Chapter 4

The street was still the same street, the old residential area was still the same old residential area, except the sycamore trees were a size smaller and the infrastructure wasn't as complete.

Wutong Residential Area.

Walking along the familiar path to his front door, Xu Qingzhou suddenly felt a sense of nervousness, like a traveler returning home.

His 18-year-old parents~ Once, he had earned some money and wanted to buy them a new house, but the old couple was used to living in Wutong Residential Area and didn't go, saying they were saving it for Xu Qingzhou as a new home.

And he was stationed in Kyoto, seeing them only a few times a year. For two years, in order to squat on data, he didn't even go home for the New Year.

"Why are you standing there like a post? Are you a door god?" Just as Xu Qingzhou was feeling complex emotions, a woman shouted at the top of her lungs.

A familiar feeling... Looking at the middle-aged woman inside the window, Xu Qingzhou waved his hand, "I'm here."

The layout of the room had almost no changes. To the left of the entrance was the kitchen and dining table, and walking forward was the living room, with the sofa and coffee table.

"No."

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People in the field of physics have one greatest characteristic: they are very hardworking. Even without that one percent of talent, by relying on the remaining ninety-nine percent of effort, they can achieve the greatest success.

"Maybe." Xu Qingzhou echoed.

Very fortunately, Xu Qingzhou was the one who possessed that one percent of talent. Even so, after starting work, he still wished he could split 24 hours into two—library, laboratory, dormitory, a three-point line.

Xu 'Subway Old Man' Qing 'Meme' Zhou.

Wang Xiaping finished washing the pot, took off her apron, and urged: "What are you dazing for? The porridge is already cold."

Seeing Xu Qingzhou so certain, Wang Xiaping finally felt relieved, got up to collect the bowls, and said: "It's just the college entrance exam, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Reviewing immediately."

"What a pity, the national football team was just one step away from entering the World Cup." Xu Shouyun took a sip of tea, spat out the tea leaves, nodded again, and said: "Next time, if they work a bit harder, it should be possible."

After fiddling for two minutes, Xu Qingzhou clicked into the familiar QQ icon and entered his space.

Like a person with amnesia coming into contact with things they were once familiar with, related memories gradually revived.

The meat porridge had already been placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa to cool, and the TV was playing a replay of the Dynamo Kyiv vs. Valencia match.

April 7, 2014

After his mom finished nagging, she looked at Xu Qingzhou with a smile and said: "The porridge will be ready in a while, you go tidy up and take a shower."

He had posted two updates yesterday.

On the bedside table next to the windowsill was a pile of comics: "A-Shuai Collection", "Dragon Ball", "Wulong Yuan"... Oh, and a Changhong Sword belonging to the young hero Hongmao.

"Hmm." Xu Shouyun nodded, saying without looking back: "Your mom is in the kitchen."

"Got it." Xu Qingzhou nodded, got up, "It's already ten o'clock, you guys should rest early too."

Old-fashioned interface, old-fashioned software.

Without that one percent of talent, even if you put in ninety-nine percent of effort, it would most likely be a waste of time.

"Good shot!"

"Xu Qingzhou, what are you dawdling for? Go take a shower!" Wang Xiaping shouted from the doorway.

"Really not?" Wang Xiaping confirmed. She felt her son was a bit strange today.

"There was a scoring opportunity for Valencia just now, it's just that the striker is no good." Xu Shouyun sighed with regret.

Time passed minute by minute until Xu Shouyun knocked on the door to remind him to sleep.

In the mirror, the teenager was seventeen or eighteen, had abs when he inhaled, his face was still slightly immature, and he was at the age where he would be hungry 30 minutes after eating at 12 o'clock—everything was full of hope.

These were all carved into his underlying memories; touching a certain switch made them all surge up at once.

Xu Qingzhou smiled and nodded, sitting down beside Xu Shouyun. On the TV, the Valencia striker was taking a penalty kick.

On one side, a pile of textbooks for the three years of high school was stacked.

Bang~ The door was pushed open. Wang Xiaping stood at the door with a dark face, threatening, "If you play with your phone again, I'll confiscate it."

