child prodigy at eighty

Song Xiaosan is going to college, and his family is vying to send him to school, what an honor, a college student!It's a pity that it was ruthlessly rejected by Xiaosan just after it was proposed.People have said that I am sixteen years old, so I don’t need to give it away, I can find it, and I can’t lose it.

The family couldn't hold back him, so they could only watch him get on the train with his luggage, and forget about the worry (regret) in his heart.

Song Xiaosan is a heartless person. Once he entered university, he lived like a fish in water. There was nothing to say about his studies. In his opinion, any problems in the liberal arts were not a problem. It was just that the high mathematics brought some obstacles to his studies, but It can also be overcome.

What annoys him is practicing calligraphy. Daily calligraphy practice is his unchangeable habit, and it will not be interrupted unless there are special circumstances. But now it is a problem to find a quiet place to practice calligraphy.There is only one desk in the dormitory, and there are seven people in a room. He is the youngest, and the older ones take care of him as a child. The desk is given to him, but other people can’t use what he uses. He can’t use it for a day or two. Occupy every day for one night.Besides, the room is not quiet enough, and there is an endless stream of people talking and dropping by, so it is not a place to practice calligraphy.Not to mention the classroom, if you write it once and never go there, you will almost be judged as a rare item, and it is not a good place.

Later, a roommate found him a broadcasting room for him to use at night, which solved his big problem.

Then there is the old problem of bathing. The school is a big bathhouse, so he definitely won't go. Fortunately, there are more expensive single rooms outside, which can meet his needs.Every time he took a bath, he had to go outside the campus to wash, and it took more than half an hour to go back and forth, and he was tossing like this every day.

But apart from these, he thinks everything else is good.No, there is one more bad thing, whether it is classmates or roommates, they treat him as a child, they don't treat him as an adult at all, and they speak in a coaxing tone, which makes him very uncomfortable.

No one has talked to him like that since he was five years old.

But it didn't take long for everyone to see his true temperament clearly through an autumn outing. That matter, Dad, is simply even bigger than our parents.

Here's the thing.

"Where to go?"

"Climbing the Great Wall, we want to appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the motherland."

"What time do you leave? By bicycle or by bus? Have you counted the number of people in the class?"

"After the statistics, there are only three people who can't go because they have something to do. We will leave at eight o'clock and take the bus."

"As for the fee, should the collective charge be used first, or should the individual pay for the individual?"

"Pay for yourself..."

"What about after climbing the mountain? It's probably noon. Disband on the spot or have a dinner together?"

"This one……"

"And what if someone falls behind in this event? Who is in charge of contact?"

"By the way, do we need a game or something, or just play?"

"God, why do you have so many questions?" The boss in the same dormitory raised his hand and surrendered first, "These are all considered by the monitor, so you can rest."

"Can't I think about it as a member of the group?"

"Yes, yes, of course."

"Making a decision before making a move is the magic weapon for victory." Song Xiaosan finally concluded.

"Then why don't you organize it?" the squad leader half-jokingly asked.

"Okay, but just this one time, don't make another example." He really took it seriously.

It turned out that Song Xiaosan was definitely not a talker, and the activities were well organized and very stylish.During the period, a classmate who was weak and suddenly fainted due to heatstroke, he could immediately take Huoxiangzhengqi water from his bag and drink it with his nose.

It couldn't be more comprehensive.

From then on, everyone saw him as a capable... kid.

Song Shiyu...

The National Day was soon after this trip, and Xiaosan still hadn't received a letter from Gu Weifeng, so she decided to go to the army to see what this guy was up to.

It turned out to be empty.People have been demobilized and returned to their hometowns.

He wrote to his family again, but the family did not see him go back, that is to say, this person disappeared completely.

Song Shiyu's brain hurts from anger, what the hell is this guy doing!Don't say anything about where you are going, and if you talk to him in the future, he will be a puppy!

*****

A year passed in a flash, and Song Shiyu was in his sophomore year.

"Dididi, Dididi." Several crisp and bright machine voices suddenly sounded.

"Who?" Professor Zou frowned on the podium.

"Sorry, sorry." Song Shiyu hurriedly turned off the newly bought BB machine in a hurry.

"Then let this student answer this question for you." The professor pointed to a series of formulas on the blackboard and asked.

Song Shiyu stood up, his face flushed with embarrassment, "Professor, I won't."

"I don't know such a simple question. What have you been listening to for a long time?"

"Sorry, I'm not very good at science."

"How did you get in because you weren't good at science?" The professor didn't believe him.

"Professor, he is not in our class."

"It's not from our department."

"It's not from our school yet."

"He is from the journalism department of the school next door to take classes!"

Laugh out loud.

"I like your class." Although I don't understand...

The journalism department came to take the electronic class?The professor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, okay, sit down."

