52 Hz: see whales in the ocean

There are no classes during the internship week, and the internship report is temporarily unclear. The study committee did not say when the report should be handed in, and everyone was almost equally procrastinating.

As a member of the track and field team, Qiao Shuo didn't need to do morning exercises and morning reading. After training, he went directly to the library after breakfast.

Wen Liang arrived a little later than Qiao Shuo, and they sat side by side in the same place to prepare for the English CET-[-] exam.

From the cool morning to the hot sun shining on the window sill, Wen Liang stopped writing, feeling as if his head was rusted and difficult to function.

He stretched his arms forward, turned his head inadvertently, and his eyes were attracted by Qiao Shuo.

Qiao Shuo frowned slightly, with thick long eyelashes covering his pupils, holding a pen to outline the key points in the book, occasionally stopping to look up words in the dictionary on his phone.

Wen Liang looked at him for a while, and felt that it was impolite for him to stare at people like this, so he turned his head and looked out the window.

His eyes fell on the lush branches and leaves outside the window in a daze, and he sighed in his heart—Old Qiao is usually so skinny, but when he works hard, it is really pleasing to the eye.

After being in a daze for a while, Wen Liang lowered his eyes and saw the to-do list written on a sticky note next to him.

Preparation for CET-[-], internship report, review of linear algebra, review of Python, plan for the welcome party... a small piece of paper made his head hurt.

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes, bent his index finger and tapped on his forehead, and secretly complained that his brain was too disappointing, and the more critical the moment, the more powerless he was.

The CET-[-] exam was approaching with the final exam. If the knowledge to be reviewed piled up together, it would be stressful just thinking about it. He had to allocate his time evenly.

This feeling reminded him of the big and small exams in high school, weekly exams, monthly exams, mid-term and final exams, almost every day is a sprint before the exam.

Iron's work and rest time is like an assembly line machine, if it loses the chain a little bit, it will not be able to keep up.

If you suffer from insomnia at night, you will miss key knowledge points when you feel sleepy the next day, because everyone says that the teachers in key middle schools don’t have a single nonsense in their lectures.

But who can guarantee that they can sleep well every night, the students would rather pinch themselves and stand listening to lectures than get sleepy.

Wen Liang recalled that he drank coffee every day at that time, and never stopped, almost forming a kind of dependence.

It wasn't until the long-term depression was ignited and broke out that he collapsed and heard the doctor's advice in a trance, so he started to quit coffee.

The high school learning tasks are too heavy. At any rate, there are teachers who arrange the progress and guide the learning. After entering college, he can control the learning rhythm by himself, but he is a bit flustered and uncomfortable.

What to do, Tiantian is in such a bad state, Wen Liang thought anxiously, it's okay to drink some coffee once in a while.

Apart from going to the field during the internship week, I didn't see the old man Yan much. Even so, most of the people went to class consciously during the evening self-study.

Jiang Chuan and Li Meng found out from the educational administration system that there were no classes in this classroom, and they spent the whole afternoon preparing for the exam here.

They joked that they didn't understand why Qiao Shuo and Wen Liang had to struggle to climb to the fifth floor.

Qiao Shuo's reason is very simple, he wants to be with Wen Liang, wherever Wen Liang goes, he will go there.

While taking out a pen from his backpack, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This is feelings, you don't understand."

Wen Liang also laughed, because he thought it would be more ritualistic to climb upstairs before studying and go to a place with a good view outside the window.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help complaining to himself in his heart: weirdo!

After the evening self-study, Li Meng asked her roommates excitedly, "Are there any plans for the evening?"

His enthusiasm was unanimously rejected by his roommates—"I'm not hungry." "I won't eat supper." "I won't go to the snack street."

"Hey, don't you guys only know how to eat?" Li Meng was helpless, and then turned her phone screen to her roommates, "Let's go and see the graduation souvenirs too?"

Jiang Chuan glanced at it, and said with a smile, "Hey, that's for seniors, why are you joining in the fun, can't wait to graduate?"

"Just go and have a look. There is no rule that freshmen can't go. I can't bear to study like this every day." Li Meng gave Wen Liang a look.

Wen Liang took the phone and put it in the middle to watch it with Qiao Shuo.

It was a post forwarded by the Art Troupe of the South Campus in Qiuqiu Space, promoting the graduation souvenirs launched by the school’s printing shop, cultural gifts with school elements, cultural shirts, local specialties, and a professional photography team for taking graduation photos.

"Are you going, Brother Xiong?" Qiao Shuo put his hand on Wen Liang's shoulder, "We study so hard, why don't we take a break from our busy schedule?"

"Well, good." Wen Liang nodded in agreement.

The four of them packed up their things and walked towards the playground together. From a long distance, they saw many people surrounded by the open space near the table tennis table.

Probably because the school's printing shop was too small, the graduation souvenirs were all placed in the open space near the playground, and there were still cultural shirts hanging on the iron shelf, and several pieces were bought after a while.

They walked over to join in the fun, stood behind the crowd, and looked at the exquisite souvenirs with their height advantage.

Cloth bags with the English abbreviation of the school printed on them, water cups, USB flash drives, postcards made from photographs of the beautiful scenery in the school, plants with the school emblem printed on the flower pots...all of them look exquisite and aesthetically pleasing.

Qiao Shuo looked around with an iron bookmark, and after putting it down, he stretched out his hand to the keychain hanging on the shelf.

Jiang Chuan and Li Meng stood in front of a row of clothes and hats, discussing whether they should also buy clothes in the 320 dormitory, so that there would be more faces when they went out together.

Wen Liang followed behind her roommates, her eyes flicked past the countless school badges and school names, and she listened to the roommates chatting.

