MTL - Kicked Out of the Rich Family at the Beginning-Chapter 19 0 Trash Can Exercises

  Chapter 19 019 Trash bin exercises

   Zhu Jiaren waved her hand, she couldn't cheer up for the time being, "Didn't the two of us join, just make a group."

  Tang Ming pulled the group study group.

   Right.

  Ren Wanxuan's group of four were discussing where to eat together at night.

  The sound is not loud, but it is very obvious in the quiet lecture hall.

   Zhu Jiaren looked at their group with some envy, and then said in a low voice, "They went to Wanhe Building for dinner, hey, do you know Wanhe Building? It's a membership system."

   Tang Ming nodded, and lowered his voice, "Except for Class 8, no one else has been there, right?"

  Ning Xiao and Bai Po did not speak.

no response.

   Zhu Jiaren looked at those two people, a silent and gloomy top student, and a scumbag with a score of 85. These two people seem to have a very ordinary family environment, and they probably have never heard of Wanhe Building.

  She understood, but she was inevitably more depressed.

  Bai Po didn't pay attention to other people, she just took out her mobile phone and clicked on WeChat.

  Mr. Jiang: [It’s raining]

  Bai Po raised his head and looked out the window, and sure enough, he saw light rain outside.

   She looked at the rain outside and was stunned for a while.

   Then he bowed his head slowly and sent a message to Jiang Fuli.

  Bai Po: [The question you gave me last night, can I show some of my classmates? 】

  **

  CRFS laboratory, Jiang Fuli looked at the output data on the computer.

The temperature in the laboratory is low. He is wearing a black windbreaker, with a pen held between his cold white index and middle fingers, pointing to the picture on the projection, and slowly analyzing to the team members: "This is the lost energy data detected by the LIW detector before. Red and yellow-green are possible single-gamma background events, hardly any WIWP were found..."

  The other team members listened carefully to his analysis.

  Occasionally he asked a few questions, and they could roughly answer them.

  The team members suddenly became much more at ease. Jiang Fuli nodded slightly. He sat down and looked up to take off his glasses. "He Wen, I have also sent your paper to Academician Ma. Pay attention to your inbox."

  He leaned against the back of the chair, with cold eyes, one leg propped lazily, and a mobile phone in his hand. His arrogance distinguished him from the rest of the lab.

   It looks like a snow lotus blooming alone on the top of a snow mountain. It is noble and glamorous, and should not be approached by strangers.

  He Wen pressed the recording pen, very moved, "Thank you, Young Master Jiang!"

  Their team members are different from those in other laboratories. They only need to do research with peace of mind, and never worry about someone robbing their papers of authorship.

  Jiang Fuli's papers can be named after them.

  Although their contribution to the paper may just help print it...

   In addition, Jiang Fuli will also help them find various experts in the industry to revise their papers.

  He Wen will always remember his graduation defense last year, and Jiang Fuli took a mobile phone and sat there to listen in the middle.

The old professor who had been embarrassing him before did not dare to say a word until the last word. Other professors even asked questions like "what did you eat today?" He Wen, who thought he would not graduate, not only graduated successfully, but was also introduced by Academician Ma to Jiang Fuli's laboratory.

  He understands why everyone wants to get into Jiang Fuli's laboratory.

Jiang Fuli turned to the next experiment report, raised his head, looked at a team member, and said coldly: "I didn't say it clearly enough? Your experiment report, except I couldn't tell what you were writing at the first glance, there was nothing wrong with it." I can't see it every single time."

   "May I ask in what state of mind did you write it?"

  The team member trembled: "...I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

  The others collectively bowed their heads and took a step back.

   So as not to harm the fish in the pond.

  Jiang Fuli stopped on the last page, and said coldly: "The instructor also added my name, are you planning to slander me?"

  The phone lights up.

  A message pops up on the screen—

  Student Bai: [The question you gave me last night, can I show some of my classmates? 】

  Jiang Fuli paused in tone.

  He turned sideways, tapped the phone with his fair and slender fingertips unhurriedly, and after pondering for a while, said to the team member: "Rewrite."

  Jiang Fuli looked at the time, replied a message, got up and left the laboratory—

【Can】

  The team members who thought they would experience a bloodbath, but were handled with care, suddenly felt a sense of fantasy.

   He Wen held his glasses again and said, "Something is wrong."

  The rest of the people all nodded.

   After another minute, the member who felt reborn stretched out his hand to pinch He Wen's neck, "Ah, He Wen! You have completely lost your image with me! How can there be someone like you on the Beijing University Honor Roll!"

  He Wen said quickly, "I bought recording pens for each of you, and it's almost here, don't call..."

   "He Dacaizi, you, meow, secretly recorded a recording to amaze everyone?!"

   "...then you too, don't slap your face, my face... ouch!"

   "..."

  **

  Bai Po has always listened to the teacher, and the teacher said mutual aid groups, so she went to ask Jiang Fuli.

  After getting Jiang Fuli's permission, she put the mobile phone back into the table hole, and copied three copies of the questions Jiang Fuli gave her, and distributed them to the other three people in the group.

  Ning Xiao in front of her glanced at her and reached out to take it.

  Tang Ming took it over and took a look. He was surprised. He had never seen such neatly written handwriting in his age. He gave her a thumbs up, "Your handwriting is so neat."

   Zhu Jiaren also took over the topic, "Thank you, but what is this?"

"A question," Bai Po looked out the window, not knowing what she was thinking. When she heard the voice, she reacted and put away her pen. Do it, and I will give you the answer tomorrow."

