Parallel Extra: The Protagonist's Youth (Part 2)
Comparing the numbers on the note, Meng Shuyu saw that they were the same. She thought that her father and Uncle Jian must have exchanged their daughter and son's contact information.
Sure enough, her father's voice came from outside the study door: "Your uncle Jian was afraid that you would be embarrassed, so he asked brother Jian Cheng to come and add you. He said that if you have any questions, just ask them. Just be polite and sweet-mouthed!"
Meng Shuyu turned around and said "I know" and quickly accepted the friend request.
The dialog box popped up, and she put both hands on the keyboard, back to the deadlock of not knowing how to say hello.
There was also silence on the other side.
After hesitating for a long time, Meng Shuyu typed in a proper manner: Hello, Brother Jian Cheng, I am Meng Shuyu, sorry to bother you...
The other party quickly replied: It’s okay, what don’t you understand
Seeing that he was so straightforward, Meng Shuyu stopped talking nonsense and sent him a few photos that he had prepared in advance.
It was a bit unreasonable to ask about the English part, after all, the meaning could be found by just looking it up in the dictionary. She picked a few original Spanish poems, looked up all the words that could be found on the Internet, and made annotations.
Xiao Yudian: I have looked up the words, but the meanings of many of them seem strange and I can’t understand them when they are put together.
Jian Cheng: Wait for me for a moment.
Meng Shuyu replied "OK", sat in front of the computer, propped up his cheek, and occasionally plucked his cheek with his fingers.
I saw the "typing" above the dialog box appear and disappear. After waiting for about ten minutes, the message alert sounded and a screen full of words popped up.
Meng Shuyu sat up straight, rolled the mouse wheel up and down, and saw that he had translated the entire poem directly.
When she finished reading it, "Type in Progress" appeared above the dialog box again - it seemed that he had already started translating the next song.
The efficiency of getting straight to the point caught Meng Shuyu off guard. He wanted to say something in response, but seeing that he kept typing, he felt that interrupting him would interrupt his train of thought.
Meng Shuyu typed a few words and then deleted them, then continued to wait.
After more than ten minutes, the next translation came, with an additional sentence: Feel free to ask if you have any questions.
He actually noticed her brief moment of "typing".
But he translated it so clearly that she couldn't raise any questions. After all, this wasn't a math problem that required an analytical process.
Xiao Yudian: I just want to say that the translation is so good, I will copy it down!
The other party did not comment on her compliment. After all three poems were translated, he replied: As long as it is useful.
Little Raindrop: Of course it is useful, very useful, thank you Brother Jian Cheng!
Jian Cheng: You’re welcome. Anything else
Meng Shuyu wanted to have more, but she had only looked up the words of three poems and had not had time to do more homework. It would be too insincere to slap the blank page, so she had to say: There are none for now, I haven't seen so many, can I ask you again if I have any questions later
Jian Cheng: Sure.
Seeing that the conversation was coming to an end, Meng Shuyu subconsciously wanted to say something else and asked casually: I heard from my father that you are studying medicine. Do you need to learn Spanish to study medicine
Jian Cheng: An elective course.
Little Raindrop: (≧o≦) Awesome! Are you also on summer vacation now
Jian Cheng: Yeah.
Although he answered every question, the person on the other end had no intention of bringing up the topic.
After he said "hmm", Meng Shuyu didn't know what else to say.
I looked at the time and found that it was not dinner time yet, and I couldn't ask if he had eaten yet. I was feeling discouraged when I suddenly saw the dialog box saying "typing".
Her eyes lit up as she waited for new information to come in.
After waiting for a while, I saw that the line "typing" disappeared.
The dialog box was silent, and there was no sound anymore.
Meng Shuyu felt that if the person she was chatting with was also a high school student, she should be able to find thousands of common topics, but what could she talk about with college students
I had no choice but to give up, ended the conversation, copied the translations of the three poems into the poetry collection, then turned off the computer and took out my homework to start writing.
After studying for a day, I didn’t have the dream that repeated three times that night.
The next day was the weekend, and the father and daughter were no longer the only ones hating each other at home. Meng Shuyu went shopping with her mother for a day, bought many new dresses, and temporarily put the poetry collection behind her.
Unexpectedly, when I got home after dinner and turned on my computer, I unexpectedly received an email from Jian Cheng.
The email did not have a header or any greetings, only a document was attached.
Meng Shuyu downloaded the attachment with confusion, and stared in front of the screen when he opened it.
The document is a full thirty pages long, filled with translated poems, and it seems that it has completed the missing half of the Chinese translation in the poetry collection.
Meng Shuyu looked at the time the email was sent. It was this morning.
This time, he probably had been translating since he finished talking to her yesterday, and didn't get much sleep...
