Chi Xiaoxian went downstairs to the bathroom, and when he came back, he couldn't sleep a little, and watched Lao Chen and the boy print materials on the first floor.

Lao Chen was operating the printer, turned his head to Chi Xiaoxian and said, "Do you two know each other?" They're all sophomores. ”

Chi Xiaoxian blinked: "I just met today, and it's quite fateful." ”

"If only you knew you had homework." The boy paused slightly, "You won't know me today." ”

“……”

This man's mouth is quite poisonous.

Chi Xiaoxian saw an experiment report on the table that he took out of his bag, with the boy's name and major written on it.

School of Biology, Fang Yue.

The printer on the side was still humming, spitting out paper in a hurry.

Chi Xiaoxian glanced at it, it was a foreign language document, with a patch of tables and dense numbers on it.

There are too many data pages, and the printer "Didi" twice, prompting to change the toner cartridge.

Lao Chen muttered while changing the box: "You're used to knocking on my door at night, right?" A handful of old bones have to get up and work for you......"

Fang Yue raised his gaze from the computer: "I can print it myself." ”

"Yes, this printer is loud anyway, and you still have to wake it up." Lao Chen yawned, "When you're done, swipe your card." ”

Fang Yue handed over the campus card with one hand, and was still busy typing on the keyboard with the other. The words "final paper of the course" were clearly displayed on the computer, and Chi Xiaoxian's heart jumped: "This paper...... Can the professor still make corrections? ”

Fang Yue said indifferently: "Teaching assistants can also score." ”

Chi Xiaoxian digested his words for a while, turned his head and picked up the pile of paper that had just been printed, found a stapler, and carefully nailed three neatly arranged nails.

He respectfully presented his hands to Fang Yue, and his tone was well-behaved: "Give, respected teaching assistant." ”

Fang Yue took the paper and didn't speak.

Chi Xiaoxian felt that there seemed to be some room for manipulation in this matter, and said tentatively: "Do you think you can give me a high score?" ”

Fang Yue closed the computer and asked an unexpected question.

"What is the full name of this course?"

Chi Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment.

"Uh, disasters, post-disaster ecology and ...... And what? ”

"Are you asking me rhetorically?"

"No, no, no." Chi Xiaoxian hurriedly denied it. He scratched his hair, his eyes lit up, and he said, "I remember!" Post-Disaster Ecological and Geographical Reconstruction! ”

Fang Yue stared at him for a while, and said word by word: "Post-disaster ecological and geographical environment reconstruction. ”

Chi Xiaoxian: "......"

I've wanted to complain for a long time, why do you have such a complicated twisting name?

But Chi Xiaoxian was a fish on the chopping board at the moment, so he had to nod frantically, looking like a good student: "Remember." ”

Fang Yue flipped out Chi Xiaoxian's paper. The final paper is usually submitted in two copies, one paper and one electronic, and now the electronic version is included in his computer.

Seeing the cover of his paper appear on the computer screen, Chi Xiaoxian suddenly felt anxious.

He bit his lip unconsciously and glanced at Fang Yue secretly, trying to discern the feedback on his paper from his expression.

However, Fang Yue's face is like a personal AI model, perfect, but indifferent and expressionless.

"Chi Xiaoxian, aren't you sleeping?" Suddenly, a voice came from upstairs.

Chi Xiaoxian looked up and saw that it was Zheng Yikai: "I'll wait a while, you can sleep first." ”

He inexplicably lowered his voice as he spoke, for fear that this little movement would disturb his esteemed teaching assistant and prevent him from giving himself a passing grade.

Two minutes later, Fang Yue's mouse returned to the cover page.

"Is this paper okay?" Chi Xiaoxian asked cautiously.

"First of all, the font is not uniform, and two of the five second-level headings have formatting problems; English symbols and Chinese symbols are mixed, mainly colons and double quotation marks; There are also three sick sentences, one of which is 'grim', 'of' is played one more time, which shows that your attitude is not very serious......"

Fang Yue didn't need to look at his documents anymore to memorize all the questions in his mind and repeat them without hurrying.

Chi Xiaoxian's heart was a little cold.

"Finally—" Fang Yue frowned again, "Who are you trying to deceive with such a large line spacing?" ”

...... "Who would have thought that you would be the one who corrected the paper in the end?!"

The paper version has no word count statistics, and a large line spacing can make the article thicker.

Chi Xiaoxian said worriedly: "So I'm going to be hung up?" Forget it, die early and be born early, you just tell me to score it. ”

Fang Yue: "The paper accounts for seventy points, and I will give you sixty." ”

Chi Xiaoxian's eyes widened, unable to believe it.

"Although the number of words is small, the format is messy, the punctuation is problematic, and there are a few sick sentences, they are basically their own ideas, although the argumentation process seems immature and clumsy, but there is no washing and water word count."

Chi Xiaoxian was a little confused.

Is this praising him or scolding him?

Fang Yue continued: "The theme is post-disaster ecological reconstruction under different economic policy considerations, which is much more innovative than just discussing ecological and geographical changes, and is an interdisciplinary research with a certain significance. The disadvantages are prominent, but so are the advantages. ”

“？” At that time, Chi Xiaoxian just didn't want to gnaw on those ecological papers that were not his major, so he scribbled them in combination with his economic background, and the whole process was DIY, with few citations.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, Fang Yue said again: "But this leads to another problem, that is, the writing is too subjective, the arguments are insufficient, and the accuracy is questionable. ”

Chi Xiaoxian was already confused by what he said: "...... So? ”

"Not so." Fang Yue said succinctly, "I can give you a passing grade." ”

Chi Xiaoxian was finally relieved, after all, he still had to pay a thousand exam fees to retake the exam, but what about the money for three hot pots.

