On a thousand fishing tips for green tea

"Wear more, it must be very cold at night." Du Ting huddled under the quilt, "I originally wanted you to help me bring the fried skewers from the cafeteria, but I heard that the light rain will turn into a heavy rain at night, so let's forget it."

After he finished speaking, Ni Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes, "Where did you learn such green words?"

If it was normal, Du Ting would at most get up and rush to Ni Xiaoxiao's bed to give him a heavy blow, but today Du Ting read to the phone with confidence:

"What a blogger with millions of fans said-sometimes to achieve the goal, retreat is also a means to advance, and make good use of words such as 'forget it' and 'I'm okay'."

Ni Xiaoxiao also became curious: "Is there such a blogger?"

Du Ting nodded, "Yes, and this blogger has never shown his face and rarely posts on Weibo. Just like that, he has more than 100 million fans."

"Then how did you pay attention? Big data push? What do you usually care about?"

Du Ting leaned against the head of the bed, "I have dabbled in many majors, but I am not proficient in any of them."

"..."

It is true that Wuyi is proficient in this point. Du Ting is very clear about his position, otherwise he would not have so many resources in his hand but he didn't even remember a few poses, and he might even be inferior to the beginner Song Nanqi.

"What blogger, show me?"

The blogger's name is a bit of a mouthful.

Delicious food, good wine and good food.

He seldom reposts Weibo, and most of the original Weibo is about daily life, or some photos of body parts such as fingers and clothes.

Ni Xiaoxiao was excited to watch, and she didn't forget to share it with Ye Jiaqing who was getting dressed, "I think this blogger is mainly showing his face, and there must be more than a million fans."

Ye Jiaqing put on the sweater, pulled the collar off his head, brushed his tousled hair a few times, and then squinted to look at the Weibo page displayed on Du Ting's phone.

When he saw it clearly, Ye Jiaqing's heart was full of "shit".

This is his trumpet!

How did Du Ting find out!

Either Du Ting's favorite type has remained unchanged for thousands of years, he thinks Ye Jiaqing is the prettiest in his life, and he still likes the same type as Ye Jiaqing on the Internet, otherwise big data will not push Ye Jiaqing's Weibo post last month to him look.

Ye Jiaqing looked at it for a while, then nodded thoughtfully, "It's okay." They are all photos he took very seriously, can you?

Inside the sweater was a light blue shirt, which made Ye Jiaqing gentle and gentle, like a fresh lily with soft and fluttering stems.

Not paying attention to the fact that Du Ting paid attention to her trumpet, Ye Jiaqing walked around in front of Song Nanqi, "It's okay, it's more formal."

Song Nanqi's eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, and then said: "It's cold at night, you need to bring a coat."

"I know, I'll add another one to the outside later."

"You remember to take the umbrella."

"Ah."

Ye Jiaqing immersed himself in preparing the manuscript to go through it again, and Du Ting pulled Song Nanqi away again, "Old Song, I just said that I want to eat fried skewers, did you hear me?" He asked in a low voice.

Song Nanqi looked up at him, "I heard you."

Du Ting lay on the bed rail, "And then? Do you want to bring it to me?"

"You say, forget it." Song Nanqi shattered Du Ting's dream with a neutral tone.

Du Ting: "..."

Ni Xiaoxiao conveniently paid attention to "Jia Yao Mei Cuisine", and said without raising her head, "Do you think Lao Song would like you?"

Du Ting: "Why don't you eat? The blogger clearly said that no one can escape his palm."

"That's the blogger's palm, not yours."

"..."

On the way to the teaching building, there was already heavy rain. Autumn has always stayed in Xintai for a very short time, and the bleak autumn day was chased away in just one night.

Ye Jiaqing shivered. He put on a relatively thin padded jacket. It wasn't cold, but the chill was overwhelming, and he didn't feel comfortable with it.

Song Nanqi put away the umbrella, and the rain splashed down on the umbrella. He stood the umbrella by the wall of the corridor, and walked into the building with Ye Jiaqing in his arms.

They should have come relatively late, the teams participating in the competition have already arrived, and the students who need to wear formal clothes are only the students who are presenting on stage. Even if they are not wearing formal clothes, it is easy to distinguish. on stage.

Jiang Lu is also there.

He was leaning against the wall, wearing a black suit, and he didn't look old-fashioned, even his hair was specially combed. As soon as Ye Jiaqing and Song Nanqi appeared, he saw it.

