The head teacher of Class 8 quickly found his glasses and put them on.
I then dug out the answer given by Jiang Jing and compared it carefully with this classmate. I found that the answer he gave was ordinary, regular and the most formal and concise method.
All the students in the training class follow this step.
Even he himself is no exception.
However, the answer sheet in his hand was different. He couldn't take his eyes away and missed not a single punctuation mark. The moment he read it, he even had a sudden realization——
"So this is what the question means."
The head teacher's eyes turned to the name. Not surprisingly, there were two neat and beautiful words——
White wormwood.
With a wave of his hand, he added an unprecedented "10" to his usual score.
**
9pm.
Underground laboratory.
"The energy threshold is low." Jiang Fuli raised his head and took off his glasses. He supported the table with one hand and pointed to an energy diagram he had just drawn with one hand. "But the kinetic energy before the quark collision does not match the kinetic energy after the collision. The wpmps band
Some of the energy was taken away..."
He stood upright and methodically analyzed the results he had just tested.
Drawing a curve with a pencil is comparable to computer drawing.
The slightly dim light of the laboratory illuminated his smooth profile, each stroke seemed to be carefully outlined, and his long and dense eyelashes were slightly drawn together, casting a light shadow.
The team members next to him took pens and papers to write down what he just said.
"That's it for today." Jiang Fuli put away the pen and pinned it casually on his collar. His slender fingertips drew a black mask from his pocket, covering the high bridge of his nose.
He is very tall and his black coat makes him look a little thin.
Everyone watched him leave. A boy calmly put away his voice recorder and said firmly, "Something's wrong."
Others nodded.
As we all know, Jiang Fuli's group is the most troubled group in the country. This is usually because Mr. Jiang basically stays in the laboratory until twelve o'clock every day and stays up all night. It is not uncommon to rest in the laboratory for a month in a row.
A team member once heard that the Jiang family asked him about a trivial matter, and he scolded him in the office for five minutes.
People from the Jiang family didn't dare to come to him at will.
However, in the past two days, he went back on time at nine o'clock every day.
"Heh," the girl next to the boy took out the voice recorder from his pocket in a sinister manner, "You secretly record it behind our backs, right? I'm wondering why you answer Mr. Jiang's questions so quickly every time!"
"He Wen, you really deserve to die."
Boy: "..."
On the car.
Jiang Fuli sat in the back seat.
The computer was placed on the table and his cell phone rang. He glanced at it and picked it up.
There was a male voice on the other side of the phone, "Why did you reject the Gao family? It's just to put someone in. It's not like letting them go to the Jiang family. I know that once your mother dies, you won't treat me as your uncle..."
Jiang Fuli stopped listening to the rest.
The car stopped slowly, and the assistant got out of the car and went to the trunk to get Jiang He's dinner.
Jiang Fuli looked out the window and through the window.
He could see Jiang He and Bai Qian still sitting in the milk tea shop, with a small white light lighting up above their heads.
Jiang Fuli withdrew from his emotions. He was slow, calm and distant, "Because it's useless."
"What?"
"I said," Jiang Fuli's eyes were light, as calm as a deep pool, and he was suppressed and cold. He picked up a black notebook and got out of the car, "I don't collect garbage."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Fuli walked in.
Bai Zian is working on a physics test paper, lying on the table writing the paper that the physics teacher just handed out today.
Seeing Jiang Fuli, she raised her eyes, her chin still resting on her arm, and greeted lazily: "Teacher Jiang."
"You haven't finished your homework yet?" Jiang Fuli pulled out the chair opposite.
Do senior high school students have so much homework now?
"Almost." Bai Zian wrote the last line and looked at the black notebook in his hand.
"This," Jiang Fuli pushed the notebook over very calmly, his delicate eyebrows as cold and indifferent as ever, and even his voice sounded careless: "My old physics notebook."
Bai Xian cheered up and looked at her notebook. Her black pupils reflected the light above her head, and she was too beautiful. "Thank you."
Jiang He was on the side, looking at Jiang Fuli intently.
Because she had to go to a training class in the evening, Bai Qian didn't ask Ji Heng to wait for her to go back for dinner. She ate in the cafeteria in the evening, and read a book with Jiang He at the milk tea shop after school before going back.
