Jiang Zhihuo's New Year's Day arrangements were simple and crude.
January 1st, studying at the Provincial Library.
On January 2nd, I studied at the provincial library and went to a bar in the evening to earn five times my salary.
January 3rd, studying at the Provincial Library.
Jiang Xiaoba actually spent his three-day short vacation in the library. If he told others about this, no one would believe it.
Zong Bei asked Jiang Zhihuo if he wanted to have dinner together, but Jiang Zhihuo refused directly and sent him a screenshot of the reservation number for the Provincial Library Study Room on January 1st.
Jiang Zhihuo: No, your brother Huo needs to study.
Munebe:!
Munebe: I actually felt the joy of an old father seeing his child turn over a new leaf!
Zongbei: Brother Huo, you make me so happy!
Jiang Zhihuo: Be happy, study hard, or you might be surpassed by me in the rankings.
Munebe: How could you possibly surpass that
Jiang Zhihuo:
Jiang Zhihuo: Let me put this here, I've taken a screenshot, what will you do if it exceeds the limit? Tell me.
Zongbei: My score is average, close to 600, and I made a crazy comeback of more than 200 points. Brother Huo, if you can really do it, I will definitely be happy and I will call you dad.
Jiang Zhihuo: Hey, good son.
After talking to Zong Bei about the same old things for a few minutes, Jiang Zhihuo ignored him and clicked on the provincial library's official account.
When I go to the library to read, it doesn’t matter where I sit. I can sit cross-legged in front of the bookshelf for an entire afternoon and feel relaxed. But that can’t be done when studying. I have to sit at the desk. This is an attitude that is good for both efficiency and the lumbar spine.
Reservations are required for the provincial library study room, which is even more difficult to obtain on weekends and holidays, so many people are waiting.
Jiang Zhihuo asked for Yan Mu's ID number in advance and waited on the official account five minutes before the appointment started.
There is a line of notification at the top of the reservation interface saying that the library will limit the number of seats on January 2nd, and only half of the seats will be open. There will be staff coming in and out between 9 a.m. and 3 p.m., which may affect self-study.
"Brother Yan." Jiang Zhihuo turned over in bed and pointed out the notification for him to see. "It seems that there will be an event in the Provincial Library tomorrow. It might be quite noisy. Are you still going?"
Yan Xueshen doesn’t care whether there is noise around him or not, what matters is who he goes with: “I’ll go if I can get a seat.”
"OK."
Jiang Zhihuo was quick and grabbed two spots as soon as the reservation channel opened.
The next morning, the two arrived at the provincial library on time and found a seat to spread out the test papers.
Everyone who can come from the study room is studying. No one is talking or chatting. It is so quiet that the only sound of flipping pages can be heard. If one wants to communicate, the only way is to use notes.
The two seats Jiang Zhihuo reserved were good, facing each other. Just like at home in the past few days, they could see each other by looking up.
Yan Mu pushed a piece of paper over.
-Take a look at this question.
-Come on.
Jiang Zhihuo was in a good mood and drew a doodle of hooking his finger.
Yan Mu turned the textbook towards Jiang Zhihuo. Jiang Zhihuo habitually lifted the top of the textbook, propped the spine on the edge of the table and read it half-standing.
Tilt it a little, and the red receipt slip inside the textbook slid out.
When going to other cities for competitions, parents are required to sign a receipt. This was done last time, and both times Yan Mu signed for Qin Shi.
Yan Mu said it was his mother.
The last time Jiang Zhihuo saw this name, he didn't recognize Yan Mu and didn't ask, and he wouldn't ask now.
In fact, Jiang Zhihuo had never seen Yan Mu's mother.
Since he and Qin Mu became neighbors, he has only seen Yan Buwei.
Yan Mu's father, Yan Buwei.
Yun Zhou often went to Qin Mu's house to play, but he saw this man only a few times, so he didn't have a deep impression of him. He only remembered that Yan Buwei had thick eyebrows, a lot of white in his eyes, and looked very majestic and aggressive at first glance.
In stark contrast to the gentle and polite two professors at home, the children are always afraid of these fierce-looking adults.
Fortunately, this person is not at home often, and the few times he meets Brother Qin, he never lets him have contact with Yan Buwei.