"Then I'm going to go to bed?" Chi Xiaoxian breathed a sigh of relief, "You also rest early." ”

"Hmm." Fang Yue didn't seem to have any plans to call it a day.

Chi Xiaoxian just walked up the stairs, but turned back again: "Where do you sleep at night?" Now I can't go back to the dormitory, and I've been locked from the inside. ”

"I know, I'll just sleep downstairs."

The light of the white electronic display screen reflected in Fang Yue's eyes, but the scorching summer gave people a cold and silent feeling. It's as if the collapse of the world has nothing to do with him, and he still has to do whatever he should do. He has a world of his own, and everything runs according to the order he has made.

Chi Xiaoxian admires this kind of person.

But this kind of person is often difficult to really get close to, and usually does not like others to enter their own world and disturb their own life rules.

After Chi Xiaoxian went upstairs, the room returned to tranquility, only the low hum of the air conditioner.

After another hour, Fang Yue finished work, he clicked on a memo on the desktop, crossed out today's tasks one by one on it, and after all the fonts became light, he breathed a sigh of relief and pinched the back of his neck with his backhand.

He looked around and saw that there was no place to lie on the first floor, so he went to find three chairs, put them together and simply made a bed, folded his coat as a pillow, and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Chi Xiaoxian woke up with a sore body.

His folding bed was too cramped for him to roll over, and he ended up cowering and sleeping all night.

Zheng Yikai was full of energy, and as soon as he woke up, he was so hungry that he began to look for something to eat.

When Chi Xiaoxian walked downstairs, he saw that Fang Yue had already started work again, and he was filling in some data on the computer.

"Morning, Teaching Assistant." Chi Xiaoxian said hello.

Hearing this title, Fang Yue's eyebrows jumped, and then he replied with the word "morning" a little indifferently.

Chi Xiaoxian was happy to see his reaction.

Lao Chen was cooking porridge, he sprinkled some dried red dates into the porridge, and put a few pieces of rock sugar, and soon the small room was filled with the aroma of porridge and the rich taste of jujubes, Zheng Yikai sniffled: "This smells much more fragrant than the canteen." ”

Chi Xiaoxian, Lao Chen, and Fang Yue only ate one bowl, but Zheng Yikai drank two bowls in a row and killed half a bag of mustard. Lao Chen teased: "Your bowl is so clean that you don't even need to wash it." ”

After eating, Lao Chen took out his mobile phone and began to play the news. Chi Xiaoxian began to listen while playing with his mobile phone, and finally even Fang Yue couldn't help but raise his head and look at the screen playing the news.

Everyone is aware of the seriousness of the problem.

Almost overnight, the news all changed. When Chi Xiaoxian watched it last night, the most clicked news was still the fire in the mental hospital, but when I looked at it today, all I saw were eye-catching red bold "attack", "infection", "death", and "armed forces", and almost all of the core areas where the first, second, and third districts are located appeared similar reports.

There are a total of thirteen districts in the Southern Union Highlands.

The first, second and third districts are the core areas, where the central government and some core departments under it are located, as well as some scientific research centers and universities.

But the so-called core only refers to the functional core, and geographically, the 123rd district is located in the southwest corner of the United Heights. The remaining 10 districts extend in three directions, north, east and south, with districts 12 and 13 all marginal, slightly polluted, virtually uninhabited, set aside for government research and reuse.

The sudden revelation that the core area had been severely attacked and infected was both terrifying and suspicious.

Chi Xiaoxian flipped through the comment area under the news and found that many people had the same idea as him, and conspiracy theories were rampant for a while.

Rome was broadcasting the morning news from the Southern Highlands live, and Lao Chen clicked on it and turned up the volume.

"For the attack that occurred in the three districts of the center in the past two days, the Ministry of Health and Health carried out a study overnight, and preliminarily determined that it should be some kind of virus similar to causing zombie symptoms, and the infection route is the body. Fluids, especially blood. The spokesman of the Ministry of Security, the Army, said that although the results of medical research have not yet been concluded, once the infected person attacks healthy humans, the army will immediately carry out thermal weapons to kill to ensure that the infection will not spread, and ask residents not to panic, return to their homes as soon as possible, stock up on supplies, and lock doors and windows......"

"Let's connect with the reporter in front of you—"

The scene cuts from a photo of an officer giving a speech to the twin towers, the administrative center of the Southern Union Heights landmark.

The Twin Towers towered into the sky, and the front of the buildings was densely lined with military vehicles, and gunmen surrounded the streets.

A young man with a round face and big eyes appeared: "As you can see, all the infected people inside the Twin Towers have been removed, the personnel of the medical department are disinfecting the building, and the army will also send a detachment to protect it, and it is expected that the administrative center will resume normal operation tomorrow." ”

His face was gray, his eyes were sunken, and his expression was tired, but the joy and relaxation on his face were almost overflowing, which made people feel a sense of peace of mind.

"Bang!"

There was a sudden loud bang in the picture, and everyone was startled.

There was also a brief moment of confusion on the reporter's expression, and he turned his head to try to see what was happening behind him.

However, he noticed that his body seemed to be out of control.

He looked down and saw a large, bloody hole in his chest, abruptly there, as if he were a foam that could be easily chiseled through, rather than a living person.

In the last moment of his consciousness, he recognized the penetrating wound from a small bombardment, a very powerful weapon of suppression. Just ten minutes earlier, a commander of the Ministry of Security had flaunted to him the power of the object.

He shook his body and fell.

There is a scream in front of the camera, and the screen goes black.