Genius Girlfriend

Lin Zhixia has read a series of computer programming books such as "DiveintoPython", "ThinkinginJava", "C++ Primer", "ProgrammingMathematicsUsingMATLAB". When she was studying, she regarded programming language as an abstract expression of data collection and processing, just as she created a language to analyze physics when she was eight years old, and a "computer program" is similar to a toolkit for solving problems. .

The three books of "Compiling Principles", "Computer System Elements" and "Computer Architecture" made her rethink the topic of "virtual information and human interaction".

Lin Zhixia firmly believes that the "world" she perceives is not its true appearance. So, can computers have self-awareness? Can a computer describe its world?

On the first day of the second year of junior high school, Lin Zhixia's mind is full of "humans and computers." Although she was sitting in the classroom of the second (seventeenth) class of junior high school, her thoughts drifted far away.

Jiang Yubai asked her: "What are you thinking about?"

She whispered: "I'm thinking about how to build a virtual world."

Jiang Yubai reached into the drawer and found a notebook. There is a line of words on the front page of the notebook-communication and perception in learning and life. Jiang Yubai turned the page and wrote: What kind of virtual world?

Lin Zhixia immediately replied in words: the virtual world created by computers. Humans control all agreements.

Jiang Yubai thought for a while, then wrote: Can time be controlled?

Lin Zhixia fastened her cap and said aloud: "Einstein's special theory of relativity sets the speed of light unchanged. Even if the observer's frame of reference changes, the speed of light measured by observation is a constant value. Isn't this amazing? Narrow sense The curvature of space-time in the theory of relativity is zero. The curvature of space-time in general relativity is not zero. Space-time is in a curved state, and gravity comes from the curved space-time. The density of black holes is very high, the gravity is very strong, and even light cannot escape. There must be a huge difference between the concept of time, the concept of time on earth, and the concept of time in quantum... I think that'time' can be completely controlled. There are also some philosophical schools that think that'time' is a subjective concept."

Jiang Yubai just asked casually. He did not expect that Lin Zhixia mentioned Einstein's Theory of Relativity.

When Jiang Yubai was nine years old, as long as Lin Zhixia talked about physics and mathematics, he would be very at a loss. And now, he was eleven years old and he could understand her roughly.

Sure enough, God rewards hard work.

His hard work was not wasted.

He really grew up.

Teacher Zhang, the head teacher, was still talking on the podium. Teacher Zhang said with a smile: "Classmates, from today, you are all students in the second grade. In the past year, you have achieved very good results. I and you will make progress together and improve together. Let's Jiang Yubai, Lin Zhixia, Shen Shixuan, and Duan Qiyan in the class all won first prizes in the high-quality digital competition last year..."

He paused and emphasized: "This semester, Lin Zhixia will participate in the high school competition. We all give her applause and encouragement. Class 17 students, you have to stick to the road of the competition. I don't want to see any People are left behind! You are all good students out of a hundred!"

There was thunderous applause in the classroom of Class 17.

Lin Zhixia patted the desk with his left hand, opened the zipper of the school bag with his right hand, and took out a wooden box from it. The wooden box is about 14 cm long and 6 cm high, with a bow on the side and a red strawberry greeting card.

"This is the birthday present I prepared for you." Lin Zhixia said frankly.

Jiang Yubai took the wooden box, and Lin Zhixia smiled briskly: "Happy eleventh birthday, Jiang Yubai, congratulations on you being one year older."

Jiang Yubai had long been looking forward to Lin Zhixia's birthday present. However, when Lin Zhixia stuffed things into his hands, he did not show his excitement and excitement. He responded fairly reservedly: "Thank you, Lin Lin Lin Lin Zhi Xia."

This was the first time he took the initiative to call her "Lin Lin Lin Lin Lin Zhi Xia".

Lin Zhixia seemed to be happier, her beautiful eyes filled with bright brilliance.

Jiang Yubai picked up the strawberry greeting card, only to find that Lin Zhixia had written a poem for him. Every word in the verse seemed to jump in his heart. He surrendered to the breadth and depth of Chinese, admired the beauty of the flat and rhyming metric, savored the good wishes between the lines, and almost forgot that he still had a wooden box that had not been opened.

"Little wooden box," Lin Zhixia reminded, "you have a small wooden box."

Jiang Yubai put down the greeting card and gently opened the buckle of the box. The plain wooden box contained a miniature landscape, covering flowers, ponds, green trees, stone roads, and a small wooden house—this was a microscopic garden made by Lin Zhixia himself. He suspected that this exquisite handicraft took up Lin Zhixia's free time during a summer vacation.

