ruan Nanshen's heart began to feel uncomfortable again, which was worse than being forced by Ruan Beichuan to drink a whole glass of [-]ml bitter Chinese medicine.

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