Chapter 110: Is the Dream Still There?

"I would like to announce that the four teams representing our School of Computer Science and Information Technology in the school-wide programming competition have all been decided. They are Team Li Jie, Team Mi Pink, Team ITH, and Team Kill Bill. These four teams Both official and substitute players can get 0.5 points of general education credits and 2 points of moral education points, I hope you can get better results in the whole school competition."

The competition started at 8 o'clock in the morning, and when all the tossing was over, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. When the dean handed out the competition certificates to the three people and announced that they had officially qualified, both Su Hongyi and Han Dong jumped up cheering.

Nan Ming was lazy, and casually stuffed the entry certificate into his bag, a little nonchalantly, but Su Hongyi and Han Dong had already hugged him, if they weren't strong enough, they would have to lift Nan Ming up No.

In just a few days, they turned from beginners to one of the top few students among nearly a thousand students in the Institute of Computer Science and Information Technology.

How can they be unhappy?

And all of this, although I don't know the reason, but step by step, it is all done according to the pace arranged by Nanming.

Before they actually got the competition certificate, they were worried that it was just a dream, but now they are really relieved.

But in contrast, Nanming has strengthened two more books in the past few days. Although only one can be used, these two books alone have created two books that surpassed four years of university education in terms of programming ability. master.

After all this tossing, Nan Ming's current energy has dropped to 11 degrees of the sixth grid!

If you don't replenish your energy well, I'm afraid it will be dangerous!

As the hatching progress of Lazy God increased, the connection between Nan Ming and Lazy God seemed to be getting closer and closer. Now that the energy is low, Nan Ming feels that his mood is also easily depressed.

After putting in so much energy, what he got in exchange was just this competition certificate. Nan Ming really didn't feel any sense of accomplishment, and he really didn't know if it was worthwhile to work so hard.

"Okay, okay, it's just a qualifying match, and there will be a whole school competition later, and we haven't won yet." Seeing that the two were getting more and more excited and couldn't stop, Nan Ming quickly poured cold water on them, he didn't want to I was tossed away.

Still, how can two people calm down? Still jumping and jumping.

In fact, it wasn't just them, even Li Jie was very happy at this time, so Nanming's calm seemed particularly abnormal.

Seeing him like this, Wan Jianyong believed even more that he was just a soy saucer, and immediately complained to Vice President Chen beside him: "It seems that we will have to change the rules in the future. If the number of people is not enough, don't force it." When the number of people is full, anyone can squeeze in..."

"Hey..." Vice President Chen could only smirk. It's not up to them to participate in the competition in groups of three. This is the standard configuration of the World College Student Programming Contest, and they are just following the standard.

"I'll treat guests at noon, let's go to rare wontons." After the two of them calmed down a little, Nan Ming said.

They made an appointment to meet at Rare Wonton at noon, and the three separated downstairs in the computer room.

There is no class today, and everyone has other arrangements. A game fan like Han Dong hasn't masturbated for several days. Now he can't wait to fly back and play a few games.

Nanming also has arrangements today, since he came to Qingyang, he has made a lot of phone calls, but he never fulfilled his promise to Lu Zhenguo "I'll see you when I settle down", and almost a month has passed in the blink of an eye up.

Yesterday Lu Zhenguo called and said that Mr. Lu came back from the capital and invited Nan Ming to have dinner tonight.

If not, Nan Ming wouldn't dare to consume his energy until there were only ten degrees left. Going to Mr. Lu's place meant that there must be a big meal. Furthermore, Nanming himself would feel very sorry if he didn't go to Lu Zhen's country again.

But before that, Nan Ming has to go back and take a rest, it is a little bit of energy to recover.

As soon as Nan Ming stepped on the balance bike, he received a call from Liu Minzhong.

Liu Minzhong's first sentence on the phone was: "Nan Ming, something happened!"

"What's going on?" Nan Ming's heart tightened and he asked hastily.

"Xiao Zeng stole something, injured someone, and was arrested." Liu Minzhong smiled wryly.

Xiao Zeng is one of the volunteers of the Institute of Vision Research. When testing the blind cane training process, Xiao Zeng was a volunteer. He was one of the first batch of blind people who learned echolocation.

In Nan Ming's mind, he was a taciturn, thin and timid young man, who could never be connected with beating or stealing.

"Where is Xiao Zeng now? Is the injury serious? Has the matter been found out?" Nan Ming's first reaction was that Xiao Zeng must have been wronged.

"I just came out of the school police station. Xiao Zeng was indeed stealing and beating someone. He avoided the camera, but he didn't expect that there was a mirror on the wall. The shopkeeper could see it clearly from the mirror. When he came to stop him, he beat him up. Yes, the camera also recorded it..."

"Xiao Zeng...how could he be like this?" Nan Ming was speechless for a while.

The cultural level of most blind people is relatively low, and their moral and world views are even less stable, and the ability of echolocation is really too strong, so strong that it can easily break through people's moral values ​​and views of right and wrong.