Yun Zhou was young at that time and did not think deeply about other people's family affairs. The two professors also taught him that when it comes to family privacy, he should not ask if the other party does not bring it up.
The next time I heard the name Yan Buwei was after the Yan Group gradually developed.
Nowadays, people always think that the success of rich second-generations is natural, while the success of those who are heavily in debt and have nothing is regarded as a laudatory story and a model.
Yan Buwei is such a person.
It is rumored that he had a deep relationship with his omega wife who died young, and he has always protected this omega very well. The public does not know much about this woman. They only know that when his wife's family got into trouble, it was Yan Buwei who handled it, and he made a comeback in the future. After he became successful, he refused any omega to approach him again. He even publicly expressed his resistance as an omega, just because it would remind him of his wife.
During that time, many people envied the two people's fairy-tale love.
Jiang Zhihuo picked up the receipt and put it into the textbook.
Yan Mu circled the question number for question nine.
Jiang Zhihuo read the question carefully, then wrote down his ideas on a piece of paper, and finally drew a question mark to ask Yan Mu for his opinion.
After reading it, Yan Mu replied to him: I have another idea.
They exchanged a few words using pieces of paper, but when discussing a topic, they couldn't express themselves clearly using words. After writing on a whole page, they still couldn't come to a conclusion. So Jiang Zhihuo asked: "Shall we talk outside?"
The two of them tiptoed out of the study room.
The voices in the corridor would not reach the study room, but Jiang Zhihuo still lowered his voice: "I think there are three steps here. Bn monotonically decreases n squared and this series of square roots should be connected to form a function equation, and then discussed in intervals."
Yan Mu pointed out: "An condition is contradictory, and the three number sequences are not valid."
This question was too difficult, and using common methods would require eliminating five or six possible options. The two of them lay shoulder to shoulder in the corridor writing drafts, their minds so absorbed in the question that they didn't notice a few people coming up behind them.
Jiang Zhihuo found a new idea: "What if we consider the intercept equation, substitute the k value and take the square root, and eliminate kn and kn+1?"
The method is feasible, Yan Mu said: "Try it."
The more drafts I write, the more I write.
At this time, someone patted Jiang Zhihuo on the shoulder.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand, "I'm almost figuring it out."
The man who patted his shoulder took two steps back and said, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Zhihuo paused his pen. The voice sounded familiar. He put down his pen and looked back. Three boys appeared behind him, and behind them were a few middle-aged men carrying cameras.
Seeing the face of one of them, Jiang Zhihuo blurted out: "Yun Xiaoxu?!"
"Eh? You know me?" Yun Xiaoxu pointed at himself, his eyes widened little by little, the corners of his eyes drooped, and he was extremely excited. He turned around and said to the other two boys, "Oh my God, I've been out for so long today, and I finally got my name called back!!"
Jiang Zhihuo understood when he saw the cameraman who put the camera in front of Yun Xiaoxu to shoot footage.
A few days ago, I heard the girls talking about the Picku training camp being held in Lincheng. No wonder when I booked a spot yesterday, they said there would be staff coming in and out from 9am to 3pm. It turned out that the show crew had borrowed it to record material.
Talent shows don’t just film performances and training, they also feature some outdoor footage. According to the schedule, the first public performance has already been recorded, and the next recording will be the first round of eliminations. At this time, the Picku program team will divide all the trainees into different places in Lincheng for outdoor filming.
The program team prepared different themes, and Yun Xiaoxu's group drew the library treasure hunt.
As the name suggests, clues are placed in the library, and trainees need to rely on the clues to find the next clue and find the final treasure.
There are also different types of clues.
Yun Xiaoxu and his two other teammates were stunned when they received the first clue card.
Two math problems.
—I can't understand it at all.
The other trainees who came to the library together had already set out to look for the second round of clues. The three of them took a pen, asked the VJ teacher for a piece of manuscript paper, and squatted in the corridor for a long time, staring at each other in bewilderment.
Teammate A: "What is the bottom chord length?"
Teammate B: "What is the Mercedes Theorem?"
Yun Xiaoxu: "That... what is an odd function?"
Teammate A and Teammate B turned to Yun Xiaoxu in horror.