"Hey, Da Chuan, Brother Da Chuan! Do you think this potted plant looks good?"

"Gaha? Do you know how to grow flowers? Don't harm other people's little flowers."

"With so much luggage for graduation, it's not easy to travel with a flower pot."

"What graduation, I'm still young... Am I a little too loud?"

"You offended all the seniors and sisters around you at once!"

"On the day of graduation, do we have to go out together and have a good dinner together?"

"Scatter your head, shut up if you can't speak!"

"Is there any place you want to travel? Do you want a graduation trip?"

"Oh! I want to go to Tibet!"

"We can go to a place farther away after graduation... Eh? It's still early before graduation!"

The night breeze is gentle, the street lamps cast a quiet light, and people come and go near the playground. During this time, they will always be young.

Wen Liang raised her head and took a deep breath, put her hand casually in her pocket, and fiddled with the dormitory key.

Such a relaxing and warm night made him suddenly feel that the school that he disliked so much is actually really good.

This campus is like an ancient academy. The lush old trees wake up and sleep in the changing seasons, and he feels the long-lost sincere feelings here.

Wen Liang stared blankly at the strange and happy smiling faces of the three roommates, seeing their figures cast on the ground stretched into traces of time, she couldn't help thinking: What will it be like when we graduate in three years?

"2018.5.11. Friday. Sunny. What time took away. After many years, we have each taken root in the south and the north. Can we still talk about the distant place we want to go like now?"

Seeing that the T-shirts on the iron shelf were about to be sold out, the four people in the dormitory discussed it and each bought one. They were all white T-shirts with school elements on them. The patterns of the four people were slightly different.

Outside, everyone just carried the collars to compare with their own figures, and after returning to the dormitory, they all changed into newly bought cultural shirts to try on.

It just so happened that the school committee came to collect the linear algebra homework at this time, and they asked the school committee to help take a few photos of the dormitory.

In the photo, four people are wearing the same style of cultural shirts, standing in the dormitory with old-fashioned tables and chairs with green cabinets on the concrete floor, smiling cheerfully and plainly.

After the lights were turned off, Qiao Shuo lay on the bed with his legs crossed, flipping through the photos, every time he flipped through one, he couldn't help zooming in on his warm and cool face for a while.

Wen Liang always looks like an old cadre in the photos, I don't know if it's because of his serious look, or because he is so shy that he doesn't know how to smile.

He looked obviously tired, but his eyes looked warm and clear.

Qiao Shuo snickered inwardly that Wen Liang looked so naive, he pinched the screen casually to zoom out, and now there happened to be only him and Wen Liang on the screen.

Qiao Shuo stroked his chin and thought for a while, clicked Edit Picture, and cut out the two of them, looking like they were wearing couple outfits.

But he soon became depressed again, Jiang Chuan also had this dress, Li Meng also had it, and many others also had it, which gave him an illusion—as if he was not special to Wen Liang.

After being stunned for a while, Qiao Shuo suddenly felt helpless and wanted to laugh, what is going on, why is it so easy for him to think wildly now.

He touched two furry pendants from the side of the pillow, which belonged to red pandas. He bought them from a souvenir stand. There were only two of them. He wanted to find some reason to give them to Wen Liang.

Wouldn't it be great, when Wen Liang puts on this pendant, the two of them will be more compatible when standing together than others.

In the morning, after Qiao Shuo's training, he went back to the dormitory. When he passed the water room, he found that the washing machine happened to be idle, so he decided to do laundry on the spur of the moment.

When he arrived at the library with his bag on his back, as soon as he went upstairs, he saw that Wen Liang was already sitting in his old seat. As he approached, he smelled a faint burnt aroma in the air.

"Morning, Old Qiao." Wen Liang raised her head to greet him, looking much more energetic than before.

"Morning, bear!" Qiao Shuo sat down happily, and with a quick glance, he saw a warm glass of water.

There is a colored drink in the translucent water glass, and there is a strip-shaped empty package next to it. It turns out that the taste is warm and cold when drinking coffee.

Qiao Shuo was stunned. He had never seen Wen Liang drink coffee before, and since he knew that Wen Liang had depression, he had also quietly followed information about depression and asked questions and answers. If I remember correctly, coffee is not good for depression patients. friendly.

"Why do you drink coffee, don't you..." Qiao Shuo paused for a while before thinking of an appropriate way to say, "Coffee is not good for your health."

Wen Liang was also stunned for two seconds, and then quickly smiled nonchalantly: "I refresh myself, just drink occasionally."

Qiao Shuo clearly saw the unpredictable emotions flashing across Wen Liang's face, and at that moment he was sure that Wen Liang knew he shouldn't drink coffee.

His mood became depressed for no reason, and he walked godly to get something from his backpack.

"Old Joe, what is hanging on your schoolbag?"

Qiao Shuo looked at his schoolbag, and then remembered the two pendants he bought last night, and the other was for Wen Liang.

He slapped his forehead and began to look in his backpack: "Brother Xiong, I have something for you."

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The author has something to say:

In fact, Wenliang is not only depression, but also anxiety. Have you noticed it? The first book also hinted at it. The medicine he took, his physical symptoms, and his state of mind when the final exam was approaching are all small hints.These two people meet in the library every day, haha, college is not easy, but it may give you more choices, and you can decide which direction you are working towards.Uh, everyone is looking forward to the graduation trip, so what is it like to graduate?Of course, due to the toss of the new crown epidemic, the school was closed, and even the graduation tour was forced to simplify!Let the epidemic end soon, I finally took a vacation and couldn't even go home.The number of words in my book is more than expected, and I really want to finish it soon. As long as this book is not finished, my heart is hanging every day, and I still can't calm down to write the outline of the next book!I don’t like cooking, but I still want to write ah hello!