Chapter05 Life is but a fleeting glimpse.

Action 3.

I am studying the C language, which is like a celestial book, with a sense of melancholy. I can't figure it out. Mr. Chen has proven with his lifelong efforts that 1 + 1 = 2. Why is it that in the C language, 1 + 1 = 10?

I asked Nannan: "Did he come from the junior class?"

Classmate Xiaocheng said: "...she is really your biological mother!"

Why bother troubling yourself with something that someone else can help you with?

Half a month later, during a C programming lab session, the teacher assigned a mysterious and complex problem for everyone to use their imagination to write. I was completely left behind, as the teacher did not consider the feelings of students like me who are incompetent in programming.

Action 2.

Glancing back at him, I suddenly felt like I had aged a lot and become outdated!

I was suddenly filled with hot blood. With such a gender ratio, if I can't find a good man again, I might as well just bang my head and die.

The calculus teacher cleared his throat, and I quickly turned back to continue the class, ending our first "pleasant" conversation.

He started tinkering with the popular Tencent QQ at that time. I remember that QQ was still called OICQ back then.

Action 6.

I feel dizzy, the taste is really strong!

Due to the large psychological shadow area during adolescence, classmate Xiaocheng does not like others discussing his age, especially when girls question his age. My first line of dialogue directly hit a minefield!

T University, is almost exactly as I imagined it to be - with its majestic main building, simple library, tree-lined paths, handsome sports field, romantic music fountain square, and the only difference being the female dormitory building that applied to become a cultural heritage site not long after.

Is he in the same class? He looks like a freshman boy. "No way, is he developing too slowly?"

During the break, I was bored and sneakily glanced at classmate Xiaocheng, and he happened to be looking at me too.

Action 1.

I ignored his fallacious arguments and continued to advise him in the tone of an elder sister, "If you don't study properly, how can you expect to do well in the exam?"

You mentioned Cheng Ze, he is in Class 1.

It is said to be around seventy or eighty.

I pat his shoulder hard: "It's rare for us to have a unified opinion."

He pursed his lips: "No."

This logic, why does it sound somewhat reasonable?

During that deep autumn, yellow leaves fell to the ground, seemingly with intention, waiting only for the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers...

At the end of the gossip, there was no result. I secretly turned my head and glanced at him.

This is how I first met my classmate Xiaocheng. At that time, I never thought that I would fall in love with him, let alone that our future would be so entangled. If I had known, I would have definitely... approached him earlier!

No.

He stood very close, and I could almost feel his soft hair. I have to say, his hair quality is very good, with a thick and shiny color, naturally falling down, and a faint scent of Head & Shoulders.

At first sight, I encountered my annoying classmate at my home during a calculus class half a month after the start of the semester. Of course, at that time, the annoying person was not yet a member of my family; I usually referred to him as classmate Xiaocheng.

Looking at his indifferent expression, and then thinking about my own recent struggle, I have to consider whether my heroic sacrifice of 20 kilograms in high school also includes brain cells.

You didn't ask me.

He pulled the chair closer to me and pointed to my computer screen, saying "There should be a comma here."

Since the computer class, I have been infinitely admiring the intelligence of classmate Xiaocheng, while his evaluation of me is simply rude - my intelligence has not developed since elementary school.

If the person who breaks the silence is not him, then why can't it be you?

After the most enthusiastic and friendly conversation, I learned that the six girls in the dormitory belonged to three different classes. The elegant and beautiful Zhuo Zhuo and the handsome Jiji were in Class One, the round-faced Nannan and the lovely Liuli were in Class Two, and the slim Feifei and I were in Class Three. I was very curious about this dormitory allocation: "Why doesn't the school arrange girls from the same class in the same dormitory? Is it to promote communication?"

Oh, my older sister also has a niece who just turned one month old.

As the end of the class approached, I could not bear to see such a talented young man willingly fall into decadence, so I asked him, "Why aren't you coding the program that is due at the end of the class?"

One morning many years later, my classmate Xiao Cheng and I had our first in-depth conversation about our ideals and lives, sharing our past, present, and future with each other.

I'm dizzy. Sister, I'm only sixteen years old and just started high school. Does he have to be so anxious?

I swear, I was purely curious about him at the time, and had absolutely no intention of flirting with him.

It seems that he felt my gaze. He looked at me with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

When his evaluation went through several twists and turns, and reached my ears from Zhuo Zhuo's mouth, it is easy to imagine how indignant I was at that time.

I turned my head curiously and saw Xiaocheng classmate holding a book on C language, sitting leisurely.

Carrying big and small bags, I walked into the dormitory. The room, which was only a dozen square meters, was crowded with six beds and a huge table. The already cramped space was also filled with messy suitcases, making it completely impossible to find a place to stand.

His lips twitched, unable to conceal a hint of amusement: "Are there any smaller ones?"

I was really furious at that time, which is why I spoke incoherently. In fact, deep down in my heart, I still firmly believe that only intelligent women can have enough to eat and wear, and can find a good man to marry. So I have been striving in that direction, despite the twists and turns along the way, but I have always believed that diligence can make up for clumsiness.

Is it skipping grades? Skipping directly from ninth grade to twelfth grade?

He glanced at me, without showing any emotion, or perhaps I couldn't tell: "I like them young, the younger the better."

