Take down that Alpha school grass

While Lin Moci was sitting at the desk with the chirping of cicadas in summer, writing questions, he was distracted thinking about the promise he made with Chen Weiwan that day before saying goodbye.

"Wanwan, after your training camp is over, let's go on a serious date for a few days, shall we?"

"Where do you want to go? Amusement park, movie theater or aquarium, I can accompany you."

"If you want to climb a mountain, isn't Xianyang Mountain right next to City A...you can still watch the sunrise if you climb it."

"Okay, it will be at the end of next month."

As long as we stay until the end of next month, we will be able to see Wan Wan again...

Lin Moci was balancing the equation in his hands, but his mind started to dream.

I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals.

Xianyang Mountain has always had a legend that "the god of the mountain blesses lovers with long-lasting love". Because they feel that they are still young, and they are worried that Chen Weiwan will think these superstitious remarks are naive. Let Chen Weiwan go to make a wish first, and leave him a name in front of the mountain god.

He finished solving the last big chemistry problem on the test paper. Seeing that it was still early, he sneaked away and sent a few WeChat messages to Chen Weiwan, complaining about the exhausting amount of questions in the cram school.

Since Chen Weiwan ignored him for several days last week, and he came back after being bitten by himself, he sent some trivial and trivial life matters to the other party on WeChat every day, and Chen Weiwan would try his best to Answer him all the details.

In fact, Lin Moci had just entered the state of hard work that a normal high school student should have, and he already felt that it was too much. Therefore, he often found it difficult to imagine what kind of hard life Chen Weiwan was leading.

In fact, he probably also felt the high pressure of the training camp, because in the past he had the impression that Chen Weiwan had a routine like a robot and never stayed up late, but recently the probability of Chen Weiwan replying to his messages in the middle of the night was getting higher and higher.

However, every time he faced his concern, Chen Weiwan only replied on WeChat: It's okay, I'm fine.

But after putting the phone back, Chen Weiwan stayed up until after 12:30 every night, and got up at five o'clock the next day to continue doing questions and attending lectures. He could only sleep for less than five hours a day, and he lost a lot of weight. lock up.

There are so many masters in the training camp. Even if the teachers who attend the class are nationally famous professional professors, there are still some students who can master the whole set of questions before the professor finishes speaking, and even propose their own new ideas to solve the problems in a better way. question.

When Chen Weiwan first came, he had in his heart the aura of a god of learning that had always been unrivaled in City A. When he arrived, he found that there were many people with higher talents than himself, and once he even made a mistake. Half of the questions can be answered correctly.

Below average.

Even if it was just one question at this level, it made him feel an infinite sense of crisis.

No genius can accept being mediocre.

This is undoubtedly a blow to him who can only compete with himself in normal high school exams, and his grades are always top notch.

He stayed in No.1 alone for too long, but he didn't know that there were many No.1s outside.

The thing that bothered him the most was Xue Han who was sitting next to him. This person seemed to have a leisurely smile every day, but when he faced the competition questions, his whole person changed, almost like an artificial intelligence.

Chen Weiwan's speed of doing the questions was already extremely fast, but one time before he finished, Xue Han harassed the surrounding students by looking around, and even looked at him after going around, very enthusiastically: "What's the matter?" If you don’t know the topic, I can tell you about it.”

This incident directly stimulated him and he didn't talk to anyone for a whole day. Since then, he has worked hard to study every day, and his skin has almost faded. Now he is finally getting ahead, and he is called "genius" together with Xue Han. monsters in ".

Time passed day after day like this.

In the past, for Lin Moci, who was playing games, and Chen Weiwan, who was working mechanically according to the plan every day, time was like sand blowing away with a wave of his hand, and every day was as dull and boring as if pressing repeat key and fast forward key, time flies like an arrow.

But since coming to S City, time has become slower and slower, the summer is hot and long, the two of them seem to be trapped in the alchemy furnace of the Taishang Laojun every day, but fortunately, they can get along with each other after studying hard. They all made progress that they didn't realize, and even though they took off a few layers of skin, they pierced through the cocoons that were previously restrained.

The only warm time every day is their babbling along the network cable. Although it is trivial, it seems that they hold each other's hands far away under the pressure of each other's deep sea, which is their own comfort.

