"Ah...no...you didn't see anything. What were you laughing at just now?"
"No, I'm not laughing. Are you full? Do you still want to eat?"
"Eat, why don't you eat?" Zhang Yang said as he stood up and ran to the hall to fill a bowl full of rice. Du Xue's eyes widened with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Hey, I'm growing, there's nothing I can do about it."
"...Do you want to cook some more vegetables?"
"No, no, no, look, this tomato and egg soup is enough for a bowl of rice." Zhang Yang said, pouring a lot of the egg soup into the bowl and said: "I haven't eaten in a few days, ***, still
The food is delicious.”
"I heard that you are from City C, why don't you go home for dinner?"
"I'm not a local in City C. I just moved to City C a few years ago. My parents went out to work. I was too lazy to live at home, so I rented out my house to live in the school. It's both economical and convenient."
"oh!"
…
The two were silent again. Zhang Yang was eating his bowl of rice at a much slower pace. He kept secretly looking at the girl. Suddenly, he discovered that this girl, who he thought was just beautiful at first, became more and more interesting the more he looked at her, and there was something hidden in her beauty.
It is as simple as a lotus flower emerging from the mud but unsullied.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh secretly, it was a pity that his reputation in school was too bad, otherwise, this would be a good opportunity to pursue.
"Do you like literature?" Du Xue finally finished her bowl of rice and put it down to find something to say.
"I don't like it." Zhang Yang also put down the bowl and took a satisfied sip of tea.
"Don't like it?" Du Xue was stunned for a moment and said, "I think you have some insights into poetry."
"I don't have any insights, I just talked nonsense. In fact, I also like Yue Fei. I couldn't help myself at the time, so I talked nonsense. I really feel sorry for him..."
"Hehe...our teacher looked so sorry after you left. Did you know that he said your idea was very special?"
"Yeah."
Zhang Yang showed little interest and was perfunctory. When it came to poetry, he suddenly wanted to go to the library to read more. He hadn't finished reading the math book yet.
The two of them were talking to each other, but neither of them said to leave, as if an invisible force made them stay. Du Xue was full of curiosity about Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang was completely attracted to Du Xue with a different surname.
, However, the two of them seemed to be unable to find a common language. Although Zhang Yang had countless literary knowledge in his head, he could not access it at all if he was not interested.
"Snow!"
"Snow!"
While the two were racking their brains to find a topic, a male voice came from outside.
"Ah...Brother Fei, here he is."
As soon as Du Xue finished speaking, a tall and thin young man opened the curtain of the booth. The young man had a sickly pale face. It was the young man who had taken Zhang Yang's chair in the Chinese Department.
"Xue'er, I've been looking for you for a long time, but no one answered the phone." The young man blamed Du Xue as if Zhang Yang didn't exist.
"Oh... I forgot my cell phone in the dormitory. Brother Fei, this is classmate Zhang Yang, from the Art Department." Du Xue stood up and introduced.
"Hello, Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang stood up and extended his hand.
"Zhang Yang, I know Prince Peep, a popular figure in the school." The young man glanced at Zhang Yang with a smile and said to Du Xue: "From now on, when I'm hungry, I'll just eat with you. What kind of meal should I have with such a person?!"
"Brother Fei..." Du Xue stamped her feet anxiously.
"Okay, let's go. We've finished our meal. Haha, how about inviting a girl to dinner?" The young man glanced at the messy tabletop that Zhang Yang had swept away, his tone full of disdain.
"Brother Fei, I invited him to dinner!" Du Xue's face turned red with anger, and she pinched the corners of her clothes with both hands.
"What? Hahaha...you invite him to dinner? A woman invites a man to dinner?" The young man laughed.
"It's better if I invite you."
A cold gleam flashed through Zhang Yang's eyes, which had never spoken. As he spoke, he had already taken out his wallet, carefully took out a few banknotes and placed them on the table before striding out.
"Lu Fei, you are going too far..."
…
When Zhang Yang walked out of the restaurant, he heard Du Xue's angry voice. Zhang Yang could imagine that Du Xue's face must be red and his eyes wide open...
Thinking of Du Xue's angry look, Zhang Yang, who was originally depressed, couldn't help but smile. As for Lu Fei, Zhang Yang didn't take it to heart at all. This kind of insult was not the first time, nor was it the last. Of course, the difference this time was still very big.
In college, those who dared to insult Zhang Yang in the past were the students who were about to graduate. No one in the lower grades would insult him, because everyone in the school knew that Zhang Yang had a good friend named Liu Biao...
"Lu Fei...!"
Zhang Yang muttered this name secretly. This name was very familiar, but for a moment, Zhang Yang couldn't remember where he had seen this name.
bother!
After leaving the restaurant, Zhang Yang ran to the guard room and took a look. He didn't see Uncle Wang. He was originally going to ask Uncle Wang how his pursuit plan was going, but it seemed that there was no chance. Zhang Yang had been studying in school for three years.
Until now, he still hasn't figured out what class Uncle Wang works in. It seems that he is there most of the time, 365 days a year, but occasionally there will be another unfamiliar old man guarding the door.
At this time, night had begun to fall. Zhang Yang didn't want to go back to the dormitory to sleep, so he decided to go to the library and read the fluid mechanics book that interested him.
There were many people in the library at this time. Fortunately, Zhang Yang's favorite book "Principles of Computational Fluid Dynamics" was still there. Zhang Yang took the book and sat in a corner. Soon, he was addicted to the world of digital computing, and all the worries
All forgotten.
Zhang Yang himself doesn't know that he is now like a sponge absorbing all knowledge related to mathematics. The big explosion seems to have given him some memories of high IQ, but strictly speaking, it is better to say that it is a pioneering work.
Zhang Yang’s brain thinking and IQ.
Although those incomplete memories contain a wealth of knowledge, Zhang Yang must also take the initiative to learn in order to awaken the use of that knowledge. Now, if Zhang Yang wants to use that knowledge, there are only two ways. The first is to generate a message in times of danger.
This is similar to the explosion of human potential.
Being on the train was an explosion of potential, and being in the Chinese Department class was also an explosion of potential.
Then the second is to Zhang Yang take the initiative to learn. For example, because of a certain book or a certain thing, he has a strong interest in the knowledge in his incomplete memory. Zhang Yang will take the initiative to awaken through learning. Now, Zhang Yang’s interest in mathematics
It is this specific performance.
Sudden!
When Zhang Yang opened a page, a piece of paper slipped down. Zhang Yang picked it up and saw that there was an unfinished math problem on it. It was almost instinctive. Zhang Yang took out a ballpoint pen from his body and started working on it.
