I attacked the god of learning

Why Jianxing bought this book... In fact, it still has to be traced back to the time yesterday when he felt that the textbook notes were similar to his own handwriting.

Although because of Cheng Xinglin's sentence "Science notes are by my side", Jian Xing ignored this matter for a while.

But he never let go of this matter in his heart.

In the evening, he went to the secret base ahead of time, and looked at the notebook again, comparing it with the diary on his side.

——Except for being a little more mature and a little bit vicissitudes.

Those words were clearly Jian Xing's own.

Although Jian Xing is not an expert in handwriting identification.

But he also knows to a certain extent that handwriting is subject to a person's growth experience and educational experience, and it can almost be said that each handwriting is unique.

Unless it is a deliberate imitation, it is almost impossible to be so similar.

And deliberately imitate...

Even if that person knows that Cheng Xinglin likes him, so he is going to imitate himself to pursue Cheng Xinglin, there is no need to imitate the font, right?

What will happen then...?

Last night, after Jian Xing closed his liberal arts notebook, he sat on the sofa and thought quietly for a while.

Perhaps it was the night that brought different inspirations, and Jian Xing suddenly had a bold idea that was almost impossible——

What if the "criminal book" is not the book of punishment and writing of punishment/law?

If it's... Jian Xing's job, what about uncle's uncle?

So the competitor who has never appeared, but has the same avatar and similar notes as him, could it be...

"My future self."

This idea is too wild, and Jian Xing himself feels that he is not particularly able to convince himself.

As a god of learning, the solution to difficult problems is to find reference books.

Jian Xing remembered that Hawking's book contained some time travel stuff.

So I couldn't wait for Jing/Dong, Dangdang, and went to Xinhua Bookstore early in the morning to find this book.

However, after seeing Cheng Xinglin, Jian Xing understood - now is not the time to get to the bottom of it.

His main task now is to help Cheng Xinglin pass the Qingbei class.

Cheng Xinglin didn't know that in less than 24 hours, he was about to lose his horse.

He just feels.

It's still a bit chilly in the morning in May, but the sun is already warm.

There are men and women who come out to play on the light rail. This time, he didn't come out to work alone, but mixed with Jian Xing in these crowds, and he had something to do together.

Just, very happy.

The two people and the people who go out to play are the light rail that sits in reverse.

Two stops to the light rail station near the school and walk to the school.

All schools are on holiday today, and the entire campus is completely silent.

The security guard was watching a TV series in the security booth at the gate, and when he saw two people coming over, he put down his phone.

"Morning, the senior year of high school is on holiday today, are you still here to study?" the security guard greeted them.

"Yes." Cheng Xinglin said, "Uncle, please help me open the door."

"No trouble." The security guard got up, "But there is a suitcase here, someone delivered it just now, the consignee is Jian Xing, you are Jian Xing, right?"

"Correct."

suitcase?

Cheng Xinglin saw the security guard go into his room and push an aluminum alloy suitcase out, Jian Xing confirmed the name tag on it, and then pushed it into his hand.

The security guard opened the door and let two people in.

Jian Xing pushed the suitcase and walked in side by side with Cheng Xinglin, without explaining to Cheng Xinglin what was inside the suitcase.

Cheng Xinglin glanced at the suitcase several times.

Jian Xing caught his movement and asked, "Do you want to know what's inside?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin nodded.

"I'll tell you if I guess it right?" Jian Xing smiled.

In fact, there is no difference between Jian Xing's sentence and "The last time I got such a great gift was the last time".

But Cheng Xinglin still guessed seriously.

"Any tips?"

"Is it related to today's tutoring?"

"Teaching materials?"

Cheng Xinglin thought about it - if this suitcase is full of teaching materials.

That was really heavy.

Compared with the May [-] harvest that the girl just gained, it is a lot more difficult.

Jian Xing shook his head: "No."

Jian Xing: "Now the questions can be found online, why should I buy so many teaching aids?"

Not Jiaofu?

So what else is related to today's tutoring?

Cheng Xinglin lost his train of thought in an instant.

But he noticed a detail, this suitcase is quite light, it is not difficult to push at all, and it makes a "gurgling" sound lightly on the concrete floor.

something so light...

what is it then?

When going upstairs, Cheng Xinglin specially helped Jian Xing move the suitcase.

