I attacked the god of learning

Turning the time back to the morning self-study, when Jian Xing walked into the class, it also caused a commotion in the class.

Pan Yangwen supported his head with his hands, like a hooligan, looked at Jian Xing from top to bottom, from bottom to top.

In the end, he sighed with emotion: "Sure enough, I didn't go home last night. Today's clothes don't belong to my elementary school brother. Is it easy to wear? Is it comfortable~"

Is this comfortable? There are some unspoken hints in it.

Jian Xing glanced at Pan Yangwen with a smile, and asked: "I said I never said that, it's fine to make jokes, but don't make such jokes on him."

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong." Pan Yangwen immediately raised his hands in surrender, "But judging by your appearance, the progress is gratifying."

"Almost." Jian Xing said calmly, packing up his books.

Put it away, Lu Sihe also came in.

He glanced at Jian Xing's clothes, his face turned pale instantly, and he sat in the back without saying hello to Pan Yangwen.

Pan Yangwen raised his hand, but no one responded to him, so he could only put it down without embarrassment.

Elbow bang bang Jian Xing, Pan Yangwen asked: "What's the matter, Lao Lu's expression is so bad, he ignored us."

"It's nothing." Jian Xing took out the competition book he was working on every day, "It was me who broke up with him."

"Oh, it's crashing, it's okay—a ghost???? What's going on???"

"He went to the hospital yesterday to see that Cheng Xinglin was here, and then he did some bad things. I can't accept it."

"What's the matter, I can't accept it being so serious..."

Holding the pen and lowering his head to write, Jian Xing's nib paused, and after serious thinking, he said, "You said that, I seem to have forgotten to ask Cheng Xinglin what happened."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

"But it doesn't matter. Cheng Xinglin will get angry with him, and that's his problem."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

Pan Yangwen has never seen such a double-standard person in such a big life.

Pan Yangwen was silent for a while, and said seriously: "I didn't see it, you are still a person who protects your weaknesses..."

Jian Xing just said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Pan Yangwen still wanted to continue talking with him.

But they saw their class teacher poking his head in.

The head teacher looked at Pan Yangwen, pointed to Jian Xing beside him, and signaled Pan Yangwen to call him out.

Pan Yangwen bumped Jian Xing with his elbow again, and said, "Hey, the old class is here and seems to be calling you out."

Jian Xing raised his head, pointed at himself to the head teacher, the head teacher nodded, Jian Xing put down his pen, went out with him, and arrived at the office.

Jane walked in and saw a box of candies on each teacher's desk.

It's in a blue box, it doesn't look like wedding candy, but it should be a gift from a teacher in the office who has something nice to do.

Jian Xing walked and watched all the way, and when he arrived at the desk of his head teacher, his head teacher was happily drinking a sip of tea.

"Jane, come and sit."

Jian Xing sat down like a stream of kindness, and asked calmly, "Teacher, what do you need?"

"Just to ask if you have chosen a major."

"Professional?" Jian Xing seemed a little confused when he heard this sentence.

"...Didn't you forget it—it's Tsinghua University's major selection."

The college entrance examination has ended a few days ago.

The enrollment work is about to start, so including this batch of recommended students to Tsinghua University, they also need to determine their professional direction to facilitate the production and distribution of notification letters.

"But it's okay if you forget." The head teacher said cheerfully, "Choose a major, it's a matter of two to three minutes—let me help you find out, you can't choose the Department of Physics and Mathematics, anything else is fine."

The head teacher came prepared and printed out a stack of professional materials.

He flipped through it and recommended it to Jian Xing: "How is Guanghua's management? It's an ace major, and it's basically no problem if you come out with an annual salary of one million."

Jian Xing: "That's from Peking University..."

"Haha, are you kidding me? You are technically skilled—that's computers?" said the teacher in charge, "Their artificial intelligence direction is very good. When they come out to lead projects in big factories, they also earn a million dollars a year."

Jian Xing still didn't speak.

Dissatisfied with both majors?

The head teacher had no choice but to find another way. He turned over a few pages and took out a piece of major that was a bit out of the way: "So, let's make it bigger and use media?"

"Teacher." Jian Xing finally spoke, "Do you really think that I should go to Tsinghua University this year?"

