Rebirth of Northland Technology

After Professor Wang left, the more Cheng Yongxing copied, the more upset he became!

There are almost two hundred English words on a piece of letter paper.If you make any mistake, the whole article will be invalidated!An error rate of 5 per thousand means a 100% void.

This is the final manuscript, in addition to not smearing, but also neat handwriting!

For the rebirth, this is deadly.

When do later generations need to write with a pen so seriously?Not to mention the already bad fonts.After so many years, his pen style has completely degraded to the elementary school level.

Due to the high-speed typing speed, the speed of thinking is much higher than that of handwriting.The inconsistency of the two speeds also increases the probability of error.

This is often the case. The more anxious you are, the easier it is to go wrong.Write, write, another manuscript is scrapped!

In the evening, it took more than three hours. His result was just copying the first page four times!He has regarded copying as the first time-consuming work.But unexpectedly, its difficulty is still underestimated!

In this age without computers, people who write articles are called pens, which makes sense!

But for a reborn person, this is unreasonable work.

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When he was in class the next day, he didn't even think about attending the class, so he took all the time to copy.

Cheng Yongxing is not a very careful person. In addition, he hasn't used the pen for a long time to write, and the situation of forgetting the characters is everywhere.Getting used to relying on the help of computer software, writing with hands is extremely painful.The constant rework made his head go big.

In addition to this paper to be copied, there are three more papers to be written.According to this efficiency, there will be nothing else for the next few weeks! Copying papers will take more time than the experiment itself!

This is just a joke!

What makes him even more disturbed is that even if it has been written, it is completely unsatisfactory!

The font is so bad!

This is exactly the handwriting of a primary school student, and he doubts whether anyone wants to take a look at this kind of manuscript!Anyway, he himself didn't want to watch it!

If the paper is typed back because the font is too bad, it would be wrong.

Need to find foreign aid.

The experience of life gave him wisdom, and the greatest wisdom is to understand himself.

Life has taught him when he needs to admit defeat, instead of just insisting.The result of persistence is not necessarily victory, but often greater defeat.

In this era, he cannot find computers and typesetting software, but people can still find them.

This was a history class. He did not sit in the front row, and the girls sat in the first few rows as usual.

Looking at the few girls in the front row attending the class, he had new ideas.

In later life, he went abroad to fight alone, and had very little contact with his classmates in the country, and no one's light was attached.This time it was overthrown and started again, and he decided to correct this obvious mistake.

The more important factor that determines a person's success is who he knows!

When he was young, he thought it was a shame to ask for someone.Now, he already knows that asking for help is sometimes a way to deepen the relationship between the two parties!

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noon

After class, he did not follow the usual practice, like other boys, crazy running and sprinting.Rather, they slowly trailed behind a few girls.

After arriving at the cafeteria, Cheng Yongxing took the rice bowl and sat down at the girl's table, squeezing between Zhao Mengjia and Hao Yunli.

There are standard round tables in the canteen. One table can seat 8 people. After 6 girls sit down, there are two empty seats.

"Hey! Why are you sitting here?"

Several girls looked at him with strange eyes.Although everyone has been in class together for more than two weeks, they are far from familiar.Since the beginning of school, there are no group activities in the class, and there are still relatively few opportunities for contact with each other.

According to the habit of high school students, there is absolutely no exchange between boys and girls.

In the large self-study classroom, it is obvious that there are a bunch of girls and a bunch of boys.In the western study rooms, the opposite is true. Girls are mutually exclusive and rarely sit together.

Freshmen have just entered college, which is a transitional period from confrontation between male and female students to cooperation between male and female students.Everyone felt awkward when a boy sat in a table of girls.

Cheng Yongxing also felt a little awkward.He is very familiar with several female classmates. After all, the friendship between the four-year classmates is quite strong.

What made him feel awkward was the look in their eyes.Several people looked at him with strange eyes, and he actually got goosebumps on him, a middle-aged man with a thicker skin than the city wall!

"Hi!..."

Cheng Yongxing was still cheeky and greeted in a low voice.Although he is a middle-aged oily man at heart, his appearance is very confusing.The baby face with dimples makes him look like a large doll.

"What are you doing, why are you huddling with us?"

Lin Ting and Cheng Yongxing are quite familiar. Since the two share apples together, they can occasionally say hello when they meet.

"For dinner, I am late today, and they are almost finished eating." Generally speaking, girls walk slowly, plus those who come late, the queues are longer.When they finish buying, the boys are almost finished eating.

"Why are you so slow today, don't you usually run quite well?"

Zhao Mengjia was a little strange.Cheng Yongxing would sit in the first row in some classes, and when the bell rang after class, he was the first to rush out with his bag, very conspicuous.

"I'm hungry, I haven't eaten enough in the morning, I can't run! Eat, eat quickly!"

"Okay, eat! But why do you eat so little? How many taels is this?"

Zhao Mengjia found that the rice cooked by the boy around her was similar to her own.Since the military training has just passed, boys’ appetite is at least six taels.

"I have always eaten so much. During the military training, I couldn't even eat you girls."

"Really? I didn't pay attention."

A group of people stopped talking soon and ate silently.As an unfamiliar boy was mixed in on the table, the dinner table was obviously much quieter than usual.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Feng Yan sat opposite, looking at the boy who always looked around, and felt that something must be happening.

"You can see this all?"

Some things are born, even if it is rebirth, his every move can not escape the real keen eye.

"Forget it, don't pretend to be that way! This way you will feel uncomfortable, and we will not feel comfortable." Feng Yan went straight.As a study committee member, she naturally has a certain right to speak.

"Uh, no, how can it..."

"How do you hesitate?"

Zhao Mengjia also noticed something was wrong.

"Is there anything really wrong? If there is something embarrassing, we can definitely help!"

Lin Ting had a good impression of this little classmate.

Although the ladies' initial impression of Cheng Yongxing is not very good, his appearance is very confusing.A baby face, a face of immature, gives a natural sense of harmlessness.

Such a boy, sitting among everyone, twisted and squeezed, actually inspired the natural protection and curiosity of the girls.No one expected this.

Cheng Yongxing's twitching is because he doesn't know how to position himself or how to express!

All of you sitting here are his real classmates. There is nothing unspeakable, and there is no indelible face.But when the real words came to his lips, he really couldn't say some words.

More importantly, in what tone and in what manner?

The girls sitting here are only seventeen or eighteen years old, just a little older than his daughter!If it were in his real world, he would definitely say:

Come, do uncle a favor...

"I have been working on a topic recently, preparing to write a paper for publication..." In the end, Cheng Yongxing felt straightforward.He is good at telling stories, whether it is to his daughter or his classmates, the story is always the same.

"Can you really publish it?"

Lin Ting intervened.The paper or something, everyone is not very clear about its meaning.But anything, whether it is poetry, prose, or letter from readers, as long as it is published, is a tall thing.

This story quickly changed the style of painting on the dining table from caring to curiosity and envy.Everyone's interest also became strong.

"It should be almost the same. Professor Wang has already read it for me, and I just need to copy it again before sending it." Cheng Yongxing took out the draft revised by Wang Liguo and passed it on to everyone.

"It's in English!"

Hao Yunli took the draft in her hand and screamed in surprise.Fortunately, people coming and going in the cafeteria were very noisy and did not attract the attention of others.