025 We can’t let her sneak back to study literature!
"Why are you so slow today?" Ren Wanxuan had already packed up and was waiting for him.
They have to rush to see Dr. Gao’s assistant coach.
In the past, everyone was very active, but today they were much slower and slower.
There were many people in the classroom, and Chen Zhu knew that he didn't want to announce that Bai Zi had a relative with the Ren family and did not speak.
It was not until he got into the car that he asked, "Who is your relative?"
"What's the origin? Qingshui Street, my grandfather and others have checked it, and their household registration is in the Ji family," Ren Wanxuan knew that he was talking about Bai Zi, and she didn't care: "What's wrong with her?"
"It's very strange..." Chen looked out the car window, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were confused, "Why did the head teacher lend her Jiang Jing's big things..."
Ren Wanxuan was originally looking at the address sent to her by Dr. Gao’s assistant teaching staff.
Hearing this, she suddenly looked up: "Are you sure?"
"Eight out of ten." He should not read it wrong.
**
Xiangcheng, Crfs Research Institute.
Jiang Fuli stared at the detector, holding cardboard in one hand and pen in the other, his entire eyebrows and eyes fell into the darkness of the laboratory, and his face was cold.
The team members standing behind him dared not breathe loudly.
"The probability of producing deuterium is not high, so we can increase the exploration of gamma rays," he quickly recorded a few strokes, tilted his head, handed the notepad to his assistant, and asked: "Do you know the principle?"
He looked up and randomly called a group member.
The team members held their heads and chests. After He Wen's recording pen arrived, they could repeatedly take out what they forgot to review: "If deuterium enters the detector type, it will be captured by atoms to form strange atoms and release gamma rays..."
Seeing that he could answer smoothly, the other team members immediately put their hearts back in their throats.
Jiang Fuli withdrew his gaze, but he was much easier to take.
Jiang Fuli walked outside while unbuttoning the radiation-proof jacket, his voice was dull: "Send the experimental report to my email."
The assistant followed him with a notepad.
"By the way," Jiang Fuli's fingertips stopped on the dark blue buttons, and his slightly picked phoenix eyes were lowered, "Go and get two invitation codes for the Jiangjing University Preparatory Camp."
"Okay." The assistant wrote this on the itinerary.
Jiang Fuli had nothing else to do, so he slowly put his coat in the lounge, then took his cell phone and walked into the elevator.
He has been back very early recently.
Of course, this "early" is compared to him before.
The assistant stood outside the elevator and waited for the elevator to reach the surface of the ground, but he could not feel the pressure from the other party.
I remembered what Jiang Fuli ordered again.
Go to Jiangjing University to ask for the invitation code for the preparation camp.
Not to mention Jiang Fuli's status in the physics community of Jiangjing University, they would not say a word if the Jiang family only gave Jiangjing University the research fund every year, let alone two invitation codes, and asked them to change the name of the preparation camp.
But what is he going to invite a code?
Those who can enter his laboratory are all scholars who are rushing to give away app quotas by Jiangjing University. Everyone has an account for the preparation camp.
The assistant doesn't understand the ideal, but he doesn't dare to speculate on himself.
What the boss does must have his own reasons.
**
Thursday.
Because there was a monthly exam on weekends, Zhang Shize didn't go out to have sex during class breaks.
Instead, sit in the classroom to review.
"Ah, damn English," Zhang Shize looked at abandonon, thinking that this was his greatest enemy in his life. "I have never hated Emperor Jiang Wen so much, really."
Zhang Shize complained to his back desk, "If he let Bai Li not talk about Bai Li, as long as he lets one of Bai Chongyu or Bai Xiangjun live for ten years, maybe we don't have to learn this damn English!"
"Let me be reborn in the Great Yong Dynasty, and I will create Emperor Jiang Wen to death!" The back desk expressed deep agreement.
Zhang Shize nodded with satisfaction and patted his deskmate on the shoulder: "Study God, what about your opinion?"
Ning Xiao glanced up at him, but didn't reply, but just called Bai Zi and pointed out the parts on the notes that were not clearly recorded.