The head teacher still held the piece of paper in his hand, he stared at Jian Xing for a while, and then slowly put it down.

After taking a sip of tea to calm down, the class teacher asked: "Jian Xing, don't you still think about participating in the competition for another year?"

Jian Xing didn't speak.

But he didn't speak, and it was no different from saying everything.

The teacher in charge put the lid on the teacup, his throat was moist enough, and he was about to start his earnest words.

"I've analyzed it with you many times. It's not cost-effective to participate in the competition for another year. Why do you students want to compete? Isn't it just to avoid taking the college entrance examination and find another way to go to university?"

"Going to college is the most important task in high school. Now that your task has been completed and done very well, why do you want to fight this competition?"

"After a year of hard work, the final result is nothing more than walking, what's the difference? Why bother?"

The class teacher finished speaking earnestly, and stuffed all the materials into Jian Xing's hands: "Go and read the materials, don't think about what you have or what you don't have."

Jian Xing was in a stalemate in front of the head teacher, and finally he took a look at the old thermos cup of the head teacher, took the information and read it without saying anything.

However, it is only for viewing.

Jian Xing held the materials and watched two or three classes. When the head teacher came over and asked him about his major, Jian Xing only replied, "I'm not particularly satisfied."

The homeroom teacher was almost pissed off by him, and he also knew that it was useless to continue spending time with Jian Xing.

I could only accept the information and said to him: "I know you still need time to think about it. The last time for the admissions office is July [-]th. Before that, you can slowly learn about these majors. Go back first."

Jian Xing thanked the head teacher and returned to the class.

Pan Yangwen waited for Jian Xing's few lessons, and soon became a stone of hope.

Seeing Jian Xing come back, he was refreshed.

Pan Yangwen was three-pointed and seven-pointed about watching the show, and said to Jian Xing who came back: "I have chosen a major for so long--as your good brother, am I honored to be the second person who knows your major?"

Jian Xing sat down, opened the mathematics textbook he was reading just now, and asked strangely: "The second one?"

"Of course it's the second one." Pan Yangwen said, "The first one must be known to elementary school students—come on, I have prepared my mobile phone for you, and I don't care whether you want to call or text Penguin. "

Pan Yangwen picked up Jian Xing's mobile phone, feeling like a dog.

Jian Xing glanced at this treasure brother, and smiled: "No need."

Pan Yangwen: "...No need, what do you mean?"

Pan Yangwen was a little at a loss for a moment, and his eyes were a little moist: "Isn't it Jian Xing, I... Do you have such a heavy place in your heart? Do you want me to be the first to know?"

Jian Xing: "..."

"You have a good idea." Jian Xing took his mobile phone and interrupted Pan Yangwen's tears, "It's because I didn't choose a major."

"Hell, I'll just say—what did you say?"

"I didn't choose a major. IMO this competition, I want to take the exam for another year."

Why? ? ?

Pan Yangwen didn't understand at all, but he wanted to persuade him again, but Jian Xing only turned to him with the side of writing the paper.

This kind of non-violence/forced non-cooperation made Pan Yangwen completely helpless.

He thought about the whole class, and in the end he could only rush out when the get out of class was over, dragging Cheng Xinglin out.

Let him save Jian Xing, the god of learning who has stumbled.

Shockingly pulling Cheng Xinglin out of the classroom, Pan Yangwen edited Cheng Xinglin's morning routine while going upstairs.

While speaking, they had already arrived at the door of their classroom.

Before letting Cheng Xinglin in, Pan Yangwen finally told him: "I don't know why this idiot/b would have the idea of ​​not going to Tsinghua University, but he will definitely listen to you if you persuade him, elementary school boy, you must persuade him Advise him."

Cheng Xinglin didn't have time to speak.

Because Jian Xing had already walked out with his mobile phone.

The moment he saw Cheng Xinglin, Jian Xing was a little astonished, and then he took another look at Pan Yangwen, basically understanding what was going on.

I understand, I understand, Jian Xing has no time to deal with things here.

Jian Xing held up the phone to show Cheng Xinglin the note, and quickly explained: "It's my dad's call, I'll come back to you after the call."

Cheng Xinglin nodded, and saw Jian Xing leave quickly, walking towards the stairs on the other side of the roof.