Yun Xiaoxu scratched his head embarrassedly: "My grades are not good..."
The performance shots have to be given to the stage. There will be no competition for shots in daily scenes and they can't be photographed at all. The three boys originally wanted to perform well in this outdoor scene, but Yun Xiaoxu, who was sent to draw lots, had very bad luck. The others drew science and technology, history, which at least they could understand, and those that they couldn't understand could be found on Baidu. Yun Xiaoxu drew - mathematics, a bunch of square roots, and an ellipse, which could not be searched. The original questions specially prepared by the program group could not be found even by taking a photo and searching for the questions.
"I'll teach you." Jiang Zhihuo said, looking at the question, "Take the square root of this question, and the value of a is 10."
Yan Mu continued, "The answer to the second question is 5."
The three boys widened their eyes in horror. They had just handed over the cards: "So soon?"
Yun Xiaoxu memorized the two numbers, still confused: "Thank you, thank you."
I couldn’t even understand the question, but others calculated the answer directly as if it was “1+1=2”.
Is this probably the difference between a genius student and a layman student
The three boys squatted aside. When Jiang Zhihuo turned around again, he had forgotten where he had written the previous question. He had no intention of continuing to think, so he simply put down his pen and looked at Yun Xiaoxu.
Jiang Zhihuo has met Yun Xiaoxu twice.
The last time was in Professor Yun’s ward.
Yun Xiaoxu stayed by the bed, cutting fruit for Professor Yun. Jiang Zhihuo could only take a peek from outside the door.
Yun Xiaoxu did not go to the court trial that year, so the next time was the day Jiang Zhihuo was taken away from the professor's house.
He saw with his own eyes the dark and thin boy walk into the house he had lived in for eight years. This boy had never been well brought up, and although he was the same age as him, he was half a head shorter than him.
Yun Xiaoxu—his last name wasn’t Yun at that time.
He looked at the two professors in front of him in amazement and said in surprise: "Can I live here in the future?!"
"I understand. Generally speaking, the appearance of two numbers can be associated with coordinates!" The three boys squatted in the corner and discussed the meaning of the two numbers.
Teammate A said: "10, 5, bookshelf number 5 on the tenth floor, or bookshelf number 10 on the fifth floor."
Teammate B said: "There is no tenth floor in the provincial library, so it must be bookshelf number ten on the fifth floor!"
The two teammates finished talking, and Xue Moyun and Xiaoxu were in charge of the comedy, pulling the two of them up: "We finally got in, woooo, woooo, thank you to these two kind people!"
The camera turned to film Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu, then turned back. Yun Xiaoxu said, "VJ teacher, here, here, help us take a picture of them walking with the wind, and then do a slow motion shot in post-production, and add subtitles. Oh my god, we're finally in!"
The three boys unzipped their jackets and posed in a very showy manner. The cameraman cooperated by shouting "123". The three boys simultaneously stepped out with their left legs, stepped into the door, and threw their coats backwards.
Jiang Zhihuo didn't want to discuss any more topics. He said, "Brother Yan, let's go in too."
Yan Mu put away the draft teaching material and didn't ask any more questions.
The program team borrowed five floors of the library.
Recording requires ordinary people, which is more realistic, so the library was not closed, but the flow was limited. A notice was posted at the entrance and there was also a notice on the reservation interface. At the same time, the program staff went to the study room to explain the situation and tried to keep the voice down.
Everyone expressed their understanding that the notifications and explanations were all in place, and they were more happy than having any other emotions. After all, they had participated in the recording of a variety show and were one step closer to the entertainment industry.
There were eighteen boys in the library treasure hunt project, divided into groups of three. One group probably drew a limited-time card and moved very quickly, flying up the stairs. Three camera teachers followed them with cannons on their shoulders, each one stronger than the other. In a flash, not a single piece of clothing was left at the stairs.
The sound is really not loud, so you won’t be disturbed when studying seriously.
But Jiang Zhihuo just couldn't concentrate on his studies. He supported his cheek and scribbled on the draft paper. Several lines of formulas he had written were scribbled into a ball of wool. Finally, he sighed, stared out the window for a while, and passed a note to Yan Mu.
-Brother Yan.
-It wasn't me you were supposed to know.
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