As he expected, the suitcase was really light and could be lifted with one hand.

But this clue was not enough to support Cheng Xinglin to guess what was inside.

Cheng Xinglin pushed the suitcase to the secret base, and as soon as he entered, he looked at Jian Xing expectantly: "Can I open it?"

"Let me come." Jian Xing declined.

"Oh..." Cheng Xinglin let go of his hand pushing the luggage, hesitated for a while, "Then, do I need to avoid it?"

Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing couldn't help laughing, and asked, "What are you thinking about? You don't need to avoid it. You are not allowed to drive it because it is a bit troublesome to operate...Forget it, let me just open it for you to see."

Jian Xing put the suitcase down and quickly took out the contents.

Cheng Xinglin understood why Jian Xing didn't let him open it.

Because it is a compression bag inside.

You also need to get the air out to actually get the contents out.

Jian Xing took out the compression bag and let out the air.

Then, Morandi-colored pillows rolled out of the compression bag one by one, becoming round and round.

Jian Xing lifted the pillows, one in each hand, and threw the chubby pillows onto the wooden floor next to the sofa and coffee table.

In an instant, the chubby pillows rolled all over the wooden floor, making Jian Xing's minimalist classroom very warm.

Jian Xing took out two thin blankets from the suitcase and threw them on the sofa next to him.

After finishing all this, Jian Xing closed the suitcase, clapped his hands, got up and smiled and said to Cheng Xinglin: "I was thinking last night that I will stay here often in the future. Maybe it's better to decorate it warmly. Want something?"

"I don't need anything!"

Cheng Xinglin looked around at the soft and fat pillows, and said to Jian Xing, "I feel like I met a new senior today."

"Why do you say that?" Jian Xing was puzzled.

That is, how should I put it - these things that Jian Xing brought are really too complete, it must be how the room was arranged before.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the current appearance of the small room, and felt that time had flown back, back to the time when Jian Xing was preparing for the IMO trials.

It was still winter at that time, and outside was the biting cold wind and gloomy sky in Chongqing.

Inside, Jian Xing was surrounded by a pile of round pillows, sitting in the warm air, bowing his head and studying mathematics all day.

Just thinking about it like this made Cheng Xinglin feel soft in his heart.

Cheng Xinglin told Jian Xing his thoughts.

Jian Xing smiled, and said, "How should I put it..."

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing.

Jian Xing: "Actually, when I was preparing for the IMO trials, this room was the same as the first time you came to see it."

"It's because you're here that I don't want you to make do with me."

·

Jian Xing didn't feel that the room needed to be warm. There was a pair of students who participated in the student competition next door to make the room very cozy. It felt like a coffee shop. Jian Xing also felt that it was a waste of time.

but……

Think about it now.

Jian Xing also fully understood how they were feeling at that time.

Cheng Xinglin digested it for a while, and then he understood what Jian Xing meant when he said to him, "I don't want to let him go when he comes".

However, Jian Xing has already taken out a paper from his schoolbag and put it on the coffee table.

"Let's not waste time, let's make a set of test papers first?" Jian Xing said to Cheng Xinglin, "Although I analyzed your test paper yesterday, I am still not sure about your true level. Let me touch you with this set of test papers." Mathematical level, can you?"

"of course can!"

Cheng Xinglin hurried over to sit down, picked it up and took a look——

The structure of this paper is question, blank, question, blank.

There is no such simple set of papers on the market, so it is obvious that Jian Xing published them overnight.

"The amount of questions in this set of papers is a bit big, I'll give you three hours to finish it." Jian Xing took out a small alarm clock from his schoolbag and put it in front of Cheng Xinglin.

Before pressing the timing button, Jian Xing said again: "By the way, some of the above questions should be difficult, so don't be nervous if you can't do it. It's not about the test score, it's just about the level, is it okay?"

Cheng Xinglin understood that Jian Xing was here to relieve his psychological pressure.

When taking a math test, some people are not defeated by the thing of "can't", but by the thing of "I don't think I can".

Cheng Xinglin nodded, and was just about to start doing the papers.

But suddenly asked: "Senior, do you have any draft paper?"

"Yes." Jian Xing opened his HOBO diary on the desktop, opened a blank page, and said casually, "Let's write the draft on it—I ran out of A4 paper last night, and I will go to Teacher You's office later." Take some."