   "Oh, yes, I will read." Tang Ming stared at the question, magnetic field question.

  However, it involved a lot of content, and he was a little dizzy.

   After watching it for twenty minutes, I didn’t understand much.

  He temporarily put it in the book and put it aside.

   Half an hour came quickly, but tonight because of the mutual aid group, many people did not leave in time.

  Front, Ning Xiao threw aside the question given by the teacher, and has been studying the question given to him by Bai Po.

  Bai Po saw someone leaving, so he also left the lecture hall with his backpack.

  Ning Xiao didn't pack his things, he was still studying the question that Bai Po gave him.

   On the right, Ren Wanxuan packed her things.

   "My mother has already made a reservation," she stood up and said to several others, "Let's go first."

   Immediately won cheers.

  The other support groups can only look at them enviously.

   Zhu Jiaren lay on the spot and did not leave. She stared at Ren Wanxuan and the others until they left the back door.

   "Oh." Zhu Jiaren let out a long sigh.

  Tang Ming lived on campus and was not in a hurry to go back. He took a screenshot of Bai Po's profile picture to his roommates in the dormitory group—

  【Really, I swear, she really didn't post on Moments! 】

  【I secretly photographed her, so I am not a pervert? 】

   Zhu Jiaren saw Tang Ming's worthless appearance, curled her lips, couldn't help but pack up her things, and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

  **

  Bai Po stood at the entrance of the complex building.

  It rained heavily, covering the entire campus like a net, and the already dark school was covered by rain and fog, making it more and more hazy.

  There is almost no one on the road, and she seems to be the only one in the empty world.

  There was only the sound of rain around, Bai Po stared at the continuous rain, and began to think again, she should have died in Xiangcheng a long time ago, and now it is just her dream of Xiangcheng?

  Bai Po stood at the entrance of the complex building.

  A dull voice came through the rain curtain: "What are you staying for?"

  Bai Po raised his head, and saw Jiang Fuli standing across a step.

He has a slender figure, wearing a coat that reaches to his knees, holding a black umbrella in his pale yet powerful right hand, but he is not in a hurry when the rain curtain washes over him, he gracefully tilts the umbrella forward, "Mute your phone gone?"

  Jiang Fuli shook his mobile phone, his slightly raised eyebrows became less cold.

   "Why are you here?" Bai Po slowly came back to his senses, touched his pocket slowly, and then raised his head: "I seem to have forgotten my phone in the lecture hall."

  Jiang Fuli raised his eyebrows, and he handed the umbrella to Bai Po, "Where is your cram school?"

  Bai Po took the umbrella, and she stood on the steps through the rain curtain, her brows and eyes were lazy, and her dark pupils reflected the light of the street lamp outside: "The last lecture theater on the right on the first floor, the first position in the fourth row on the left."

  Jiang Fuli entered the complex building.

  Because there are students studying here at night, the lights on the first floor of the complex are always on.

  He is tall and slender, with exquisite facial features as always noble and indifferent, people like Ren Wanxuan saw him almost at a glance.

  The most eye-catching thing about Jiang Fuli is not his outstanding facial features, but the nobility exuded from his bones. Even if he just walks there, the aloofness of his body makes it hard to approach.

  He walked through Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu calmly, his fair face was completely sharp, and the corners of his clothes were almost covered with frost.

  Everlight was never distributed to them.

   Zhu Jiaren, who had just left the lecture theater, also saw him, and her footsteps were slightly stagnant.

   "Who is that?" Ren Wanxuan and the others looked at Jiang Fuli's back and discussed in low voices.

  Ren Wanxuan and Chen Zhu looked at each other and shook their heads, but they both guessed that they were not from Xiangcheng, and Xiangcheng really couldn't support this kind of temperament.

  As soon as they went out, the Ren family's commercial vehicle stopped at the entrance of the complex.

  Because they wanted to have dinner together, the driver of Ren's family picked her up. The driver glanced at Bai Po who was squatting in front of the stairs, looked in the rearview mirror and asked Ren Wanxuan, "The master said that you should bring Miss Bai with you when you eat."

   "Your grandfather..." Chen Zhu looked back at Bai Po uninterestedly.

  He heard from Ren Wanxuan that Bai Po's invitation letter was obtained by accident, and it was one in a billion luck.

  Ren Wanxuan became irritable for no reason when she heard the word "Bai Po". She said with a cold face, "Don't worry about her, just drive."

  She asked the driver to drive the car away.

  Chen Zhu didn't mention her again.

  In the complex building, Jiang Fuli found the last lecture hall.

   There were not many people left in the lecture hall, and most of the lights were turned off when he entered.

  Jiang Fuli found Bai Po's place, and sure enough, he saw the Huami mobile phone she left behind in the table hole. There was a boy at the front desk doing a quiz, and he raised his eyebrows.

   It can be seen at a glance that it was his question, and the boy hasn't done it yet.

   This is stupider than Jiang Xijue.

  Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze and commented lightly.

  He got the phone and walked outside. When he passed the trash can, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye. Jiang Fuli stopped and stopped beside the trash can.

   There is very little **** in the trash can.

  Looking down, he saw the paper that was randomly thrown in a ball inside.

  Jiang Fuli turned his back to the light, he lowered his eyes, his whole face was hidden in the shadows, and the expression on his already indifferent face became more severe.

  Bending down, picking up the paper from the trash can, slowly stretching out the paper with bony fingers, very well-behaved, very regular cursive style, white handwriting, copying the topic he wrote to her last night.

   At this time, it was thrown into the trash can indifferently.

   Good night

  (end of this chapter)