"Small school girl!" Jiang Lu ran to Ye Jiaqing to say hello, and then turned to Song Nanqi, "Good evening, Song Nanqi."

Song Nanqi also said indifferently, "Good evening, senior."

"..."

Ye Jiaqing saw the suit on the other party's body and asked, "You also participated?"

Jiang Lu felt a headache when he mentioned this, so he squeezed the manuscript into a strand, and then spread it out, "Our group signed up, but my English is not good, so my task is to check the information, but last night, just last night! That one came to the stage Stated it! There was an accident at home, and she asked for leave! The others speak English as well as I do.”

He paused for a moment, apparently restraining himself before raising his voice, "But, because I'm more handsome, they said that the teachers might give me more points, so I just bit the bullet and took it." Jiang Lu last night I stayed up all night and was still stuttering until morning.

Five to eight minutes, this time is definitely not long, but in the process, you have to state a research topic in professional terms, or express it in English, and after the statement, you have to face questions from the teachers. harshness of other team members.

"I'm really, I'm not afraid of this manuscript, I'm afraid of those stupid questions later," Jiang Lu scratched his head, "I watched the videos of the previous sessions, and one of the research questions was: the treatment of hbv. The questions are weird, they are just funny, and some are deliberately difficult, let alone whether I can answer them, the main thing is that I may not be able to understand them."

"Jing Chen also participated. Fortunately, I didn't draw with him in the draw. It's okay to be in the front. If it is in the back, it will be a dimensionality reduction blow."

Comparing sophomores and juniors together this year, the number of groups has more than doubled, and the seats in the classroom are almost full.

Ye Jiaqing comforted Jiang Lu for a while, then looked at the time, "I feel like two hours won't be over."

Song Nanqi hummed, "But if you don't turn off the lights tonight, it's fine."

Ye Jiaqing looked down at the manuscript, which was densely written in English, most of which were introductions about the topics selected by the group, and the host had to give a simple two-sentence introduction to the topics selected.

There are too many majors to participate in, each talking about their own, which needs to be reconciled by the host.

Ye Jiaqing had a headache watching it. He felt that those majors he majored in were already very troublesome, and other majors were simply bibles for him. Although he was in the same medical school, he was a freshman, and the courses he took were not even superficial, so those majors It was the esoteric topic that made his eyes darken.

"Song Nanqi, you said earlier that your family has a hospital. Are there doctors in your family?" Ye Jiaqing asked suddenly.

"No," Song Nanqi looked out the window, "My grandfather is the dean, my father is the director of the Department of Internal Medicine, and other relatives are also engaged in other industries."

"What is internal medicine?" Ye Jiaqing asked.

"All internal medicine, gastroenterology, endocrinology, nephrology." Song Nanqi paused, "Are you interested in internal medicine?"

Ye Jiaqing met Song Nanqi's stern gaze, and his breath was stagnant, "No, I'm just asking, when will it be allocated by the hospital?"

"Not necessarily. If you are a Ph.D. student, you should specialize in a certain department, but in fact, there are many people who only start to learn to treat diseases in the department when they are in the department," Song Nanqi said in a serious tone, "There are actually only a few common diseases in each department. Doctors are not omnipotent, and they also need to keep learning."

Ye Jiaqing nodded, "I understand."

In fact, he has never been clear about what to do in the future. He can do whatever he wants. Even a doctor, in Ye Jiaqing's eyes, is similar to other professions. He will obey what should be observed in his profession when he gets paid and works, but He didn't know what to do with the extra.

Song Nanqi didn't know when he took his hand out of his pocket. He pinched Ye Jiaqing's fingers and said in a low voice: "Medical workers are very hard. You should think about it before starting your career. If you don't like clinical work, you can go to work in the company. , or the institute, it would be much better not to deal with patients and their families."

He could tell that Ye Jiaqing's mind was wandering, not because he was not down-to-earth, but because the other party didn't know what he wanted.

Ye Jiaqing raised his eyes, "What about you?"

"I will go to the clinic, Wuwu, I study medicine to save lives and heal the wounded."

"But doing academics is pretty much the same."

"Different."

But Song Nanqi didn't say anything different.

Needless to say, Ye Jiaqing also knew.

The profile of the boy's face was tall and aloof, with firm eyes.

Ye Jiaqing's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, and he had a feeling of "how can I be liked by Song Nanqi".

At seven o'clock, the competition officially began.