Meng Shuyu slowly scrolled the mouse wheel to read page by page, and found that he had even revised the three poems that he had hastily explained in vernacular yesterday in written language.
And it is definitely not the version found on the Internet.
Seeing this, Meng Shuyu suddenly felt a little guilty.
Although she liked the poetry collection very much, she didn't really have to read his translation. She could go to the bookstore and buy a bilingual version and find the corresponding translation by comparing it.
She just...
I just kind of want to get to know this person.
Meng Shuyu scratched his ears in annoyance and sent a message to the offline account: Brother Jian Cheng, I was out shopping during the day and just saw the email now... Thank you so much! I will read it carefully!
The message was sent, but there was no response.
It was not until two hours later, when Meng Shuyu was urged by his parents to turn off the computer, that he still did not receive a reply.
Think about it, I haven’t seen the other person’s email all day, he must be busy, so it’s normal that he is not online now.
But Meng Shuyu still felt a little regretful that he missed the opportunity to chat today because of shopping. Before going to bed, he quietly brought his mobile phone into bed.
After graduating from junior high school, she got a mobile phone, but her family was strict and only allowed her to use it for communication during holidays. She was not allowed to bring it to school, nor was she allowed to play with it for long at home.
The lights in the room were off. Meng Shuyu didn't dare let the light from his phone leak out. He huddled in the quilt with his head covered, holding his phone and looking at it every few minutes.
It was a little past ten, and just when I was feeling drowsy, I suddenly felt a vibration in the palm of my hand.
Meng Shuyu suddenly woke up, saw Jian Cheng's avatar light up, and immediately clicked on the message.
Jian Cheng: You’re welcome.
Xiao Yudian: Did you translate for a long time
Jian Cheng: Not very long.
Little Raindrop: Actually, I’m not in a hurry…
Jian Cheng: I just happen to be free recently, but I don’t know if I will have time later.
Xiao Yudian: Is it because you have to go to the hospital? I heard that medical students also have to go to the hospital for internship during the summer vacation.
The other side suddenly fell silent.
I finally found a topic to talk about, why aren't you continuing the conversation
Meng Shuyu waited for a while in frustration until he said: I mean after the summer vacation.
Little Raindrop: So you’re not busy during the summer vacation
Jian Cheng: Only this year.
Only this year you're not busy
That's not what she bumped into.
If you're not busy, you can make friends when you have time.
Meng Shuyu was thinking about how to make friends with this person and asked: How good are your math grades
The other side fell into silence again.
Realizing the abruptness of this turn, Meng Shuyu hurriedly made up his mind: I was doing my homework and came across a math problem that I couldn't solve.
Jian Cheng: You ask.
… She had originally wanted to take this opportunity to arrange to ask him a question tomorrow, but now it’s so sudden, how can she change the topic
Meng Shuyu brainstormed frantically and typed calmly: Hey, I figured it out. It turns out I missed a condition just now!
Jian Cheng: Yeah.
Meng Shuyu: But this paper is really difficult. I feel like I can’t finish it tonight. How about I do it tomorrow? If I encounter something I don’t know how to do tomorrow, can I ask you
Jian Cheng: Sure.
Jian Cheng: If you add another account, I may not see the messages from this account in time.
So that's why I replied so late.
Meng Shuyu didn't think much about it and asked him: Okay, what's the number
The other party did not report the number. After a few minutes, Meng Shuyu received a new friend request.
The verification content was blank, but seeing that the nickname was "j", it should be the first letter of his last name. Meng Shuyu passed it immediately and asked: Is it Brother Jian Cheng
j: If you don’t want to do your homework, go to bed early.
Little Raindrop: Are you going to sleep
J: No.
Little Raindrop: I’m not sleepy yet.
The other party didn't reply for a while, so Meng Shuyu casually opened the personal information of this account.
She had looked at the profile of the previous account. The nickname was the real name, the signature was an excerpt from the Hippocratic Oath, and the space was full of medical-related reposts. Although she had added him as a friend, she couldn't find any common topics.
From what he said, this account is something he uses more often, so maybe there is some way to get to know him. Meng Shuyu thought about taking a closer look, but he didn't expect that the space was not open, the information and signature were blank, and the amount of information was even less.
How come it is the more commonly used number
Meng Shuyu exited the profile interface in confusion and saw a new message from him: Not growing taller
Um
Meng Shuyu thought about the above text and realized that he meant that she was still not asleep so late.
Little Raindrop: So you’re not growing any taller anymore
j: Otherwise
Raindrop: Oh...
J: What
Little Raindrop: I have to go to bed early and you can go to bed late. It’s not fair.
j: Then I'll sleep too, is that fair
Meng Shuyu stared at the line of words and somehow felt a sense of pleasure.