Liu Minzhong was a little depressed, "Nan Ming, you said... what we did, right?"

Nan Ming was also at a loss.

He just wanted to help more blind people, but he didn't expect that sometimes helping others may not bring good results.

This situation has already occurred before they carry out large-scale assistance activities for the blind. What will happen if more people are helped in the future?

After hanging up the phone, Nan Ming felt panicked in his heart, wishing to yell out loud.

He leaned forward, and the balance car under his feet was spinning rapidly, and his whole body almost turned into a black line, speeding across the ground.

The strong wind blew up his hair, his clothes, and his backpack, but the troubles lingering in his heart could not be resolved.

Speeding to the east gate, Nan Ming slowed down and crossed the road, but was taken aback.

He saw an old man with white beard and hair pacing back and forth outside the door of Rare Wonton. Who is it if it's not Mr. Jiang?

"Uncle Jiang!" Seeing that Mr. Jiang was able to come out for a stroll, Nan Ming was finally a little happy.

Helping others is indeed right!

Seeing Nan Ming, Jiang Wanghai was even happier. From such a distance, he could hear his laughing voice: "Xiao Ming, I haven't seen you for several days!"

"Uncle, can you come out and hang out now?" Nan Ming jumped off the balance bike, and reached out to support Mr. Jiang. In fact, Mr. Jiang's waist is straight now, and his face is ruddy. Why should he support him?

He looked at Mr. Jiang up and down, and saw a black ball rolling around at Mr. Jiang's feet. When he looked carefully, it was a little black dog with black hair all over his body. He had just been weaned not long ago. Small and big, but it was very naughty, pounced on and bit Nan Ming's toes.

"Xiao Hei! Xiao Hei!" Mr. Jiang scolded, tightened the rope in his hand, and pulled the little black dog away from Nan Ming's feet.

Nan Ming squatted down, stretched out his hand to caress the furry body of the little guy, this little guy was not honest at all, he even raised his head to lick Nan Ming's hand, very lively.

"It's called Xiao Hei?"

"That's right!" Mr. Jiang grinned and laughed, "The big black dog next door has a litter. Do you want one? I'll foster one for you too."

Nan Ming really likes small animals, especially dogs, but after thinking about it, he can't even take care of himself now, so he shook his head and gave up.

"It's good to have a dog. It can take care of the house. It's a pity that a lot of leftovers in the store have been thrown away." Mr. Jiang said.

Thinking of the poisonous monkey incident before, Nan Ming was a little moved, but he still shook his head after all. He was tired of supporting himself, but he didn't have the energy to raise these dogs.

Nanming played with the little black dog for a while, fed it some food, and chatted with Mr. Jiang for a while. When he heard that Nanming was coming to eat at noon, Mr. Jiang was very happy, but sighed: "Oh, I am now, My hands are born, my eyes are blurred, I don't know how to use the gas stove now, and I made a meal a few days ago, even Xiaohui, a little girl, hates it, and it's all in Xiaohei's stomach."

At the foot, Xiao Hei whined a few times, looking very aggrieved.

Mr. Jiang has not cooked for more than ten years, and it is true that he did it by hand. Besides, everyone's tastes have changed a lot in the past ten years. The things he was good at before are now even disgusted by his granddaughter. Mr. Jiang was at a loss.

Nanming looked at the expression of old man Jiang and sighed in his heart.

Mr. Jiang regards cooking skills as his life, but after such a serious illness, he was paralyzed in bed for more than ten or twenty years, and 90% of his cooking skills have been ruined.

Mr. Jiang is actually a person with high self-esteem, how can he easily accept it?

It is probably for this reason that he raised a dog to distract himself.

Nan Ming was also a little disappointed. Jiang Chaohua's craftsmanship was not top-notch. Nan Ming still wanted to eat Mr. Jiang's food. Seeing Mr. Jiang's disappointment, Nan Ming said, "Uncle, don't be discouraged. Just practice after giving birth, I still expect you to open a big restaurant, I eat and drink every day."

"If that day really comes, I will cook for you every day." Mr. Jiang was also looking forward to it when he heard the words. He inadvertently remembered that when the master was still there, he guarded a small shop in his hometown. Although the business was deserted, But still very happy.

What about big hotels and small restaurants? Even if he is just serving as the chef in the rare wonton, he is very happy.

But it would be happier if more people could eat his meals.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and this cooking skill is useless. Is the dream still there?

Mr. Jiang suddenly grabbed Nan Ming: "Xiao Ming, come and help me taste it!"

"Help you taste...I..." Nan Ming didn't really want to, but Mr. Jiang's eyes lit up, and he held his hand tightly, "Come, order some dishes!"

"Then... hot and sour potato shreds?" Nan Ming was too embarrassed to refuse under the gaze of Mr. Jiang's piercing eyes, so he could only order the simplest home-cooked dish. (To be continued.)