Peking University, Lecture Hall of the Three Teachings. Gao Fan sat in the last row, looking at the teacher speaking impassionedly on the podium and the students listening attentively below the podium, and sighed silently.
It had been two weeks since school started. After the initial novelty wore off, Gao Fan realized that he had made a huge mistake.
He shouldn't be admitted to Peking University.
Even if you want to get into Peking University, you shouldn't study chemistry again.
Previously, out of instinct, he felt that since he graduated from Peking University in his previous life, he should naturally return to Peking University in this life. He is a chemistry expert, so he should naturally take the exam to the Department of Chemistry.
After two weeks of classes with his classmates, Gao Fan realized that there was no need to learn chemistry again. For these undergraduate courses in the early 1980s, he was more than enough to be a teacher. Now he is sitting down as a student. Isn't it self-abuse?
?
If he could do it all over again, he would choose another school and study a major that has nothing to do with chemistry, such as Chinese, history, philosophy, archeology, etc. This would give him a sense of freshness and accomplishment, right?
But now, it's too late.
After spending four years studying the undergraduate courses of the Department of Chemistry all over again, doing various chemical experiments, and doing endless homework, Gao Fan only felt that his brain was in severe pain.
After all, I still lack experience. Next time I travel through time...
"Classmate, why are you sitting here? Can you see the blackboard clearly?"
While he was thinking wildly, a low voice sounded in his ears. Gao Fan turned around and found that a girl had sat next to him at some point, looking at him with interest, and occasionally glancing at the things in front of him.
That novel.
"I have good eyesight." Gao Fan responded perfunctorily.
This class is mathematical analysis, a common class for first-year science students. Perhaps because there are not enough math teachers, the school combines students from several departments into one large class, and the class is also held in this large lecture theater.
Sitting in the last row of the lecture theater, unless you hold a telescope, it is impossible to see the teacher's writing on the blackboard clearly. Therefore, every time there is a class, students will grab the seats in the front row, and those who cannot grab them will move backward.
There are no rows, but someone like Gao Fan sitting directly in the last row is unique.
That’s not right. Didn’t this girl also sit in the last row?
"Just make it up. Can you see what the teacher is writing now?" the girl asked.
Gao Fan looked up and saw that the teacher was indeed writing some formula on the blackboard. He seemed to be making a derivation. He had written half of the blackboard densely. It was strange that he could see it clearly from such a distance.
"You don't understand and are ready to give up?" the girl asked, tilting her head and looking at Gao Fan.
Gao Fan shrugged and said, "On the contrary, I understand it without having to listen, so I gave up my seat in the front row to students who needed it."
"boast?"
"The truth is truer than gold."
"Have you taught yourself mathematical analysis?"
"OK."
"very impressive."
"So-so. Then why don't you listen to the class?"
"I also taught myself."
"..."
Gao Fan was speechless. The co-author was just praising himself.
"I noticed you in the last class." The girl seemed to realize that her self-praise was a little too red-handed, and quickly changed the subject, "You have been sitting in the back reading novels and not paying attention to the class. Later, you gave it to your class
Classmate’s topic: Are you from the Department of Chemistry? What’s your name?”
"Gaofan."
Gao Fan answered, and at the same time began to look at the overly enthusiastic girl beside him.
This is a round-faced girl with short hair, showing a bit of neatness. Her appearance is not particularly outstanding, but her eyes are big, and her eyes are full of energy. She looks extremely smart at first glance.
"My name is Xia Shihui, from the Department of Geology."
The girl took the initiative to introduce herself to Gao Fan.
"Oh, nice to meet you."
Gao Fan hesitated whether he should reach out and shake the other person's hand. Thinking about it, it seemed that the situation was not right. The teacher in front was still giving a lecture.
"You are really different." Xia Shihui said, "Which province are you from?"
"Maolin." Gao Fan said.
"I've been to Maolin," Xia Shihui said, "I've been to your Yuxi, Fengling, and Luping."
"What a coincidence, I'm from Luping."
"Oh, really? Let me think about it, you have tungsten mines in Luping, rare earth mines, copper, silver, lead, kaolin..."
"Wait a minute, you just said you were from the Department of Geology. You're not a teacher in the Department of Geology, are you?"
"How do you talk? Am I that old?"
"It's hard to say..."
Gao Fan responded with a smile. Of course he could see that Xia Shihui was the same age as him, that is, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and must be a freshman.
However, as soon as he said that he was from the Luping area of Maolin Province, Xia Shihui was able to talk about the mineral resources of Luping in detail, which was a bit unbelievable. Even if you are from the geology department, it is impossible to tell all the mineral resources in the country.
Do you know the mineral distribution by heart so well?
"Both my parents are in the geological team, and I have followed my parents everywhere since I was a child. The place where we live is in the mountains, and there is nothing to do. I just memorize the geological information, or watch my dad.
I didn’t go to school very often. I just got textbooks from school and my dad taught me. Mathematical analysis was also taught by him.”
Xia Shihui explained endlessly.
"Then you became self-taught and got into Peking University?" Gao Fan asked.
He could tell that this classmate Xia must have been lacking playmates since she was a child, so she developed the habit of being alone. She probably also found class boring, so she came over to chat with him.
Xia Shihui shook her head and said: "I did not take the college entrance examination. I was recommended. I wrote a paper on the analysis of the metallogenic conditions of the fluorite deposit in Qiba Mountain, Shizhou Province. Professor Feng Yue from our department saw it.
He thought the writing was good, so he decided to recruit me."
"How can it still be like this?" Gao Fan was a little surprised, "You wouldn't say that you wrote this paper yourself, right?"
"Why didn't I write it myself? What are you thinking!" Xia Shihui was stunned. She raised a slap and hesitated whether she should slap Gao Fan as a punishment. In the end, she might still feel that the two of them were not good at each other.
After getting used to it, he gave up this violent plan.
She said: "Do you think I used someone else's paper to cheat a recommendation? Professor Feng is famous in the industry for being disdainful. If I hadn't written that paper, he would have kicked me out long ago.
Already."
Gao Fan smiled and said: "Then Professor Feng should directly recruit you as his graduate student. You see that you are already able to write professional papers. Isn't it a waste of time to stay here as an undergraduate?"
Xia Shihui said: "It is definitely not possible to go to graduate school directly. However, Professor Feng said that after a period of time, he will let me work on a project together."