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.
To be continued...