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I also met three other people in the Academic Affairs Office. They just nodded and went back to the classroom with their books in their arms.
Zhang Hongmei is very sensitive to emotions, and even more sensitive to malice.
Returning to the classroom, nodding to the teacher, I found a seat where few people sat.
Zhang Hongmei raised her eyebrows with a hint of malice from the classmate next to her. What does this mean?
In fact, Zhang Hongmei can understand it, after all, both sides are at war, and now that she comes here, it is inevitable that she will be hated and hated by others.
What Zhang Hongmei feels the most is contempt, which is normal, but what does liking mean?
The first class is the principle class of computer. Zhang Hongmei has been exposed to the knowledge of digital computers, and she learned it when she was a middle school student. At that time, it was still the dos version. After reading the book, it was still more detailed.
The professor didn't care about the addition of a foreign student, so of course he continued.
Zhang Hongmei listened to the teacher's class, sketched in the book from time to time, and took notes in foreign languages.
After the two-hour class ended, Zhang Hongmei felt that she had lost all feeling in her arms, so she shook her arms. The professor's teaching speed was too fast.
Because I listened carefully to the class, I didn't pay attention to the performance of other students in the class.
But others noticed her. After class, the professor came to Zhang Hongmei's side and picked up her notes. Also read the key points in the book.
"Very good, keep working hard, you can come to me if you don't understand." After speaking, he left.
Zhang Hongmei stood up, took out the schoolbag she had prepared, and put all the books in it. She didn't want to find the books when she came back.
Picking up the schoolbag and walking towards the restaurant introduced by Mr. John, the school serves lunch at noon. In fact, life here is not so good, too many people live in slums. Children under the age of 18 can eat at school with very little money, and they can grow up, which is directly related to the three meals provided by the school. Some families rely on the school to support their children.
But you can't do it when you go to university, because you are considered an adult and you have to pay for your own food. Although the three meals in the school are cheap, there are still many people who choose not to eat lunch.
Zhang Hongmei got used to the three meals. When she came to the restaurant, beautiful music was playing here, and people gathered in twos and threes. Everyone had the same lunch, which in Zhang Hongmei's opinion was just a meal.
Take out your meal card. Handed it to the staff, watched the person make a stroke, and then handed her a tray.
The food here is nothing new, whole wheat bread, vegetable salad, just lettuce, cucumber, tomato, purple cabbage. And a piece of chicken breast, a glass of milk.
Zhang Hongmei couldn't finish this amount, so she was waiting.
Cai Peilin was the first to enter, and the two nodded. Cai Peilin also sat across from Zhang Hongmei with a plate.
Both of them drank the milk slowly, and then waited for Zeng Zhongkang and Cheng Guangxu.
The two were ten minutes behind them, and they entered the restaurant together. The four of them sat together, Zhang Hongmei gave Cai Peilin the chicken breast, this guy was too thin and tall, he looked like a refugee.
"How are the three of you?" Zhang Hongmei still couldn't hold back and asked.
"I can keep up."
"We are actually operating, and I find it very difficult." Cheng Guangxu had a bitter face.
"So do we, and I find it too difficult."
"What's the difficulty? The keyboard can't remember the sequence?"
"Yes, I just can't remember the order."
"This is in the same order as a typewriter. Of course, you have never touched it before and find it difficult."
"Then why not follow the order. Isn't it faster?"
"I remember someone said that this is an anti-human design. It is the same as a typewriter. If the typewriter inputs too fast, the two adjacent key bars will collide, so the card owner, so it is designed in this way, which reduces the typing speed. Also It has continued until now.
There is no other way to do this, but to memorize it by rote. You wait for me, and I will draw the sequence of the keyboard for you. In fact, this memory is also tricky. You two should read it carefully. "
Zhang Hongmei gave Zeng Zhongkang the whole wheat bread. I only drank the milk and ate the vegetable salad.
Pushing the dinner plate aside,?He took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag, and began to explain to the two while drawing.
Both of them are people with extremely high IQs. After Zhang Hongmei's explanation in plain language, they immediately felt a sense of enlightenment.
There is a two-hour break at noon, but the dormitory of male and female students is absolutely not allowed to hang out with each other, so the four of them study in the dining room.
Zeng Zhongkang has been in contact with a typewriter and can use it, so he is very familiar with the keyboard.
However, what Zhang Hongmei said was something she didn't know.
The class is about to begin, and Cheng Guangxu is still unsatisfied, "Hongmei, I have decided to stay at your house with the cheek, and you will have a lot of time to teach us at night."
"Okay, there are two bicycles, and you will be responsible for driving me every day."
"Okay. I just think it's too much trouble for you."
Zhang Hongmei gave him a blank look. "Do you still know the ways of the world? If you knew, you should tell classmate Zeng, after all, you still have to use other people's bicycles."
"Thank you, Classmate Zeng."
"Need not."
Zhang Hongmei was silent, she really met a bunch of wonderful people.
The four of them went to their own classrooms.
In the afternoon, Zhang Hongmei took a practical operation class, and she was able to type blindly, so she was able to keep up with the progress.
All the students in the class were watching this new foreign student, and they were all stunned by her performance. This computer operation is as proficient as the professor, which is too shocking.
The professor has also been paying attention to her. This Asian student is really impressive.
I deliberately walked to her side and watched her operate, which is more intuitive now.
Thinking of my current project, I decided to give this Asian female student a chance, but she had to pass her own test.
Zhang Hongmei is now concentrating on operating according to the book and the professor's requirements, and doesn't pay attention to other things at all, so she doesn't pay attention to the professor standing beside her.
Zhang Hongmei didn't put down her arms until the end of get out of class two hours later. She hasn't typed on the keyboard for a long time, and she really misses it.
Kneaded his sore neck and turned left and right a few times. Close your eyes again to relieve the soreness.
The rest of the class is a self-study class, Zhang Hongmei didn't move, just kept reading. In fact, there are many things that don't match what I have learned. Also, although computers have been researched for fifteen years, I have learned so much. It was fifty years later. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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