Everyone was discussing it very enthusiastically. Some groups had already set the topic, while some were still struggling with what to do. Che Keer went to inquire about it and returned with some concern:

"Chaochao, we are all girls. Can we make good models?"

"What's wrong?"

"I see that some teams have prepared to set materials and have to order a large number of acrylic boards and kt boards. Cutting alone is very consuming. There are also some light bulb installation applications. I am very poor in physics, so I am afraid it won't work."

Fu Chaochao comforted her, "It's okay, I'm there, and I don't understand a lot, but boys understand. If they don't understand, ask them, and they will help."

Che Keer suddenly lit up his eyes, looked around, and leaned over and said in a low voice: "Yes, I forgot that your husband is a programmer, a science student, you should know physics, right?"

Fu Chaochao: "...that, he should-"

Che Keer said excitedly: "We can ask him for help when we meet someone we don't know. There is time tonight, which is equivalent to pulling a man into the group!"

Che Keer grabbed her hand, "When I think about it, we are very strong too!"

“…”

Whatever you do, please help the first place in foreign aid?

Fu Chaochao immediately gave up the idea, "Let's take a look first!"

However, she also remembered Che Keer's words in her heart.

Science students should be very good at making models, they can perform calculations very accurately, and they can meet every night. It seems that they are quite idle when they see the thin depth of field.

Asking him for help seems... OK?

Her thoughts floated to the scene last night again, the empty villa, the comfortable sofa, the faint smell of cedar on his body, cold and soft.

It is not sweet, but it makes people feel relaxed and at ease.

My heartbeat slowly accelerated, and the thoughts in my mind were occupied by that frivolous and wanton man.

The more I want to forget, the more I can’t forget it. The scene I played in my mind couldn’t control myself and the scene I had before was played again and again, and even the details were clearer and clearer.

His breathing, his body temperature, he patted her head's hand...

"Chaochao, let's discuss the museum!" Che Ke'er's voice came from her ears, pulling back Fu Chaochao's thoughts.

She nodded, patted her face and let out a sigh of relief, as if this could cool down the heat in her heart.

After barely dealing with Che Keer, the students left one after another after class. Fu Chaochao packed up the notes he had just discussed, and couldn't help but think of Bo Jingshen.

If he were there, how would he do this design?

"Chaochao?Chaochao!"

Che Keer's hand shook in front of her eyes and asked worriedly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I see you are distracted?"

Fu Chaochao quickly shook his head, feeling a little panicked when he was discovered, "No, I'm just thinking about what I'm going to do after graduation."

"Oh." Che Keer looked at the time, "Then do you want to eat in the canteen at noon or?"

There is still class in the afternoon, and even if Fu Chaochao goes back to eat, he will have to come back to class.

Usually Fu Chaochao would ask Bo Jingshen if he wanted to come, but perhaps because of guilt, she said without thinking: "I'll eat at school."

At noon, Bo Jingshen had just left the company and got in the car. He planned to go to Fu Chaochao's school and have dinner together.

At this time, I received a message, which was a rare text message from Fu Chaochao.

Fu Chaochao: [I went to the canteen with Keer at noon]

Bo Jingshen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were as if he was thinking.

Thin depth of field:【OK】
Chapter completed!