There is still a distance between the Baijiayuan Hotel and the school. Although Zhang Yang already had the fifty yuan borrowed by Liu Biao, it was impossible for him to use the food money to pay for a taxi. Zhang Yang walked for more than an hour. Although he had eaten and drank enough, Zhang Yang got up and did morning exercises less than three hours after taking the train for several hours. After returning from morning exercises, he read a book for the whole day. Until now, he has not slept yet, although he is not cold or hungry. , it will definitely not feel any better than that. WwW.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.CoM
Back in the dormitory, Zhang Yang almost fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed. He no longer cared about taking a bath or anything.
During this sleep, Zhang Yang slept until seven o'clock in the morning and didn't wake up. If he hadn't peeed, he wouldn't have woken up.
Although it was only seven o'clock, it was already bright. After coming out of the toilet, Zhang Yang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. When Zhang Yang reminded his roommates that he was a senior, they basically pretended to be dead.
In the following days, Zhang Yang rarely left the dormitory door except for occasionally attending a few professional classes and buying some food. He was immersed in mathematics books every day and couldn't extricate himself. Xiao Yiran's "On Thoughts and Methods" He has read it over and over several times and still can't put it down. He never thought that boring numbers could be so interesting.
None of the roommates in the dormitory paid attention to him. The life of senior year is colorful. In fact, apart from Zhang Yang, everyone in room 512 already has a girlfriend. Naturally, they will not have Zhang Yang so leisurely all day long. Stay in your room and read books.
It is worth mentioning here that Zhang Yang majored in fine arts and had a lot of freedom. He usually carried a drawing board and traveled around the world. However, Zhang Yang was not interested in this major and filled out his application list at random.
Zhang Yang is now in a period of extreme excitement.
It was the first time he came into contact with mathematics, and it was the first time he was really interested in something.
A brand new door is opened for Zhang Yang, and at this time, Zhang Yang has already stepped in. The mystery of the mathematical world has been opened for him, and Xiao Yiran's book is like a stepping stone. This book is just right for Zhang Yang. , many simple theories and calculation methods have allowed Zhang Yang to understand some of the advanced knowledge...
However, Xiao Yiran's book is already too terrible to read. It is densely packed with records made by Zhang Yang. In fact, Zhang Yang occasionally feels scared when he is awake and deliberately avoids leaving traces on the book. However, on one end, Zhang Yang Once he gets involved, his pen will naturally leave his thoughts and handwriting on it.
Now Zhang Yang's head is like a computer, where a lot of knowledge is stored. The only thing he needs is a search engine, and "Basic Research on Thoughts and Methods" has become the engine in his head.
Human beings have an innate desire for knowledge. However, due to various external reasons or innate and acquired abilities, everyone has a different perception of knowledge. For example, some people like to draw and have a talent for painting. However, because the external environment did not allow it, his talent was buried.
In the world, except for idiots, lunatics, and fools, in fact, everyone is likely to be outstanding in a certain field. Of course, the level of IQ and hard work also determines the size of the achievement.
Four days later, Zhang Yang finally woke up from the world of numbers.
"Have you no food to eat again?"
Zhang Yang squeezed the bag containing the bread and then touched his belly. The strong hunger made him unable to read anymore. The numbers and symbols on the book turned into roast ducks and chickens...
Today, with prices soaring, it is a miracle that the fifty yuan that Liu Biao lent him can last four days.
I can’t delay it any longer, I have to get my wallet back!
Zhang Yang got out of bed feeling depressed, rubbed his belly, washed his face and mouth, and changed into something new. Zhang Yang had a serious dual personality. He could stay in the dormitory for days without taking a shower or rinsing, but when he went out, he would do something to himself. Gotta be clean.
It's already afternoon, and there aren't many people wandering around the school. They should all be in the classroom.
Zhang Yang was going to pick up a meal from the old janitor first, but finally decided to get his wallet back. After all, eating at the old man's place was just one meal, and he had to get his wallet back anyway, and besides, the school's Tuition and living expenses have to be paid, and eating bread every day is not an option.
Department of Chinese
Zhang Yang patted his head and remembered that the girl said that she was in the second year of the Chinese Department, so she should be in the third year now.
After the matter was decided, Zhang Yang slipped into the Chinese Department with ease. He had stayed in this school for more than three years, so he was naturally familiar with the school.
The hard work paid off, and sure enough, Zhang Yang saw the girl in the classroom. The girl was sitting in the third row of the classroom listening to a lecture, and a professor wearing thick glasses was giving a lecture.
God help me!
There was actually an empty seat next to the girl. Zhang Yang was overjoyed and ignored the dozens of people watching and slipped in while the professor turned around to write on the blackboard.
Although Zhang Yang is afraid of Xiao Yiran, he is not afraid of his classmates who are one year below him. After all, he is also a senior, so there is no reason to be afraid of students who are one year below them.
"There is someone here...ah..."
The girl turned her head and looked around, and immediately shouted out, attracting the attention of all the students who were paying attention to the class, and the girl suddenly blushed with embarrassment.
Zhang Yang took out a book from under his breasts with an embarrassed look on his face. He didn't see a book on the seat outside the window just now. Obviously, this girl occupied a seat for someone else.
"This classmate, what do you think about 'Jingkang's shame has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed!'" The old professor with a gray beard turned around and looked at Zhang Yang and said.
Immediately, the eyes of dozens of people in the classroom looked at Zhang Yang, and many people showed a trace of ridicule in their eyes. Everyone here knew Zhang Yang, and some younger sisters even had angry expressions in their eyes. Sparks, they are all victims of flamboyant **photography.
"Ahem... This... I don't like it very much..." Zhang Yang stood up, with a rare blush on his face.
"You don't like Yue Fei's words?" The old professor was stunned.
"It's Yue Fei..." Only then did Zhang Yang react.
"Hahaha… "
"Ha ha… "
…
The classroom burst into laughter. Even the girl sitting next to Zhang Yang covered her mouth and laughed with her face flushed. The whole classroom could see that Zhang Yang was distracted and had not understood it at all. Of course, they also looked down on Zhang Yang. It is a joke for an art student to take a Chinese class.
"This classmate, why don't you like Yue Fei? Tell me?" The old professor pushed up his glasses and asked with interest. Obviously, this is an old antique who is obsessed with academic research and does not know Zhang Yang, the most famous student in the school. Sex demon.
"That that..."
Zhang Yang couldn't help but froze, lowered his head and glanced at the girl next to him for help. When the girl saw Zhang Yang looking at her, her face turned red again, and she pouted at the blackboard. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)