As soon as the get out of class bell rang and the professor left the classroom, someone patted Song Shiyu on the shoulder, "You are very good, young man. You are brave enough to make trouble in Professor Lin's class."

"You are enough, I am so embarrassed." Song Shiyu glanced at the person who patted him, and said angrily.He tidied up his textbooks angrily. It's really annoying who is so blind to send him a page right now.

"I said you are advanced enough, you dare to buy such an advanced pager, big money." Wang Xuekang stared at the pager in his hand, his eyes were more sensual than looking at his first love.

"I like to play with you for two days, but I have to call back first to see who is so annoying." Song Shiyu directly stuffed him with the pager he bought a few days ago, and walked out with his textbooks in his arms.

"You just use such a precious thing for me? It costs thousands of dollars." Wang Xuekang held the small pager in both hands, carefully, as if he was holding a big ingot. No, it is more precious than ingots. In his case In the hands of a kind of electronic madman, this is the lover, the supreme goddess, and love.

"What are you talking about, return it to me if you don't play."

"Don't, how can you take back what you said?" Wang Xuekang carefully put the things into his schoolbag, "To thank you for your generosity, brother treats you to eat your elbow."

"No time, you eat by yourself."

"Hey, I said that you have a lot of things in your year, do you still have to catch up with other classes?"

"There will be a computer class in a while, you can play by yourself."

"I said can you understand?"

"Give me back if you don't want to play." Which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted, if he can't understand it, can't he listen?

"Okay, you're busy, the little one is leaving." Wang Xuekang quickly withdrew, and there was really no point in talking dirty for a while.

Before going to class, Song Shiyu found a phone and dialed back.

"Hi, I'm Song Shiyu, who is calling me?"

"It's me, Xu Da, I've found you, so I would like to ask you for a favor."

"what's up?"

"I have a rich man here, and the roll call must ask for your name. See if you can come over today. People are waiting here. It's useless for me to say anything. You come to save you, Brother Xu." .”

"Isn't there a picture hanging in your place?" Now he wants to buy luxury electronic products, all rely on selling words to get money, his mother will not give him a penny to buy these useless luxury goods.Uh, what I said before that I don’t make a living by selling words has been fed to the dog.

"He wants you to write it now, saying it's a birthday present for his son."

"Tell him I don't write happy birthday stuff."

"I know I know, I told him everything, and he just needs a word that can motivate his son to make progress. He said that his son likes you all the time." Xu said, and then added in a low voice: "The fee is only high but not low. Money, there is money."

Song Shiyu thought about it, okay, he just happened to be looking at a computer, and the price was so expensive that even someone like him who was not bad at it looked astonishing, it was too expensive, and he just saved up to see if he could buy one.

To say that Song Shiyu's hobby of electronic products is really obsessed, he can get back any new product on the market and play with it.If the price is not too high, he dares to dismantle it directly, and if he can't put it back on, he will go to Wang Xuekang. This guy promises to restore it to you, and there will be no difference.

The entire dormitory building is estimated to be full of electronic products in their dormitories, making everyone think that Song Shiyu is the youngest son of a rich man who is very rich.

As a result, this time he had just sent away the rich money, nearly 1 yuan in hand, and before he had time to collect some more money to buy the computer he was thinking of, Wang Xuekang came to him with a constipated face.

"Shigu, there's good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

As soon as he heard it, he knew it was not a good thing. He stopped practicing calligraphy and looked at him directly from the corner of his eyes, "Is there a difference?"

Wang Xuekang touched his nose, and then said affirmatively, "Yes, it's very big."

"Hurry up, and shut up if you don't say anything." He continued to practice calligraphy, without giving him a look.

"The pager is broken." He took out a pager that had been dismantled to pieces. In Song Shiyu's view, it was a pile of parts that couldn't be distinguished.

Song Shiyu got angry for a while, and he only bought something for a few days, which was close to 3000 yuan. When he bought it, he felt a pain in the flesh, okay?I am not willing to dismantle it, do you think it is 300 or [-]?I saw him throwing the pen into the pen wash, splashing a puddle of water, "Wang Xuekang, you're done, I'm not willing to dismantle you, but I'll do it first. Why, do you think you don't have to pay for it if it breaks?"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm lying to you." Seeing that the person was really angry, he quickly comforted him: "I can still install it."

"Can it still be used on the installation?"

"Of course, if you give me the materials, I can build one myself." He rubbed his hands, took out the self-made gadgets he carried with him, and started assembling. After a while, a complete pager reappeared in front of the two of them. before.

"Try." Wang Xuekang said.

The two ran outside to find a phone and dialed the paging station, not to mention, it really worked.

"You're fine." Then the two looked at each other and smiled, and said at the same time: "Take it apart again."

"..."

"I don't understand, let's do it again."

"I still don't understand, reinstall."