In the training camp at the end of August, there was the sound of writing on the blackboard. In less than 3 minutes, Chen Weiwan and Xue Han each wrote the formulas and calculations on half of the blackboard.For the finale question of the same perverted competition, the students below didn't even bother to figure it out by themselves. They all held their breath and watched the two S-level alphas writing numbers rapidly on the podium.

In the eyes of the whole classroom, the second hand went around again. Chen Weiwan stopped writing first, turned his head and nodded to the professor standing at the back of the classroom, and put the chalk on the top of the podium according to the length.

If you observe carefully, you can even see that every line he writes is straighter than that written with a square board.

A few students who were also a bit obsessive-compulsive sitting below were so comfortable that they couldn't help but want to applaud him.

Less than ten seconds after he stopped writing, Xue Han also threw the chalk, leaving behind a pile of calculations that were much more scribbled than Chen Weiwan. He laughed and wanted to high-five Chen Weiwan, but Chen Weiwan ignored it.

Xue Han looked back at his problem-solving method again, and applauded himself: "This must be a genius."

Chen Weiwan returned to his seat, watched Xue Han's movements, and said silently in his heart: I can't become the kind of person who has a boring comparison.

"Chen Weiwan's solution to the problem is more rigorous, but... Xue Han's solution is something I didn't expect."

The professor walked to Xue Han's blackboard. After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly seemed to see something novel and kept boasting: "Hey, this method seems biased, but it can indeed save money. Many computational and verification steps are better conceived."

The word "better" was very harsh. Chen Weiwan frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to indicate that Xue Han's answer was not rigorous.

"There are two numbers that are pieced together." Chen Weiwan, who has no sense of boring comparisons, pointed out persistently, "Here, there is suspicion of guessing after trying a few numbers. If the function range of the problem is slightly changed, this solution will It doesn't fit anymore."

The professor saw that he could find loopholes that he hadn't found, so he nodded appreciatively, and praised: "That's right, what Chen Weiwan pointed out is right, here..."

"I didn't guess it, I just omitted it." Xue Hanteng stood up suddenly, went to the stage and wrote a series of calculations, "This method is my own original summary of the rules, you don't understand and think I'm guessing, it's normal. "

The two newly written formulas of his can just get the number he spelled directly, and the students below couldn't help admiring.

Seeing that the situation has developed to such an extent, the professor had no choice but to smooth things over and said to the class: "Actually, there is more than one solution to each problem. I still suggest that everyone use Chen Weiwan's solution, which Xue Han just wrote. In fact, not everyone can think of it, and everyone still chooses the most suitable one for use.”

The sentence "not everyone can think of" directly caused Chen Weiwan to learn the early morning of the same day.

When he was so sleepy, he got up with his mobile phone and went to the balcony to take a breath of fresh air. At the same time, he flipped through Lin Moci's childish emoji to blow the air. Being amused by Lin Moci's funny sand sculpture pictures, his heavy heart dissipated a little.

In fact, he is quite fond of cold jokes and love talk, but in order to maintain his image, he rarely shows it. Now that he is only in a room with one person, he laughs unscrupulously.

In the morning, he squeezed out time to tease Lin Moci, mentioned Wen Yu half-truthfully, and said with a twist of yin and yang: "My recent ranking is not bad, but he doesn't seem to be able to keep up with our class. I don’t know if it’s because I think of the sad past after meeting you.”

Facing the joy of crushing his rival in his words, Lin Moci replied like a mature adult: "Wanwan, you are the best, don't worry about others, you are the most beautiful in my eyes."

He paired this with an earthy rose. Although it was obviously not a serious worship tone, Chen Weiwan also accepted the flattery, but he remembered Xue who had added Lin Moci's WeChat account. Han, and said again: "Then what if someone better than me finds you?"

Lin Moci thought about it for a while, and thought that he might be narrow-minded again and worried that he would run away with others, so he posted a photo of a local dog walking himself while biting on the leash, with the caption: Has a strong sense of self-management.

He joked: Wanwan, don't worry, this is me.

Chen Weiwan only saw this news now, and he couldn't help laughing out of being teased.

Suddenly, a laugh came from the dark balcony next door. Xue Han squatted beside the balcony fence, and looked at it with interest: "Send a message to your cute omega?"

Chen Weiwan turned his head to look over, his gaze suddenly became as sharp as a sword, and his tone paused: "He is very cute, but he is already mine."

"I've always been sensitive to the smell of pheromones." Xue Han lit a cigarette as he spoke, and said with sly eyes, "The smell of Chun Hanying is really good."