Why do we need to write our own code? Can't we just copy someone else's code?As I asked, Xiaocheng looked up at me and answered confidently.

The warm autumn sun shines through the window, casting a faint golden hue. He is half-leaning over, working on a formula, and his pen moves gracefully, leaving behind elegant and free-spirited handwriting.

Four eyes met, and in the heat of the moment, I asked, "Are you really only sixteen years old? Did you take the college entrance exam in your first year of high school?"

Without even thinking, he replied to me with a sentence: "We will never have any contact even in death."

Xiao Cheng said that he started school before he turned four years old. Although he had to take a year off due to a car accident, he was still two years younger than his classmates. During junior high school, all the boys were developing rapidly except for him. He was often mocked by his classmates and they called him "Little Dot" behind his back.

During the entire calculus class, I couldn't focus on the boring calculus problems and instead, I devoted my attention to gossiping with my classmate, Xiaocheng, about the age of our classmate, Nannan.

On this line, you have an extra parenthesis. On the third line, the main program should be called... Finally, you forgot to end the sentence. Seeing me bowing my head to look up the reference, he directly told me, "There is a similar example on page 24."

At that moment, a shallow sense of admiration emerged in the depths of my heart. Of course, that feeling was fleeting, as light as a drop of lotus dew sliding into the lake, causing no ripples on the surface, only creating a ripple in the depths of the lake.

The boy next to him saw that his answer was too concise and to the point, and kindly added, "He just celebrated his birthday yesterday and turned seventeen. Are you so concerned about his age because you want to introduce him to a girlfriend?"

Considering that after my "pleasant" conversation with classmate Xiaocheng when we first met, my heavy taste was looked down upon by Nannan for a week, this time I will maintain a ladylike silence and focus on coding my program.

I tried running the program over and over again, but each time it displayed an error message, causing me immense pain.

Have they considered the feelings of Mr. Goldbach and Mr. Chen?

He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "I've been watching you code for half an hour and you haven't gotten a single subroutine right."

Action 5.

In the staircase classroom that accommodates nearly two hundred people, I saw him at first glance.

Meanwhile, Xiaocheng was happily chatting on QQ, only occasionally glancing at my failed program with a sigh. He would then casually flip through a C language book before returning to his QQ conversation.

One day when I had nothing to do, I came across a worn-out verse in a romance novel: "If life were only as it was at first sight." It struck a chord with me, so I casually asked the annoying person next to me who was watching TV, "If you and I were to remain as we were when we first met, what would our lives be like now?"

Oh, why didn't you say so earlier? You made me rack my brain for so long.

Is there such a thing as skipping grades?

Is this okay?

It's not because he has a pair of unique eyes, filled with a calmness far from the hustle and bustle, nor is it because he has a handsome face like a fresh piece of meat. It's because he is sitting right behind me, and when I turned around, I happened to see him.

What a terrible personality!

In September 1999, I was admitted to T University, the university I had always dreamed of attending.

I: " ... ... ".

Looking at Xiaocheng with a face that is cold and indifferent, which is inconsistent with his age, I suddenly wanted to tease him: "I have a cousin who is fourteen years old this year. Your ages should be suitable. When you grow up, shall I introduce you to each other?"

That vicissitude truly lives up to the long history of T.

Action 7.

Through countless obstacles, I curiously looked into the room, where all my roommates had already gathered and were chatting.

I have disregarded the refined image of a lady that I have been trying so hard to maintain, and I slammed the table in the dormitory, saying, "So what if I have low IQ? What's wrong with having low IQ? You can go tell him that having high intelligence as a woman is useless, as long as you have well-developed breasts!"

I tried my best to ignore his personality flaws, and focused on following his guidance to make the necessary changes. As a result, the program ran successfully.

The most talkative girl told me: "It takes three classes of girls combined to fill up one dormitory."

I told him that I really didn't mean it. I developed earlier than my peers since childhood, and I am healthy with sufficient iron, zinc, calcium, magnesium, and various vitamins. However, every time we eat chicken, my mother always picks out the chicken heart and puts it in my bowl, saying "eat what you lack".

I also responded with a smile.

"Nan Nan, look at the boy behind me. He seems to be a high school student. Is he here to audit classes at our affiliated school?" I asked Nan Nan in a low voice. She is the jack-of-all-trades in our department.

Computer class is over, and I returned to the dormitory full of self-doubt. Nannan is washing her hair with Head & Shoulders shampoo. When I smelled that scent, my mind suddenly became confused, and I don't know why.

Action 4.

Between strangers, there is always someone who breaks the silence and allows each other to get acquainted.

What is the number of male students if there are a total of six female students in three classes?

ーー《Love Secrets》Lesson Threeーー.

Can't you tell me proactively if I don't ask?

But it has to be said, he looks quite handsome when he smiles.

Not really. He is the youngest in our department, it seems he's only sixteen years old.

If I hadn't asked him back then, "Are you really sixteen years old?" he wouldn't have noticed me smiling and found me cute. Maybe we wouldn't have spoken a word throughout our entire four years of college, just like me and other boys whose names I can't even remember.

I am studying the topics left by the teacher with gritted teeth. Suddenly, there was someone sitting next to me, emitting a familiar yet seemingly unfamiliar aura.

Uh? Did you figure it out?

Nannan shook her head and said, "It seems not. Didn't all the students in the youth class get admitted to the University of Science and Technology?"