Oxidation reaction

Monday was a cloudy day, with dark clouds of water vapor gathering and falling overhead, like the weather where unfortunate events will happen.

But on the contrary, Nguyen Nam Than received the first good news of the week.

At that time, he was preparing for today's project final report in the small auditorium of the college. The brothers in the same group helped him adjust the equipment, and praised him with some emotion for his rapid growth, and his scientific research achievements almost caught up with his mentor when he was young.

Ruan Nancan smiled shyly, followed the words taught by Ms. Wu to be modest, and politely said that his brother was better.

When the project host came to the stage to give a speech, he saw Fang Congxia who was ducking into the auditorium with a cat on his waist.

For some unknown reason, he wore a large black mask, lowered his head and entered through the back door of the auditorium very low-key, and sat down in a corner at the very back row, feeling a bit guilty.

At first, Ruan Nancan thought he was hallucinating, so he closed his eyes forcefully, and when he opened them again, Fang Congxia was still sitting in the same position, and gave him a middle finger with a blank expression, and he slowly raised the corner of his mouth , Surprise and joy exploded in my heart.

The heart rate monitor began to vibrate at a high frequency, which made his wrist numb. He secretly reached out to hold it down, and looked away.

The second hand has passed two laps, and the vibration stops.

He couldn't help but peeked at Fang Congxia, and his wrist felt numb again.

Fortunately, after the project host finished his speech, he was invited to come to the stage to give a final report.

Ruan Nancan barely calmed down, took the stage with the page-turner tightly, and gave a speech according to the PPT prepared in advance.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I am Ruan Nancan, the leader of the feasibility research group of YTP's microbial analysis and construction. I will report the research results of my group to you."

He was reporting on the stage, and Fang Congxia was taking pictures off the stage. Perhaps it was in his field of expertise. Ruan Nancan spoke in a leisurely, well-organized, decent manner, with a kind of calm confidence.

He stood on the podium relaxed and calm, with his hair glued back, revealing a full and smooth forehead. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were focused and bright, as if he had fallen into the starlight.

The staggeringly complicated technical terms and data flowed out of his mouth easily and smoothly like notes on the keyboard, and connected to the boring and monotonous PPT, as if a perfect and beautiful song was automatically generated.

At this moment, Ruan Nam Can was shining brightly, and Ruan Nam Can, who was always in a daze and acting outrageously in normal times, was a completely different person.

People always shine when they do what they love.

I have to admit that this kind of Ruan Nancan is indeed very attractive. Fang Congxia pressed the shutter several times in a row, and the teasing and contempt for Ruan Nancan in his eyes was also put away.

After listening for a while, he opened the memo on his mobile phone to write and draft the topic of this interview.

But in the middle of writing, inexplicably, he began to lose his mind.

The object of distraction is Ruan Nancan.

When writing "different", he suddenly thought of the slender waist that Ruan Nancan inadvertently revealed last night, and Ruan Nancan who was sitting on the curb in a formal suit and smirking at him on Saturday evening, and the earlier Ruan Nancan, who bowed his head and carefully admitted his mistakes some of the time.

However, what was even more strange was that the thunderous applause sounded, and after Ruan Nam Tsan stepped down from the stage, those scenes seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, and all of them disappeared from his mind.

Fang Congxia was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his eyes to look in the direction of the podium.

Ruan Nancan had already sat back in his seat, tilting his head and chatting intimately with his instructor.

He didn't know what he said, but he lowered his eyes and smiled, his cheeks puffed up slightly, and a pair of very shallow dimples appeared on both sides of his mouth.

Fang Cong Xia Xin's profile picture was scratched, and suddenly thought of an adjective - cute.

As soon as this word appeared, he was startled, it was too scary, even if Ruan Nancan helped him take care of the cub, it shouldn't be a "cute" evaluation, at most it could be considered "kind".

There were too many anomalies this day, and he didn't look at Ruan Nancan again until the presentation of the project report was over.

Putting aside distracting thoughts, he used the remaining 10 minutes to write the first draft of the interview.

At the end of the presentation, he received comments and revisions from the editor-in-chief.

At the same time, Ruan Nancan received a text message from Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu told him that Fang Congxia would continue to follow up the interview, and told him not to worry, just cooperate to complete the remaining work.

It was really great news. He couldn't help but smirk while holding his phone, and couldn't help humming his own out-of-key song.

The crowd dispersed, and only Ruan Nancan standing in the front row and Fang Congxia sitting in the back row remained in the huge auditorium.

From a distance of six or seven meters, Ruan Nancan stared at Fang Congxia from a distance, his eyes burning.

He didn't know what caused Fang Congxia to change his mind and was willing to continue working with him.

But this should be considered a good sign, at least Fang Congxia will stay with him for a full month.

Manual Sixty: Strike while the iron is hot.

Encouraged by Ruan Nancan, he developed a burst of courage and impulsiveness. He rolled up the information booklet in his hand and made a trumpet-shaped call to Fang Congxia:

"Fang Congxia, do you want to go to my house? My brother and parents are not at home!"

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