I attacked the god of learning

Jian Xing took out the book and stood on the tree-lined road, holding milk tea in his left hand and flipping through the book with his right.

This is a science note.

At the front is the mind map and catalog index of the three subjects.

The mind maps of the three subjects are organized in a very detailed and professional manner, even for people like Jian Xing who have never been in contact with liberal arts subjects, they can understand them at a glance.

And the detailed notes in the back not only summarize the knowledge points, but also attach a QR code, scan it, and you can see the topics related to the knowledge points.

In addition, at the end of the notebook, there is also a template for answering the subjective questions of the three subjects with a complete summary.

This is a very useful set of notebooks.

The person who wrote this note is a very meticulous person, and Jian Xing can see that he has even grasped the amount of notes after flipping through it.

Although the number of notes is not small, it is still enough to be mastered in fifteen days.

Jian Xing held this notebook, with a slight smile on his face - less than two classes ago, he said that he would challenge the Qingbei class.

After two classes, he had already found such a suitable textbook.

The person he likes... is really amazing.

Jian Xing praised Cheng Xinglin in his heart, and was just about to put the notebook back.

But the moment he was about to put the notebook back, a string came out of nowhere in Jian Xing's head and rang.

It seemed to remind him that something was wrong.

Jian Xing frowned, and pulled out the notebook again.

Checking the entire note structure again, Jian Xing didn't see anything wrong.

Or is it the content...?

But Jian Xing can't judge whether the content is good or bad, so he can only entrust it to a certain liberal arts classmate...

Wait, what about the handwriting for writing notes...?

Jian Xing looked at the notebook for the second time, and finally jumped out of the scrutiny of the content, and had time to focus on other places.

Then he realized that this word was really familiar to him.

This kind of familiarity means that he seems to see this handwriting every day.

But suddenly he was asked to tell where the handwriting belonged, and Jian Xing... couldn't tell.

Jian Xing was about to delve into it, but he heard the girls passing by who deliberately lowered their discussions——

"Hey, look, look, why is God Jane in a daze under the tree?"

"Do you have any culture? Is this a daze? This is learning! They are all like this in competition classes, and you can learn it anywhere!"

Jian Xing: "..."

In order to prevent the competition class from being harmed, Jian Xing put away his notebook and walked towards their secret base with milk tea.

·

Hearing the sound of Jian Xing opening the door, Cheng Xinglin almost jumped up.

If he was a cat, all the fur on his back would be standing up by now.

Cheng Xinglin grabbed the signature pen in his hand, his knuckles turned white.

He stared nervously at Jian Xing, watched Jian Xing come in, walked to his side, swallowed, and didn't dare to speak.

How dare he speak? ? ?

"What's wrong?" Jian Xing put down the milk tea and asked, "Look at me like that."

"No, no, it's just senior, why have you been out for so long?"

"Oh." Jian Xing sat down and brought Cheng Xinglin milk tea, "It's nothing, I just saw the notes in your milk tea takeaway and studied it."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Jian Xing read the notes and did some research? ? ?

"On the content." Cheng Xinglin asked politely, "Senior, don't you think there is any problem?"

"Content?" Jian Xing frowned, "I can't understand the content either—but Miao Xiaoxiao is in the class next to ours, and I can take it to her later. Don't worry."

Cheng Xinglin: "..." He wasn't worried about this.

So... did you really find out that something was wrong?

Is the handwriting not the same? ? ?

Jian Xing obviously didn't take this note seriously.

While talking, he took out a cup of succulent grapes and put it in front of Cheng Xinglin.

Then I went to touch the inside of the pocket again, and then touched——nothing was touched.

In his pocket was a single cup of succulent grapes.

Other than that is a lonely notebook.

I don't know if Jian Xing is careless, but he could vaguely see a kind of rejection from this tea book.

Of course, it definitely wasn't Cheng Xinglin's intention to push him away, but...