Feel a little strange? !

Why is Mr. You, by default, a rich man who has been plundered? ? ?

The point is not this, the point is——

This is a diary! !

The diary of the learning god that no one else can see! !

It is estimated that hundreds of diaries can be taken on Xian/Yu! !

Wouldn't it be too much to just take it and make a draft for yourself? ?

"Not good..." Cheng Xinglin silently pushed the diary away.

"It's okay, it's quite big, and it won't affect your thinking because the paper is too small." Jian Xing said.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin: "No... what I mean is, what kind of paper is this...it sounds expensive. It's too wasteful to use it to make drafts, isn't it?"

Bachuan paper is special paper.

He remembered that such a small notebook seemed to cost 500 yuan.

"No." Jian Xing just said lightly, "It won't be a waste to use it for you."

Cheng Xinglin still wanted to speak, but Jian Xing turned the timer and hovered his finger on the start button.

Cheng Xinglin instantly became nervous.

"Don't think so much, it's just a piece of paper, use it casually, it really doesn't matter." Jian Xing pressed the button, and said in a deep voice, "In any case, you won't be important anymore."

·

……

Going crazy! ! !

This affects writing math papers more than any psychological pressure! ! !

Cheng Xinglin originally thought it would be like this, but after reading a question, he calmed down and became more focused.

Cheng Xinglin grabbed a cushion and sat on the floor to write questions today.

Jian Xing was sitting on the sofa behind him, doing calculus while he was writing questions.

Compared with Cheng Xinglin's single-mindedness, today Jian Xing did not immediately fall into the embrace of calculus, but held a pen against his chin, staring at the back of Cheng Xinglin's neck in a daze.

The speed at which Cheng Xinglin entered the flow was so fast.

The so-called flow means that you are immersed in what you are doing at present, very focused, and nothing outside can affect you.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to enter this state, but Jian Xing discovered it when he and Cheng Xinglin were practicing the cultural festival program last time.

Cheng Xinglin entered the state of flow, almost as soon as he said it.

Cheng Xinglin really couldn't feel the outside world anymore.

He just lowered his head to do the questions. Some of the questions were based on junior high school knowledge, which were very simple and could be completed in three to five minutes. Some of the questions were learned recently, and Cheng Xinglin also had an impression.

Some are really difficult, but Jian Xing has given him a vaccination, and Cheng Xinglin doesn't worry too much.

In this way, one by one to do down, time flies.

Three hours almost passed in a flash. Cheng Xinglin had just written a question for the last question, and the timer rang.

Cheng Xinglin seemed to have been awakened by something. Just as he was about to put down his pen, he felt a hand press down on his shoulder blade through his T-shirt.

Jian Xing's slightly cold magnetic voice sounded behind him: "It's done, it's okay."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Jian Xing's hands were hot, which distracted Cheng Xinglin for a moment, but soon, he concentrated again and continued writing.

After more than 10 minutes, Cheng Xinglin finished writing the topic.

Just when he was about to turn his head, Jian Xing had already leaned over.

It was different from just touching Cheng Xinglin's shoulder blade with his palm.

This time, it was Jian Xing who leaned over and leaned on his left shoulder blade.

Jian Xing looked at Cheng Xinglin's paper over Cheng Xinglin's shoulder, and his warm breath floated on the side of Cheng Xinglin's face.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

If it wasn't for Jian Xing's hand not reaching out, this would be a hug from behind.

As if to echo Cheng Xinglin's inner thoughts, Jian Xing stretched out his right hand over Cheng Xinglin's right shoulder, picked up the paper, and turned a page.

Now, it's completely one, standard...

backhug it.

·

Cheng Xinglin is not well.

That is, just review the papers, backhug, will it be too much! ! !

He won't be the first person in history whose heart beats violently after taking a math test, right? ?

will not.

Because the back hug didn't last long.

Jian Xing's action was to turn the paper, he withdrew his hand after turning the page, and just continued to read the questions Cheng Xinglin had done.

In less than 5 minutes, after reading the entire paper, Jian Xing stood up and smiled: "Actually, you did a pretty good job. If this set of papers is converted to 150 points, you should have scored a hundred."

It doesn't matter if it's less than a hundred.

Cheng Xinglin was just shocked: "Senior, you just finished reading???"

