Chapter 29: The Young Body Is Truly Good

When he got home, Wang Xiaping prepared a full table of dishes, and Xu Shou had already come home early from work to help out.

Neither of them asked anything, letting Xu Qingzhou rest properly.

At six p.m., the fragrant meal was already on the Xu family’s dining table; Wang Xiaping ceremoniously opened a large bottle of Coca-Cola, and the whole family raised their glasses to celebrate.

The meal was enjoyed with great delight.

After eating, when everyone had put down their chopsticks, Xu Qingzhou looked at the elderly couple across from him, his expression uneasy: “Dad, Mom, about this exam—”

That expression made Xu Shouyun and Wang Xiaping’s hearts sink.

Xu Shouyun cleared his throat and said solemnly: “It’s fine. The Gaokao is just a small point on life’s journey—you’ll face many bigger things ahead.”

Down the hallway, you could already smell the distinctive odor of an internet cafe.

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Xu Shou joined the education army beside her, trying to show he was on her side: “Exactly, young people should be diligent.”

Studying Einstein’s A and B coefficients usually involves two methods: the first is using Fermi’s Golden Rule within the Schrödinger, Heisenberg, and interaction pictures of advanced quantum mechanics—this was the path Xu Qingzhou once took.

Xu Qingzhou, too lazy to go through the trouble, boiled some dumplings to fill his stomach, then returned to his room to write his paper.

Xu Qingzhou grabbed his phone, keys, and cash, and dashed out: “Mom and Dad, I’m going to hang out with Guo Ziye tonight—I won’t be back.”

Wang Xiaping feigned a swipe at Xu Qingzhou but ultimately didn’t hit him; she threw the dishcloth onto the table: “Now that the exam’s over, go wash the dishes.”

“It’s all your fault for spoiling him.”

He woke naturally at three p.m., having pulled an all-nighter; after catching up on sleep, his body didn’t feel the usual dizzy, about-to-drop-dead sensation—he was quite satisfied.

At least for now, he wouldn’t be going.

Xu Qingzhou didn’t waste words—he logged in.

Later on, even going to the internet cafe no longer felt the same.

Xu Qingzhou quickly found Guo Ziye; the guy moved fast—he’d already snagged two decent spots in a private room.

Xu Qingzhou pulled the curtains shut, lay on the bed, and sleep came over him.

University had its own computers; he’d only pulled one all-nighter with his roommate in his third year.

The headphones played the sound notifying Xu Qingzhou of a pentakill.

The second method begins from the classical Maxwell equations themselves.

Around five p.m., Xu Qingzhou finished and stood up to prepare dinner.

As for money—if he could become provincial top scorer, there’d be some scholarship, right?

Whoever uses it knows.

Xu Qingzhou wouldn’t turn 18 until July 5; Guo Ziye was three months younger. Management wasn’t strict yet—internet cafe staff could easily pull out a few ID cards to open a machine.

“Already ate. Come on, Mom, you’ve got to get to work—it’s almost nine.” Xu Qingzhou smiled, urging her.

Xu Qingzhou chuckled awkwardly and immediately promised: “I won’t go again. Where’s Dad? Did he go to work?”

Xu Qingzhou said leisurely: “Simply put, it’s Taolu , or mindset.”

He decided to try the second method, which involved a lot of calculations.

“Huh~”

“Trash, get a ticket!” Guo Ziye tossed his headphones and complained: “Zhouzi, you finally showed up—today there are so many little kids.”

When his wrist grew sore from writing, Xu Qingzhou suddenly thought he should buy a computer.

“That kid probably went to the internet cafe again,” Wang Xiaping grumbled.

“Damn, awesome!” Guo Ziye stared in shock: “Zhouzi, when did you get this good?”

Pulling an all-nighter gaming might be the only joy unique to youth.

“Young people staying up late once in a while isn’t a problem,” Xu Shou said helplessly, standing to clear the table.

“Xu Qingzhou, if I ever find out you’re pulling another all-nighter again, I’ll break your legs,” Wang Xiaping glared, threatening.

Xu Qingzhou’s lip twitched: “It’s the first day after the exam—do you have to be this realistic?”

He had already started his second paper: “A Classical Description of Einstein’s Coefficients in Quantum Optics.”

After washing the dishes, Xu Qingzhou received a message from Guo Ziye telling him to hurry out—if he was late, there might be no machines left today.

“Congratulations to the player at station 13 for a pentakill.” “Actually, whether it’s League or anything else, there’s a underlying logic—once you grasp it, you’re fine.”

For example, the previous paper used ten A4 pages; copying it out was a huge task; this one will be about fifteen pages.

“Pentakill!”

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Before, after pulling an all-nighter, his liver would tremble the next day, as if he might drop dead at any moment.

After having breakfast with Guo Ziye outside, Xu Qingzhou joked his way back home.

In truth, as you grow older, your obsession with games gradually fades; Xu Qingzhou went largely to recapture that old feeling.

It was already seven a.m.

He vaguely remembered Mom saying when she came home at noon that the food was in the fridge?

“Be careful!”

“Mm,” Wang Xiaping nodded grumpily, packing her bag, then turned back: “Did you eat breakfast?”

Walking in, he saw Wang Xiaping with a dark face.

“Yes, your dad and I don’t care how many points you get—we just want you to try your best,” Wang Xiaping added, smiling reassuringly.

Abstract: By applying classical statistical theory combined with the hypothesis of energy quantization, using Maxwell’s equations as the basis for electric and magnetic fields—this was the topic Xu Qingzhou thought of while studying Maxwell’s equations before the Gaokao, and had held onto until now.

He knew his parents didn’t ask because they feared pressuring him; if he didn’t give a clear answer, they’d remain anxious about it for the rest of this period.

The two of them queued for duo.

With the sound of the door closing, the house was empty.

Xu Qingzhou crossed two streets and slipped into a place called “Sanhe Internet Cafe.” As expected, the cafe was packed—mostly recent graduates who’d just finished the exam.

Watching the pale dawn break over the horizon, Xu Qingzhou exhaled, once again marveling at how good young bodies were—no wonder he used to be able to attend class the day after an all-nighter.

“Heh~ I’ve been serving you for half a year—what’s wrong with you washing a few dishes?”

The game’s graphics now were completely different from ten years later; Xu Qingzhou played two matches before gradually regaining his rhythm.

“Mom, I’m back,” Xu Qingzhou felt trouble coming.

And so Guo Ziye was crushed into existential doubt.

Xu Qingzhou smiled lightly and finished his earlier remark: “No problem—probably a bit higher than the third mock exam.”

“Just now in teamfight, your ultimate went straight to your grandma’s house—how dare you still blabber?” Guo Ziye had already started a match and was now arguing fiercely.

But Wang Xiaping wasn’t fooled; she glared: “You go too.”

“Brat, your expression just now—we thought you’d failed.”

“Damn, I’m crushed by you in studies, and now in gaming too? I won’t accept it—let’s do a solo!”

Wang Xiaping got home at 5:40 p.m.

Opening the door, he smelled the scent of cooking oil.

Did he walk into the wrong house?

Xu Shou sat in the main room drinking tea, his expression strange, glancing occasionally toward the kitchen.

(End of Chapter)