Ning Xiao's face was cold and pale, "Did you understand this last night?"
Bai Feng went to have a meal after hearing it last night, but he didn't dare to say that he didn't remember it.
Bai Zi turned around, lazily putting his chair back with one hand, and drawing a picture on his notebook with the other hand, with his fingertips shining white: "Suppose the magnetic induction intensity in each direction, the magnetic field distribution function is this formula... You can judge the leader
rank…”
She spoke slowly and explained clearly.
Zhang Shize next to him clearly had never learned the competition questions, and even felt that he understood it for a moment.
Ning Xiao looked at Bai Zi with a terrible feeling, and his gloomy face was rarely surprised: "Do you have any image memory?"
How could she understand it by listening to it?
Moreover, the explanation method is obviously completely different from Jiang Fuli, but it is clearer.
Ning Xiao is confident in his studies, now he is Jiang Fuli and then Bai Zi.
Even that child made him often doubt his life.
Bai Zi turned the pen around her fingertips and held it in an instant, thinking about the meaning of "image memory". She nodded, "It's possible."
Ning Xiao took back his notebook, "I only built the palace memory, not as fast as you."
Her ability to understand is even worse than hers.
Zhang Shize, who was still carrying abandon next to him, went to search for the meaning of image memory and palace memory.
After searching, he was stunned.
very nice.
His front desk: image memory.
His deskmate: Palace memory.
He: Seven seconds of memory.
Zhang Shize put away his phone expressionlessly, opened the word book angrily, and after reading a page, he looked at his deskmate and the front desk with envy and jealousy.
There are so many good memories in the world.
What if he had one more?!
After Bai Feng Ningxiao finished discussing the topic, Lu Xiaohan turned around and talked to Bai Feng.
"Bai Zi, look," Lu Xiaohan secretly took out his cell phone and showed her a picture, "This is the Jianwu costume we chose for you. Do you think it's OK?"
Bai Shi raised his head.
It was an ancient windbreaker, the top was a white gold-edged outer shirt, and the bottom skirt was embroidered with red black and gold stacked patterns.
"I think you must look good in it." Lu Xiaohan looked at her with wide eyes. The first time Bai Feng came to wear a horse-faced dress, which she was very amazed.
It's just that the color is too plain.
So this time she chose the red series.
Of course, the most beautiful people are matched with the most colorful colors.
"Baishou?" Seeing that Baishou did not respond, Lu Xiaohan couldn't help calling her.
"Well," Bai Zi came to her senses as she looked at the picture. Her long and black eyelashes drooped slightly, covering her dark pupils. Her hands supported her chin, as if she was a little lazy: "Thank you, but I don't
Wear this color.”
"Ah? Well, then," Lu Xiaohan touched his nose, feeling a little regretful, but he didn't ask much: "What about this smoke-blue color?"
She flips to a picture behind.
Bai Feng raised his eyes and smiled lazyly at Lu Xiaohan, "No, my clothes are made by my grandfather. Then I will find a suitable one and just give me a long sword.
.”
Every piece of clothing made by Ji Heng can be put on the stage.
Bai Zi sometimes feels that making clothes for her with such skills will be a waste.
"No?" Lu Xiaohan didn't give up. She still wanted to buy a nice dress for Bai Shi: "We have a lot of class fees."
Seeing that Bai Zi really didn't need it, she could only put away this plan.
Go and pick a long sword for Bai Shi.
Since they can't buy clothes, they can buy the best-looking long swords.
**
Training class.
Ning Xiao worked hard to do the questions throughout the whole process. Apart from studying, it was difficult for him to become interested in other things.
After watching the screen recording, Bai Zi took out his cell phone, typed slowly, and asked Jiang Fuli—
【After reading the big thing, can I give the book to the teacher?】
On the other side of the phone, Jiang Fuli just took off his glasses and saw this sentence.
I don’t know what others think, but Teacher Jiang really thinks that someone is very cute and will ask him about everything.
Teacher Jiang: [It is yours for you, please deal with it at will]
Bai Zi took back her phone after receiving the message. She looked up and poked Ning Xiao's shoulder with a pen, "There is a book, do you want to read it?"