If it weren't for the fact that each balcony could transmit breaths to each other, Chen Weiwan would have already released his pheromones regardless of etiquette.

"Don't get excited, I'm just joking." Xue Han said while smoking a cigarette, "I don't like stealing other people's omega, I just do it for a long time to irritate you to relax."

His expression was very serious and slightly tired. In the night, the corner of Chen Weiwan's eyes lightly swept over the cigarette in the other's hand.

Xue Han exhaled a puff of smoke, and explained: "Everyone will be tired at this point, I just refresh myself."

The two originally had a bit of hostility that couldn't be mixed, but Chen Weiwan just looked at him indifferently and then stopped talking. He actually knew that in this kind of inhuman training camp, no one didn't work hard, but I didn't expect that someone like Xue Han, who seems to be leisurely every day, would work so hard.

He checked his phone, it was 01:30 in the middle of the night.

Most of the balconies were no longer transparent, and in the middle of the night when almost everyone was asleep, only the two of them, who were praised as "monsters among geniuses", were still burning the lights to fight at night, and met each other across the balcony by accident. See.

The hills of draft paper tell their truth.

No geniuses, no monsters.

For some reason, Chen Weiwan finished reading the news about Lin Moci, and Xue Han finished smoking his cigarettes, but neither of them went back to the house.

After being quiet like this for a long time, Chen Weiwan took the lead and said, "You must have put together the two numbers during the day, and there is still a problem with the formula you wrote in the end."

"You're right, I made it up on the spur of the moment." Xue Han casually removed the cigarette ash with his foot, watching Chen Weiwan wanting to clean it up for him.

Chen Weiwan: "If you can make it up temporarily and still fool Professor Wu, you are pretty good."

Xue Han raised his head and looked at him: "Want to learn? Lend me your omega for a day, and I'll teach you."

Chen Weiwan turned to look at him. From his words, he could hear the meaning of deliberately provoking his opponent after being exposed. He felt a little victorious in his heart, but he also seriously warned: "I suggest you think about it in the future. Don't make him a topic when you irritate me, or you will bear the consequences."

Xue Han suddenly lowered his eyes and sighed heavily, and said, "I know you won't like it, but I have a strange disease, and the doctor said that I need to find an S-level omega to treat me with it, and I have been getting better until now. I've only met that one..."

Chen Weiwan just didn't bother to listen: "You made up the words more clumsily than the daytime formula."

Xue Han was stunned for a moment, and suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud. He stopped laughing for a long time, sat on a small bench, raised his legs, and said in a calm tone that was contrary to his expression: "Chen Weiwan, I used to participate in various competitions in F City, and I often created my own calculation formulas. In fact, the numbers were made up, but no one exposed them. I thought that no one would understand. I didn’t expect that someone would understand after I came to the training camp.”

Chen Weiwan was silent for a long time after listening, but there was a subtle feeling in his heart.

Chess meets opponent, sympathizes with each other.

Perhaps Xue Han has such emotions towards him.

pity.

Chen Weiwan turned the phone in his hand, and there was a guitar score on his screen.

"What do you want to do in the future?" Chen Weiwan asked.

Xue Han curled his lips in embarrassment: "A mathematician, what else? I plan to become the Euler of our time. I will create countless classics in my life, and I must be the one in the textbooks of future generations."

Chen Weiwan thought of Lin Moci who had scolded all the people who invented various formulas one by one when doing the questions, and said with a smile: "Then it is estimated that many people in the future will scold you."

"Benefiting mankind, why are you scolding me?" Xue Han is completely a miserable animal who doesn't understand how poor in mathematics, pointing to himself, "I have that kind of temperament in me."

Chen Weiwan glanced at him and didn't speak, but "You didn't" was written all over the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Then what do you want to do in the future?" Xue Han asked curiously, "Become Euclid, Turing or Descartes?"

Chen Weiwan gripped the phone tightly, he finally understood clearly why he always found it difficult to surpass Xue Han's level.

Because this man loves what he does.

For Xue Han, this is a dream he wants to enshrine for his whole life, so he can be obsessed with it and work tirelessly.

But for me, this is just a step to enter the special recruitment class of S University, and the hard study every day is just because of my compulsion to become No.1 and habitual perfectionism.

He didn't feel any joy in this process, but only the breathless anticipation that many people behind him gave him.

Chen Weiwan looked up at the starry sky, and replied mockingly: "Become a rich second generation worth over [-] million."