Oxidation reaction

After a whole night of deployment, Ruan Beichuan worked out a strategy manual for Ruan Nancan.

The manual has a total of fifty pages and a total of 280 precautions.

Ruan Beichuan said that if you follow the above steps, you will never go wrong.

But when Ruan Nam Than saw words such as "proper seduction" and "women's clothing", he expressed doubts about Ruan Beichuan's ability.

Ruan Beichuan also gave him a small note with an address written on it: 5, Section B, Building 1102, Yuyuan Community, Chongming Street.

He said it was Fang Congxia's address in this city.

Ruan Nancan was puzzled, he didn't understand the meaning that Ruan Beichuan gave him.

Of all the relationship books he's researched, the privacy invasion of asking for someone's address is clearly out of scope.

But Ruan Beichuan said it would be useful, so Ruan Nancan accepted it.

But he didn't pay much attention to it, he just randomly stuffed it into the inside pages of a certain coloring book and kept it.

The second interview was on Tuesday, the weather was very good, and it was the first sunny day since the rainy season in this city.

Ruan Nancan was very happy, he hated the sticky and humid air in rainy days.

And according to reliable astrology books, good things always happen on the first sunny day of the rainy season.

Ruan Nancan is looking forward to it.

At 55:[-] in the afternoon, a dark-skinned young man who claimed to be from the YK newspaper walked into the small lounge of the laboratory.

He wears a pair of rustic black-rimmed glasses, has a cropped head, and wears an old-fashioned blue and white plaid shirt. He has a press card with white letters on a red background hanging around his neck. He has a professional and serious look.

Seeing Ruan Nanshen, the young man smiled briefly, and introduced: "Hi, student Ruan, I'm Li Ming, Fang Congxia's colleague, and I'm in charge of today's interview."

Ruan Nanshen didn't speak, rubbed his eyes vigorously, opened them after a while, stared at Li Ming for a while, and finally confirmed that the person standing in front of him was really not Fang Congxia.

He frowned, feeling a little wronged, a lot of loss, and some emotions he couldn't describe.

Ruan Nancan couldn't tell, but the huge gap made him feel sad, just like Ruan Beichuan bought his long-awaited marshmallows into salted lemons.

His heart felt slightly sore, he touched his chest, and looked down at the data on the heart rate monitor.

no change.

Ruan Nancan sighed lowly, nodded to Li Ming, and said politely, please sit down.

Li Ming walked over and sat down, took out the equipment needed for the interview, and made simple adjustments.

At this time, Ruan Nanshen couldn't help asking a question that Ms. Wu thought was extremely impolite. He said, "Why didn't Fang Congxia come? Does he hate me?"

"No."

Li Ming smiled, and opened the notebook, "The newspaper office has other tasks, and the team leader sent him there."

Ruan Nancan said "Oh", lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then asked in a muffled voice: "Then, shouldn't the task of interviewing me come first? Why didn't he come..."

Li Ming smiled and explained patiently: "Fang Congxia's main job is to shoot interviews, and interviews are just his deputy. There is an interview to shoot today, so the team leader let him go."

After a pause for a few seconds, he joked again with a smile: "Does Ruan like our Fang Congxia so much? It's good to be handsome."

"No."

Ruan Nanshen quickly denied it, his eyes were wandering, his ears were a little red, and he changed the subject a little bluntly, "Let's start."

Li Ming nodded and turned on the recorder.

When the interviewee was changed to Li Ming, Ruan Nancan was not nervous, but he also seemed to lack interest.

He already knew the answers to the interview questions by heart, so when Li Ming asked questions, he could recite them accurately and perfectly.

Therefore, Ruan Nam Chan completed the one-hour interview half an hour ahead of schedule.

Li Ming was very satisfied with his cooperation and praised him several times before leaving with his bag on his back.

The curtains in the living room were broken, and the bright and bright sunlight fell through the tea-brown glass on Ruan Nancan's face. He leaned back on the sofa sleepily, covered his eyes with his palms, and cursed a liar in a low voice.

He would never believe in astrological good luck.

Ruan Nancan had no class in the afternoon, so he tried his best to deal with the tail left by last week's experiment, packed up his things and prepared to go home.

Walking to the school gate, he suddenly remembered the little note Ruan Beichuan gave him last night, and an idea came out of his mind.

According to the manual, actively seeking out the other person to strike up a conversation can help to improve liking.

He sat down on a stone bench close to the school gate, took out his notebook and pencil, and made a battle plan for Fang Congxia on Tuesday.