"What book?" Ning Xiao turned around and asked in a low voice.
Bai Shi pulled out Jiangjing University physics and showed him, "This."
No one noticed Bai Zi in the stairs classroom.
But Chen, who has been paying attention to Bai Zi, has confirmed this time. The book Bai Zi is in his hand is Jiangjing University Physics.
He read it right yesterday.
Beside Chen, Ren Wanxuan also noticed his gaze and looked in the direction of Bai Zi, "I actually gave it to her..."
It's hard for her not to develop jealousy.
Yesterday I heard Chen Jie say that the others didn’t believe it very much, and I saw it with my own eyes today.
The head teacher of Class 8 sent out the exercises tonight, "Everyone do the questions well, the principal asks me for a meeting, if you have any questions, please contact me on WeChat or ask me tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned around and went out.
"teacher."
Ren Wanxuan took a deep breath and stood up in everyone's eyes.
"Ren Wanxuan," the head teacher just arrived at the door of the stairs classroom and heard the sound. He stopped and was a little surprised, "Do you have any questions?"
Ren Wanxuan held the bag, and she looked at the head teacher and spoke in front of everyone: "Teacher, I have always believed in you. But why, you should know how poor Bai Zi's science is, and you won't know who she is based on. Why do you tend to be in her every time when you get in?”
This sentence means that Bai Fu looks up and squints at Ren Wanxuan.
The head teacher of Class 8 was stunned when he heard Ren Wanxuan's words, "I'm going toward her?"
"Yesterday I asked you to borrow Jiangjing's big things, you said you can't borrow them," Chen didn't expect Ren Wanxuan to say it directly. He looked at Bai Zi with complicated eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he was still standing on Ren Wanxuan's side, "But I clearly lent it to Bai Zi today.”
If Ren Wanxuan's words just now are nothing.
This sentence caused a stir in the stairs classroom.
No one of the top students here has never heard of Jiangjing University physics.
Everyone is selfish, why don’t you tell them if you lend it to Bai Zi?
Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of Baishu-
Bai Shi was still sitting on the chair in her original position, her dark and clear eyes were calm and calm, and her fair and slender fingers were still pinching a book on Jiangjing University Physics.
In front of everyone, she lazily turned the book around, and a strand of black hair lazily placed on her eyebrows.
She didn't care about anyone's eyes at all.
The head teacher of Class 8 also reacted.
I finally knew why the people in the training class avoided Bai Zi.
"Whose relationship does she join the training class?" The head teacher of Class 8 returned to the podium.
He did not retreat at all when he looked at Ren Wanxuan.
There was still a cold sarcasm on the corner of Ren Wanxuan's mouth. She didn't want the head teacher to get confused: "How did she get into the training class with 85 points? You asked it knowingly."
In her eyes, Bai Zi was just one of the many people in Qingshui Street.
Apart from the Ren family, what else can Baishu have to do?
Others in the training class have similar ideas to Ren Wanxuan.
They all came in with their own strength, and suddenly someone who didn't know what it was. It was normal for these arrogant top students to look down on Bai Zi.
"A trust relationship should be established between students and teachers," the head teacher nodded, and he looked at Ren Wanxuan, "Student Ren and Chen, then let's solve the first question first."
The phone in my hand rang.
It's the principal, "Old Li, why haven't you arrived yet? I have good news..."
"It just so happens, principal," the head teacher's voice calmly. He interrupted the principal: "I want to ask, who did the relationship between Bai Zi and entered the training class?"
Ren Wanxuan looked at the head teacher quietly.
The sarcasm at the mouth seemed to be saying what you could say.
"What's the relationship?" In the quiet classroom, the principal's voice came clearly through the speakers, very surprised, "Bai Su was specially recruited because of a set of vortex ring collision data. I asked this last time I asked about it.
Didn’t you tell me? Lao Li, are you old and have a bad memory?”
After the principal said that, he said seriously: "Student Bai Feng is unprecedented in his sensitivity to data. Lao Li, you have to watch her for me. Many people are paying attention to it. Never let her run back to study literature secretly!