I attacked the god of learning

Cheng Xinglin was apprehensive, but at the same time noticed that Jian Xing didn't seem to be wearing glasses today.

So, as Jian Xing got closer and closer, he finally saw clearly that Cheng Xinglin was standing there.

He didn't hold back directly, showing a smile.

This smile was very sincere and the sun was so bright that the surrounding onlookers were all shocked.

Seeing this smile, Cheng Xinglin's heart beat faster and faster. When Jane walked in front of him, he couldn't wait to ask: "Senior, you are smiling so happily, am I..."

Crossed the line?

"Yes." Jian Xing understood his subtext and nodded, "I'll make a list, you can see for yourself."

As he said that, Jian Xing took the printing paper and squeezed in from the separated crowd, and began to post the lists one by one.

When Jane walked in, the cultural and entertainment committee member gave Cheng Xinglin a hand and dragged him into the bottom of the bulletin board.

Jian Xing started posting the high scores. The first thing that appeared was the golden Qingbei class score line, and after posting two more, Cheng Xinglin saw his name.

——The red key class line has not come out, which means that he not only passed the line properly, but even exceeded the score!

"Mathematics 125, Chinese 110, English 128, Physics 65, Chemistry 72, Biology 65, Politics 85, History 85, Geography 80, the total score is 815-fuck, this time the line is 801!!! You exceeded the whole score Fourteen points!!"

The cultural and entertainment committee member was so excited that she almost pinched Cheng Xinglin with her nails, but fortunately she stopped and pinched herself instead.

But it doesn't prevent her from turning into a screaming chicken, and the whole person is excited.

Fourteen points, what is the concept of fourteen points! !

One score in this kind of exam will eliminate five or six people. Below this score, Cheng Xinglin has stepped down at least one class.

The entertainment committee seemed to directly take Cheng Xinglin's share of excitement.

Cheng Xinglin looked at the score and felt very satisfied, but on the surface he remained calm and calm.

So calm - he keenly grasped the moment when the mobile phone next to him snapped a photo.

Cheng Xinglin turned his head, and it was not someone else who saw that the notification tone was not turned off, but his old enemy, the chairman of the student union, and classmate Xin Zhuo.

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin glanced at Xin Zhuo's name on the golden line.

It's really easy to find that he's standing here definitely not taking photos of his own rankings—that is, taking photos of his own rankings?

What's wrong with this?

Xin Zhuo lowered his head as if to say something, and didn't notice Cheng Xinglinshun's eyes coming over.

It wasn't until he clicked to send successfully that he saw Cheng Xinglin looking at him.

Xin Zhuo put the phone away in his arms instantly, and glared angrily: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen a handsome guy?"

"The handsome guy has seen it." Cheng Xinglin said slowly, "But the handsome guy who always hurt me hasn't seen it."

"Do you have persecution paranoia!!!" Xin Zhuo exploded, "Who is persecuting you all day long, am I full?"

"You who were half a month ago." Cheng Xinglin didn't say a word - it seems that you also know that you are full.

Xin Zhuo was so excited by him that he threw out his mobile phone to him - "I've hurt you big headed ghost, what do you see, what do you see?"

Cheng Xinglin looked down at Xin Zhuo's phone rather than being respectful.

It was found on his phone that Xin Zhuo had just released a certain sound, and the copy of the certain sound was like this - [The results of the first monthly exam have come out, and the key classes are properly selected. 】

The first time I did a good deed, I was wronged.

Xin Zhuo was so angry that his hands were shaking.

He didn't realize that this certain audio had finished broadcasting, and it was automatically simulcast——simulcasting his last video about how to take the exam in the Qingbei class of the popular science school.

Finally, he said, "There is a long way to go, Cheng Xinglin, come on."

It is precisely because of this popular science video that many people are squatting on Xinzhuo's quick report.

As soon as he made a certain sound, many people rushed over to like it, and at the same time wished Cheng Xinglin well.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !Brother Lin is both civil and military! ! 】

[I haven't eaten well all day, so don't worry, Brother Lin is awesome! ! 】

Seeing so many blessings from so many people, Cheng Xinglin was still very touched and appreciated Xin Zhuo's affection.

He glanced at Xin Zhuo and called him, "Xin Zhuo."

"What are you doing."

Cheng Xinglin said sincerely: "It seems that you really want to be my younger brother, I approve, let's hang out with Brother Lin from now on."

Cultural Committee: "Pfft..."

