Oxidation reaction

Probably in order to reward Ruan Nancan for winning the award, the instructor bought a first-class ticket.

The seats in the first class cabin are much more comfortable than those in the economy cabin. Ruan Nam Chan is quite satisfied. With the help of the stewardess, he adjusted the curvature of the backrest and put on an eye mask to sleep.

The plane was very stable, and the instructor fell asleep, leaning sideways on the back of the chair, snoring rhythmically.

Ruan Nancan was also drowsy, half asleep and half awake, he dreamed of Fang Congxia.

At the age of 15, Ruan Nancan transferred to the high school attached to Z University to prepare for the entrance examination for the junior class of R University.

On the day before enrollment, accompanied by Ms. Wu and Mr. Ruan, he went to the High School Attached to Z University to familiarize himself with the campus.

When they walked near the teaching building, Ms. Wu and Mr. Ruan ran into acquaintances, and waved to Ruan Nansan to go shopping by himself first, and they would come to pick him up in ten minutes.

Ruan Nancan readily agreed, and walked quickly to the basketball court of the High School Affiliated to Z University.

He has seen in the brochure that the construction of the basketball court of R University is very in line with his aesthetics.

At that time, it was about six or seven o'clock in the afternoon, and the sunset glow in the sky was intertwined with red and orange. With the overall planning of the basketball court, it formed a very beautiful picture.

There are many students playing on the basketball court, and one of the courts has a particularly concentrated crowd and the loudest cheers.

Feeling the novelty, Ruan Nanshen walked over to watch, but unexpectedly met Lin Suhua, a classmate from the third year of junior high school.

Because of his superior IQ, relevant education experts suggested that Ruan Nancan skip a grade to go to school.

Therefore, when children of the same age are still learning addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, he has already finished the first volume of junior high school mathematics.

Lin Suhua was his 13-year-old classmate in the third grade of junior high school.

Lin Suhua used to be at the same table with Ruan Nancan for a period of time, and was very unfriendly to Ruan Nancan, often bullying him, giving him ugly nicknames, tearing up his homework and so on.

Ruan Nanshen hated him very much, so when he saw Lin Suhua the first time, he turned around and left.

But Lin Suhua also saw Ruan Nancan and called out to him, so Ruan Nancan had to stop.

Lin Suhua was holding a red basketball in his arms, and his expression looked very proud, but also a little contemptuous, and asked Ruan Nancan, "Why are you here? Is the little brother trying to usurp the throne when he comes to the big brother's territory?"

People around Lin Suhua sneered, the laughter was sharp and piercing, Ruan Nanshen was very irritable and wanted to leave here immediately.

He didn't answer Lin Suhua, turned around and left with his head down, but the next second, Lin Suhua, who was furious, hit his head hard with a basketball.

Lin Suhua was very strong, and the basketball hit Ruan Nancan on the back of the head, causing great pain.

He was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up, and fell to the ground while pressing the place where he was hit.

A few minutes later, without knowing what happened, Ruan Nancan heard Lin Suhua's scream.

He raised his head, and a tall figure appeared in his blurred vision. The voice of that figure was deep and deep, and he said, "Are you shameless? You actually bullied a child."

Hearing this, Ruan Nancan wanted to stand up and refute that he was not a child, but he didn't have the strength.

Five minutes later, a burst of hurried footsteps came towards him.

"Are you OK?"

Fang Cai's figure approached his ear, Ruan Nancan raised his head and saw Fang Congxia with a worried face.

Fang Congxia, wearing a simple white T-shirt and black sweatpants, has beads of sweat after strenuous exercise on his handsome and clean face, looking at him with gentle and friendly black and white eyes.

Ruan Nancan froze for a moment, covered the back of his head and waved his hands slightly, whispering that he was fine.

At this time, the class bell rang, and the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. Ruan Nancan stood up with the help of Fang Congxia.

Fang Congxia's slightly hot arm brushed against his cheek lightly, feeling slightly itchy. He stretched out his hand and scratched, but nothing was caught.

Seeing that he was standing still, Fang Congxia let go of his hand, smiled at him, said goodbye, and ran away after a group of boys in front.

wake up.

Ruan Nancan opened his eyes before the plane landed. He took off the blindfold and thought of Fang Congxia, 23 years old, wearing a decent gray shirt and black trousers, with twitched eyebrows and straight mouth, who would question him angrily. : "Ruan Nancan, who are you fooling?"

Ruan Nancan raised his hand to touch the position of his heart, he didn't feel sad, and even a little happy, like eating two big pieces of sweet milk cake.

At the same time, he began to involuntarily imagine the next meeting with Fang Congxia.

The announcement of the landing of the plane came from the radio, and the instructor was still asleep. Ruan Nancan stretched out his hand to push the instructor to wake him up, reminding him to tidy up and prepare to get off the plane.

The instructor was a little unhappy to be woken up, and frowned and snorted twice.

Ruan Nancan showed a flattering smile, and took out a hawthorn-flavored candy from the backpack he carried with him, and the instructor smiled happily.

After getting off the plane and taking the taxi, Ruan Nancan turned on his phone and received a bunch of messages, most of which were congratulations on his winning the prize.

He picked up a few replies, and found that there was a new message on the top of the message column. When he clicked on it, it was from the YK newspaper. The other party said he was Fang Congxia, and hoped that he could make another interview time.

Ruan Nancan froze for a moment, wanted to laugh a little, and unknowingly held the phone in a daze.

The phone turned off and locked automatically, and he didn't notice it. He didn't remember to press it until he saw the neon lights flashing past the window.

He unlocked it, and Fang Congxia's message appeared on the screen again.

Fifteen minutes ago, he sent a new message, 15 characters, briefly expressing his apology and sincere hope for another interview.

Ruan Nanshen curled his lips and smiled, and called up the keyboard to reply, but he didn't know how to make a better sentence, so he turned off the keyboard again.

He was a little distressed. After thinking for a while, he opened the search engine on his phone and entered his own question.

【How to reply to the message of the person you like】

Big data shows that there are a total of [-] related content. Ruan Nancan browsed the first [-] pages, but did not find the desired answer.

He closed the webpage in frustration, and clicked on Fang Congxia's message box again.

But the taxi had already stopped at the gate of his community. Ruan Nancan saw Ruan Beichuan waiting beside the guard room, so he put away his phone and opened the door to get off.

Ruan Beichuan called him and came over to help him with his luggage. Ruan Nanshen couldn't help but turn on his phone and continue thinking about the reply.

Seeing that Ruan Nancan's attention was on the phone, Ruan Beichuan was a little dissatisfied and asked, "What are you doing? Look at your feet."

Ruan Nancan ignored him, his eyes were fixed on the phone, and his legs moved slowly mechanically.

Ruan Beichuan frowned, feeling that it was rare, so he leaned over to take a look.

Ruan Nancan dodged.

Ruan Beichuan clicked his tongue and stretched his neck to peek.

He is talented, half a head taller than Ruan Nancan, and he can easily see the content of text messages on Ruan Nancan's phone.

He thought his brother had a social phobia, so he grabbed the phone without much hesitation, and took the initiative to solve Ruan Nancan's troubles.

He quickly typed in the word "yes", and clicked send before his brother was about to grab it.

Fang Congxia's reply was also very fast, so when Ruan Nancan got the phone, there were two more text messages on the interface.

"can."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation. The specific time and place will be scheduled after I return to S City."

At this time, it was too late to make amends, Ruan Nancan had no choice but to stare at Ruan Beichuan, turned off the phone, and strode forward.

He looked very angry, but in fact he was already quietly looking forward to the next meeting with Fang Congxia.