It is also difficult for Jian Xing to explain why he feels this way.

Jian Xing then took out the notebook from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Xinglin.

Then he asked Cheng Xinglin: "Is your plan finalized? Is there any difficulty, do you need me to help you?"

"No, no, no!" Cheng Xinglin still has the character of calming down when he talks about business. He took out the paper he had written just now, "I've already made a decision, senior, please listen to me. If it's not suitable, you can give it to me." May I point it out?"

"It's not pointing out." Jian Xing said, "It's just a discussion—you talk about it first."

"It's like this. We don't have any sub-subjects yet, so the total score is 1050." Cheng Xinglin said, "With this total score, my score in the last monthly exam was..."

"716 points." Jian Xing answered naturally.

"Yes." Cheng Xinglin nodded, and then pointed to a string of data on the draft paper, "Then, the distribution of my grades in each subject is like this."

Mathematics 90 points, Chinese 112, English 109, all three major subjects have passed, Chinese and English are still above average.

Liberal arts is also okay, politics 75, history 77, geography 75.

The science subjects were even worse. I just failed in physics, with only 50 points, 64 points in chemistry, and 60 points in biology.

"This result..." Cheng Xinglin was a little embarrassed, "To be honest, it's a bit poor. I didn't get the line of the parallel class."

The classes in their school are divided into four grades, encouraging progress classes, and class 27 belongs to this category.

Then there are parallel classes, key classes, and Qingbei classes.

Among them, the parallel class is deduced according to Jian Xing's model, and the next score line should be up to 750 points.

Cheng Xinglin was still 34 points short of this score.

As for the score line of the key class, according to simple deduction, it is 790 points, and if it is very safe, it is [-] points.

Cheng Xinglin had to improve by 84 points within half a month before he could get the final qualification paper for taking the Qingbei class placement test.

When Cheng Xinglin just calculated this score, he simply had no FUCK to say, and just wanted to play "The Road to Shu" for himself.

However, he still bit the bullet and analyzed his own strengths and weaknesses, and finally decided that the focus of his score improvement this time would be on English.

"English is easier to score. I can get 112 in the test, which means that my grammar foundation should be fine." Cheng Xinglin said, "But my vocabulary foundation is not good."

"But this is the best solution." Cheng Xinglin said, "I just need to finish the 3000 words for the college entrance examination within fifteen days."

"Yes." Jian Xing agreed, "There are many practices that prove that words should be memorized in a short period of time. This method works."

Jian Xing just said this lightly, but Cheng Xinglin felt that he was encouraged.

He went on to say: "Then there is Chinese, I think I should be able to improve it by about [-] points? The rest is science and comprehensive. I will try to improve my total score by about [-] points."

"I've improved the comprehensive literature by 20 points, so adding up, it should be almost the same."

about there?

Jian Xing didn't even need to do the math in his head, he only needed to listen to it once, and he knew that Cheng Xinglin was still thirty minutes away from reaching the [-] line.

Where to go after these thirty minutes.

Jian Xing glanced at Cheng Xinglin - just now, he missed a subject and didn't say anything.

Not only did Cheng Xinglin not say anything, he didn't write that subject on the paper either.

Confidently finished talking to Jian Xing about the score improvement items of the other subjects, Cheng Xinglin was a little timid when he thought of the only subject he didn't mention.

He even said boldly just now that he would definitely rely on himself.

You can't rely on Jian Xing for everything.

Now again...

Cheng Xinglin's pen drew a long tail on the paper where he wrote and drew.

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Jian Xing, and said, "It's just... it's still thirty points away. I want to catch up with mathematics for this point."

Cheng Xinglin spoke nervously - he was still not used to asking others for help.

He opened his mouth nervously a few times, but in the end nothing came out.

Jian Xing sat there quietly, waiting for him to speak.

The next moment, Jian Xing felt the back of his hand being held down by Cheng Xinglin's palm - but, there was a little hard thing between the palm and the back of the hand.