"It must be his father who beat his ass if he didn't want to go to Tsinghua University." Pan Yangwen nodded, "Very good, very good, it has to be a real father, otherwise I really think that no one in this world can cure him!"

Pan Yangwen nodded with great satisfaction, followed Jian Xing's direction and prepared to go.

As soon as he took a step, Cheng Xinglin hooked him by the collar and pulled him back.

"Pan Shen." Cheng Xinglin said, "This is the senior's privacy, so it's not appropriate for you to go."

Pan Yangwen: "..."

Pan Yangwen: "I suddenly feel that it's not suitable, so I won't go, junior, will you go?"

Cheng Xinglin's double standard was very natural: "Well, I will go."

Cheng Xinglin said, put down Pan Yangwen, and walked towards Jian Xing.

When he arrived, Jian Xing had already answered his father's call.

His parents have been abroad all year round, and implement a free-range policy for Jian Xing, if there is no major problem with Jian Xing.

Parents won't bother.

As soon as Jian Xing answered the phone, it was his father's very serious voice.

"I heard from your class teacher that you plan to give up Tsinghua University?" Father cut straight to the point.

"Yes, but I want to participate in the IMO for another year, not giving up indiscriminately."

"This is giving up indiscriminately, son." The father said, "I know the reason why you want to participate for another year, that is, you are not reconciled, you did not enter the national team, and you did not become the last five."

"But, so what? After all, IMO is just a competition for middle school students. When you go to college, there will be more competitions, computer modeling, financial competitions, isn't it good to participate in these?"

Jian Xing listened quietly without interrupting.

"Shujing is just a springboard for your life. If you help you jump into Tsinghua University, it has already completed its mission. We can change our thinking son-life is not just about winning the championship, but more importantly, every step we take , must have a purpose, and this is the most important thing.”

If his father ordered him to go to Tsinghua without any reason, Jian Xing would not agree.

But whether his father or the head teacher, they all carefully analyzed the pros and cons for him and considered his future, so Jian Xing could not refute.

In the end, Jian Xing could only say: "I will think about it carefully, please rest assured."

Jian Xing's father hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Jian Xing still stood at the same place, looking down from the glass window outside the railing - diagonally below, was the bulletin board inside the campus.

His honor poster had long been replaced by other posters, but the bulletin board he happened to be looking at didn't know if it was because the students would be lazy or for other reasons.

Just covered his poster, didn't tear it off.

The coverage is not well covered, and a corner of his poster can still be seen - it is one of the densely packed honors.

If any student can get one of the honors during his student days, he can become a talking point for a long time.

It is these honors that make Jian Xing a "god", so he becomes the object of everyone's praise, and he can only move forward with praise, and no more unwillingness is allowed.

But Jian Xing is not reconciled.

He wants to join the national team, to be among the last five, to represent the country in the world, and to win the final championship.

He participated in the mathematics competition not because this competition can take him to Tsinghua University, not because he can be recommended and does not want to take the college entrance examination.

And just because.

He loves this form of competition.

He hopes that the final result of his more than ten years of hard work is not just a "springboard".

However, the adults waved the scales in their hands and pressed Jian Xing in front of the scales in the name of "good for you".

Put costs and revenues on both ends of the scale and let him think it through.

Jian Xing looked at the dangling scale and calculated the optimal solution.

But the weights at both ends, none of the labels are exactly what Jian Xing wants.

Of course, if it was just the reason that the adults forced him, Jian Xing felt that he might not give up.

The real reason...

Perhaps it is still a lack of recognition of one's own abilities.

Although he was advertised as a "god of learning" at school, Jian Xing knew very well that he was still far from being a god.

He is just a mortal who was brushed off in the first round of national team selection.

and so.

Jian Xing didn't know if he would be able to enter the final five if he was given another year.

Even if he gets in, he doesn't know if he can win the IMO.

Or, another year is just a repeat of this year, a waste of time and opportunity.

So, should it really be like what his father said.

To be a judicious adult.

I have lived a life where every step is calculated, purposeful, and cost-effective.

Really, just give up?

Jian Xing looked at it in confusion

Cheng Xinglin didn't know how long he had been standing there, looking at Jian Xing with a complicated expression.

