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Senior sister Zhao Xuan walked into the laboratory with the ballot form, and her high and bright voice penetrated the white mist rising from the coffee cup.

"Good news! Friends!"

"Is the subsidy finally going to be issued?!"

"The project fund has come down?"

"Can I claim the ticket for my last meeting?"

"..." Zhao Xuan was speechless for a while, raised her eyebrows with joy and raised the ballot in her hand: "Ahem! This year's top ten young candidates, our brother Pei is on the list, one person, one vote, I will vote for everyone later. .”

Naturally, it is impossible for anyone to object.

The laboratory suddenly became lively and chaotic.

"Senior brother Pei has to treat you again."

"That must be done, it's a sure thing!"

"Great S, the resumes of the other candidates are not enough." One person picked up the leaflet and looked at it a few times: "Fuck, the science and technology university next door has been selected so many? Brother Pei has won so many international competition awards, it is not at all One level. Will their school candidates be embarrassed when they see it." The contempt was palpable.

Someone was amused: "Hahahahahahaha, your mouth is really bad."

Jiang Xing frowned, took out the hand that was adjusting the dye, picked up a candidate introduction and read it carefully.

Zhao Xuan was in a hurry to collect the votes: "If you don't have any comments, I'll go to the administration building to teach the materials later, and I'll vote for all of our votes together."

"Okay, thank you, sister!"

"Miss Xuan has worked hard."

Zhao Xuan waved her hand, turned and walked out the door, a moderate voice stopped her.

"Well, can I have that ballot for me?"

The voice is cool and thin, but the tone is very steady, like a cool wind passing through the hall, everyone's eyes drifted like slanting rain, half serious and half curious.

"Huh?" Zhao Xuan was taken aback, and joked, "Can't I just pay it together? Why, could it be that you want to secretly choose someone else?"

"Huh?" What is sneaking?Jiang Xing raised his head in a daze, his fair face showed a little doubt, and asked softly, "Isn't this democratic anonymous voting?"

Jiang Xing raised the flyer in his hand, as if the group of people could not read: "It's written on it."

"..." Zhao Xuan didn't expect that this junior who had only been here for less than a semester was the wise and powerful Senior Brother Pei who really didn't intend to vote for them. She didn't know what to say for a while, "That's what I said, but..."

But this is a sense of collective honor, it is to win glory for the school and the department, it is what the people want, and it is an honor to be a teacher who came from the same school.

Why are you the only one who is so independent and special, to destroy everyone's tacit agreement and the collective climax of common glory.

Jiang Xing seemed to have not figured it out yet, raised his eyelids, blinked slowly, and said slowly, "I thought democratic anonymous voting means that you can vote for whoever you want, and you don't have to tell whoever you vote for."

When he spoke, he had no expression, and his tone was flat, without any emotion of sarcasm or blame.

Words with no special meaning coming out of his inarticulate mouth are like a thin needle falling on the listener's heart, pricking out extremely uncomfortable feelings.

People around began to whisper, Zhao Xuan's face flushed slightly, feeling that Jiang Xing was stubborn and not easy to get angry, so she gave a strange smile with an ugly expression: "Then who do you want to choose?"

Jiang Xing really lowered his head and looked at it seriously. After carefully screening one by one, he pointed to a head portrait with a warm smile and said with appreciation, "I think this candidate is very good."

Ren Xilin.

He is a man of great news and media expertise at the F major next door, a reporter who is upright and fair, dares to speak out and disclose the facts, is not afraid of offending the powerful and powerful, and insists on fairness and justice.

Below are the introductions and recommendations of their school students, saying that Senior Brother Ren had protected many juniors and juniors who were scammed and abused by the Internet when he was in school, and disclosed many major campus bullying cases, nicknamed Ren Qingtian.

Seeing Jiang Xing was so envious.

If only he had such an upright brother from the same sect.

Speak up for injustice and justify the name of injustice.

He couldn't stop others from voting for Pei Lu, but at least he had to stick to his heart. To put it bluntly, Pei Lu was just sitting on the sidelines with his arms closed.

No matter how young and promising, no matter how dazzling the aura is, it is despicable and despicable to cover up the fruits of plagiarism and robbery.

Zhao Xuan thought that he could choose some kind of genius to compete against Pei Lu, but it turned out that he was a rival from the next door family, and his record was far inferior to Pei Lu's. She smiled contemptuously: "That's it? These are not enough in front of Senior Brother Pei. Do you like it?"

Pei Lu's supporters were dissatisfied, and he went online: "Is it okay to have a sense of collective honor? After all, I also studied so much at S University, did the school treat you badly? You can't be a person who can be self-conscious."

"That's right, the top ten youths are certified by the official media, and they are evaluated every four years. The fat water does not leave anyone else's field. Isn't the tide going up when Senior Brother Pei is elected to our institute? It sounds good when you say it, why do you want to raise others' momentum?"

Someone took a look at the candidate leaflet and smiled contemptuously: "I think this Ren Xilin is just a mouthful. It's not easy to say a few words on the Internet these days. It's better to say than to sing. Embroidered pillows, cream face, what's there to vote for?"

Jiang Xing was speechless, unbelievable, he seemed to understand why his grievances were not avenged, and the dawn he was looking forward to had not come yet.

Because no one cares, as long as the devouring sword doesn't fall on their heads, they don't care.