Step [-]: Find Fang Congxia

Step [-]: Talk to him if he hates himself

Step [-]: Send him two ham sausages to express his heart

Ruan Nancan was very satisfied with his intelligence. He checked the address and commute time of YK Newspaper on the Internet, and took a taxi to the office building of YK Newspaper.

The address is still on Chongming Street, only two streets away from Fang Congxia's house, and it takes about 15 minutes to walk.

Ruan Nancan got out of the car, sat down in the milk tea shop opposite the building where the YK newspaper office was located, and ordered a cup of taro paste Bobo milk green.

After he drank the whole cup of milk tea slowly, biting the straw and staring blankly for 5 minutes, Fang Congxia finally appeared.

Fang Congxia did not wear a formal shirt and trousers that day, and was dressed like a young boy who had just entered college.

He wore a black peaked cap, and his deep eyebrows were hidden under the brim, revealing a tall nose bridge and thin lips.

The hem of the white T-shirt was tucked into the black overalls, and a large black bag that looked heavy was on his back. He hurriedly walked into the revolving glass door of the building and disappeared at the entrance of the elevator at the corner.

Ruan Nanshen raised his arm and waved it with joy, but after a while he realized that Fang Congxia couldn't see it, so he had to lower his arm.

Twenty minutes before the newspaper office got off work, he walked out of the milk tea shop and went to the convenience store next door to buy two corn-flavored XL chicken sausages, and hid near the revolving door of the building.

About 15 minutes later, Fang Congxia came out.

Perhaps because he was off work, he seemed much more relaxed. With a cigarette in his hand, he was walking towards the zebra crossing while joking with his colleagues around him.

Just at the red light, my colleague took a taxi and left. Fang Congxia stood alone at the crossroads, took off his hat, leaned against the telephone pole, and smoked lazily.

During the fifty-odd seconds of waiting for the red light, Ruan Nancan stood five steps away from Fang Congxia, and imagined fifty scenes of asking Fang Congxia, but all of them seemed to be bad.

When the red light turned green, Fang Congxia dusted off the cigarette ash at the trash can next to him, squinted his eyes and took the last puff, threw away the cigarette butt and strode away.

Ruan Nancan frowned anxiously, and followed Fang Congxia at the same distance.

Turning around a crossroad, he saw the gate of Fang Congxia's community.

After another 500 meters, his plan will be aborted.

He thought a little sadly, but Fang Congxia turned around and entered the life supermarket at the door at this moment.

Ruan Nancan was stunned, and he clenched the ham sausage in his hand a little bit at a loss.

He stood stupidly for half a minute, and began to look at the door of the Life Supermarket inappropriately.

Fang Congxia's face mixed with ham sausage, turned into a series of concrete mathematical symbols in his mind, arranged, combined, and transformed according to various mathematical theorems, and finally he came to a more reasonable conclusion: Fang Congxia Xia likes ham sausage.

Ruan Nancan was encouraged. With a smile on his face, he strode to the door of the Life Supermarket, quietly waiting for Fang Congxia to appear.

Three or four minutes later, Fang Congxia came out carrying a plastic bag full of quick-frozen dumplings. Ruan Nancan stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and stuffed two yellow-wrapped ham sausages into Fang Congxia's arms.

He raised his face, widened his eyes, and asked seriously, "Do you hate me?"

Fang Congxia looked shocked, obviously frightened.

He looked at the ham sausage, then at Ruan Nanshen, and three seconds later he frowned, his eyes showed a fierce look, "Are you sick?"

But Ruan Nanshen didn't receive the message from Fang Congxia's eyes, he looked up at Fang Congxia quite seriously, and asked stubbornly, "Do you hate me?"

"Tsk, I found out that you are really sick, the kind that even neurology can't cure."

Fang Congxia raised his eyebrows, looking down at Ruan Nanshen as if he was looking at a mental retardation, and after a few seconds, he added impatiently: "It's fine if you don't hate it."

Ruan Nancan showed a satisfied smile. At this time, he felt that the theory of good luck on a sunny day in astrology is very reliable.

He hooked the corners of his mouth proudly, waved to Fang Congxia, and said goodbye politely: "Goodbye."

Fang Congxia froze for a moment, then called him back, "Wait a minute."

He held up two ham sausages to Ruan Nancan, and asked amusedly, "Are you short-hearted? Why give me this?"

"Oh, this one."

Ruan Nancan gave him a reproachful look, as if blaming him for not knowing the market, but immediately explained patiently: "This is a gift for you, it's delicious, you'll like it."

"I'm leaving."

He happily kicked away, turned on his phone, and wrote in the memo, "Today's strike-up task has been completed."

The author says:

Ruan (blaming face): You still don't understand the market!

The starfish broke down and settled quietly, asking for some starfish~