Ye Lan

So the day went like this.In the blink of an eye, it was September, and after a few autumn rains, the weather suddenly cooled down.The third grade didn't have much extra training, but some big shot parachuted into the city, and the school came to inform them that all four grades had to train in order, so that they could call that unknown big shot to review on National Day.So practice in the morning and practice in the evening, only at noon when you have time to prepare for the competition.Feng Huhu was very angry because of this, and he always shouted at the top of his throat when practicing chanting slogans, as if venting his anger.

Since the drive was replaced with a certain "whirlwind", the performance of throwing deflagration has regressed to about 50 minute and 2 seconds.Although Feng Huo promised that he could drag it down even for [-] minutes, I still feel guilty from time to time.Sometimes when I met Assistant Professor Li at the gate of the comprehensive service station, he would stop and nod at me, which made me feel even more guilty.I seem to be avoiding reality all the time while living up to the expectations of those around me.

When I entered the third grade, my homework became more difficult.But perhaps it was only because the teachers were more inattentive.The teachers of several main courses have become the directors and deputy directors of the various colleges, probably because the nobles are busy, and the classes are just based on the scriptures; the so-called quality of the class only depends on the quality of the presentation on the screen.The teacher of microscopic actor dynamics is an old man surnamed Guo, obese and stuttering: "So, this place, square, what is the winding system and coefficient formula of the third actor?" He took the opportunity to move his eyes to the screen , but it seems that the formula is expressed in the iterative coefficient formula that has become popular in the past two years, and he couldn't read it for a while. "Yes, yes, yes..." After saying "yes" for a long time, faint titters came from the classroom.He became angry, and threw the speech on the ground: "Ah! What kind of crap are you doing here! What are you laughing at? What's so funny? You young people..." After finishing speaking, he walked away. go.When I was young, the instructor walked into the classroom with a dark face: "Who was laughing just now? Stand up!"

I think that the teacher surnamed Guo must have some prejudice against young people, or just have some prejudice against male young people-because according to a certain Zhang, it is widely rumored in the Department of Microscopic Effects that the teacher surnamed Guo is not only a roommate In addition to his middle-aged and old wives, Shang also took care of four or five female students in the school.And the two girls working in his laboratory seemed to be no longer troubled by their graduation degrees.

"It's from Qilu after all." A certain Zhang sighed.I thought the joke was too cold, so I didn't take it up. I just secretly thought that with the physical condition of Mr. Guo, I'm afraid that sooner or later I'd run out of fuel.Furthermore, although I don't like this old man very much, his presentation is very delicate: the content of a class is firstly constructed from level to level, and the logic is very clear; the parameters of the formula will be marked in advance to avoid confusion for the audience; The content that needs to be expanded is marked in a small box on the left side of the page-this is not like a presentation, but like a study note, directly bypassing the teacher, to talk to the students... My paranoia attack again, I I think this presentation is probably written by Assistant Professor Li, because the impression left on me by the presentation is surprisingly consistent with the impression left by him.

I wanted to ask him face to face, but I felt that asking such a question was too abrupt.Finally one day after finishing the morning practice, when I was going to the cafeteria for breakfast, I saw Assistant Professor Li coming out with a lunch box.I finally made up my mind and walked behind him.

"Assistant Li."

He turned around, saw it was me, and smiled.

"The drive is working smoothly?"

"Um... it's fine."

He didn't seem to notice my expression, just nodded: "That's good." When he was about to turn around, I asked:

"The microscopic actor dynamics we are teaching this semester...is it a demonstration courseware made by you?"

I think it's a silly question to ask.Even if he answered "yes", how should I answer? "Thank you, how well you did the demo?" It seemed like a joke.

He tilted his head, showing a subtle expression.

"How is it possible. It is mainly the result of Professor Guo. A few of our teaching assistants helped to polish it... Is there any problem with the presentation? You can tell me, and I will help to revise it."

"How come. The manuscript is... very good."

"Oh—" He looked a little confused. "Then listen carefully to the class. Professor Guo is an expert in this area and can learn a lot..."

"Do you really think so?"

Assistant Professor Li was stunned for a moment.He stared at me, and I felt my arteries throbbing in my temples and behind my ears.He stared at it for a few seconds, then turned and left without saying a word.

I must have said something very reckless.

The preliminaries of the Cup of Courage were scheduled for October [-]rd, and two days before that, it was the split.The weather was bad early in the morning, and the clouds were overcast.After finishing the last rehearsal, I went to have breakfast with Zhang and Feng Huhu.Feng Huhu looked up at the sky and said, "I'm afraid it will be terrible!" The dark cumulonimbus cloud was pressing on the top of the head, and it was so dark that it was like night.Zhang and I didn't talk, just ate buns silently.At about eleven o'clock, huge raindrops were falling, and the voice of the instructor came from the school radio: "The division is going according to plan! The division is going according to plan! All students are assembled on the playground!"