Cheng Xinglin withdrew his palm.

That is a candy.

The strawberry candy that Jian Xing gave Cheng Xinglin before.

"But math... is really difficult." Cheng Xinglin stared at Jian Xing, "Senior, save me..."

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing felt that he was not well. He stared at Cheng Xinglin's opening and closing lips, and his only thought was - if he kissed it, it must be very soft.

After living for so many years, this was the first time he had this urge.

Jian Xing lowered his head and peeled the candy to resist his urge. The next moment, he put the candy into the mouth of the waiting Cheng Xinglin.

As he wished, Jian Xing's fingertips touched Cheng Xinglin's lips.

Satisfied, Jian Xing smiled and said, "Mathematics is not difficult."

Jian Xing: "With me here, it's not difficult at all."

·

This sentence is not a big talk, after all what Cheng Xinglin wants is not to raise the score from 60 to 120, but to raise the score from 90 to 120.

In fact, it can't be called a qualitative leap. It only needs to consolidate the foundation and it can be done.

There is very little content in high school mathematics, and this exam only takes the content of the first year of high school to make the content that is already little less.

Jian Xing is very confident that he can help Cheng Xinglin be arrested.

The only problem is Jian Xing's study progress.

He has to learn high school mathematics content, and also how to teach Xinglin.

After years of training, Jian Xing has a very complete mathematical system.

But learning by yourself is one thing, and tutorial Xinglin is another.

How to teach and how to effectively use these fifteen days, Jian Xing needs to make good arrangements.

While looking up information on the computer, Jian Xing kept all kinds of mathematics reference books and white paper at hand, and read them at any time, writing and drawing.

Jian Xing was writing and drawing on the desk, while Cheng Xinglin sat on the floor and flipped through the liberal arts notes that Jian Xing gave him in the future.

Then, Cheng Xinglin had to sigh with emotion—whether it was the current Jian Xing or the future Jian Xing, they were really too strong.

This note system is complete and practical.

After Cheng Xinglin studied a few pages, he could appreciate the beauty of this note.

Cheng Xinglin wanted to draw a mind map by himself.

So I put the running script notes a little farther away, took a piece of paper, and lowered my head to outline the mind map.

Jian Xing sorted out the thoughts of the first part, and when he looked up, he saw Cheng Xinglin lowering his head and seriously drawing.

Just as the corners of Jian Xing's lips curved, his smile suddenly froze, revealing a hesitant expression.

Jian Xing saw—the textbook notes were placed not far from Cheng Xinglin, and the footer was blown up by the wind.

The wind outside was a bit strong, and when the footer blew up, I flipped through several pages of the notebook.

The words on it scurry around like wild bees flying, and the specific content is not clear at all.

but……

Jian Xing looked at the draft paper in his hand.

In order to pursue smooth thinking, the handwriting on his draft paper was also incomprehensible cursive.

But it's the wild grass that can't look like this, and the writing that can't be seen clearly when it dances.

But it seems to be tightly locked together by some invisible chain.

Huge resemblance.

An inescapable resemblance.

A lot of things that are wrong and details are connected in series in Jian Xing's head.

Jian Xing discovered that although the handwriting was slightly mature, the details were a little different.

But, why... like his words?

Did he write any liberal arts notes for Cheng Xinglin?

Jian Xing frowned, he thought for a while, and suddenly called out: "Xiao Lin."

"Here it is." Cheng Xinglin looked up.

"Is this note given to you by the punishment book?"

·

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

good very good! !

He knew that it was not too late for something like a car rollover.

But Cheng Xinglin still bit the bullet and asked: "Senior, why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing." Jian Xing said, "It just suddenly occurred to me that I haven't talked about this person for a long time-it seems that he was involved in all your affairs before."

But half a month ago, he seemed to have said something.

After that, they never talked about this "penalty book" again.

But this time, when Cheng Xinglin raised his grades, could it be that the punishment book really ignored it?

