Tan Qing left, with a smile on his face and the expectation of being named on the gold list in the future, as he headed for the seat at the end of the classroom. With Yu Hua's help and encouragement, he had gradually gained confidence, and his academic performance had steadily improved.
The ranking has reached 19th in the class and is no longer at the bottom.
As the saying goes, none of the students who can enter No. 4 Middle School are stupid.
"Hanzhi is a pretty good person, worth making friends with." After Tan Qing left, Zhou Yuan, who was sitting aside, sighed. He listened to the entire conversation between the two.
When Yu Hua heard Zhou Yuan's words, he smiled slightly, nodded and asked with concern: "How was it going back yesterday?"
"It's still the same as before. I went shopping in Peiping with my aunt and my sister. Alas, I don't know why women like shopping so much. By the way, my sister brought new gadgets back from the United States again." mentioned yesterday's reply.
Home, Zhou Yuan sighed, sighing in his heart, suddenly remembered something, and then took out a dark brown glass bottle from the drawer and handed it to Yu Hua.
An iconic glass bottle with a sense of the times, with a red label - cocacola - affixed to the surface of the bottle
"Happy water?" When Yu Hua saw this bottle of happy water, his face was full of surprise, and his throat suddenly surged subconsciously. He took it with his right hand, and a cold feeling came from the bottle.
Darling, Yu Hua never thought that he would see Happy Water on the land of China in 1937.
Zhou Yuan looked at the bottle of drink with a look of disgust: "This thing is an imported product, an American brand, translated as Coca-Cola. It is very popular in Shanghai. I can't get used to it. It smells like Chinese medicine and stings my throat. I don't know.
Are you used to it?"
The American cocacola beverage company entered the Chinese market in the 1920s. It was originally translated as 'tadpole chewing wax'. Because the name was too weird and tasted weird, the market sales were not good, so the name had to be re-translated. It was translated by Jiang Yi, a professor in Shanghai.
It became the best translated name for 'Coca-Cola'.
"That's because you don't understand the taste of happiness." Yu Hua smiled, used a pencil to pry open the bottle cap, and brought it to his mouth. A mouthful of cold and familiar happy water entered his mouth. Countless bubbles burst, and a refreshing feeling came from his throat.
Exciting feeling.
"Comfortable."
Darling, why does the happy water in 1937 taste better than in 2021?
"I still have a big box at home, how about that?" Zhou Yuan, who liked Yu Hua very much but had a look of disgust on his face, felt weird and said.
Yu Hua shook his head and refused: "No, just one bottle."
It was enough to taste the happy water of 1937. Yu Hua was not a greedy person. He had a brief chat with Zhou Yuan, and soon the bell rang again for class.
In one morning, Yu Hua deciphered the last thirteen letters of the English alphabet, S and T, based on the remaining content of more than 200 original plaintexts. The remaining three letters of X, Y, and Z were unable to decipher the information due to the sparse sample size.
This is an inevitable result.
Due to the lack of sufficient samples, the progress of red secret deciphering work has been hindered.
At noon, Yu Hua, who had carefully finished his lunch, was walking on the road to the school gate.
"The deciphering progress has to be suspended at this point. We have to wait for the second batch of original plaintext data, XYZ... I don't know how the master's deciphering progress is. I hope it can be done as soon as possible. The sooner the deciphering is completed, the more advantage the country can take. However,
There is another question - after completely deciphering the Red Secret, should I pass on the deciphering information to the Eighth Route Army?" Yu Hua thought silently as he faced this critical question.
In essence, although Yu Hua was doing things for the country and the nation, the "country" at this time was not the later China. To others, he was working for the Blue Clothes Society.
After more than ten years, this kind of behavior will definitely be called a lackey of military reunification.
I have to say, it's quite interesting.
Back to the question itself, should it?
Should.
But since he swore an oath in front of his master to keep secrets and not betray his motherland, this act of passing on deciphered information essentially goes against the first point.
Therefore, in front of the oath and the master, Yu Hua was unable to pass on the deciphered information.
But, Zhang San can.
"Forget it, Zhang San. If you Zhang San leaked the deciphering information, what does it have to do with me, Yu Hua... However, you need to be more agile, and the format and method of writing the data must be far different from my Yu Hua." After thinking about it, Yu Hua made a decision.
Decided to add a new name to the outlaw Zhang San——
Patriotic scholar, Zhang San.
Suddenly, his whole body felt like he was being tapped on the shoulder. Yu Hua turned around and saw Lin Wan with a slight smile on her face, standing next to her, with picturesque eyebrows and a sweet smile, wearing the most familiar outfit of a girl from the Republic of China.
, exuding a unique temperament of gentleness and grandeur, the whole person is bathed in the warm sunshine at noon, as if walking out of a painting.
This is Jin Yu at the end of mid-spring.
So beautiful.
Yu Hua stopped and took a look, giving a heartfelt and sincere evaluation.
"Long time no see, I called you a few times but you didn't respond, so I gave you a pat, do you mind?" Lin Wan looked at Yu Hua with a pair of pure and clear eyes, and the smile on her face was without any sense of life or distance, and she joked
.
"Why didn't you go to the library?" Yu Hua laughed and shook his head, looking at Lin Wan's outfit and the empty hands on both sides, and asked curiously.
She didn't have any books with her and she wasn't sitting in the reading room on the second floor of the library. This was not like Lin Wan's style.
"I'm in a restless mood and can't stand it. I'm going to relax today. Are you going out again?" Lin Wan explained. The graduation exam was approaching, and the city-wide joint exam in May was approaching, so her whole state was a bit up and down.
Yu Hua smiled: "It's a small matter. My family came to see me. It's nothing. How about I go for a walk with you? To be honest, you look beautiful today."
"..."
Hearing Yu Hua's straightforward words, Lin Wan rolled her eyes, feeling both funny and helpless. All the boys in the school, only Yu Hua dared to speak to her like this, shook their heads: "No, you go and do your work first. You have been in school recently.
The days are getting shorter and shorter, and I heard from Zhao Anyuan that you are very busy every day and disappear as soon as Friday comes."
"It's really busy."
Hearing Lin Wan's obviously concerned words, Yu Hua was startled for a moment, smiled, and explained softly: "I was taught by Professor Hua Luogeng before, and I have been studying advanced mathematics during this time. The school made it convenient for me.
You should know that I go to Tsinghua University on Friday and usually come back on weekends. I forgot to tell you."
At the end of the words, his voice was gentle.
"It's amazing to be Professor Hua Luogeng's apprentice... By the way, Yu Hua, are you really going to take the Tsinghua University entrance examination and study abroad? With your talent and intelligence, you will definitely become a top figure in the academic world if you stay in China." Lin Wan
After hearing Yu Hua's explanation, he understood the cause of the matter and made a comment. After two seconds of silence, he asked softly.
"Yes, I must go to the United States to learn advanced knowledge and technology. No matter how controversial and questionable my behavior may be, I think this is the only way to make the motherland strong."
Yu Hua felt the gaze from Lin Wan, the smile disappeared from his face, and a solemn look appeared on his face, and he nodded seriously: "I don't want to hear the roar of Japanese planes overhead anymore, and I don't want to see the huge city of Beiping.
I don’t want to see our country’s diplomats with tears in their eyes, raised fists, and high-pitched but feeble protests. I don’t want to see foreign warships roaming the Yangtze River unscrupulously and showing off their power. This kind of humiliation