Ye Jiaqing opened the show, and the people below never expected that the junior student would be the host. He was wearing a white sweater, with clear and handsome eyes, clear words, and standard pronunciation, including some rare medical terms. He could also pronounce them fluently down.

The first group is imaging, and their topic is "The application value of magnetic resonance angiography collateral vessels in the prognosis of mechanical thrombectomy after stroke".

Ye Jiaqing introduced a few words, got off the stage, and was dragged aside by a boy leaning against the wall.

The other party was obviously the speaker of the next group, and he lowered his head shyly, "Primary boy, your English is really good, can you add a contact information so that I can ask you for advice later?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jiaqing felt his neck being touched.

He immediately looked sideways.

Song Nanqi's eyes were dark, "Is it cold?"

Ye Jiaqing shook her head subconsciously, "It's not cold."

As a result, the senior who was going to ask Ye Jiaqing for advice suddenly stopped talking and concentrated on looking at the manuscript in his hand.

There are a lot of people in the classroom, Song Nanqi is the moderator, but he is still listening to the statement and discussion on the topic selection, Ye Jiaqing can't understand, the key is that the major is different, and many medical terms have never been heard , he was dumbfounded.

Only the teachers in the first and second rows can understand.

At the end of the presentation, the girl who gave the speech was obviously relieved. She held the microphone and waited nervously for the teacher to ask questions.

The teacher also asked questions in English. After all, there was no manuscript. The girl answered in a stuttering manner, not knowing whether the answer was correct or not. Fortunately, no classmates made things difficult for her, and she successfully ended the questioning session.

The total score is 78, and the first group is [-]. The scoring standard can be said to be very strict.

Ye Jiaqing said, "It's amazing, but why is it only 78?"

Song Nanqi explained to him in a low voice, "The topic selection of their group is correct, and the direction of the search is no problem, but the information is not complete, only one paper was found before March last year, but at the beginning of this year, the medical core journal Posted another one."

Ye Jiaqing was surprised and said, "Teacher Song, why do you know everything?"

Ye Jiaqing thought that he would hear something like "As long as you take the initiative to learn, there is nothing you don't know", but the answer was completely unexpected by Ye Jiaqing.

Song Nanqi's expression was casual, "The paper at the beginning of this year was written by my second uncle."

Ye Jiaqing: "..."

The three hosts went up in turn. Ye Jiaqing thought that Chu Che was going to be a monster, but he didn't expect that everything was normal, and he didn't even have a single extra word.

When the competition reached the last group, Ye Jiaqing was so thirsty that he slapped Song Nanqi, "I'll go outside to buy water from the vending machine, do you want it?"

Song Nanqi's eyes flickered over Ye Jiaqing's lips, "Yes."

Ye Jiaqing stuffed the manuscript into Song Nanqi's hand, grabbed the phone and ran out.

He ran into Jing Chen and Chu Che who just came out of the bathroom.

The latter had an indifferent expression and unwilling eyes. Chu Che usually showed a very gentle expression, and he rarely showed such an expression. Ye Jiaqing just glanced at him, and then greeted Jing Chen.

Jing Chen was easy-going, "Buy water?"

Ye Jiaqing nodded, and pointed to the soda on the fourth floor, "How about senior? I'll treat you and Jiang Lu to a drink."

Jing Chen refused with a smile, and Bang Jiang Lu also refused, and then said gently: "It's so cold, don't drink cold."

Ye Jiaqing nodded obediently, "Okay." Then she pressed the button under the ice water.

"..."

Chu Che and Jing Chen returned to the classroom first.

Jing Chen glanced at Ye Jiaqing who was still paying in front of the vending machine, his eyes softened, and when he looked at Chu Che, he became cold, "Student Chu Che, I usually don't warn a person repeatedly, there will be no next time." ,Understand?"

Chu Che didn't speak.

Jing Chen sneered, "It's thanks to you to put snakes in other people's pockets."

Chu Che was very annoyed when Jing Chen spoke out about his shameful despicable behavior, "It's non-toxic."

"I don't care if it's poisonous or not," Jing Chen paused slightly, "Chu Che, I'm not as good-tempered as they said, if there is another time, I'll throw you into the snake's den."

A gust of gloomy wind blew through the back of Chu Che's head. He saw the ring on Ye Jiaqing's finger. It was cheap, plastic-like, and sold on the street. Chu Che was filled with contempt until he saw Song Nanqi's finger with the same ring. style ring.

