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Chapter 237 Double-blind experiment
Chapter 237 Double-blind experiment
There was no one in the lab today, so Teacher Xu opened the door, took him around, and threw all the new components to him.
"You should use it sparingly and leave some for others. Most of it was brought here from Hong Kong City by someone else."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Teacher Xu."
Qiu Huoming's eyes lit up. He had originally wanted to find Zhao Jiamin's uncle, but it seemed that he had saved the money.
"Remember to lock the door when you go out. Also, be sure to turn off the power to the soldering iron when you're not using it..."
Teacher Xu gave a few instructions and then hurried out. The recent classes were very busy and he had to keep an eye on them.
Qiu Huoming looked at the materials with joy in his heart, then turned around and closed the door first.
The newly arrived copper-clad laminated boards were piled in a thick stack in the corner. He bent down and took one in his hand. After measuring the size, he used a cutting machine to cut it into the size of the circuit diagram.
Then he took out the wax paper and copied the circuit diagram on it in a 1:1 ratio. He took a container, poured paint and talcum powder into it, and mixed it into printing material.
He placed the wax paper with the circuit engraved on it on the cut copper-clad board, and used a brush to evenly apply the printing material on the wax paper. After repeating this several times, the circuit was printed on the board...
"I studied it in high school, otherwise I wouldn't have applied for the architecture major."
Zhao Jiamin smiled slightly and said, "I went to the Canton Fair to help out and just came back today."
Zhao Jiamin responded, raised the palette, dipped the brush into the paint, and began to compose the picture on the drawing paper...
Zhao Jiamin continued, "I know. The teacher introduced him last time. He is the monitor of our class..."
After success, rinse continuously with water, then use "banana water" to wipe off the paint. After cleaning, apply a layer of rosin solution and let it dry for later use.
"So this is your name, it has a good meaning, and... you draw really well..." Zhao Jiamin glanced at the still life painting she drew not far away.
Ou Sixi didn't plan to get an appointment right away. She smiled and said, "It's okay. I just mentioned it casually."
She leaned against the railing and could see her bed through the glass. There were four people living in the dormitory now, and things were piling up more and more. She looked at the purple skirt hanging on the head of her bed, her thoughts flying.
The girl tutted her lips and said, "I also signed up and passed the first round. Hey, my name is Ou Sixi, and I'm in the same class as you..."
She walked over quickly, set up the easel, opened the box, laid out the things, and took a small bucket to the end of the corridor to get some water.
After drinking tea, she went to the water room to wash the tea sets, then returned to the dormitory, carried the paint tool box downstairs, and walked straight towards the "Red Building".
The sound of music from the radio could be faintly heard in the corridor. Zhao Jiamin didn't have to go to class today, so she was not in a hurry and was enjoying this rare leisure time.
That is to say, when one party is speaking, the other party can only listen, and can only speak after he finishes speaking.
It was almost time to go home from school and the view outside the window was very quiet, with only a few students passing by downstairs.
"Ah."
Feng Zichang never looked back, but his stiff back and his hands that were slow to put pen to paper showed that his mind was not on painting at the moment.
The corner where she often stayed was still empty. Familiar places always give people a sense of security.
"It's good to know each other, hahaha, let's go to the cafeteria to have dinner together in the evening?" Ou Sixi invited.
He put on gloves, squatted on the ground, prepared the "etching liquid", and applied it to the part of the circuit that needed to be etched...
So she had almost no male friends since she was a child, except... She was stunned for a moment, and Qiu Huoming's appearance jumped into her mind.
As soon as she sat down, she saw a girl walk up to her and said, "You must be classmate Zhao, why haven't I seen you these few days?"
It seems that I feel quite comfortable when I am with Qiu Huoming, and I also get along well with his group of friends...
She made a cup of tea and took it to the balcony to drink. She looked at the basketball court not far away. She had only been here for more than two months, but it seemed like she had been here for a long time. She was reluctant to leave.
With a hint of anticipation, he picked up the first component with a focused look, the soldering iron beside him already heated up...
She pursed her lips, shook off her thoughts, looked at the drawing board in front of her, and continued to draw...
Being soft-hearted brings only endless troubles, and what happened in high school is an example of this.
Ou Sixi's face immediately showed joy. She looked ordinary, not tall, with short hair and a round face, but she did look quite festive when she smiled.
It was not until she entered the studio that she saw a group of people in the studio she often visited. She was not surprised because this studio was open to the public.
In East 8 Dormitory, Zhao Jiamin has already placed the persimmons. If the water temperature is right, they can be eaten at noon tomorrow.
"No, I have made appointments with other people..." Zhao Jiamin shook her head.
This can only be used for small-batch production, it takes too much effort.
After it's dry, he can start drilling holes. Soon, his speed increased. Qiu Huoming made five holes by following the same pattern before stopping. The smell in the laboratory was very strong, so he walked to the window to get some fresh air.
