Chapter 5

The next morning, Xu Qingzhou was woken up by the sound of a sharp alarm clock. Looking at the time, it was 6:20.

Morning self-study starts at 7:10.

He got up, pulled back the curtains, and orange sunlight spilled into the bedroom through the window.

Pushing the door out, his mom had already made breakfast: steamed buns and lean meat porridge.

Wang Xiaping works at the Street Office and is now a deputy director, so she has much more time than before.

After finishing breakfast and greeting his mom, Xu Qingzhou put on his clean school uniform and went out.

The weather was sunny, sunlight pierced through the sycamore trees and scattered on the ground. Occasionally, a few cars drove through the shade of the sycamore trees, the mottled sunlight refracting dazzling light. There were sparse pedestrians and students wearing school uniforms.

112 points.

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Song Yao.

The green light turned on.

But a boy's legs are longer after all. In just a few minutes, he had already disappeared from Song Yao's sight.

"I remember we finished the multiple-choice and fill-in-the-blank questions in the last period, and briefly talked about questions 15 and 16."

He could do these questions, but the problem-solving approach was still somewhat different from high school.

"Crackdown?" Xu Qingzhou raised his eyes and immediately understood Guo Ziyang's meaning. During this period, there were too many loopholes. The internet cafe's customers were basically underage students using temporary cards.

However, he quickly found a pretty back in the crowd—it was Song Yao—and immediately followed her toward the left side of the playground.

"Morning, Xu Qingzhou."

Seeing Xu Qingzhou enter, her peripheral vision froze for a moment, then she snorted coldly and became even more enthusiastic toward Zhang Yuquan. What made her even angrier was that Xu Qingzhou's expression was indifferent, and he returned to his seat as if nothing had happened. Zhang Yuquan spoke very gently and explained quite carefully.

Putting away the astonishment on her face, she hurriedly followed.

This guy... Song Yao pursed her lips and silently followed behind.

Xu Qingzhou waved his hand, feeling a bit ashamed—he recognized her, but couldn't call her by name.

Mathematics is the language of science and the foundation of all natural sciences. He used to specialize in the field of physics, so the data for his later research basically relied on the mathematical experts in his team.

The first and second periods in the morning were math classes. The teacher, Liao Hui, was a middle-aged man in his forties, not tall, with U-shaped hair loss, usually holding a transparent teacup.

"I just taught this kind of question, why are there still so many students who can't do it?"

Song Yao also saw Xu Qingzhou coming over, but what she didn't expect was that Xu Qingzhou had changed from his usual dullness, nodding to greet her, and then calmly standing beside her.

Truly pretty. Even having seen many beauties, Xu Qingzhou couldn't help but sigh—no wonder so many people pursued her.

【Therefore, I have sighs. The ancients' observation of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, plants and trees, insects and fish, birds and beasts, often had gains because their seeking and thinking were deep and omnipresent...】

The numbers on the traffic light were jumping: 15, 14, 13... Staring at the traffic light, Song Yao still kept her face stiff and expressionless, thinking about walking faster later to distance herself from Xu Qingzhou.

Liao Hui held the test paper and scratched his already sparse forehead, "Alright, question 17, let the function f(x) = log_{1/2}(x^2 - 4x + 5), set a = {x | f(x) ≥ log_{1/2}(a^2 - 2a - 3)}."

The loudspeaker was playing soothing music. Two students were holding breakfast, standing in the hallway eating, with vocabulary books on the outer wall ledge, reciting words while eating.

The classical Chinese he once found boring now inexplicably had a charm when read, and his heart calmed down.

He remembered that in the third year after they graduated, the hallways, balconies, and rooftops were all sealed with iron fences.

So good.

While walking, Xu Qingzhou suddenly noticed a familiar figure standing in front of the traffic light at the street corner.

Hmm? Just as Song Yao lifted her foot, she felt a breeze with the scent of soap blow by. By the time she reacted, the boy had already strode away.

Guo Ziyang lay on the table, waving his hand listlessly, saying: "Don't mention it, damn, encountered a crackdown, didn't get away."