Seeing Cheng Xinglin's wonderful expression, Jian Xing understood what was going on.

This notebook was obviously given by the criminal book.

No wonder there is only one cup of succulent grapes.

No wonder he felt that kind of inexplicable exclusion.

It all makes sense.

"But..." Jian Xing was a little strange, "Why did Xingshu only give you a notebook for the liberal arts? There is no possibility at all to complete this score improvement by relying on the liberal arts..."

Why only give him liberal arts notes?

Cheng Xinglin was also taken aback when he heard this question.

But after a while, Cheng Xinglin thought of the reason.

"Science Notes." Cheng Xinglin whispered, "Aren't you always by my side...?"

·

Not surprisingly, Cheng Xinglin blushed after speaking.

Jian Xing's fingertips were also red.

But fortunately, there is still something to save this awkward atmosphere. The last time to save this awkward atmosphere was Angus Thick Niubao.

This time it was Jian Xing's alarm clock.

They still have classes in the afternoon, so before coming in, Jane set the alarm clock to remind them to go back to the classroom.

Class is the top priority, so the two said goodbye, and then went back to the classroom separately.

Cheng Xinglin didn't heave a sigh of relief until he sat back in his seat - but he always felt that as long as he lived long enough, he would be able to see the scene of two Jian Xing fighting each other.

After Cheng Xinglin breathed a sigh of relief, Shen Xin devoted himself to the afternoon's study.

There was no class content in the evening self-study, so the two spent the night in the secret base.

But it didn't officially start making up classes.

In fact, Jian Xing has never studied high school mathematics, so he doesn't know what the system is like.

But with the syllabus in hand, it's not too difficult after flipping through it and making a list of logic.

It just takes time to do it.

Today is a night of self-study time, plus staying up all night, Jian Xing feels about the same.

The two of them studied by themselves until 10:30. Before leaving, Jian Xing said to Cheng Xinglin, "Come here for self-study tomorrow at nine in the morning. Do you think it's okay?"

Cheng Xinglin was slightly surprised: "...Huh?"

"Have you made any arrangements?" Jian Xing asked immediately.

"No, no." Cheng Xinglin shook his head, "I don't have any arrangements, what arrangements can I make, but seniors, it's the May Day holiday, don't you and your friends...don't get together?"

After getting along for this period of time, Cheng Xinglin can actually feel that Jian Xing has a huge social circle.

On-campus, off-campus.

It's just that recently, in order to accompany him, Jian Xing has no time to socialize with friends at all.

If even May Day is dedicated to him...

Cheng Xinglin felt it.

I don't have such a big face.

After listening to what Cheng Xinglin said, Jian Xing also fell into thinking.

After a while, he nodded in agreement: "You're right, it's May Day after all, and we still have to get together."

That's right!

It's his fault that he can't go out to read and play at night with lights on on May Day, and Jian Xing must not be dragged into the same situation.

Cheng Xinglin was nodding along with Jian Xing, when he heard him ask: "So school bully, which Internet cafe outside are you familiar with?"

"……what?"

"Find one you like, next steam, let me introduce you to my other friends?"

·

After Jian Xing finished speaking, Cheng Xinglin didn't have a chance to refute.

Just leave a sentence: "If you don't like Internet cafes, I will bring you a laptop and play with you."

Then, without any explanation, they decided to meet at the secret base of the hotel the next day, and sent Cheng Xinglin home.

It is not too early to start studying at nine o'clock.

But their plan for the next day was to study all day, so Cheng Xinglin didn't raise any objections to this time.

But the next day, Cheng Xinglin got up at six o'clock, took the earliest light rail, and got off at the street where he bought clothes last time.

At the end of that street, there is a five-story Xinhua Bookstore.

Last night, Cheng Xinglin searched for teaching aids on the Internet and found a few more. He made a list of all the teaching aids he thought were acceptable and then bought them slowly.