Jian Xing: "Otherwise, do I need to watch this for a long time?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

We humans have to watch for a long time, and how long you gods have to watch, then I don’t know.

Jian Xing said again: "Actually, your foundation is not very bad. I know where to start. Now have lunch and sleep."

According to international practice, Jian Xing had already prepared lunch.

But taking a nap, Cheng Xinglin didn't think it was necessary.

Although there are blankets, sofas, and crowded pillows here.

There is a kind of good sleep everywhere.

And Cheng Xinglin really felt that his head was a little dazed.

But rubbing his eyes, he still said: "How about continuing to learn..."

"Struggling to study at noon will not improve efficiency." Jian Xing interrupted him, "Waking up after sleeping will not affect the progress."

Jian Xing said seriously: "You can trust me."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

He definitely believed in Jian Xing, always believed, especially that kind.

Cheng Xinglin hugged the blanket and slowly lay down on the sofa.

Before falling asleep, he took the small timer and asked, "Senior, how long has my alarm clock been set for?"

Jian Xing took the small alarm clock from Cheng Xinglin's hand and put it back on the coffee table: "No need to set the alarm clock, I'll call you later."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

After he lived alone, it had been a long time since he had been treated like this.

At noon, the sun made the air hot, and the wind squeezed into the windows was full of heat.

But this slightly hot feeling makes people feel drowsy.

Cheng Xinglin hugged the blanket and fell asleep not long after.

He felt that he had slept for a long time before he heard Jian Xing's soft voice: "Cheng Xinglin, wake up."

The shout was very soft, but Cheng Xinglin heard it immediately.

He slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Jian Xing sitting under the rotating ceiling fan, wearing glasses and holding a book in his hand.

Jian Xing sat on the ground with his head only slightly higher than him.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Xinglin's heart beat wildly.

He suddenly felt that if he confessed his love again now, Jian Xing would definitely... agree.

"Senior." Cheng Xinglin called Jian Xing.

Jian Xing slowly turned his head and asked, "Huh?"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

It's hard to get so close with senior now.

Cheng Xinglin didn't dare to speak, and whispered, "It's nothing..."

·

"Why are you hesitating, just say what you want." Jian Xing frowned.

"It's really nothing." Cheng Xinglin got up and lifted the blanket, "I just wanted to ask you what to study in the afternoon, but it seems that I should arrange it myself-I will study comprehensive literature in the afternoon, is that okay?"

"From one o'clock to 03:30, you can study comprehensive literature, and then leave it to me for an hour and a half, and I will explain mathematics to you."

"it is good."

Seeing Cheng Xinglin responding so readily, Jian Xing smiled and handed Cheng Xinglin a wet wipe and a liberal arts notebook.

Cheng Xinglin wiped his face with a wet towel to regain consciousness, then sat in the pile of pillows and worked hard on the essay.

Cheng Xinglin's arrangement is very scientific and reasonable.

Do a liberal arts subject to change your mind, and then take a math class. After alternating thinking, you can absorb mathematics faster.

Of course, it may be that Jian Xing is really good at teaching.

Although the time was very tight, Jian Xing was not in a hurry to let Cheng Xinglin solve the sea tactics, but slowly told Cheng Xinglin the story of mathematicians and these formulas.

Then take Cheng Xinglin to try to deduce the process of formula establishment step by step.

After the formula is deduced, let Cheng Xinglin do it first and then analyze it with sample questions of typical question types.

In this way, although a knowledge point was explained very slowly, Cheng Xinglin fully understood the ins and outs, and also had some ideas on how to change the formula into the topic.

The most important thing is that Cheng Xinglin will absorb some problem-solving thinking of mathematicians in this process.

This is helpful for big questions.

An hour and a half passed quickly.

Soon, it was five o'clock, and Jian Xing stopped engaging in fatigue tactics and continued to give lectures, but took out a laptop from his schoolbag.

"..." Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing's schoolbag, hesitant to speak.

After a while, he said: "Senior, I don't know if I should say something or not."

Jian Xing smiled: "You tell me."

Cheng Xinglin: "Senior, although it's a bit disrespectful to say so, I always feel... Are you Doraemon 21st Century Fenmeng?"

In the past, Cheng Xinglin would not joke with Jian Xing like this.

But now, he seems to let himself go a little more than before.