Looking at the figure disappearing around the corner, Song Yao pursed her lips and slowed her pace, her pretty face a bit depressed. She... seemed to be a bit self-indulgent? 6:55 AM.

For example, for the last question, he first thought of L'Hôpital's Rule, first determining the value of the indeterminate form by taking the derivative of the numerator and denominator separately and then finding the limit. The solution method given by the test paper was simpler and easier to understand, but the steps were much more complex. A warm man must rank behind a dog. Xu Qingzhou sighed inwardly, sat down, and took out his Chinese textbook. He had just read "Travel to Mount Baochan" yesterday.

"Got caught, my dad went to pick me up, and I was educated until one o'clock when I got back. It's all the fault of that idiot internet cafe manager who locked the back door."

An indescribable feeling—it was just very steady?

Xu Qingzhou walked very fast, and the distance between the two was still widening.

For Xu Qingzhou, morning exercises were things from more than twenty years ago; he couldn't even find his own class's formation.

When Xu Qingzhou was in class before, he was always easily attracted by the reflection on Old Liao's forehead.

More and more people arrived, and the sound of recitation in the classroom intertwined, chaotic yet inexplicably reassuring.

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Looking at the familiar teaching buildings, playground, and cafeteria on campus... Xu Qingzhou was filled with emotion for a moment.

On the side, Guo Ziyang was propping up his head, hiding behind high books, drowsy.

The experience of being hit on and pursued by countless people made her very good at avoiding such scenes that might lead to gossip.

The two had already reached downstairs, and the football field, basketball court, and track were full of people.

Wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket, still tied in a simple high ponytail, her eyes were clear and pure, her skin was very fair, and her expression was cold—an ascetic high school girl. A few strands of fine hair fell on her forehead, and in the sunlight, the hair strands were glowing.

Xu Qingzhou didn't intend to get close.

There were already a dozen people in the classroom, some with their eyes closed reciting books, some sitting at their seats eating breakfast, and others chatting.

Perhaps those who open internet cafes basically have some means. When the police come for a crackdown, the internet cafe will get news in advance and evacuate underage people.

After class, Guo Ziyang was energetic again. On the way downstairs, he stared at Xu Qingzhou again and again, and asked suspiciously: "Qingzhou, you... you've been a bit off these two days... Could it be that love really can make people grow?"

Xu Qingzhou smiled lightly, noncommittal.

Zhang Yuxin had also arrived and was discussing physics problems with Zhang Yuquan.

"Did you go steal someone's chicken or touch someone's dog last night?" Xu Qingzhou asked without looking up.

The two were one in front and one behind, 5 meters apart.

Since I've been reborn, no serious person would do these kinds of things; career is the most important.

This time, perhaps I can start from the field of mathematics.

Two more minutes passed, and Guo Ziyang arrived. As soon as this guy reached the classroom, he collapsed in his seat.

Guo Ziyang cursed indignantly for a few sentences and began to look forward to the future: "Just persist for a few more months, it'll be fine once we get to university."

It's like a prison.

After the math class, it was time for morning exercises, and everyone went downstairs chattering.

Song Yao stepped into the classroom, her gaze sweeping over Xu Qingzhou, who was buried in his book, without a trace. She sat down in her seat, let out a breath, and took out her English book.

Xu Qingzhou took out a stack of math test papers. Liao Hui was talking about the first one, which was last month's quiz.

"Morning."

The first thing is to go through the problem-solving ideas for each high school subject.

Guo Ziyang was still pondering, followed Xu Qingzhou, peeked at his expression, nodded and said: "Love is great, I have to try it too."

"If you try that, you'll probably really die?" Xu Qingzhou's footsteps paused. He stopped, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly: "Fatty, take my advice. The age of ten or twenty is for poverty alleviation, not for getting out of being single. The water here is too deep, you can't grasp it."

After speaking, he walked toward the formation where Song Yao was standing. After walking a few steps, he retreated again, "By the way, which position was I standing in?"

This time Guo Ziyang was really persuaded.

Love can not only make people grow, but it can also make people become idiots.

(End of chapter)