"What's going on here?" Song Shiyu asked one after another. It was rare that Wang Xuekang was so fascinated by this little thing, and asked him over and over again.

This pager was bad luck. It was dismantled by two people no less than five times in one night. If the parts could make a sound, they would scream.

Every time after dismantling, the two of them had to go to the campus to find the phone again, to see if it could still be used, tossing back and forth non-stop, and both of them enjoyed it.

"If I have the material, I can pretend it myself." He uttered nonsense again.

"You're just an assembler, what's the principle behind it? How do you receive the signal? How do you show that you know?" Song Shiyu struck.

"You underestimate people, don't you? Anyway, I'm also the first brother of Tsinghua University Electronics. Who dares to say that I don't understand electronics?"

"I think it's the electronics that go crazy, and it lasts three years."

"It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, I'm your brother Wang! I'll definitely understand when I study it carefully."

"Well, I'll wait." The two men bickered while assembling, and suddenly their eyes went dark, and the power went out.

"I'm going, it's eleven o'clock, and I can't get into the dormitory!" Wang Xuekang wailed.

"It's over, we need to check the bedroom!" Song Shiyu exclaimed.

The two ran out at the same time, and as soon as they left the teaching building, they went their separate ways. One ran to the east gate, and the other ran to the south dormitory. Their speed could only be compared in a [-]-meter race.

The pager was left alone in the radio room, accompanied by a small screwdriver.

Song Shiyu took the pager back from the broadcasting room the next day, wondering where he could get some more money to buy a computer, but now he was very itchy for the computer, and couldn't help but want to go to the place where the computer was sold.

In the end, after looking at it, there was a problem, all of them were foreign products... At this time, he remembered that his previous camera and the pager he just bought were also foreign...

Computers are from foreign countries, pagers are from foreign technologies, cars are from foreign countries, airplanes are from foreign countries, ocean-going ships are from foreign countries, and all high-tech good things seem to have nothing to do with us...

He suddenly panicked and sad, what about us?Are we made in China?

Old man Li's words resounded in his mind again, not as good as others...

Song Shiyu is no longer the kid who thinks that clothes and quilts are great in the world. He hopes to be better and better, so that people look up to them instead of others.

Speaking of it, this is not a problem that he, a boy who is underage, should think about it, but his father's temperament in this matter, for some reason, is like the family, country, and world, and he treats the country as an outsider...

At this time, he didn't want to buy a computer anymore, and he was only thinking about where to find a breakthrough point to contribute a little bit of his own strength to make his already good country even better.

But his greatest specialty is being able to write a few big characters...

Suddenly very low.

This kind of emotion led him to go to the electronics that he didn't understand but liked very much, but he was listless.

It's all leftovers from other people's play...

"Hey, what's the matter with you? This is like an eggplant that has been beaten by frost. Why is it wilting?" Wang Xuekang was very surprised. Isn't this little guy as passionate and energetic as a chicken blood every day? What is going on today? up?

"Why is our technology so far behind others?"

"Historical reasons, don't you ask knowingly?"

"But, I feel uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. If I can learn this, I will go..."

"What are you doing? Engaging in scientific research? Haven't you heard a sentence? Those who engage in atomic | bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs. Those who engage in scientific research are poor, but they can't afford the pager in your hand."

"Aren't you an electronic madman? Why do you say such things!" Song Shiyu said angrily.

"I'm just stating a fact to you. Didn't I see that those who are engaged in scientific research still live in tube buildings, and those who do business live in bungalows? Anyway, I have dealt with these in my life, and I admit that I am poor. You still have big Don't miss this opportunity." Wang Xuekang patted him on the shoulder with a face full of generosity and sacrifice for the country.

"Who said that scientific research must be poor. Look at those who sell pagers. Isn't this researched by scientific researchers? Look at how much each of these small things sells for. Those patents should not be too valuable."

"You also know that it is a foreign country. The current situation of our country is like this. What can you do?"

"I don't understand it to you. If I can develop it myself, the first project will be to make a pager myself!"

"Hey, kid, don't dream about it. Our country's scientific research institutions are not decorations. It will be a matter of time before they are researched. Don't worry about it."

Song Shiyu didn't even want to talk to him, "Didn't you say that you could install one if you were given the materials? Now you're scared again?"

"But the core technology still has to be bought from others. As you said, I am an assembler."

"No ambition, I will call you an electronic coward from now on."

"Hey, I don't like listening to you talking like that. What kind of electronic coward, do you know how many things are contained in such a gadget? In addition to electronics, at least the most advanced computer science is required. How can one person make it? of."

"If you give you ten more people, you won't be able to get them out. I know, so you don't need to say anything."

"Hey, don't piss me off. If you can find a big guy in the computer department, it might be possible. Of course, the premise is that you have the equipment." He was not a coward, and immediately countered.

"Okay, you said it."

"I said!"