I stood in the middle of the black queue.The eyes were blurred by the heavy rain, and the air was filled with a pungent, damp earthy smell.The collar of the training uniform turned out to be a stiff collar. The heavy rain poured in, pooled around the collar, and then leaked down evenly, pouring under the clothes, and the whole body was clammy and cold, as if it had fallen into a pool of cold water.Someone next to me made a sound of wanting to sneeze, and then forced it to hold back, I couldn't help but want to laugh a little.I think of a picture I used to say while lying on the bed and picking my feet: "If you suffer alone, you will be very unhappy; if thousands of people suffer with you, it doesn't really matter; if hundreds of millions of people suffer with you Suffering, you are the glorious masses of the people who have worked hard." A certain Zhang is now standing on the left side of the sixth row behind me, and I can't see him.But I think with his personality, he is probably thinking of something funny.On the left side of the front row is the back of Feng Huo's head shaved into a short crew cut: it's really admirable that he can stand with such vigor in such a rainy day.It seems that Feng Huo's father was a professional soldier, and he was the battalion commander of a special reconnaissance battalion directly under a certain division. His temperament probably also owes to such inheritance.

An instructor walked around us with an umbrella, holding a trumpet and kept shouting "Strengthen will, overcome difficulties, and maintain the queue!" After a while, a gust of wind "hula" broke his umbrella bone, So he also ran to the rostrum with a loudspeaker in embarrassment.Standing in the heavy rain, I gradually felt that my body lost gravity, as if floating in a piece of water, but my body was still standing very straight.In my ears, I could vaguely hear more and more sounds of sneezes around me, and some people really sneezed, and probably the group of people far away on the rostrum would not have heard it.I don’t know how long it took, just when I doubted whether the formation could move later, the instructor shouted on the radio, “Stop the formation, bring it back to each team!” Then the dark queue walked back in the pouring rain.

A certain Zhang and I took off all our clothes in the dormitory, and there was a pool of water under our feet.A certain Zhang sneezed and said, "Guess what? I heard those teachers chatting and saying that the big man didn't come because he thought it was raining heavily. What the hell is he doing? He stood there for more than two hours." I Feeling a severe itching in the throat, he coughed, did not speak, took a hot shower and lay down on the bed to sleep.When I woke up the next morning, my forehead was hot and I couldn't even walk steadily.Drowsy, I asked a certain Zhang to take a leave of absence for me, went to the school hospital alone, and almost passed out on the way.When we arrived at the school hospital, it was already full of students, all with dark circles under their eyes, wearing hanging bottles, and coughing constantly.When I entered the consulting room, the doctor looked up and said, "Go outside and wait, Nurse Xiao Han will hang the bottle for you later." at the corner.I felt a throbbing pain somewhere under my scalp, and before I knew it, my legs went limp, and I slipped on the floor and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was lying on the bed in the dormitory.A certain sitting on the table next to him, heard the sound of turning over, turned around and said, "You can really sleep." I asked, "What time is it?" He said lazily, "Seven o'clock. Gyeonggi time , at [-]:[-] p.m. on October [-]th."

I broke out in a cold sweat and sat up abruptly.

"What about the game?"

"What are you in a hurry for? It's already past the preliminary round. Feng Huhu and I went to fight. Feng Huhu is too fierce. One fights two, and I win. You should rest well. Oh, this is the medicine and medicine sent to you by your family." Snacks—I've already drawn a commission."

I turned on my phone, and there were eight unread text messages in it.My mother said that a teaching assistant surnamed Li called her and so on; in addition to asking about her condition, she also gave a lot of ridiculous advice, such as not letting the school leaders know that she was sick and fainted, so as not to give people the impression of being weak , affecting the future support and cooperation of a class.I look up:

"How does Assistant Professor Li know?"

"Can you believe that he recited you back? I was watching Huang at night. I thought you forgot your key and knocked on the door. When you opened the door, it was the teaching assistant. It scared me to death. He said he was going to the hospital to get medicine. Look at it." When the doctor was resuscitating you, he waited for a while, and brought you back after putting on the bottle."

It turned out to be the case.

I opened the package from home.In addition to the medicine, there are sugar-fried yams that my mother likes to make, and sweet mung bean paste wrapped in glutinous rice.A certain Zhang and I ate some, and left half a packet for Feng Huhu.I walked to the balcony, and the training uniform that had been doused by the rain before had dried up.The weather cleared, and there was a bright night outside the dormitory building. The sunset was still in the west, and the shadow of the moon appeared in the east.I put my hands on the shirt, almost as if I wanted to feel the residual body temperature of Assistant Professor Li: the wind blowing with the chill of late autumn brought the smell of soil and fallen leaves.When I first met it, it smelled like an old newspaper smelling like ink, but now, I always feel that it is more like the evening wind in late autumn. Although it is bitter, it has an unexpectedly delicate taste.I feel ashamed for having such thoughts, but I can't help myself.

I think I should go to him to say thank you recently.