She was already accustomed to this kind of pick-up. She had seen a lot of this kind of thing since she was a child. She chose the simplest method, which was to reject directly, from the very beginning, without giving the other party any hope at all.
She leaned close to Zhao Jiamin and whispered, "Did you see the boy in the window? His name is Feng Zichang, he is..."
There were quite a lot of accessories received this time. He selected two small speakers and two microphones. The walkie-talkie he was making at the moment used simplex communication, and the transmission and reception could only work alternately.
Then he took out a notebook from a drawer and made a list of all the components needed this time.
She saw Zhao Jiamin bending down to mix colors with a palette, and then she moved away, "Then I'll go back to paint first, and we'll meet again another day..."
Qiu Huoming flexed his fingers and turned on the desk lamp.
If crispy persimmons are cooked well, they taste even better than ripe persimmons.
So, I’m not against all boys, it mainly depends on... the person.
After the smell dissipated, he returned to the operating table again, cleaned the table, and placed the tools and necessary components on it.
The sunlight outside the window had become a little weaker. Half an hour later, the bell for the end of get out of class rang. A moment later, the sounds of footsteps and voices could be heard in the corridor.
Ou Sixi quickly put away her painting tools. She took down the drawing board before the ink had dried yet and leaned it against the corner. She carried her toolbox, followed by Feng Zichang.
"Zhao Jiamin, we're leaving first!" Ou Sixi greeted Zhao Jiamin.
"Okay, see you later." Zhao Jiamin responded and continued to sit there.
Soon, the people in the studio left. The sun was setting, and the light shone obliquely into the room through the window curtains. Someone turned on the lights in the room.
Mr. Luo walked in. "Oh, you're alone. Is the Canton Fair over?"
"Hello, Mr. Luo. Today has just ended. I will be able to officially come back to class tomorrow."
"Well, okay, you've missed a lot of classes, so just continue drawing. Turn off the lights and close the door when you get back."
"Ah."
Teacher Luo took a look at what she had drawn, then turned and left.
She was the only one left in the huge studio.
She could hear the conversations of some passing students outside the window. She didn't know how long she had been painting. When she had finished most of the painting, she came to her senses. As soon as she moved, she felt pain in her back.
She took the bucket and paintbrush to the sink at the end of the corridor to wash them, and after solving her own personal problems, she looked out the window.
The sky was not too dark and the moonlight could be seen hidden by the clouds.
She walked back carrying the clean bucket and paintbrush. There were no windows on the corridor, and the only sound was her footsteps. There was a faint light from the toilet and her studio at the end, but the middle section was dark...
When she returned to the studio and looked at the familiar interior setting, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The scene just now really reminded me of when I was a child in the village. I was young at that time and was still a little scared.
While thinking about all sorts of things, I took down the drawing board and leaned it against the corner. The painting was not dry yet, so it was the safest way to place it.
She had just stretched when she heard someone knocking on the door.
"knocking"
"The door is not locked..." Zhao Jiamin straightened up and looked towards the door.
With a creaky sound, the door was pushed open, and Qiu Huoming walked in with a lunch bag. "I knew you were here. Have you not eaten yet?"
Without waiting for Zhao Jiamin to respond, he continued, "I haven't eaten either. I just came out of the laboratory and heard Cheng Xiaohui say that you didn't go to the cafeteria, so your lunch bag was hanging on the shelf..."
Zhao Jiamin cleaned up a small table with still life on it, then turned to look at Qiu Huoming, "It's past dinner time, right? Where did you get the food?"
Qiu Huoming placed two aluminum lunch boxes flat on the table.
He showed his watch and said, "You know it's past dinner time. It's already 10 o'clock..."
Zhao Jiamin brought over two stools, "Aren't you also..."
Qiu Huoming sat down on the stool. He had no way to refute what she said, "I bought it at Lakeside Hall..."
Zhao Jiamin opened the lunch box and raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "Fried beef noodles!"
"Hey, surprise."
After Qiu Huoming finished speaking, he took out a covered teacup from his lunch bag.
"And there's soup, just one serving, for you..."
"I'm starving. I'll eat first as a sign of respect."
As Qiu Huoming spoke, he quickly picked up his portion of fried beef noodles, picked up a big bite with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Fuck, it's so delicious, no wonder it's so expensive, there's a reason why it's so expensive..."
Qiu Huoming chewed something and said vaguely:
"They closed at ten o'clock. I almost didn't make the purchase."
Zhao Jiamin sat opposite him, picked up the lunch box, and used chopsticks to put a small portion into Qiu Huoming's lunch box. "I can't eat so much, I still have soup..."
After saying that, she also started eating. She didn't feel very hungry just now, but when she smelled the fragrance, she felt that she really couldn't resist it.
She ate elegantly but not slowly.
After finishing the fried rice noodles, she opened the lid of the teacup, "Wow, chicken soup?"
Qiu Huoming put down his chopsticks, put the empty lunch box back on the table, reached out and touched his stomach, and said with satisfaction: "It's just this little soup, and they gave it to me..."
