Helping with PPT Making

The second class was advanced mathematics.

The blackboard was covered with function formulas that looked like gibberish.

Jin Bao'er listened with a furrowed brow, her pen flying across her notebook as she jotted down notes, afraid of missing a single word.

Just minutes before the end of get out of class, the teacher on the podium suddenly stopped.

He pushed up his thick-rimmed black glasses, his cuffs were buttoned up meticulously, and his expression was as serious as if he were reading out a verdict.

"We'll have a test next week, and it will count towards your participation grade. Remember, everyone has to come."

If you fail or don't attend, you'll lose your participation points.

"If I want to get a 90 on the final exam, I'll need to score at least 90. In all my years of teaching, no one who wants to get a 90 on the final exam has ever been born yet."

This is a typical traditional, old-fashioned teacher, the kind who would never "go easy" on students.

The classroom was instantly filled with groans and cries of anguish.

The students were terrified by this "death threat".

They all put away their playful smiles and thought about how they needed to hurry back and start preparing.

Jin Bao'er also carefully drew a big five-pointed star in her notebook.

Mark it with "Next week's quiz, important!"

Turning my head, I saw Zhao Yuheng next to me still looking down at his phone.

The faint blue light from the screen reflected on his face.

The thumb moved rapidly, occasionally accompanied by the sound effects of a short video.

Jin Bao'er secretly grumbled to herself.

This big, clumsy guy, I have no idea how he got into university back then.

However, Jin Bao'er was completely overthinking it.

Just because someone is playing on their phone doesn't mean they aren't studying.

That's because people listened to the lecture while watching videos.

After class, Jin Bao'er was reviewing her books when she got stuck on a problem about finding limits.

He stared at the problem-solving app on his phone for a long time, but the steps to solve the problems jumped around too quickly, leaving him completely confused.

"Where is it stuck?"

Suddenly, Zhao Yuheng's voice came from above.

Before Jin Bao'er could react, Zhao Yuheng had already casually taken his pen.

Leaning forward, a faint scent of soapberry mixed with the smell of sunshine wafted over.

He quickly drew an auxiliary line on the draft paper, the pen tip scratching across the paper.

"This problem doesn't require L'Hôpital's rule; substitution is simpler."

He pointed to the neat line of writing on the blackboard, speaking as naturally as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Jin Bao'er was stunned for a moment before she came to her senses and realized what was happening.

The problem that had troubled him for half an hour was solved by someone else in just one minute.

Only after asking did I learn that Zhao Yuheng scored 145 on his college entrance exam in mathematics.

He consistently gets perfect scores on regular tests.

He still harbors resentment about what went wrong with those 5 points that were deducted.

Jin Bao'er's math score was only 120.

Don't be fooled by the mere 20-point difference; it actually represents an insurmountable gap in mathematical talent.

Jin Bao'er simply ignored him; after all, he was smart enough, so she decided to just focus on studying.

After finishing lunch, the two prepared to go back to their dormitory for a nap.

"Brother Heng, can I borrow your computer for a bit?" Jin Bao'er asked tentatively.

What are you doing on the computer?

Zhao Yuheng was untying his shoelaces.

"Make a PowerPoint presentation."

"Which teacher's assignment?"

Zhao Yuheng paused, frowned, and thought for a long time. Had he forgotten some homework again?

"No, it's because the school is applying for a poverty grant, and we need to prepare a PowerPoint presentation for the presentation," Jin Bao'er explained patiently.

"Okay, here you go right away."

"No need, just give it to me tonight."

……

In the evening, Jin Bao'er had just returned from her part-time job, and was so tired that her back ached.

As soon as I entered the dormitory, I saw a black laptop bag on my bed.

He carefully opened it, and inside lay a cool, black gaming laptop, exuding a rugged aura that belonged to Zhao Yuheng.

The computer is powered on and the screen lights up.

The message "Please enter your password" will be displayed.

"I've sent you the password on WeChat."

Zhao Yuheng's lazy voice came from the upper bunk.

Jin Bao'er opened her phone and saw the message: "139xxxx".

A feeling of being unconditionally trusted welled up inside me.

How could someone so easily tell him something as private as a password?

Jin Bao'er pursed her slightly chapped lips, feeling a strange sweetness in her heart.

Although Jinbaoer studied computers in junior high and high school, all she knew was how to turn the computer on and off and how to type.

He had never actually touched a PowerPoint presentation before.

He stared at the blue icon for a long time, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, before typing a line of text.

If you think it looks bad, delete it and retype it.

Choose a template, but if you think it's too fancy, switch to a simpler one.

The dormitory was quiet, with only Zhao Yuheng's steady breathing and the clumsy clicking of his mouse.

The wall clock ticked away.

The hands have unknowingly pointed to 12 o'clock.

Jin Bao'er rubbed her sore eyes.

Looking at the two slides on the screen that looked like elementary school students' handwritten posters, a sense of frustration arose spontaneously.

At this moment, Zhao Yuheng got up to use the restroom.

When I came back, I saw Jin Bao'er still looking at the computer with a worried expression in the light of the corridor. The light from the screen made his face look a little pale.

"Stop doing it, you have class tomorrow."

