Oxidation reaction

Fang Congxia didn't make Ruan Nancan wait too long. About three days later, Ruan Nancan received a call from Fang Congxia.

At that time, he was processing an experimental data. The mobile phone was placed on the side of the experimental table and vibrated for a long time before Ruan Nancan picked it up to look at it.

Fang Congxia's name kept flashing on the screen.

After staying for a few seconds, he picked it up and heard Fang Congxia's voice again.

He said: "Hello, Ruan, I'm Fang Congxia, is it convenient to answer the phone?"

Very polite and alienated words, just like the house selling calls Ruan Nancan once received.

Ruan Nancan was stunned, and replied in a low voice, "It's convenient".

In the next 2 minutes, Fang Congxia briefly stated his arrangements for the next interview, and asked Ruan Nancan to add him as a WeChat friend to discuss possible issues involved in the interview.

Ruan Nancan agreed, he opened WeChat and saw Fang Congxia's friend request.

Fang Congxia's profile picture is a black cat with big eyes and bright yellow pupils.

It was probably a surprise shooting. The black cat looked at the camera with frightened eyes, but also showed a bit of ignorance and cuteness.

Ruan Nancan caressed and saved the picture.

Fang Congxia sent him a word document, which was an interview question, and after a few seconds, he sent another paragraph.

【Look at it first, if there is no problem, we will follow this version.

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Ruan Nancan browsed briefly, typed "no problem" on the dialog box, and after confirming that there would be no mistakes, he carefully clicked send.

After waiting for a few minutes, Fang Congxia did not reply to the new message. Ruan Nancan was a little anxious, holding his mobile phone, wanting to ask him why he didn't reply, but he didn't know that it was impolite to do so.

After struggling for a long time, Ruan Nancan began to lose his mind.

It wasn't until the brothers in the same group called his name in a panic that he came back to his senses and asked what was wrong with a little bluntness.

The senior brother frowned, and said to him sympathetically, "Your experiment is over."

Ruan Nanshen's eyes widened, and he hurried over to check.

The chemical substance in the measuring cup has turned into black iron due to overtime, exuding an unpleasant burnt smell.

The experiment failed, but Fang Congxia still didn't reply him.

Ruan Nancan put away his phone expressionlessly, and started to deal with the spoiled compound.

In the process of processing, he suddenly remembered that after he and Ruan Beichuan finished the interview last night, Ruan Beichuan bitterly accused him of perfunctory attitude towards the interview, saying that it was disrespectful to reporters.

Thinking of this, Ruan Nancan couldn't help but wonder if Fang Congxia was still angry.

Thinking of this, Ruan Nanshen became anxious again, he hurriedly disposed of the wreckage of the compound, and called Ruan Beichuan.

Ruan Beichuan was probably in class, so he didn't answer his call right away, and only picked up after 2 minutes.

"Hey, what's the matter, bro, I'm in class."

Ruan Beichuan's voice was very low, and the impassioned voice of the lecturer could be vaguely heard through the receiver.

But Ruan Nanshen didn't feel sorry, he said "oh" and said slowly: "Beichuan, how did you say I should apologize to Fang Congxia yesterday?"

"Ah?" Ruan Beichuan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect his brother to call him in a hurry, just because of a simple apology.

He was a little helpless and had nothing to do, so he could only say, "I edited it and sent it to you."

Ruan Nancan hung up the phone.

Two minutes later, Ruan Beichuan sent a message, and also attached a WeChat public account article to share—"How do people with high EQ express their apologies to those around them?"

Ruan Nanshen frowned, first read the apology message edited by Ruan Beichuan, and then clicked on the article. He felt that Ruan Beichuan and the article on the official account were not much better than him, so he decided to edit it himself.

But he skillfully added part of Ruan Beichuan and the article, so the final generated text became like this:

【Mr. Fang Congxia, you seem to be angry, and I feel bad too.

This is my first interview, so please forgive me for not doing well.