Song Nanqi, why did you wear this kind of thing with Ye Jiaqing?

Despair came like a torrent.

He just wanted to scare Ye Jiaqing, and that's fine.

Forget it later.

But why did Jingchen jump out again?

"Chu Che?" After Ye Jiaqing bought the water, he found Chu Che standing in the corridor with a very ugly face. He hesitated again and again, thinking of what Song Nanqi said about saving lives and healing the wounded, it would be better for him to ask, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Che came back to his senses, he didn't expect it to be Ye Jiaqing, he was taken aback for a moment, and said "it's okay", which could almost be regarded as fleeing and approaching the classroom.

Ye Jiaqing: "..." What Teacher Song said may not be all right, he doesn't want to help people like Chu Che at all.

After the competition was over and the rankings and teams were announced, the doors of the classroom opened and everyone flocked outside.

Sure enough, the rain became heavier. It was a heavy rain before, but now it was almost like someone was holding a water hose and pouring down from the head.

Ye Jiaqing hid under Song Nanqi's umbrella, the rainwater flowed down the umbrella ribs, and almost all fell on Song Nanqi's arm holding Ye Jiaqing, and it was windy again.

The teaching building of the School of Medicine is located on a low terrain, and the water on the top gathers and rushes down the building. The open space has almost become a reservoir, and the waves beat on the steps.

Ye Jiaqing stopped on the steps, he was serious, "Song Nanqi, my shoes are very expensive, wait until I take them off"

Song Nanqi watched him speechless for a while, and for a moment, he put the umbrella into Ye Jiaqing's hand, but he bent down in front of Ye Jiaqing, the rain fell on his back, and there were also drops of water on the back of his neck.

"You hold an umbrella, and I'll carry you over."

"it is good!"

Ye Jiaqing happily climbed onto Song Nanqi's back. He liked being carried by Song Nanqi like this. Song Nanqi had great strength and walked very steadily.

Ye Jiaqing put his arms around Song Nanqi's neck, and he saw that the water on the ground had covered Song Nanqi's sneakers, and his trouser legs were also soaked by the rain.

Song Nanqi was walking steadily when Ye Jiaqing's palm suddenly reached out from his forehead.

"Mr. Song, this can also block the rain."

The boy's voice was clear and crisp in the back of his head, with a bit of innocence and kindness.

Song Nanqi laughed, "Well, yes."

Some people are sweet in the rain, and some people can't wait to cry behind them.

Jiang Lu stood next to Jing Chen holding an umbrella, and said earnestly, "Don't open an umbrella. If you don't open an umbrella, you can say that the tears on your face are not water, but rain."

Jing Chen turned his head and looked at Jiang Lu with a flat expression.

"..."

Jiang Lu couldn't stand being looked at by Jing Chen like this, his back got hairy, and he immediately begged for mercy, "Okay, I won't say anymore, my love, go back to the dormitory?"

"Let's go." Jing Chen said.

Jiang Lu's skin started to itch again, he jumped in front of Jing Chen, "Cousin, I'll carry you on my back."

"..."

Jing Chen gave him a kick without hesitation, and Jiang Lu flew forward. He rushed a long way before he stood still, and the cold water immediately submerged his shoes.

"Jingchen! These shoes, four thousand and five!!!"

"What do you pay for?"

Song Nanqi's trousers were almost soaked, but Ye Jiaqing was fine, almost didn't get caught in the rain on the way back.

Ni Xiaoxiao was eating potato chips and playing games at the bottom, and she was shocked when she saw Song Nanqi's appearance, "Old Song, what's wrong with you?"

"It's raining too much." Ye Jiaqing said, and after finishing speaking, he took out his big towel from the cabinet and handed it to Song Nanqi, "You should wipe it quickly."

It was useless for Song Nanqi to pick up the towel, he found two pieces of clothes, "I'll take a shower first."

Du Ting lay on the edge of the bed and read to them the new announcement from the group:

"All students, please pay attention to the cold and keep warm. The temperature will drop sharply. There will be rain in the next week. I hope you don't catch a cold. If you feel uncomfortable, seek medical treatment in time."

After he finished speaking, he wrapped himself in a quilt, "I feel that my quilt is a bit thin, I have to ask my mother to send me a thicker quilt."

"Ye Jiaqing, what about you? I don't think your quilt is thick either."

Ye Jiaqing drank water, looked up at his bed, and said calmly, "Oh, I can sleep with Song Nanqi."