The few numbers are written very casually.

It flows smoothly in one breath, and there is a faint hint of murderous intent in the strokes of the strokes.

Jiang Fuli looked at the words for a moment, then continued to look at the data.

If the first three groups of data are messy, then there are patterns to be found from the fourth group.

Jiang Fuli could tell at a glance that it was vortex ring collision data.

He was not very interested in fluid mechanics, so he scanned all the data, then took out his mobile phone to take pictures.

Send to one person.

Academician Ma: [I want to calculate 5000 Gaussian Bose samples, I don’t have time]

Academician Ma: [Of course, if you are willing to switch to quantum mechanics, I think I will have some time]

It was obvious that the other party did not read the content carefully and responded ruthlessly.

Jiang Fuli is not in a hurry.

Ten minutes later.

The cell phone rings.

Jiang Fuli's eyes were light, and he wore half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. There were no benches for resting in the laboratory, and the test bench was not suitable for sitting and operating.

He held the desktop with one hand and the mouse with the other, bending over to carefully draw a diagram of the quality and function of wimps.

I did not answer.

The phone stopped for a while and then rang again.

Jiang Fuli reached out and picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"I thought before that they had no good intentions and were relying on you. You are only a half-grown child, how can you raise Jiang He?" Academician Ma's voice came from the other side, and several team members were discussing over there.

What.

He had never been polite to Jiang Fu, so he rolled his eyes and said, "If you do this, give Jiang He to me and I will raise him on your behalf."

Academician Ma knew who was around Jiang Fuli.

So he guessed that this set of data came from Jiang He.

"It's a set of data compiled by Jiang He and his friends. These two people are very sensitive to data." Jiang Fuli lowered his eyes slightly. He did not have deep research on fluid mechanics.

But one's talent and spirituality cannot be hidden.

Therefore, he did not feel that Jiang He and Bai Qian's understanding of physics was superficial.

After all, even the mathematical genius Maxwell encountered a cold reception when he switched to physics and tried to study electricity and magnetism. The physics bosses of that era did not care about Maxwell.

Over there with the mobile phone.

Jiangjing University.

Academician Ma hung up the phone. He took the data and walked out of the office with thoughts in mind. As he went downstairs, he told his assistant, "We are targeting schools in Xiangcheng this year. You can help me check the individuals."

The assistant records this in the itinerary.

Almost everyone in the school knew Academician Ma. When they saw him leaving the office, the boys who happened to pass by the laboratory building couldn't help but take pictures excitedly, and then grabbed the arms of the people around them, unable to restrain themselves: "Shaoke, that's Academician Ma!

Did you see it? Did you see it? My teacher once had the honor to be in Academician Ma’s group!"

**

Here, as soon as Bai Qian got off the bus, she saw Mao Kun waiting for her at the bus stop.

Seeing her, Mao Kun immediately put the cigarette under his feet and stamped it out.

He picked up the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can.

"Sister," Mao Kun handed her an invitation letter diligently, "Sister, this is the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House."

"I dont go."

"My godfather said it's yours. If you don't want it, you can sell it." Mao Kun rubbed the back of his head, "It's very expensive on the black market now."

"Then help me sell it on the black market." Bai Qian reached out and took the red invitation, with Bai Hu printed on the cover, and she put it into her backpack.

"Okay, sister."

The two of them went to the canteen one after another. Bai Qian took a bottle of water and scanned the QR code before returning.

When Mao Kun saw Bai Qian calling the store manager uncle, he cleverly bought a cigarette and helped the store manager move back the goods piled outside.

The person staring in the dark looked solemn and put an asterisk on the store manager's name.

Bai Qian and Jiang He happily read and studied in the library on Saturday.

Sunday.

Jiang He sat listlessly on the carpet alone.

I slowly played with the Rubik's Cube in my hands.

Jiang Fuli went downstairs. He was buttoning his collar with one hand and holding the computer in the other. He slowly walked to Jiang He. He lowered his head, his posture was a little lazy, and his voice was calm: "You haven't changed your clothes?"

According to normal circumstances, Jiang He should go to the library today.

Jiang He ignored him.

Jiang Fuli buttoned up, put the computer on the table next to him, and asked calmly: "Do you know when my vortex ring manufacturing machine will break down?"

"Sister Bai went to Beicheng to transfer her household registration." Jiang He looked up and spoke slowly.

Beicheng?

Jiang Fuli nodded.

Then he reached out and took the Rubik's Cube that was halfway twisted in Jiang He's hand, quickly restored it and returned it to Jiang He.

"That's stupid." He said politely, then put on his mask, picked up his computer again and went out.

Ming Dongheng stood there, watching expressionlessly.

Jiang He: "..."

Depressed, he disrupted the Rubik's Cube again, turned on his watch, and sent a message to Bai Zian——

【,】

Bai Qian has already boarded the train. The household registration transfer certificate here in Xiangcheng has been obtained, but the transfer certificate still needs to be obtained in Beicheng.

Beicheng is far away, and Xiangcheng only has trains, so it takes a day to get there.

It takes a working day to apply for an account, so she went a day in advance and came back directly after getting the certificate issued early tomorrow morning.

Ji Shaojun came with her, and they sat together.

The train took nearly twelve hours, so Bai Qian brought a physics question bank in advance.

As soon as I got in the car, I immersed myself in studying the questions.

A middle-aged couple and an old man sat opposite. When they saw Bai Qian doing the questions, they spoke softly. They also deliberately lowered their voices when they occasionally talked to Ji Shaojun.

Ji Shaojun watched as the three people across from him gave Bai Qian a bunch of fruits and biscuits.

Let’s look at Bai Qian who is studying the questions carefully.

"..."

Even Ji Shaojun couldn't help but suffer from backache during the twelve-hour train ride.

He originally thought that Bai Zian would be more unbearable because she had been spoiled since she was young, but he didn't expect that from beginning to end, she had been sitting upright and maintaining the posture of answering questions.

The signal on the train was not good, and Bai Qian was scrubbing again. It was already two hours later when he saw the news about Jiang He.

illiteracy:【,】

Bai Jian:【.】

Bai Jian: [[Picture]]

Jiang He clicked it and took a look. He knew the result, but he didn't know the reason.

He forwarded it to Jiang Fuli.

**

Jiang Fuli was still in the underground laboratory. He took the tablet and returned to the computer. The computer's fluorescent light reflected his expressionless face, which was cold and stinging.

The students in the group next to him tried their best to pretend that they were busy and did not dare to look at him.

The assistant came in through the glass door holding a document and said, "Master Jiang."

Jiang Fuli's eyes did not move. He simply pointed out the experimental data of a team member next to him, then picked up the document handed over by his assistant and flipped through it.

"This is a greeting card from the Gao family," the assistant reminded.

Gao Jiachen was placed in the Jiang family with good intentions by the Gao family. Unexpectedly, this happened. He was busy taking care of things these days, and finally sent this greeting note to Jiang Fuli to apologize.

When Jiang Fuli heard this, he turned his hand and calmly put the invitation back into his assistant's hand.
To be continued...