If I can't forgive, I can't forgive myself.

So please forgive me [poor]]

Ruan Nancan was very satisfied and sent it to Fang Congxia after reading it through.

Looking at the message Delivered at the bottom of the screen, he remembered that the article said that more expressions can be used to express friendship, so he sent a few more expressions.

【[Smile][Smile][Smile]】

【[Laughing][Laughing][Laughing]】

The dialog box was stuffed to the brim, and it looked very friendly. Ruan Nancan completely relaxed, turned off the phone and redo the experiment.

In the evening, Ruan Nancan received a reply from Fang Congxia.

He first sent three question marks over, and then asked Ruan Nancan if he was sick, but he withdrew them all after a few seconds and replaced them with a very official [It's okay, I'm not angry with classmate Ruan [smile]].

At this time, Ruan Nanshen was very thankful that he didn't play games with Ruan Beichuan, otherwise he would not have been able to see the news of Fang Congxia's withdrawal.

But even if he saw it, he didn't quite understand the emotional meaning of these two messages, so he didn't feel very happy.

Then Fang Congxia asked him when he was free and needed to determine the time and place of the interview.

Because he wanted to meet Fang Congxia earlier, Ruan Nancan picked an afternoon two days later, and offered to provide a suitable location for the interview - a small lounge in the laboratory cubicle.

After returning from the capital, Ruan Nancan dreamed of Fang Congxia interviewing him several times.

It was still the same coffee shop in the capital, Fang Cong Xiaheng looked at him coldly, staring at him impatiently, with a lot of hate hidden in his eyes, as if Ruan Nancan was some disgusting garbage.

The fear and sadness in the dream were too real, and there was almost no sense of separation from Fang Congxia in reality. Ruan Nanshen was so frightened that he lost sleep for several days.

In order to prevent the dream from becoming a reality, he carefully summarized the reasons for the failure of the last interview, one of which was that the unfamiliar environment caused anxiety and prevented him from concentrating on answering the questions.

Therefore, he prefers to conduct interviews in a familiar environment.

Fang Congxia agreed, and after saying some polite words, he reminded Ruan Nancan again that he could prepare interview questions in advance so as not to be unable to answer them at that time.

The conversation ended happily. Ruan Nancan thought for a while, and decided to ask Ruan Beichuan to help him complete the interview.

He dialed Ruan Beichuan's number, and after ten seconds, Ruan Beichuan's cursing voice came from the receiver.

"Ruan Nancan, is there something wrong with you? Why are you calling across the wall?"

Ruan Nanshen didn't refute him, but said: "Beichuan, I have an interview the day after tomorrow, come and help me."

Ruan Beichuan sighed heavily, turned off the computer and came over without saying anything.

When he came, Ruan Nancan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyebrows were knit together, and he was looking at the screen of the laptop with tangled eyes.

"What are you doing?" Ruan Beichuan asked.

Ruan Nancan turned his laptop screen to Ruan Beichuan with a serious expression, "I'm looking at the interview questions."

Ruan Beichuan leaned over and stared at the screen.

A few minutes later, he chuckled, and said to Ruan Nancan a little speechlessly: "These questions are very simple, and you have already figured out the answers. When the time comes, just say it. What can I do for you?"

Ruan Nancan let out an "ah", paused for a while, and then whispered, "But I can't say it."

He was a little depressed, the corners of his mouth were turned down, his eyelids drooped listlessly, and he looked a little pitiful.

Ruan Beichuan clicked his tongue, crawled over and sat next to Ruan Nancan, and asked, "Then why can't you tell?"

Ruan Nancan froze for a moment, buried his head in his arms, and said sullenly, "I'm nervous."

"What?" Ruan Beichuan couldn't help laughing out, "Are you nervous? Hahaha no bro, it's just a small interview. Why are you nervous?"

What are you nervous about?Ruan Nancan didn't know either.

