I, Lu Tinglan, am the well-known test-writer at Jiangsu University, and I have only three goals in life: to study at Peking University, to win the national award, and to be published in SCI. Man? That will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword (cross out) to solve the problem.
However, my "lonely pursuit of defeat" career ended with Xie Jingxing in the computer department next door.
The whole school knows that the two of us can't deal with each other. When fighting for a seat in the library, I won once; when fighting for scholarship ranking, he won once; even when we were serving the last order of sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria, we could look at each other through the window and create sparks.
Until that scientific research project celebration banquet, I got drunk and grabbed Xie Jingxing's collar and asked, "Why do you have to fight with me?" This handsome man who usually attracts all the stars took advantage of the situation and hugged my waist. He whispered with red eyes: "Lu Tinglan, are you stupid? If I don't argue with you, will you even look at me one more time?"
Later - at a top academic conference, I took the stage as the youngest speaker to report. During the question and answer session, someone made things difficult: "Ms. Lu, I heard that your core algorithm was supported by Xie Jingxing's team. Does this mean that your independent scientific research capabilities are insufficient?" I was about to retaliate, but Xie Jingxing slowly raised the microphone in the audience, with a smile on his face: "Let me clarify, it is not support, but 'hand over salary card'. After all, in our family, Sister Tinglan is the leader."
The whole place was in an uproar. I pushed up my glasses, my face expressionless (but my ears were actually red): Shut up!