Today I mainly came to find a suitable random word book.

Before Cheng Xing got on the light rail, he bought a peach and plum bread at the canteen, and didn't start eating until he reached the entrance of the Xinhua Bookstore.

After three or five mouthfuls of bread, Cheng Xing stepped into the Xinhua Bookstore.

Xinhua Bookstores all over the country are the same, no matter how many floors there are, Jiaofu must occupy one floor.

It is still the most important and convenient floor.

Selling books is hard selling books.

Only relying on coffee, children's toys and teaching aids to support it will not fall like this.

Cheng Xinglin hadn't been to this kind of place since he entered high school, and it took him a while to find a high school teaching assistant.

As soon as he walked to the high school teaching area, he heard a quarrel.

"How about going to Happy Valley?? Is this Happy Valley??" A girl who looked about his age was arguing with a middle-aged man next to him, "I said why did you drive out, just to The trunk can hold a full set of Five Threes, right?!"

The middle-aged man was not angry when he was quarreled: "Oh, can you feel the weight of knowledge while playing? Look at the purple color of May [-]rd, don't you think it is very noble?"

"I'm noble, I'm tall—" the girl went crazy, "Then why don't you say that the blue of Tianli is still the noble Klein blue???"

"Do you want to make Tianli 38 sets?" The man was ecstatic, "Buy, you can buy anything!"

Girl: "..."

The man was just making a joke, and then began to coax her with nice words, why buy ten extra-curricular books to combine work and rest, and ride ten roller coasters with her after going to Happy Valley.

Seriously, a silly father who has no bottom line or principles.

Finally, the girl was coaxed by her father to pay the money.

After watching this farce, Cheng Xinglin lowered his head and smiled, thinking it was interesting but also a little lonely.

his father...

Hey, forget it.

After all, he wasn't alone anymore.

He also has Jian Xing's secret base waiting for him at the school, and Jian Xing's notebook in the future.

Isn't that much more advanced than the noble purple?

Cheng Xinglin touched his stomach, comforting himself with this secretive behavior.

Then prepare to look back for the word book out of order.

Cheng Xinglin just turned his head, and saw a smiling face - not a real person's smiling face.

It's a hand-painted smiley face on a baseball cap.

This smiling face also comes from Happy Valley, the one drawn by Jian Xing himself half a month ago.

The owner of the smiling face picked up the hat and put the smiling face cap on Cheng Xinglin's head.

Then he put another word book in Cheng Xinglin's hand.

"Smile." Jian Xing said, "This book is yours."

·

"Senior, I..." Cheng Xinglin was a little at a loss as he held the vocabulary book.

"Don't envy them." Jian Xing said with a smile, "The math problem you will do later will be more difficult than Wusan and Tianli combined. It will definitely make you feel the weight of knowledge."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Should he feel happy, or happy, or happy?

"However, it is estimated that there will be no time to go to Happy Valley this May Day." Jian Xing said.

"I don't want to play." Cheng Xinglin followed Jian Xing, "I only want to study."

"Universal Studios is about to open, I'll take you there when I have a chance."

"it is good."

Cheng Xing was walking beside Jian Xing, feeling full of happiness.

Every time, every time he was unhappy, Jian Xing showed up, and he didn't fail.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know why Jianxing knew that he was coming to Xinhua Bookstore today.

Normally speaking, there is a bookstall opposite their school, and Cheng Xinglin can go there to buy books.

in fact……

Jian Xing really didn't know that he was coming to Xinhua Bookstore.

This time, it was indeed a pure chance encounter.

Jian Xing came to Xinhua Bookstore so early to find a book.

This book is related to teaching aids, but has nothing to do with physics.

That book is now lying in Jianxing's schoolbag.

Follow Jian Xing's walking posture up and down.

But just now Jian Xing didn't zip up his own zipper.

Light from outside fell on the spine of the book, revealing the writing.

By Stephen Hawking.

"Brief History of Time".