The United States is the most wasteful country in the world, and Americans are the most wasteful people in the world.

Whether it is at home or in a public place, the air conditioner is turned on 24 hours a day, and it is turned on when someone is not.

The lights in schools are the same, no matter whether they go to class or not, the air conditioners and lights are all on 24 hours a day, and the per capita resource consumption in the United States is about 50 times the global average.

When Su Zhuorui first came to the United States, she was very unaccustomed to it, and often turned off the lights and turned off the air conditioner, but she didn't expect to be seriously called over by the teacher in charge to talk, thinking that she needed to receive psychological counseling.

"You see, this is America. These were the words of the teacher in charge at the time.

Su Zhuorui was so angry that she almost quarreled with him. There have been many times of this kind of thing, and Su Zhuorui has also seen it, since you Americans don't care about it yourself, I, a foreigner, use your resources here, and care about a fart.

Gradually, Su Zhuohui also developed the habit of turning on the air conditioner 24 hours a day.

The warm breeze was blowing in the room, and Su Zhuorui was wearing a vest and hot pants dangling in front of Zhang Chen's eyes, and her two straight long legs made Zhang Chen dizzy.

After all, Zhang Chen's body was only eighteen years old, and it was when his blood and qi were strong, so it was inevitable that he would have some reactions. Zhang Chen said helplessly: "Sister Su, can you pay attention to the impact? I'm still here, aren't you afraid of accidents?"

Su Zhuorui raised her eyebrows, walked to Zhang Chen's side with a twisted cat step, sat on Zhang Chen's desk, hooked Zhang Chen's chin with one finger, and teased, "What do you want to do to my sister?"

Su Zhuorui was condescending, and as soon as Zhang Chen looked up, he saw two balls of tender meat in front of him, and there were two small beans on the top.

Zhang Chen's nosebleed almost spurted out, this girl is not wearing underwear!

Zhang Chen wanted to wave his hand to knock her down, but his hand squeezed Su Zhuorui's bulge in a ghostly way.

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The air froze all at once.

Zhang Chen broke out in a cold sweat when he "brushed", what was going on? Why didn't his hands listen to his own call?

Su Zhuorui looked shocked, and couldn't tell if she was angry.

Zhang Chen said weakly: "What's that, I'll go out for a run first, I'll see you later." ”

Zhang Chen ran out in a puff of smoke, Su Zhuorui was stunned for a while, blushing and gritting his teeth and saying hatefully: "Pervert." ”

After running five laps around the Stanford Gymnasium, Zhang Chen suppressed the impatience in his heart.

Zhang Chen took a few breaths and calmed down.

He is not a child man, although he did not say that he was among thousands of flowers in his previous life, but after all, he was not married at thirty-eight, and his girlfriends changed one after another, and he had long lost the impulse of his youth.

Even when I was young, I wouldn't have done it so recklessly.

Well, in my previous life, when I was young, I had a color heart, but I didn't have a color guts, and after I gradually matured, I had a color guts, but the color heart was gone.

After being reborn, the color heart and gall were all together, and Zhang Chen found an answer for himself in his heart.

The person is really a creature controlled by hormones, and it is clear that he has no interest in Su Zhuoyuan, but he still pinched it by the ghost.

It's not too late now, it's just over eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Chen doesn't want to go back for a while, it's too embarrassing, let's go back later.

Thinking of having to be alone with Su Zhuorui for so many days, Zhang Chen had a little headache.

Tang Miaomiao called in the morning and said that her grandfather's condition was not too stable, and he might not be able to come back to class for a while, and he had already asked for leave from the school.

He understands that Song Zhaoming has always been the backbone of the Song family, although now Tang Miaomiao's uncle and aunt are also in high positions and are on the rise, there is no doubt that without Song Zhaoming's protection, the entire Song family may face a big turmoil.

Zhang Chen could only comfort Tang Miaomiao with one effort, he was not talking nonsense, the main thing was that he knew that Song Zhaoming could last a few more years in his previous life.

It's not Song Zhaoming who has something to do this year。。。。。。

Since he didn't want to go home for the time being, he had to find something to do for himself, and just ran near the library, Zhang Chen found a faucet, washed his face, wiped his sweat with a towel, and planned to go into the library to find a book to pass the time.

There is more than one library in Stanford, there are about twenty or thirty, and the total collection of these libraries together exceeds six million volumes.

The study room in the Stanford Library is very popular, Zhang Chen picked out a copy of John Maeda's "Flying Letters", went back to find empty seats, and finally found two empty seats at the bottom of the stairs, probably because it is not easy to be found here, so it is empty.

John Maeda is now a well-known young industrial designer who has been recognized in the design community as a potential designer for the next generation.

But Zhang Chen knew that in a few years, John Maeda would become a true master, and his "The Las of Simplicity" would officially establish himself as a grandmaster of the design industry and serve as the president of the Rhode Island School of Design.

Rhode Island is a sacred place for all students who are interested in working in the design industry.

Zhang Chen hadn't read this "Flying Letters" in his previous life, but he was looking at it energetically, and another person sat down next to him, Zhang Chen didn't take his eyes off the book, but just moved the stool to the side.

"Can you show me this book when you're done?" asked a slightly familiar voice, with some British accents.

Zhang Chen looked at the buddy talking beside him,! Jonathan Ivey!

Seeing this man who appears every time Apple's new product is announced, the most famous industrial designer in the 21st century, and Apple's biggest hero besides Jobs, Zhang Chen's heart is not to mention the joy.

He had asked headhunters to dig up Jonathan Ivey a few times before, but there was no follow-up, and over time, Zhang Chen was also busy with things, so he left this matter behind, but he didn't expect to meet him in the library today.

In fact, Jonathan Ivey comes every day, but he only came to the design branch today.

Zhang Chen was happy in his heart, but smiled quietly on the surface: "Of course you can, you also like John Meda?"

Jonathan Ivey nodded: "I have watched his lectures and seen the products he designed himself, and I think there are many things to learn from." ”

Zhang Chen agreed: "John Meda's concept is very forward-looking, although some places are still immature, but it can be seen that he is exploring in the direction of minimalism, which will become the mainstream direction of industrial design in the future." ”

The only topic that can quickly get closer to technocratics is technology, and Jonathan Ivey, himself a believer in minimalism, can't help but hear this topic with his eyes lit up.

From Van der Rohe to Sori Yanagi, from Dietrams to Kenji Eikuan, Zhang Chen naturally led the topic to Apple's product design.

"Apple's current designers are a bunch of idiots. Zhang Chen showed a disdainful expression, "Until now, it has maintained the aesthetics of ten years ago, no, it should be worse." Every product launched is like a cheap plastic box. ”

Jonathan Ivey gave an embarrassed expression: "Maybe their design isn't that bad." ”

Zhang Chen shook his head: "In the field of consumer goods, the company that can create great products must be a company led by technology and design, and now Apple is setting sunset, just because this group of idiots can't come up with a decent design, Neton handheld computer? That thing is just rubbish! Macintosh TV? can its chin be uglier?"

Jonathan Ivey laughed dryly: "Well, maybe Apple's designers aren't that bad. ”

Zhang Chen pouted: "I bet the designs I came up with with my ass are better than their shit-like brains." ”

Jonathan Ivey was furious: "You bastard! Lao Tzu is the designer of Apple!"

(End of chapter)