Xin Zhuo's face turned red in an instant. He looked around at the people around him, and said in a low voice, "Cheng Xinglin, why don't you show your face!!"

"Shameless." Cheng Xinglin said again, "Your brother."

Xin Zhuo: "..."

He is really sick to post this tiktok. Wouldn’t it be good for him to do two sets of questions in this time? ? ?

Getting involved with Cheng Xinglin is simply bad luck!

Xin Zhuo walked away with a look of pig liver.

Squeezing outside, I bumped into a boy who was very modest and gentlemanly, but had the same bad complexion as him.

"Senior Lu?" Xin Zhuo's immediate reaction was to see if Cheng Xinglin was okay, but his many years of slickness made him restrain this move.

He stared at Lu Sihe's expression, carefully: "Senior, you don't look very well, what's wrong? Are you going to the infirmary?"

Lu Sihe: "..."

His complexion was bad because the classmate he sent to watch the surveillance just now told him that there was no problem with the surveillance in room 17.

Although I don't know what happened.

But now, it seems that Cheng Xinglin can only be allowed to be arrogant.

Lu Sihe couldn't even pretend to be a modest gentleman.

But the next moment, a scene that made him even more angry happened.

After posting the report card, Jane walked to Cheng Xinglin's side and smiled at him.

Jian Xing: "How is it, how does it feel?"

Cheng Xinglin clapped his hands and said, "That's it, the feeling of having reached the goal—alright senior, the results are seen, shall we continue to review?"

Jian Xing's smile deepened: "Is it so flattering or humiliating?"

"It's nothing to be surprised about." Cheng Xinglin said calmly, "I haven't reached the line of Qingbei Class. There is a long way to go, so I decided to continue."

"Okay, you can continue." Jian Xing nodded, "But not tonight."

"Okay!" Cheng Xinglin immediately agreed, "Senior should have a good night's rest."

Not for this reason...

Jian Xing looked at himself and said "not tonight" and immediately thought of Cheng Xinglin who said "I'm tired", and felt that it was worth it for him to stay up ten more nights.

Resist the urge to touch Cheng Xinglin's head in front of so many people.

Jian Xing said: "It's not that I want to rest, it's that there is an important thing to think about tonight."

"What's the problem?" Cheng Xinglin asked.

"Think about it, do you want to go to the liberal arts class or the science class." Jian Xing said, "See you at the secret self-study base in the last night, and we will fill in the volunteers."

·

right.

They won't have to take all nine subjects in the next monthly exam.

The school will determine their volunteers within this week, move out of the current classrooms, and begin the adaptation of subject-based learning.

The next monthly exam will be the first preliminary exam based on their wishes this time.

If you find that you are really not suitable for your options during this round of subject study adaptation, or in the pre-examination, you can still modify it.

This management method is very scientific.

It's not that you can't change it once you choose it, but you are given a month to try and make mistakes.

If not, just start over.

However, the opportunity of trial and error is someone else's, not Cheng Xinglin's.

Regardless of whether it is the sub-subject examination or the nine-subject examination, if he wants to enter the Qingbei Class, he still has to pass the line next time.

Therefore, Cheng Xinglin's selection of subjects this time is still very important. He must choose his own advantageous subjects to ensure that the final goal is achieved.

Jian Xing made him think, then Cheng Xinglin went back to the classroom to think.

Hang Yitong was browsing the forum, when he saw Cheng Xinglin walking in, he was stunned for a moment.

"You..." Hang Yitong looked at him up and down, "Aren't you going to Jianshen's place tonight?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xinglin said, "He asked me to think about whether I should choose the essay or the theory."

"Ah?" Hang Yitong was at a loss, "Is there anything to think about?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"Aren't you determined to choose the text?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Just... I'll read the analysis on the forum." Hang Yitong handed the phone to Cheng Xinglin and asked him to read the content on it.

What Hang Yitong read was a long post, and the first topic was: [Cheng Xinglin is too awesome, he said that he raised his score by 99 points in the Qingbei class. 】

The following is the praise of Cheng Xinglin's awesomeness, and gradually the style of painting becomes that this is the power of love, who will kill me.

Slowly, everyone also began to discuss the issue of Cheng Xinglin's selection of essays - Qingbei class in their school is a regular arts and sciences class.