During his last physical exam, the doctor even said his body was like an overused machine.

Xu Qingzhou finished his shower, finished rubbing his underwear, and came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

【That's it, I'm tired】

"All you know is staring at that broken ball every day." His mom wiped her hands with her apron and walked out of the kitchen.

But in the era of modern physics, physical thinking took a leap, requiring intelligence and talent. On the sofa, a man about forty years old, thin and tall, wearing glasses, was sitting with his legs crossed watching the football match. Compared to ten years later, there were a few less white hairs on his temples.

【Green mountains, clear waters, small streams, emerald bamboo, my pursuit】

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"Dynamo's defense is very strong."

Reading "Looking at the mountains covered in red, the layers of forests dyed," he closed the book and silently recited it, finishing in one go.

Wang Xiaping nudged her husband with her arm, signaling him to ask about their son's situation. Xu Shouyun understood the meaning, nodded slightly, turned down the TV volume, looked at Xu Qingzhou, and asked: "Haven't encountered any problems at school recently, right?"

"You two father and son only know how to eat for free all day." Wang Xiaping complained helplessly, sitting down beside Xu Shouyun, accustomed to this scene.

The sound of scrubbing pots came from the kitchen.

Xu Qingzhou shrugged, returned to his room, sat at the desk, and opened his phone.

"The college entrance exam is like a marathon. You are now a long-distance runner on the path of academics. The finish line of this marathon is not the grade, but you becoming a better version of yourself." Xu Shouyun also said with a smile.

It was all cringey non-mainstream youth pain literature. Xu Qingzhou felt his scalp tingle and had goosebumps all over, quickly closing his space.

Xu Shouyun chuckled, wisely not replying.

Yo, it's still 4G internet.

"Qin Yuan Chun · Changsha"

In the 2014 World Cup Asian qualifiers, China entered the top 20, ranked third in the group, and did not enter the Brazil World Cup.

"No." Xu Qingzhou put down his bowl.

"Coming." Xu Qingzhou replied, holding the folded clothes on the bed and walking into the bathroom.

April 6, 2014

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

Xu Qingzhou took a deep breath, focusing his attention on reciting and memorizing.

Xu Qingzhou put down his phone, took out his Chinese textbook, and opened it.

Wang Xiaping turned back, urging him worriedly: "Don't play with your phone."

Stepping into the ten-plus-square-meter room, he could smell a thick scent of ink. On the wooden desk was a white phone, Coolpad.

Although from the era of classical physics starting with Newton to the end of the nineteenth century, the theories during that period were relatively easy to accept and understand. This era studied various physical phenomena, and as long as you spent time, you could understand them.

Xu Qingzhou's eyes suddenly felt a bit sore; he hadn't seen such a scene for many years.

Xu Qingzhou nodded in cooperation. The words he once found annoying in middle school now sounded exceptionally pleasant.

"Good." Xu Qingzhou felt very warm in his heart. During this period in the second semester of his senior year, he had gained more than ten pounds.

"Alright, go review. Don't stay up too late; health is the capital of revolution." Xu Shouyun held his teacup.

Xu Qingzhou was numb.

It's a pity that in the world of physics... what is needed is that one percent.

He carried his school bag into the bedroom.

【There is a maple forest in my heart (maple leaves), and the ground in the forest is covered with soft maple leaves...】

Seeing Xu Qingzhou start reading, Wang Xiaping nodded with satisfaction and gently closed the door.

Standing alone in the cold autumn, the Xiang River flowing north, at the head of Orange Island.

【Some things can only be done by one person. Some barriers can only be crossed by one person. Some roads can only be walked by one person.】

"You brat, you've learned to care about us. You taking good care of yourself is the best care for us." Wang Xiaping came out of the kitchen wiping her hands.

Xu Qingzhou drank his porridge and commented.

He realized it was 11:50.

Xu Qingzhou responded, tidied up simply, and went to bed.

The sound of the TV outside disappeared, obviously forcibly turned off by his mom, followed by a low, muffled conversation.

That night, he slept very peacefully.

(End of chapter)