"I'll give you half." Zhao Jiamin poured half into Qiu Huoming's empty lunch box.
The soup was still a little hot when you put it in your mouth. The chicken soup of that time was covered with a thick layer of oil. Unlike the clear soup of later generations, once it was hot, it took a long time to cool down.
The two drank slowly and chatted as they drank.
"Let me tell you, a walkie-talkie has been made. I used a radio to receive it and can hear clear voices..." After Qiu Huoming finished drinking the chicken soup, he thought of the scene in the laboratory before and suddenly became excited.
"I'll make another one tomorrow and test the effective distance..."
Zhao Jiamin laughed and said, "You're amazing! Compared to you, I seem like a fake science student..."
"If you want to learn, I'll teach you, but it's a bit laborious." Qiu Huoming spread out his left hand. The part of his hand that was burned by the electric iron was still red and swollen...
"Is it serious?" Zhao Jiamin asked nervously.
"Men have thick skin. It's okay. Just apply some Chen Xi's vanishing cream when we get back to the dormitory."
"Chen Xi actually uses vanishing cream?" Zhao Jiamin asked in surprise.
Qiu Huoming approached Zhao Jiamin and asked, "Can you smell me?"
Zhao Jiamin's ears turned red, and she reached out and pushed him, "It all smells like chicken soup."
Qiu Huoming quickly moved away and said, "It smelled good this morning. We all applied it in the dormitory today..."
"I don't know where Chen Xi got it from, it's quite slippery." Qiu Huoming reached out and touched his cheek.
"You're so conceited." Zhao Jiamin stood up and put away the chopsticks and lunch box. "I'll wash them..."
When she finished washing, Qiu Huoming stood at the door of the studio waiting for her, "It's too quiet here. It will be too late later. You should find a companion."
Qiu Huoming frowned and looked around.
"Today is an exception. When I catch up with the class curriculum, I won't have to be alone."
Zhao Jiamin explained patiently.
"Ah That's good."
Zhao Jiamin went in and took out the toolbox. Qiu Huoming carried the lunch bag, turned off the light, closed the door, followed her and went downstairs.
On the way, I met Zhang Song. I don't know where he came from, but he was holding a bag in his hand. When he saw Qiu Huoming, he pulled him and said with a smile: "I was planning to look for you. Come on, come on, I'll give you something good."
He fished a squat bottle from his bag.
"Valve Cream?" Qiu Huoming asked in surprise as he looked at the familiar bottle.
"You are very knowledgeable. Come on, Zhao, take a bottle too..."
Zhao Jiamin reached out and took it. "How much? What brand? I'll give you the money."
There are also students running businesses in the school, all of them are small businesses, just like the radio business that Zhou Haifu did before.
"It's free. Senior Brother Qin from the Chemistry Department made it. He made a lot. He said he wanted to sell the formula to a daily chemical factory and find a few more people to see the effect..."
Qiu Huoming's hands trembled. "Double-blind experiment?"
"What double-blind experiment? This thing is quite useful. Once I get the data, Senior Brother Qin said he would give me a batch of goods and let me sell them at the market... I will split the profits with him in half."
Zhao Jiamin looked at the bottle in her hand, then looked at Qiu Huoming's face.
It seems to be safe for now, at least there is no sign of any adverse reaction on his face.
Seeing that they had all taken them, Zhang Song waved his hand happily and said, "Let's go, I'll go to the study room to distribute them..."
He just took a few steps forward and turned his head to remind him: "Remember, tell me the effect of using it."
Watching Zhang Song walk away.
Qiu Huoming and Zhao Jiamin looked at each other, and Zhao Jiamin handed the vanishing cream in her hand to him.
"Brother Huo, you are thick-skinned and strong, so this is all yours..."
Qiu Huoming, holding two bottles of cold cream and a lunch bag, followed Zhao Jiamin hesitantly as he walked towards the dormitory.
I don't know when the moon started to peek out from behind the clouds.
The moonlight was like water, illuminating the path with flickering light. The shadows of the trees were swaying, and the night breeze was cool. Zhao Jiamin tightened the knitted cardigan she was wearing, and the hem of her skirt swayed gently in the wind. Qiu Huoming quickly followed and walked side by side with her.
"You definitely can't use this on your face. I'll use it on my hands..." Qiu Huoming held up one of the bottles and asked, "Do you want one? It's definitely okay to use it on your hands."
"No, I have one."
Zhao Jiamin decisively refused. Her dormitory was in front of her. She stopped and said, "I'm going in..."
Qiu Huoming nodded, turned around and walked back.
"Hey, wait a moment."
Qiu Huoming turned his head, and Zhao Jiamin smiled and said, "The chicken soup is delicious, thank you Brother Huo..."
She had chatted with Qiu Huoming so much that many of his catchphrases had been assimilated into his. When she heard these occasional modern words, the corners of Qiu Huoming's mouth would rise, revealing a few big white teeth.
"Why are you being so polite to me? I'm leaving now. See you later."
"Well, see you later."