**
Ji Heng would wait for Bai Qian to return at the entrance of the alley every night, and today was no exception.
It's nearly ten o'clock.
Bai Zian thought about time dilation, "Grandpa, are you sleepy?"
Ji Heng held the flashlight and originally wanted to say he wasn't sleepy. But remembering what Bai Qian had been doing in the past two days, he cautiously said, "A little sleepy."
"Ah," Bai Zian said regretfully, "Then I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."
Ji Heng: "..."
Do you have to shout?
The next day, Thursday.
As soon as Ji Heng opened his eyes, he saw the person squatting beside his bed.
"Grandpa," Bai Qian was listening to English words, but when he saw him opening his eyes, he turned off the sound, "Are you awake?"
Ji Heng: "..."
Bai Qian followed him wherever he went: "*&^%(^&%..."
As soon as Ji Shaojun entered the yard, he heard Bai Zian's lazy voice, "So time will change according to everyone's speed...Grandpa, do you understand?"
"..."
"Grandpa, why don't you speak?" Bai Zian turned around.
Ji Heng spat out the mouthwash in silence, "Maybe it's because your grandpa is brushing his teeth."
Why.
Why are high school students so energetic?
She doesn't need to sleep?
Ji Heng's yard had never been so lively. Ji Shaojun smiled as he watched Bai Qian surrounding Ji Heng from the kitchen to the yard and then to the storage room.
Bai Zian got up early and went to Qingshui Street to buy breakfast.
At six forty, she heard the exact answer from Ji Heng, then took her school uniform and went out, "Grandpa, uncle, I'm leaving first."
As soon as she went out, the whole yard became deserted.
Ji Shaojun looked at the serious look on Ji Heng's face and complained in his heart, "Just pretend," I'm afraid when you hear the word "Grandpa", you will be in the sky.
**
Xiangcheng Middle School has physical education classes in the senior year.
Class 15 is the last period every Thursday morning, together with Class 8.
There are only a few classes in a week, and there are more than 80 classes in the school. There are always several physical education classes that collide with each other.
"It didn't happen before." Lu Xiaohan, who was at the front desk of Bai Qian, was also too lazy to move around. He sat next to Bai Qian and explained to her, "I was reported anonymously later, so the school had to arrange physical education classes."
Bai Zian held a black notebook. After the physical education teacher said free activities, he sat under the tree and slowly turned the pages.
Even though she didn't do anything, many people looked over pretending not to care.
Another basketball flies here.
It's just that this time it was a bit off, and the ball with the whirlwind hit Bai Xian's head straight.
A boy shouted anxiously, "Little——"
Bai Qian slowly turned the page with one hand without raising her head. Just when the ball was about to hit her face, she raised her other hand and the ball that flew over quickly hit her palm steadily!
The wind brought by the ball hit her gently blowing the loose hair around her forehead.
At noon, the sun is just right.
She weighed the ball in her hand, raised her eyes and looked lazily at the boy. The sun shone on her head through the cracks in the trees, and she casually threw the ball to the boy.
Smiling at him, with jade-like eyebrows: "Be careful."
The boy reached out and took it.
His face turned red, and it took him a while to regain consciousness and return to the team. Several of his teammates there lowered their voices and said excitedly, "Damn, he's so handsome!"
"Ten minutes," Lu Xiaohan came back to her senses. She closed her mouth and helped Bai Qian count, "In just ten minutes, two badmintons and three basketballs accidentally fell in front of you. Classmate Bai is so exaggerated! "
Bai Zian smiled lazily.
She lowered her head, took out her mobile phone, took a photo of a black cat on her notebook and sent it to Jiang Fuli——
[Your paintings are not as good-looking as my grandpa]
Teacher Jiang:【....】
Not far away.
"She is reading a book?" Shi Yutong stared in the direction of Bai Qian, with a heavy haze between his brows: "What are you pretending to do with a score of 85 in Science and Technology?"
Ren Wanxuan was leaning on the horizontal bar, holding a bag in her hand.
"Sister Wanxuan, Brother Zhu said, do you have an invitation letter to the International White Tiger Auction?" A few class eight monitors didn't know what they had heard. They came over with basketballs in their hands and said mysteriously, "We haven't met yet." Pass."
Ren Wanxuan looked at Chen Zhu.