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Jian Xing: "..."

Jian Xing has never wanted to see Cheng Xinglin so much.

He was about to give up, and it was just the last straw.

But this straw can be anyone, he doesn't want it to be Cheng Xinglin.

So Jian Xing just looked at Cheng Xinglin and said nothing.

After a while, Cheng Xinglin took the initiative to speak: "Senior."

Jian Xing was in a complicated mood: "...um."

Cheng Xinglin: "I've been reviewing my papers this morning, and then I discovered something."

Not talking about him?Jian Xing heaved a sigh of relief - at this moment, as long as Cheng Xinglin didn't mention Tsinghua University, he would feel very happy.

Jian Xing smiled: "What did you find?"

Cheng Xinglin: "Last night, Lu Sihe didn't deliberately hurt my self-confidence. His analysis was not wrong. With my current ability, I will raise another [-] points within half a month, unless a miracle happens."

"Actually..." Jian Xing subconsciously wanted to comfort Cheng Xinglin.

But Cheng Xinglin raised his hand and made a forbidden movement, not letting Jian Xing speak.

Stopping Jian Xing from speaking, Cheng Xinglin looked into Jian Xing's eyes and said seriously: "So I want to ask the senior, if the miracle that I was admitted to the Qingbei Class really happened, I can exchange it with you once. You don't care about what others say, Don't think about the possibility, just do what you want to do as you think in your heart?"

Cheng Xinglin was afraid that Jian Xing would not understand, so he translated again: "If I am admitted to the Qingbei class, you will not go to Tsinghua University, and take part in the math competition again, okay?"

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"What did you say..." Jian Xing paused for a long time before asking Cheng Xinglin, "Why did you say that?"

"No..." Cheng Xinglin scratched his head, "But, senior, don't you want to go?"

Cheng Xinglin said seriously: "If you don't want to, why are there so many math books piled up on the table, and you have to go back and continue doing the questions every day after finishing the lessons for me. If you don't really like it, why do these things..."

Number book on the table.

Late night calculus.

The things that Jian Xing is still doing after being escorted are enough to explain his inner thoughts.

But even if it was enough, no one noticed, except Cheng Xinglin.

Jian Xing really wanted to hug Cheng Xinglin.

But he still tried his best to control his out-of-control emotions, took a deep breath, and asked, "But don't you think the price/performance ratio is very low?"

"……What's the meaning?"

"Go to the data competition again. If you don't enter the national team, it will be no different from now."

"Then join the national team!"

"After entering, this is just a competition for high school students. When you get to college, there will be many, many competitions."

"But..." Cheng Xinglin didn't understand, "Those competitions are not this competition anymore...Jian Xing, a high school student who is out of print, can't fulfill his high school regrets..."

Jian Xing: "..."

"There is only one life, and the regrets that can be resolved now can only be resolved now." Cheng Xinglin said in a low voice. How is it calculated, why is it so high..."

In fact, Cheng Xinglin started to understand this matter after listening to Pan Yangwen's narration.

He had no intention of "persuading" Jian Xing at all.

He and Jian Xing are a united front.

It has been from the beginning.

Since the last time when Jian Xing also helped him choose a science subject, that's it.

They don't want a cost-effective life.

To choose the life you like.

However, this matter is a bit different from Jian Xing helping him choose a science subject - Jian Xing asked him to choose a science subject because he has absolute confidence in himself.

Cheng Xinglin definitely couldn't help Jian Xing with Shujing.

He could only use the miracle of being admitted to the Qingbei Class in exchange for Jian Xing's own miracle.

"Okay." Jian Xing finally laughed, "If a miracle happens - no, you and I will definitely make a miracle happen - go to the Qingbei class and win the IMO championship."

Row.

Cheng Xinglin also laughed.

He suddenly thought of one thing—anyway, there are quite a lot of miracles, and he is not the only one who fishes in troubled waters.

So Cheng Xinglin said to Jian Xing: "Well, senior, if you can win the IMO championship, do you think we still..." Is there a chance?

"Cheng Xinglin." Jian Xing interrupted him, "There are only three things, and you can't say something a third time."

"I will definitely win the IMO championship, and say what you want to hear on the podium."

"That's what we agreed."