He consulted relevant books, but did not come up with an accurate answer.

At this time, Ruan Beichuan suddenly screamed, Ruan Nancan frowned, thought he was noisy, and wanted him to shut up.

But Ruan Beichuan called his name, "Ruan Nancan, who is Fang Congxia? How did you steal his photos?"

Ruan Nancan froze for a moment, then looked up.

On Ruan Beichuan's lap was his high school Chinese textbook, and he was holding a half-length photo with yellowed edges in his hand.

Ruan Nancan was startled, his ears turned red, he crawled over on hands and feet, and shouted at Ruan Beichuan, "Give it back to me! Why didn't you ask me to go through my things without my permission?"

"Why do you have such a big reaction? It's just a photo."

Ruan Beichuan didn't take it seriously, and raised his hand. After a few seconds, he stared at Ruan Nancan with wide eyes, and asked, "No, you don't... like this Fang Congxia, do you?"

Ruan Nancan was discouraged, and he was almost overwhelmed by the humiliation of being discovered by others.

He lowered his head, sat back in his original position listlessly, and gave a very soft "hmm".

"Fuck!" Ruan Beichuan opened his mouth wide in surprise, looking at Ruan Nancan as if he saw a fossil of a billion years ago, "Ruan Nancan, you actually have someone you like! And you are a Man, shit, see you soon!"

This statement is suspected of being exaggerated, but it is reasonable to put it here with Ruan Nancan.

Because in his world, apart from scientific research and learning, nothing seems to arouse his interest.

Ruan Nancan didn't speak, but hugged his legs tightly and buried his head even lower.

He wrapped himself in the darkness, and the light and shadow fell between his legs, casting a patch of bright and dark light, as if Fang Congxia was looking into his eyes.

This photo was stolen by Nguyen Nam Chan.

In the last half year of school at the High School Attached to Z University, Fang Congxia graduated from high school.

As the top [-] of the school's college entrance examination results, the school took photos of them and kept them on the bulletin board at the school gate for exhibition.

Fang Congxia was No. 30. On a Wednesday night, Ruan Nancan sneaked into the school and tore down this photo.

And half an hour before that, Fang Congxia rejected his confession.

"Hey brother."

Ruan Beichuan pushed him, "How far have you two progressed? Have you confessed your love?"

Ruan Nancan nodded, then shook his head, he didn't know how to describe it.

"What do you mean? Did you confess your love?" Ruan Beichuan asked.

Ruan Nancan thought for a while and replied cautiously: "I confessed my love when I was 15 years old, but he refused.

Now...he doesn't seem to remember me. "

Ruan Beichuan opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Damn it, you're 15 years old! You're actually cheating on my puppy love!"

Ruan Nanshen felt that Ruan Beichuan's words were wrong, he was not with Fang Congxia, how could it be regarded as puppy love.

"I don't have a puppy love."

He looked at Ruan Beichuan with dissatisfaction, and retorted: "Puppy love refers to the relationship between underage men and women.

We are not together, it cannot be regarded as puppy love. "

But Ruan Beichuan didn't care about these, and asked again: "Why did he reject you? How did he refuse?"

"Oh."

Ruan Nancan's mood became depressed, "He said I am a child, he doesn't like children, let me study hard, don't think about these messes."

The 15-year-old Ruan Nam Can is only 1.6 meters long. Because he hides indoors all year round and does not exercise, his skin is very fair, and he does not have the youth and vigor that a boy of this age should have.

His facial features are not good-looking either, with pale eyebrows, a collapsed nose bridge, and pimples on his forehead. The only thing that can be regarded as outstanding is his round and big eyes.

But when combined together, they look dull, with a childish youthfulness.

Of course Fang Congxia wouldn't like him.

But 20-year-old Ruan Nancan is no longer a child, he wants to be Fang Congxia's boyfriend.

"I still like him."

He looked at Ruan Beichuan with bright eyes, and begged, "Brother, please help me."