But it didn't take long for everyone to discuss, and someone suddenly discovered——

[Calculating Cheng Xinglin's score in the liberal arts class, it seems that he is only 47 points away from the line of the Qingbei liberal arts class. 】

[? ? ?It seems to be true! 】

[So he only needs to increase his score by half this time, and he can properly enter the liberal arts class? ! 】

[Yes, on average, it only takes an increase of less than eight points in a subject to be stable. 】

[Then it feels like there is no need to discuss this issue, and he will not choose another category. 】

Cheng Xinglin also realized for the first time after watching everyone's discussions that he was only 47 points away from the line of Qingbei Class of Liberal Arts.

As everyone said, he can improve his Chinese by at least [-] points, mathematics and English each by [-] points, and he can enter the Qingbei Class of Liberal Arts without improving by [-] points.

Choosing liberal arts is indeed a more economical, more comfortable and safer way.

"So, should I choose liberal arts?" Cheng Xinglin asked Hang Yitong.

Obviously he has already thought it through clearly, the cost performance and the difficulty of raising points are very clear, but there is still a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Then I must choose liberal arts." The one who answered Cheng Xinglin was not Hang Yitong, but You Huai.

The man came over and said carelessly.

But You Huai just looked careless, but his eyes were very serious: "Just now I chatted with the teaching and research team leaders of each subject, let me tell you what the teachers think of you."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

As expected of You Huai, for the sake of himself, he used the leaders of the teaching and research teams of various subjects with great fanfare.

But Cheng Xinglin was very grateful to him, and immediately listened attentively.

"First of all, politics, history and geology. You really did well in the exam this time. Being able to get this result shows that you have a good foundation."

"So, the three teaching and research team leaders of the liberal arts looked at your papers, and they all felt that if you worked harder, there would be no problem getting [-] in the three subjects."

"In terms of English, she said that listening and composition are practiced very quickly. In Chinese—that is, Teacher Yun said that you lost points this time in the essay and literature categories. These two parts have routines and can be improved."

"In terms of mathematics..." Needless to say, it is almost impossible not to raise points when Jian Xing helps him.

"But what about science..." You Huai said without depth, but gave Cheng Xinglin a look of "you understand".

Then Cheng Xinglin did understand, which meant that he couldn't do it.

And fell into deep thought.

Different from the hype-filled analysis on the forum, You Huai asked teachers who have studied various subjects for many years.

Now, not only is it cost-effective, but from a professional point of view, it seems that he should also choose liberal arts.

"Think about it for yourself." You Huai volunteered, "Anyway, the professional advice that the teachers can give... that's it."

You Huai put the volunteer on Cheng Xing's desk and said seriously: "I know, you will make the right choice."

Cheng Xinglin: "..."

Cheng Xinglin nodded with difficulty, and lowered his head to study the thin piece of paper. After a long time, he sighed.

Just after sighing, Cheng Xinglin's phone rang.

The simple video phone of the future.

Cheng Xinglin grabbed the phone and went out, finding a secluded place to answer the call.

The place where he stood was dimly lit, but as soon as the phone was connected, Future Jianxing could still see his expression clearly.

The smiling Future Jian Xing frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't pass the exam?"

"I..." Cheng Xinglin was just about to explain, but suddenly realized something was wrong, "No, Xingshu, you are from the future, I failed the exam today, you shouldn't... have you already known?"

When Cheng Xinglin said this, he also felt that cause and effect seemed a bit messy.

But his logical thinking was not sharp enough to understand what was wrong, so he just frowned and ignored the sentence.

Future Jian Xing was silent for a moment when he heard his words.

He looked at Cheng Xinglin for a while, and when Cheng Xinglin's sense of confusion was about to return, he said, "Yeah, that's why I asked you——you obviously passed the exam, why are you so stern?"

Oh oh.

because of this.

"No." Cheng Xinglin said, "I was just thinking about the division of arts and sciences."

"so."

"Eh wait."

Cheng Xinglin's eyes suddenly lit up.

Regarding the matter of whether he chose liberal arts or science in the future, he asked Jian Xing about the future, wouldn't he know?

"Xingshu, I have a question for you."

"You said."

"In the future, should I choose liberal arts or science?"

Future Jianxing: "..."

Before Jian Xing could say anything in the future, Cheng Xinglin stopped him again: "Forget it, forget it, you'd better not spoil it—that, Xingshu, I have a special question to ask you."

"You said."

"What do you think is high-energy physics?"

Future Jianxing thought for a long time, and finally said: "High-energy physics, or physics, in the final analysis, are all one thing."

"What is it?"

"The foundation of the world."

·

Wherever our feet are, why is the world as far as we can see.