Jian Xing thought he was very cute, and nodded: "Yes, Doraemon passed on his disciples personally, and the Ouchi secret method is passed on from male to female."

Cheng Xinglin almost died laughing.

Cheng Xinglin was curious again: "Then what else is in your bag?"

Jian Xing: "..."

Without him.

A Brief History of Time purchased with skepticism.

Jian Xing touched his schoolbag and took out a mouse: "And this."

Jian Xing explained: "Didn't I say yesterday that I would take you and my friends to play today? I went back to check at night, and now Internet cafes require ID cards to log in to the computer. Obviously we..."

Not yet grown up.

There is no way to go to an Internet cafe.

But Jian Xing was still thinking about his agreement with Cheng Xinglin, so he brought his computer.

In addition to the existing one, two people can play games.

Hearing that he was going to meet "Jian Xing's friend", Cheng Xinglin couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Although Cheng Xinglin had met two of his friends sporadically, it seemed that this time it would be a gathering of a large number of friends.

But... Jian Xing's friend should be a friendly person...?

He also tried not to embarrass Jian Xing.

Cheng Xinglin pretended to be calm and watched as Jian Xing started the computer for him and connected to Stea and YY Voice.

As soon as Cheng Xinglin walked into Jian Xing's room, he was hung up with a yellow vest, and then carried into a room called "Dragon Bed".

As soon as he entered, he heard everyone's noisy welcome.

"Xiao Lin Xiao Lin, I have long admired your name!"

"Xiao Lin Xiao Lin, warm welcome!"

"Warmly welcome Xiaolin to join our human beings' crushing defeat chat group, let's go hand in hand and make human beings crushing defeats together!"

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Not just friendly, it was warm a little too much.

Cheng Xinglin didn't even know how to say hello.

There are also people who are familiar with Cheng Xinglin on the YY channel. Sister Ya read Cheng Xinglin's embarrassment from the fact that he didn't turn on the microphone very much, and came out and said: "Xiao Lin, this group of people is somewhat crazy, don't be nervous——Jian Xueshen , what are you playing today?"

Sister Ya naturally brought the topic to the game, avoiding the embarrassment caused by over-enthusiasm from spreading.

Cheng Xinglin was very grateful, and listened attentively to what Jian Xing arranged to play.

He is not familiar with Stea, so many people can play together, basically it is some kind of human failure, famine and so on.

Jian Xing smiled: "Let's play a game that you have been thinking about for a long time."

"What is what."

Jian Xing: "DDraeork."

YY channel owner: "..."

All of a sudden, the channel that was so lively that it turned to Yingtian was extremely quiet.

After a long time, Sister Ya came out and said, "You're not serious, are you?"

"Brother." The first one to jump out and say Xiaolin Xiaolin just now, Lin Dong, who had long admired his name, also collapsed, "Are you serious??? Are you sure you want to play this game???"

DDraeork, to put it simply, is a game in which players operate characters to overcome obstacles and reach the end.

There are many ways to operate this game, and the map is also very interesting. Everyone can play multiplayer cooperative projects.

But when he said it, everyone was scared to death, because the operation of this game was super, super, and difficult!

It is extremely unfriendly to novices. If you are not careful, you may fall into any inexplicable septic tank and you will not be able to fish it out.

When they searched for this game back then, they also formed a group to play, and then...then there was no more.

"God Jane, I'm afraid you overestimated our ability." Lin Dong said.

"Don't you guys want to play?" Jian Xing just asked.

If you want to play, you must want to play, after all, it is very interesting.

but--

Lin Dong: "In the world of adults, there is no thinking or not, only whether you can, it is indeed beyond your power, Jane is so great!!!"

"You guys can't do it, but our Xiaolin can do it." Jian Xing smiled, "Go to Steam, and finish the game you want to play today."

No wonder Jian Xing is so arrogant! !

It turns out that foreign aid has been found! !

But everyone has really been greedy for this game for a long time, and will immediately log into the game on steam.

Jian Xing logged into the game, and while waiting, turned off the YY voice.

After confirming that Cheng Xinglin's microphone was also turned off, Jian Xing explained: "This group of people is somewhat arrogant. If it is not someone they admire, they will always show friendliness and will not treat you as their own."

"Fill their vigor." Jian Xing said, "Carry the audience, Cheng Xinglin."