My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

Jiang Huang was stunned.

In his cognition, Continuous Mapping has always been a slow and conservative person, and has never taken the initiative to approach him.

"Brother," Jiang Huang said cautiously, "Didn't your account be hacked?"

Shen Xingyi didn't expect Jiang Huang to say such a sentence at this time, and after a pause, he said, "No."

Jiang Huang let out an "oh", and didn't know what to say for a few seconds.

Or continuous mapping ask him when he has time.

"I'll have it right away!" Jiang Huang said immediately, only after he finished speaking did he realize that he seemed a little too reserved.

The continuous mapping didn't laugh at him, but seriously mentioned the name of a French restaurant.

Jiang Huang had heard about that restaurant, which was located near the busiest business district in the city center, and it often appeared in the recommendation lists of major food bloggers.

He didn't want continuous mapping to be too costly: "Will this be expensive?"

"Don't worry about money." Continuous Mapping said lightly.

Jiang Huang gave a "hmm" and saw that the continuous mapping made an appointment with him, and then said that he would wait for him at the door of the restaurant.

The next few days Jiang Huang lived like a dream. He felt that the matter of Continuous Mapping asking him to meet him was too good to be true. He had lived for more than twenty years, and he had never had such a wish come true.

This is simply the big koi opening the door for the little koi, and the koi has arrived home.

Jiang Huang, who felt that he had become a koi carp, picked up the habit of buying lottery tickets again, hoping to win a big prize before his good luck passed, so that he would no longer have to rely on surrendering to his father to obtain a source of income in the future.

This day, besides buying lottery tickets, he bought another scratch-off lottery. Unexpectedly, he won 100 yuan as soon as he scratched it. Wechat change, and kindly asked: "Young man, do you still have money to go home by car?"

Jiang Huang stood up from the lottery with his head downcast, his eyes fixed on the ground, deeply regretting that he had just fallen into the greedy consumption trap.

He didn't pay attention to the person in front of him, and he bumped into a person's chest after only a few steps.

The other party walked very steadily, and was not knocked back by him. Instead, he held his elbow with one hand and reminded: "Be careful."

The familiar voice made Jiang Huang stiff. He raised his head and met Shen Xingyi's gaze.

Enemy road is narrow.

"Jiang Huang?" Shen Xing glanced at the lottery station behind the child, and there was a hint of amusement in his voice, "You buy a lottery ticket?"

Jiang Huang couldn't see how the rich second generation despised the hard work of the working people to get rich, so he replied angrily: "It's none of your business whether I buy lottery tickets or not—let go of me first."

Shen Xingyi didn't let go, but said calmly, "Do you want me to calculate for you the probability of winning the lottery?"

Jiang Huang hesitated for a moment: "...you still count this?"

Shen Xingyi lowered his head and looked at him: "If you bought a two-color ball, you need seven numbers that match the lottery numbers to win the jackpot. The red ball is 33 to choose six, and the blue ball is [-] to choose one. Use n to represent all numbers. The possibility of combination, use m to represent the combination of winning numbers, the probability of your winning is m to n, and m is known to be equal to one, then the probability p is one in n, will you calculate how much n is?"

Jiang Huang was dumbfounded: "How much?"

Shen Xingyi laughed aloud, held up Jiang Huang's hand, and casually wrote on his palm with his fingertips. He first wrote a C, and wrote the numbers 33 and 6 in the lower right corner and upper right corner respectively, and then wrote After making a C, the corresponding numbers became 16 and 1, and whispered, "This is the number."

A sense of numbness flowed through Jiang Huang's palm along the place where his fingertips passed, and Jiang Huang became uncomfortable, and he pulled his hand away from Shen Xingyi.

Shen Xing raised his eyebrows: "Can you figure it out?"

Naturally, Jiang Huang couldn't figure it out, so he muttered, "Just say what you say, don't talk about pulling it down."

Shen Xingyi told him, "About one in 700 million."

Although Jiang Huang was shocked by this astronomical figure, he still insisted: "Then if I buy all possible combinations, I will definitely win the prize?"

"Yes," Shen Xing nodded, "but it will cost about 400 million to buy all possible number combinations, and your bonus—"

He looked down at the boy in front of him with a smile in his eyes: "Only 500 million."

Jiang Huang suddenly discovered that mathematics is actually quite useful, at least it can make him realize the fact that hardworking in buying lottery tickets may not necessarily make him rich.

"So are you actually doing charity, kid?" Shen Xing asked Jiang Huang slowly.

Jiang Huang was so choked that he couldn't speak. Once it involved the field of mathematics, his rhetoric became aimless.

Shen Xing bent his knuckles and tapped his shoulder: "Go back and study hard, learn all advanced mathematics, don't always think about these crooked ways."

Jiang Huang glared at him angrily, turned around and walked away at a pace that his relatives did not recognize.

In the evening, Jiang Huang told the continuous mapping about this matter, and complained after the lecture: "I am most annoyed by this kind of people who make learning mathematics as simple as drinking cold water."

"Maybe for your teaching assistants, learning mathematics is really that simple." Continuous Mapping commented objectively.

Jiang Huang thought that the continuous mapping should be such a person, and quickly changed his words: "Actually, I don't hate this kind of person, I just hate Shen Xingyi."

He didn't know why, after saying this sentence, the name of the continuous mapping changed to "the other party is typing", but he didn't send a message for a long time, as if he was hesitating to speak.

Jiang Huang didn't want the topic to stay on Shen Xingyi: "Brother, let me read you something new today, okay?"

"What?" As soon as Shen Xing heard Jiang Huang say "new things", he suddenly had some bad premonitions.

Sure enough, Jiang Huang cleared his throat and said emotionally, "Brother, I'm infusion, I miss your night."

Shen Xingyi was choked up by the child's sudden greasy speech: "...It's not about missing me at night, it's about writing your high math homework."

"Brother, don't interrupt me, can you?" Jiang Huang continued to read according to the earthy love words found on the webpage, "Falling leaves return to their roots, and I belong to you."

Shen Xing was silent for a moment, and said, "Why don't you go back to your roots, I don't really want it."

He said this not only as a joke with Jiang Huang, but also because he did not want to accept Jiang Huang's overtures simply as a continuous mapping.

Shen Xing could see that the child liked himself as a continuous reflection, but he didn't want the child to only like continuous reflections.

Continuous Mapping and Shen Xingyi are the same person, he can't deceive Jiang Huang's feelings.

Jiang Huang didn't know that the person across the screen was his senior math assistant Shen Xingyi, and he didn't know that the other person was going through very complicated psychological activities at the moment, so he deliberately lowered his voice and asked with a smile: "Brother, are you playing hard to get?" Is it?"