Why do a few bricks build up into a house, and why does the bridge not collapse when it is arched.

Even around us, what kind of things can't be seen.

Physics will interpret these secrets one by one.

Cheng Xinglin was shocked by this statement.

He seemed to see a door slowly opening to him. Behind that door, there were no longer the trivialities of life, but endless secrets.

Only by mastering the knowledge of science can he interpret these secrets and get close to them.

"The only way to understand the mysteries of this world is in science, right, running script?"

"No." Xingshu said solemnly, "Science is just the basic material. These things exist in the universe, but why did the earth become the earth? Humans will become human. This is a mystery that only liberal arts can understand."

"This is also very important." Future Jianxing said seriously.

is very important.

But people always have something they like more.

During the conversation with Future Jianxing, Cheng Xinglin deeply grasped his liking.

"That's right." Future Jianxing said, "The timeline I'm in, you in high school are a liberal arts student."

·

After Cheng Xinglin finished the phone call with Future Jianxing, his heart was always heavy.

In the future, Jian Xing said that he would attend Qingbei Class, and that he was a liberal arts student, so the necessary and sufficient condition for entering Qingbei Class should be that he had chosen the right essays.

Cheng Xinglin walked towards the secret base with the thin volunteer form.

There is confusion in the eyes.

He didn't know what he was confused about.

Obviously, this matter, whether it is analyzed from the perspective of cost performance, from the perspective of expert advice, or from the real future evidence, is already very clear.

The standard answers are all in front of you.

Does it make sense not to copy it, but to stick to my liking for physics or science that I don’t know if it was made up by Jian Xing’s make-up lessons?

In the face of clear right and wrong.

Is that illusory love in my heart really important?

Cheng Xinglin grabbed the volunteer form and walked to the door of the secret base, adjusted his expression before pushing the door open.

Jian Xing was already inside, still boiling black tea, surrounded by pillows, looking very warm.

"Senior."

"Good evening." Jian Xing glanced at Cheng Xinglin's hand, "Have you brought the volunteer? Have you filled it out?"

"Well, no..."

Cheng Xinglin looked at Jian Xing, and decided to give his favorite one last bit of luck.

He said: "Senior, I think this is very difficult to fill out, so I want to ask you - which one do you think I should choose?"

If Jian Xing also said to select the text, then he would...

I gave up the point in my heart that I couldn't say I liked it very strongly, and chose the text.

"Let's analyze the scores." Jian Xing said calmly.

"it is good."

——Data speak.

That's fine, it's easy.

Jian Xing took out a piece of paper and wrote two numbers on it.

Text - 660.

Reason - 650.

"Our school's Qingbei class is drawn with reference to the average score line of the mid-range schools in the double-class elite schools within ten years. These two lines are very clear. Are there any objections?"

"of course."

"Now, if you choose liberal arts, you are only 47 points away from this goal."

"And if you choose science, it's 85 points worse."

Cheng Xinglin didn't speak, but nodded silently.

"And test scores need to be graded, so I suggest that in the next monthly exam, your score should be at least 630 in liberal arts and 620 in science." Jian Xing stroked, "This conversion, you are still 17 points behind in liberal arts, and poor in science. Got... 55 points."

... so calculated.

It looks even scarier.

Cheng Xinglin understood what Jian Xing meant.

The next monthly exam is on June [-]th.

The final exam is July [-]rd.

A total of one and a half months.

What to choose is self-evident.

The road ahead could not be clearer.

As for that little bit, the vain hopes and longings of wanting to understand the foundations of the world.

It doesn't really matter.

more importantly.

In the end, Jian Xing gave him the suggestion of selecting essays, and Cheng Xinglin accepted it happily.

Cheng Xinglin took the brush that Jian Xing used to write and draw just now, spread out his wish, and smiled: "So the senior suggested that I choose liberal arts, then I will..."

"No." Jian Xing retorted directly, "I didn't say that."

Cheng Xinglin paused with his fingers and looked at Jian Xing.

With a calm smile, Jian Xing explained again: "I mean, it's only 85 points, and I can help you make up for it."

With that said, Jian Xing took Cheng Xinglin's pen and threw it aside, and pushed his palm to his heart.

Jian Xing's fingers covered the back of Cheng Xinglin's hand, pressing on his beating heart.

A gentle smile: "So, analyzing the data is actually not important, and analyzing the pros and cons is not important."

"The only thing that matters is—I want to hear what's in your heart."