Chen Zhu nodded towards her.
Ren Wanxuan smiled. She weighed the bag. She originally wanted to open it directly. When she saw Bai Qian not far away, she paused and said, "I'll show you somewhere else."
Lu Xiaohan didn't dare to offend the people in Group 8, so he only dared to secretly complain to Bai Qian, "Show me, I'm not shy about it."
But I also know that being so rare among people in the Prince's class should be a rare thing.
After physical education class, Bai Qian went to the cafeteria to eat with Lu Xiaohan and Yang Lin.
Along the way, Lu Xiaohan tried hard not to stare at Yang Lin.
After Zhang Shize and others finished their meal, they joined Bai Zian's table. Yang Lin sat next to Bai Zian, with only one green vegetable in her bowl.
Bai Qian casually put the chicken drumsticks into her bowl. After receiving millions of dollars in alimony, she said calmly: "This is all the alimony that my mother and my scumbag father gave me after they divorced. The alimony is not much. Please remember to return it later."
Yang Lin ate with chopsticks.
Lu Xiaohan's mind was spinning wildly. Bai Qian sent several messages in one sentence. She opened her mouth and was just about to say to Bai Qian, "Yang Lin won't want it."
Yang Lin said softly "Yeah".
Yang Lin ate very quickly and went back after finishing a few bites.
Lu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize were still sitting in their seats, greatly shocked——
So they can't give away things because their parents haven't divorced?
"Classmate Bai Zian." After dinner, Bai Zian and others had just walked to the second floor when they saw the head teacher of Class 8 walking out of the office on the second floor. He was wearing glasses.
The head teacher of Prince's class, Zhang Shize and others naturally know each other.
A few students were afraid of seeing the teacher, so they went to the third floor to fight.
Leave one person alone.
"You did a good job on the last question," the head teacher of Class 8 stood in the corridor, sighing and then dissatisfied: "Why did you study literature before? What a nonsense."
Bai Qian narrowed his eyes and said honestly: "Teacher, yesterday's question was taught to me by someone else."
"This has nothing to do with teaching," he smiled. "I can understand your entire problem-solving thinking from your steps. If you understand that question, even if I put the answer in a training class, only a few people can understand it. "
Bai Zian really wanted to explain to this teacher.
If Jiang Fuli told them once, they would be able to write it down, but I don't know if the teacher would believe it.
She touched her nose and returned to the third floor after receiving the compliment.
Of course, she won't know -
Mr. Jiang will be fine as long as he doesn't scold them. Let's talk about the topic?
Oh.
**
Class eight.
Chen Zhu and others never ate in the school cafeteria. A few of them ate at private restaurants outside the school before returning.
Ren Wanxuan returned to her seat. Because she had to go to dinner and others had to read the invitations, she asked Shi Yutong to wait until they had finished reading and take her bag back to class.
As soon as she came back, she opened the bag.
"What's wrong?" Chen Zhu stood up when he saw Ren Wanxuan's expression changed.
Ren Wanxuan's face was so cold that she glanced around the class: "Who has been to our class at noon?"
This expression clearly indicates that something has been lost.
The people in Class 8 are all well-known figures in Xiangcheng. They all know Ren Wanxuan's identity privately and would not do such a thing.
There is only one possibility: a foreigner.
"It can't be...is it that one?" The squad leader looked nervous. He stood up quickly and said it was the invitation letter.
The whole class was queuing up to see her invitation today.
Seeing Ren Wanxuan's gloomy face, the squad leader knew that he had guessed correctly.
"Damn," he punched the table hard and glanced around the class, "Who came to our class at noon?"
No one dared to speak, everything was silent.
"Well," after a long while, a girl in the corner raised her hand silently and said hesitantly: "At noon, I thought I saw the transfer student from Class 15 coming to the second floor."
Ren Wanxuan has never been so angry. She has lived a pampered life since she was a child.
At school, people only looked up to her, let alone the things she put in her bag. Even if she didn't want them, no one would dare to touch them.
Hearing the girl's words, Ren Wanxuan gritted her teeth and said, "Baixian, right?"
She threw her bag on the ground and walked directly in the direction of Class 15.
As she walked, she took out her mobile phone and sent a message to her father——
[You have to bring that relative of yours to our school to disgust me, right? 】
