On the day of the first round of interviews for Professor Fan's project team, all students who have successfully applied in writing will be drawn to determine the order of interviews.

And this kind of interview, the students who have always been drawn to the front row and the back row are relatively more stressful.

One is to be an innocent spearhead bird in an unknown situation.

Second, self-confidence has been gradually eroded under aimless waiting.

Therefore, everyone prayed silently before the draw to be able to draw their favorite numbers.

Soon, the lottery for the 100 students in the classroom ended, and the students holding the number plates were all emotional, some happy, some panicked, and everyone was talking about the order of the lottery.

Xu Xuehui was the student who was flustered.

She found Lin Yijin with the note in her hand, looking lost and nervous: "Yijin, what number did you draw? I'm the 21st, a little too early, I'm so worried......"

Lin Yijin was the lucky student, she showed Xu Xuehui the note with No. 43 written in her hand, and comforted her: "No. 21 is fine, take it easy." ”

After speaking, she turned around and beckoned to Jiang Cheng, who was walking towards her not far away: "Jiang Cheng, where are you?"

"Number 42. Jiang Cheng said to her with a note.

No. 43, No. 42, what kind of tacit understanding can draw such a serial number!

Xu Xuehui wanted to cry without tears, and looked at the two of them with envy: "Wow! The luck of the two of you is simply destined! Such a number can be drawn by the two of you." It's not like I ......."

Lin Yijin gently patted Xu Xuehui's back, afraid that she would be sad, and her tone softened a little: "It's okay, since it was decided by lottery, compared to the students who got No. 1 and No. 100, you are already very lucky!"

At this time, in the corner of the classroom, a voice suddenly came: "Oh my God, look, Jia Jinglun actually drew No. 4, no one has this luck hahaha!"

I saw Fu Menglan holding up the note she snatched from Jia Jinglun in her hand, and laughed loudly: "Jia Jinglun, you're finished! I think you just don't have an interview, just pack up your things and go to your design exhibition!"

Even those students who drew a less than ideal number couldn't help but cast sympathetic eyes when they heard that Jia Jinglun was No. 4: "Isn't it? Jia Jinglun is too miserable!"

Jia Jinglun snatched back his number plate and glared at Fu Menglan fiercely.

Then he came to Lan Keyue's side aggrievedly, and complained to her in a low mood: "Keyue, I guess it's going to be cold......"

"What's wrong?" Lan Keyue was searching for the address of the exhibition, not realizing what was happening in the classroom.

"Look. Jia Jinglun handed his number plate to Lan Keyue, and sighed lonely: "Alas, it seems that I am out of play." ”

And Atai, who has never intersected with his classmates, took the initiative to comfort Jia Jinglun for the first time: "You are not too bad. ”

Jia Jinglun's heart is actually a little afraid of Atai, but when he says this, he can't help but feel strange.

I saw Atai hand out his number plate with a bitter face: "I'm number 100." ”

"......" Jia Jinglun cast a sympathetic look at Atai, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's the same end of the world!"

Jia Jinglun shook his head again and again, he never expected such bad luck to fall on him and Liang Tai.

For others, Lan Keyue can not care, but when she saw Atai draw the last interview, she was still somewhat relieved.

"Don't worry too much, as long as you're ready, the first few interviews don't matter that much. She solemnly patted Atay on the shoulder and comforted him.

Fu Menglan, who was not far away, listened to Lan Keyue's words, but showed a look of disdain: "It's easy to say, I guess you drew the middle number yourself, so you dare to say this, right?"

Then Fu Menglan looked at Jia Jinglun again, and kindly reminded: "Jia Jinglun, you can be careful, people like her are very hypocritical!"

After speaking, he glanced at Lan Keyue with disdain.

"Quiet!" At this moment, the instructor pushed open the door of the classroom and said to the 100 students in the classroom, "The student who has drawn No. 1 will go to the next classroom for an interview." ”

As the instructor's words fell, there was another noise in the classroom.

"It's scary!"

"Who's going to be Number One? That's bad luck, isn't it?"

Everyone looked at each other, curious and sympathetic to the student who had been drawn to No. 1.

At this time, Jia Jinglun saw Lan Keyue stand up from her seat and looked at her suspiciously: "Keyue, why are you going?"

Lan Keyue showed the number plate in her hand.

Jia Jinglun almost fell off the chair, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Isn't it?"

But for a moment, the students around them were agitated, and they all watched Lan Keyue walk out of the classroom in surprise.

Even Fu Menglan was surprised, but soon she looked like she was watching a good show, gloating at Lan Keyue's back and mocking her: "I said it! It turns out that your own luck is worse!"

And Xu Xuehui, who was still immersed in loss, saw that when Lan Keyue drew the number 1, her hanging heart also relaxed: "I suddenly feel a little sympathetic to Lan Keyue......"

Lin Yijin was about to open his mouth to agree.

Jiang Cheng on the side glanced at Lan Keyue coldly: "What do you do with her?" even if she draws a good number, she will be brushed off with her strength. ”

"Yes. Xu Xuehui couldn't help but snicker when she thought that Lan Keyue was about to be the first to be brushed down.

Lin Yijin looked at Lan Keyue's back as he walked out of the classroom, then lowered his head and continued to look at the materials in his hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a sneer.

Since Lan Keyue went to the next classroom for an interview, Jia Jinglun, who was sitting in the seat, has been nervous.

He crossed his fingers tightly, his feet couldn't help shaking, and his mouth kept saying: "Ke Yue drew the No. 1 card......, why didn't she say anything?

And in contrast.

Ah Tai was on the side, and he didn't mention the materials that Lan Keyue had prepared for him, which made Jia Jinglun even more uneasy: "Aren't you worried about Keyue?"

Atai glanced up at Jia Jinglun, then withdrew his gaze, continued to look at the materials in his hand, and his tone was extremely indifferent: "You have this heart, it's better to worry more about yourself." ”

"......" Jia Jinglun saw that he didn't care about Lan Keyue's movements, and only cared about himself, thanks to Lan Keyue's comfort before, he suddenly hated this Liang Tai classmate in his heart.

But he didn't know it.

At this moment, Atai's heart was very anxious.

But this anxiety is not worried about Lan Keyue, but worried about himself.

Who is Lan Keyue? A genius professor who can sneak into the Institute of Biology! This little interview still needs him to worry about?

If he didn't hurry up and hold on to his feet temporarily, I was afraid that he would really be sent back to Beicheng by Lan Keyue!