Jiang Xing's expression darkened instantly, his eyebrows frowned, and he corrected the senior brother who was smiling and pretending to be relaxed very seriously, even the volume suddenly increased a lot, and every word was clear in the laboratory in the afternoon.

"Why do you say that!?"

When he got serious, he looked very straight, and his words were very written, as if he was writing a composition: "Guaranteeing justice is the most precious quality in this era. Can you guarantee that you will never become a victim of unfair treatment? The real turn When you get to yourself, you will know how noble it is for a person to be selfless and uphold justice."

Others may seem a bit secondary when they say this, but Jiang Xing said it with such a pure and serious expression, it is not very strange.

The senior brother blushed, and was angered by such a junior's righteous words in public: "Heh, what is the most precious quality, Jiang Xing, are you naive and simple, or are you a student who has not finished the second semester of elementary school? I think you just don't want to Vote for Senior Brother Pei, look at the bunch of good excuses you found."

Just as he was restless, he suddenly heard a deep and serious voice coming from the door: "What are you all doing together?"

Fang Xu followed behind Pei Lu, and the two had stood at the back door for a long time. They were just passing by, but they didn't expect to encounter such a farce.

At the beginning, when Fang Xu heard Jiang Xing's untimely bomb started to talk nonsense again, he felt guilty in his heart, for fear that he would reveal that matter.

While observing Pei Lu's expressionless face, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly said, "It's Jiang Xing again, he's not very smart, I'll go and tell him."

Unexpectedly, Pei Lu glanced at him, and pressed his hand extra hard, Fang Xu let out a "squeak", and his shoulder hurt.

No one knew that Pei Lu would come.

The people who had been arguing fiercely felt guilty at the moment. They didn't know when the boss would come and how much he had heard, but they all lowered their heads and no one answered.

Only Jiang Xing didn't know whether he didn't care or was really dull, still stubbornly raised his neck, the beautiful lines were outlined by the golden sunset outside the window, like a proud, angry, tireless swan.

Pei Lu's face was as deep as water, his eyes were clear and calm, he swept across the trembling crowd one by one, and finally stopped on Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing was neither humble nor overbearing, and looked straight into his eyes as deep as sinking pools.

After a long while, Pei Lu first looked away, raised his long fingers, tapped the table with his backhand warningly, and said seriously: "The laboratory is a place for experiments, not a political square."

"Democratic voting, personal will, independent action, no need to get together to discuss."

"If it's not an academic issue, it's not an example to gather a crowd to argue."

Maybe it's because his voice is naturally low and cold, which can easily cause the listener to obey psychologically. Today he is wearing a formal suit again, his handsome and sharp eyebrows sink down, and his aura is overwhelming.

Everyone shrank their heads and dispersed, only Jiang Xing was still studying the leaflet in his hand.

In the end, he still got the vote that belonged to him.

It was Pei Lu who returned it to him from Zhao Xuan himself.

Pei Lu went back to the office and looked at a few data reports, but didn't read much, and grabbed the candidate leaflet casually.

His eyes unconsciously focused on the young man who was lucky enough to get Jiang Xing's precious and solemn vote.

Probably where is he better than himself?

A professional reporter means good observation and eloquence.

Dare to speak bluntly, which shows that the character is upright and the character is upright.

He should be a more righteous and enthusiastic person who exposes the facts and protects the alumni.

Did Jiang Xing know him before?

If not, how could he just glance at the leaflet and say that this person has the most precious qualities?

Does he have a soft spot for this type of people?

At least it's a preference.

Unlike myself, it seems that nothing can please this person.

He just looked at him with hostility, disdain and indifference from nowhere, as if they were enemies who had always been opposed.

Why is this so?

Jiang Xing probably didn't know that his serious and innocent expression and calm but contemptuous eyes were cruel and could hurt people's hearts.

At least it will hurt Pei Luji's heart which is rarely warmed up for a while.

The faint sense of repulsion and resistance that always filled Jiang Xing's body was blunt and inexplicable, which was puzzling.

Like a mess of twine, he couldn't find a knot to tie it.

After repeated reflection, he thought he hadn't offended the other party.

Pei Lu watched the sunset outside the floor-to-ceiling windows in silence, took two sips of coffee without eating, and told himself that he didn't care at all, he was just curious.

He doesn't care about these bubble honors, he just wants to find some reason for him to lose this vote.

He didn't lose to Ren Xilin.

He lost to Jiang Xing.

Pei Lu clearly saw that Jiang Xing secretly rolled his eyes when he passed by just now, and said to himself in a very low voice: "Democracy and science, what science is there without democracy."

His eyes are big, black and white, and rolling his eyes is not only not ugly, but also looks like the Teletubbies he used in an emoji on the forum.

The anime character also rolled his eyes, and the accompanying text was "garbage".

Pei Lu silently said the word "garbage".

Jiang Xing is the most difficult experiment he has ever done. There are no theorems to follow, no equations to refer to, and all the intersections and relationships are fueled by his enthusiasm and patience to find a solution that cannot be expected.

Is it okay to not solve this question?

It seems impossible.

Because in this question, Pei Lu got a glimpse of his enthusiasm, persistence and full devotion to science. Here, Jiang Xing is the closest place to him from the past, from purity, and from the truth.

From the beginning, curiosity made him pick up the pen, and he could only keep counting.