"Why are you moving so slowly today?" Ren Wanxuan had already packed up and was waiting for him.

They had to rush to see Dr. Gao's teaching assistant.

In the past, everyone was very active, but today Chen was much less active.

There were many people in the classroom, and Chen Zhu knew that he didn't want to announce that Bai Qian was related to the Ren family, so he didn't say anything.

It wasn't until he got in the car that he asked, "Who is that relative of yours?"

"What's the background? Qingshui Street, my grandfather and the others have checked, and the household registration is all in the Ji family." Ren Wanxuan knew that he was talking about Bai Qian, so she said indifferently: "What's wrong with her?"

"It's very strange..." Chen Zhu looked out the car window, his handsome eyebrows were filled with confusion, "Why did the head teacher lend her Jiang Jing's important things..."

Ren Wanxuan was originally looking at the address sent to her by Assistant Professor Dr. Gao.

Hearing this, she suddenly raised her head: "Are you sure?"

"Nine times out of ten." He should not be mistaken.

**

Xiangcheng, crfs institute.

Jiang Fuli stared at the detector, holding a cardboard in one hand and a pen in the other. His entire face was in the dim darkness of the laboratory, and his expression was cold.

The team members standing behind him didn't dare to breathe loudly.

"The probability of producing deuterium is low. Increase the exploration of gamma rays," he jotted down a few notes, tilted his head, handed the notepad to his assistant, and asked, "Do you know the principle?"

He looked up and randomly clicked on a team member.

The team members held their heads high. After He Wen's recording pen arrived, they could take it out and review it again and again if they forgot: "When deuterium enters the detector species, it will be captured by atoms to form strange atoms and release gamma rays..."

Seeing that he could answer smoothly, the other team members' hearts raised in their throats instantly dropped.

Jiang Fuli looked away, feeling much better.

As Jiang Fuli walked outside, he unbuttoned his radiation-proof jacket and said in a calm voice: "Send the experimental report to my email."

The assistant followed closely behind him with a notepad.

"By the way," Jiang Fuli's fingertips rested on the dark blue button, his slightly raised eyes narrowed, "Go and get two invitation codes for Jiangjing University's preparatory camp."

"Okay." The assistant recorded the matter in the itinerary.

Jiang Fuli had nothing else to do, so he slowly put his coat in the lounge, picked up his cell phone and walked into the elevator.

He has been going back very early recently.

Of course, this "early" is compared to what he used to be.

The assistant stood outside the elevator and waited until the elevator reached the surface before he felt any pressure from the other party.

Then I remembered what Jiang Fuli had ordered.

Go to Jiangjing University and ask for the invitation code for the preparatory camp.

Not to mention Jiang Fuli's status in the physics community of Jiangjing University, just the scientific research funds that the Jiang family gives to Jiangjing University every year, not to mention the two invitation codes, asked them to change the name of the preparatory camp, and they didn't hesitate.

But why does he need the invitation code?

Those who can enter his laboratory are all the students who are competing for the app slot from Jiangjing University, and everyone has an account in the preparatory camp.

The assistant couldn't understand, but he didn't dare to speculate.

There must be a reason for what the boss does.

**

Thursday.

Because he had monthly exams on the weekend, Zhang Shize didn't go out during class breaks.

Instead, sit in the classroom and review.

"Ah, damn English," Zhang Shize looked at abandon, feeling that this was his biggest enemy in his life, "I have never hated Emperor Jiang Wen so much, really."

Zhang Shize complained to the table behind him, "If he lets Bai Li, not Bai Li, just let one of them, Bai Chongyu or Bai Xiangjun, live ten more years, maybe we won't have to learn this damn English!"

"Let me be reborn in the Dayong Dynasty, and I will kill Emperor Jiang Wen!" The back table agreed deeply.

Zhang Shize nodded with satisfaction and patted his deskmate on the shoulder: "Xueshen, what's your opinion?"

Ning Xiao raised his eyes and glanced at him, but didn't reply. He just called Bai Zian and pointed out the unclear parts of his notes to Bai Zian.

Ning Xiao's face was cold and pale, "Did you understand this last night?"

Bai Zian went to eat last night after listening to it. He didn't dare to say that he didn't remember something.

Bai Zian turned around, lazily resting his hand on the back of his chair, and holding a pen in his other hand to draw pictures on his notebook. His fingertips were white: "Suppose the magnetic induction intensity in each direction, the magnetic field distribution function is this formula... You can determine the leader.

Level…”

She spoke slowly and explained very clearly.

Zhang Shize next to him had clearly never studied the competition questions, but for a moment he felt that he understood them.

Ning Xiao glanced at Bai Zian feeling a little scary, his gloomy face was rarely surprised: "Do you have image memory?"

How did she understand it after just one listen?

Moreover, the method of explanation is obviously completely different from Jiang Fuli's, but it is clearer.

Ning Xiao has always been confident in his studies, but now he is first Jiang Fuli and then Bai Qian.

Even that child often made him doubt his life.

Bai Qian turned the pen in a circle on her fingertips, and then held it for a moment. Thinking about the meaning of "image memory", she nodded, "It's possible."

Ning Xiao took back his notebook and said, "I only established the palace memory, not as fast as you."

Her ability to understand is even worse.

Zhang Shize, who was still reciting the abandonment next to him, searched for the meaning of image memory and palace memory.

After searching, I was stunned.

very nice.

On his front desk: Image memory.

His deskmate: Palace Memory.

Him: Seven seconds of memory.

Zhang Shize put away his cell phone expressionlessly and angrily opened the vocabulary book. After reading a page, he looked at his deskmate and the table in front of him with envy and hatred.

There are so many people with good memories in the world.

What will happen if there is one more of him?!

After Bai Zian and Ning Xiao finished discussing the topic, Lu Xiaohan turned back to talk to Bai Zian.

"Bai Qian, look," Lu Xiaohan secretly took out his phone and showed her a picture, "This is the sword dance costume we picked for you, do you think it's okay?"

Bai Zian raised his head.

It was an ancient windbreaker. The top was a white coat trimmed with gold, and the bottom skirt was red embroidered with black and gold layers.

"I think it will look good on you." Lu Xiaohan looked at her with wide eyes. Bai Qian wore a horse-faced skirt for the first time, and she felt very stunning.

The color is just too plain.

So this time she specially chose red.

Of course the most beautiful people match the most brilliant colors.

"Bai Qian?" Seeing that Bai Qian didn't respond, Lu Xiaohan couldn't help but call her.

"Well," Bai Qian came back to her senses after looking at the picture. Her long, black eyelashes drooped slightly, covering her dark pupils. She rested her chin on her hand, seemingly lazily: "Thank you, but I don't have it now.

Wear these colors.”

"Ah? Okay then," Lu Xiaohan touched his nose, feeling a little regretful, but he didn't ask further: "What about this smoky blue color?"

She turned to a picture at the back.

Bai Qian raised his eyes slightly and gave Lu Xiaohan a lazy smile, "No, my clothes are all made by my grandpa. When the time comes, I will find a suitable one and you can pair it with a long sword."

.”

Every piece of clothing Ji Heng makes can be put on the stage.

Bai Zian sometimes wonders whether it would be a waste to use such craftsmanship to make clothes for her.

"Don't you need it?" Lu Xiaohan didn't give up. She still wanted to buy a nice skirt for Bai Zian: "Our class fee is quite generous."

Seeing that Bai Zian really didn't need it, she could only put away this plan.

Go pick up a long sword for Bai Zian.

Since they can't buy clothes, they buy the most beautiful long sword.

**
To be continued...