Before she knew why she was so pleased, her heart was already pounding strangely.
I changed my account and it seems like he doesn't speak as properly anymore.
Meng Shuyu read his words silently three times before replying: Okay, then what time will you get up tomorrow
j: Before you get up.
Little Raindrop: How do you know what time I get up
J: It shouldn’t be too early.
Little Raindrop: What if it’s earlier than you
J: I’m six o’clock.
Little Raindrop: ...Just pretend I didn’t say anything.
J: Can I go to sleep now
Little Raindrop: That’s OK.
There was no more message from the other end, and Meng Shuyu thought about saying "good night", but then he felt that they were not that familiar with each other, so he let the conversation stop there.
Before putting down the phone, I read the chat history again.
The next morning, Meng Shuyu slept until he woke up naturally. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and found that it was just after seven o'clock.
This was the first time she woke up so early since summer vacation.
Just as she was about to close her eyes and continue sleeping, she suddenly remembered something. She sat up from the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out her cell phone.
Seeing that the account "Jian Cheng" was not online and the account "J" was already online, Meng Shuyu quickly got out of bed and washed up. Under the surprised gaze of Meng Zhouping, he quickly finished his breakfast and took out the math test paper from his schoolbag.
"The sun is rising from the west today?" Her father looked at her with a puzzled look on his face, glancing at the test paper in her hand, "Why don't you do Chinese first?"
"Chinese is not a challenge for me. Math is where I feel a sense of accomplishment." Meng Shuyu clenched his fist towards his father. "Math will help me get more points!"
"Okay, then you do your best, I'm going out to buy groceries."
Meng Shuyu nodded vigorously, watched her father leave, and went to the study with a thick stack of papers.
I turned to a half-finished test paper and finished most of the multiple-choice questions first. Then I circled the last two multiple-choice questions and the last fill-in-the-blank question with a pen. I took a photo of the test paper with my phone and sent it to Jian Cheng: "Brother Jian Cheng, are you free now? I don't know how to answer these questions."
The other party replied immediately: Let me see.
Meng Shuyu chuckled and lowered his head to start looking at the questions.
I just had an idea to try out, and the other party sent me a photo.
When I clicked on it, I saw that he had drawn a standard geometric diagram on the draft paper and added auxiliary lines: Try adding auxiliary lines like this.
Meng Shuyu quickly figured out the answer according to his hint: c
j: Yes, in the next question, use the law of cosines to find the angle.
Meng Shuyu continued to draft and successfully figured out the answer: b
J: Yes, the last fill-in-the-blank question is probably beyond the syllabus. Just look at my calculation and make sure you can understand it.
Meng Shuyu was secretly delighted. Empiricism was indeed correct. The last two choices in her blind selection and the last fill-in-the-blank question were all worth asking.
The other party sent a photo quickly. Meng Shuyu looked through the calculation process and wanted to ask something else, but found that no step was omitted and the analysis process was much more detailed than the general reference answer.
It would be a bit silly to ask again. Meng Shuyu wrote down the answer and replied: (≧o≦) I understand!
j: Well, fill-in-the-blank question 4 is wrong.
"… "
In such a short time, did he check all the other questions after writing the analysis
Little Raindrop: Really? Let me do the math again...
j: No need to calculate, the number is correct, the equal sign is missing.
Raindrop: Oh yeah...
j: I have no problem with everything else. Is there anything else you don’t understand
I didn't expect that he would progress so quickly in teaching. Meng Shuyu felt that his preparation was a little inadequate - he was mainly worried that if he spent too much time on the questions, he would be offline.
Meng Shuyu turned over the test paper and read through each question.
The last big question would definitely not disappoint her, so she circled it without thinking and thought about finding another one.
Then I focused on the second to last question.
The fewer the conditions, the harder the question, and it’s you!
Meng Shuyu solved the first question of the second-to-last question, circled the second and third questions, and took another photo and sent it over.
There was silence for a while on the other side, and then the person on the other side asked: You don’t know how to answer the second question
Little Raindrop: Yeah.
j: How did you come up with question 8 of the multiple-choice test
Meng Shuyu turned the test paper back to take a look.
"?"
Whoever made this test paper has so little ambition!
The question with the same principle has already been included in the small question, why is it mentioned again in the big question
Don’t you know that a good test paper will not have repeated knowledge points
Meng Shuyu replied in panic: I guessed the answer to that question...
A photo was sent from the other side.
It was the same picture she had sent over at the beginning, but this time there was an extra red line on it, marking out the few rough drafts she had written beside the stem of the eighth multiple-choice question.
j: Aren’t the formulas used correctly
"… "
It's over, the truth is out.
The author has something to say: It doesn’t matter, he likes your filling.