Zhao Yuheng reminded him, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Okay, right away."

Jin Bao'er glanced at the time and realized it was getting late. She quickly saved her files, carefully shut down her computer, and put it away before climbing into bed.

But this PPT has more than 20 pages. Jinbaoer has to attend classes and do part-time jobs during the day, so she only has this one hour in the evening.

In addition, his skills were not yet proficient, and he was never satisfied with what he had done so far, so he kept making revisions.

After three consecutive nights of staying up late, the progress bar has only reached one-third of the way.

On the fourth night, Zhao Yuheng returned after using the restroom.

I found that Jin Bao'er was still "struggling to survive," and she even had dark circles under her eyes from staying up so long.

He finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He walked straight over, took the mouse from Jinbao'er's hand, and quickly moved the computer to himself.

"Send the information and requirements to my phone."

"Brother Heng, you...you'll do it for me?" Jin Bao'er was stunned.

"I think your eyes are about to go blind."

As Zhao Yuheng spoke, he rapidly moved the mouse, "Is it really necessary to take this long for something so small?"

Jin Bao'er rubbed her eyes, her heart filled with joy.

Is your husband feeling sorry for him?

Actually, he had wanted to ask for help for a long time, but he was afraid of troubling others. He didn't expect Zhao Yuheng to take the initiative to help.

Urged by Zhao Yuheng, Jin Bao'er quickly sent over the prepared document.

Men who work hard are indeed the most handsome.

Zhao Yuheng's fingers flew across the keyboard, the clattering sound like he was playing some kind of musical instrument.

His expression was focused, and his previously casual gaze had become sharp.

The messy text and images in Jin Bao'er's hands quickly became well-organized and the layout was simple yet elegant under Zhao Yuheng's operation.

Less than an hour later, Zhao Yuheng closed his laptop.

"Okay, saved to drive E."

He stood up, stretched, and his muscles were faintly visible under his T-shirt.

"Um... Brother Heng, I might need to use your computer for a presentation in a few days... to demonstrate something..."

Jin Bao'er was a little embarrassed.

"Take it."

Zhao Yuheng waved his hand dismissively.

"But aren't you going to play games tonight?"

Jin Bao'er remembers that Zhao Yuheng had a fixed team ranking every night.

"It's okay, we can play something else."

As Zhao Yuheng spoke, he subconsciously reached out and ruffled Jin Bao'er's soft buzz cut.

Even though they both had buzz cuts, he always liked to rub Jinbao'er's hair.

"Thanks, Heng-ge!"

Jin Bao'er hugged her laptop, smiling like a child who had stolen candy.

Zhao Yuheng ignored him and climbed into bed. Soon after, the bed frame began to creak.

That's the weight of a very tall person.

Hearing this voice, Jin Bao'er felt exceptionally at ease and fell asleep in no time.

……

Just as Jin Bao'er was getting drowsy and preparing to fall asleep, her phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a WeChat message.

He picked it up and saw that it was sent by his cousin Liu Yu.

Because Jin Bao'er didn't do well in school when he was a child and repeated two grades, he and his cousin are now in the same grade, both freshmen.

Liu Yu: "Bro! Help! We went out to eat and overpaid, and now the rest of us are chipping in to pay the boss. Lend me 200 yuan!"

Liu Yu: "Just lend me 200! I need your help urgently, bro!"

Jin Bao'er glanced at the date. Although it was only the end of the month, he knew Liu Yu's character well.

He replied, "No, I'll ask my aunt."

Liu Yu replied instantly: "My mom would beat me to death if she found out!"

You're my only brother and my only family in northern Beijing!

Brother, how can you bear to see me homeless on the streets?

Immediately afterwards, a "kneeling in gratitude" emoji was sent.

Jin Bao'er looked at the screen and sighed helplessly.

He does have 200 yuan.

With his part-time job and novel royalties over the past few days, he has saved more than 1500 yuan.

If he saves every penny, it will be enough for him to live on for quite some time.

But he earned this money by sacrificing all his rest time.

After class, he was either working as a cashier or writing novels; he had almost no leisure time.

Only he knows how hard it was for him to earn that money.

On the other side of the screen, Liu Yu waited anxiously for two minutes.

My phone finally vibrated.

"bite".

Transfer successful.

200 yuan.

Liu Yu: "Brother! Thank you so much! I'll come see you in a few days and treat you to something delicious!"

Jin Bao'er glanced at the casual "thank you" and didn't pay much attention to it.

Liu Yu could say such things so easily, and he was numb to them.

He never paid back the money he lent him.

Then why borrow it at all?

It's probably because of two words: protecting one's own.

Even though Liu Yu always bullied him at home, always taking the best food and toys first, and Jin Bao'er always used and wore things that Liu Yu had left over.

But Jin Bao'er will never forget the time when she was bullied and made to cry by the fat neighbor next door when she was a child.

Liu Yu, who was two years younger than him, rushed forward like a little firecracker.

Although he ended up with a bruised and swollen face, he still stubbornly shouted at the group:

"If you dare bully my brother again, I'll kill you all!"

Jin Bao'er remembered those words for the rest of her life.