He couldn’t help sticking out his fingers and rubbing the branches with his fingertips. Lin Zhixia introduced to the side: “I twisted the wire into a thin thread, brushed a layer of white latex, and sprinkled it with dark green plastic crumbs. It looks like a leaf."

How is this wooden house made? "Jiang Yu asked with white hair.

"My father has a toolbox," Lin Zhixia said honestly, "I have waste wood in my house."

She paused for a moment, and added: "My grandfather is a carpenter in the village, and my dad knows a little carpentry. My dad helped me cut the small wooden slats used to build the house. I built the house by myself."

After speaking, she nodded and confirmed: "Dad is a material supplier, and Lin Zhixia is the chief designer and chief architect."

Jiang Yubai closed the wooden box: "I will keep it properly."

"Okay." Lin Zhixia answered.

Later, she quietly said: "Leader Jiang Yubai, I discovered this garden on a new planet. Even if I leave the spacecraft to perform other tasks, please remember that my beliefs are in the garden. ."

Jiang Yubai held up the wooden box containing the garden, and said into the play: "Captain Lin Zhixia's belief is the most precious treasure in the universe."

Lin Zhixia grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands. Happy emotions gushing from the bottom of her heart, bursting into her chest like a rushing tide. She wanted to sing a song quietly for Jiang Yubai, but the teacher Zhang, the head teacher, suddenly knocked on the blackboard.

Teacher Zhang knocked more than ten times, and the class fell into silence, and no one dared to speak.

Teacher Zhang stepped off the stage, stood on the side of the first group, and announced: "At the end of September, our school will hold a 100-year anniversary. The predecessor of the Provincial No. 1 High School was a school established in 1906. In 2006, it happened to be The 100th anniversary of the establishment of the school. The principal attaches great importance to this school celebration, and every class in the junior high school must present a program."

Take out the show?

Does this mean to rehearse a show?

As the monitor of Class 17, Lin Zhixia would certainly not miss such important information. She immediately raised her head and looked at the head teacher intently.

The head teacher felt her gaze and immediately pronounced her name: "Lin Zhixia, although you are the monitor of our class, you will participate in the preliminary round of the National High School Maths League this month..."

Lin Zhixia stood up from her seat, with her hands behind her shoulders and said: "Mr. Zhang, I can organize classmates and prepare programs. The high school math league has no effect on me."

After Lin Zhixia talked about "the high school math league has no effect on me", all the students in the entire 17th class became dumb in an instant. Lin Zhixia has already won the first prize of the junior high school mathematics league. It seems that the first prize of the high school league will also be won by her.

The classmates looked up at Lin Zhixia's figure, and only felt that she was extremely powerful and tall, and her name was a myth in the junior high school.

Teacher Zhang was very kind to Lin Zhixia: "Okay, Lin Zhixia, you are free to control your time, and discuss with the art and sports committees in our class. Everyone will brainstorm together and put out a show together, including but not limited to sketches, dances, and dramas. , Instrumental ensemble."

The students were eager to try, and Teacher Zhang changed the conversation and suddenly warned: "You all have to remember two points. First, learning is your most important task. Don't let the program affect your learning progress. Second, The theme of the show must be positive and positive. Don't perform a "Hamlet", no one's face will be saved at that time. The 100th anniversary of the school must be lively and festive."

Lin Zhixia took the lead and promised: "No problem!"

After she shouted, the other classmates screamed, "No problem!"

Shen Jixuan couldn't help but said with emotion: "Squad leader Lin's prestige in our class is too high."

Shen Jixuan's seat was right in front of Jiang Yubai. As soon as Shen Jixuan expressed his opinion, Jiang Yubai immediately answered, "Is it a good thing that the class is cohesive?"

"It's a good thing," Shen Jixuan nodded slightly, "It's convenient to choose a program. As long as Lin Zhixia agrees, no one in the class will object."

Shen Jixuan’s deskmate Han Peng said, “It’s not possible. There are 36 people in our class. It’s hard to adjust, and we can’t let everyone perform on stage. Wait, there will definitely be people arguing.”

As soon as Han Peng said "arguing", Jiang Yubai couldn't help but looked at Duan Qiyan. In Jiang Yubai's eyes, Duan Qiyan is a irritable and enthusiastic classmate who loves to run wild. He may suggest that the whole class come with a "fast run" as a grand gift for the school celebration.

After the class meeting, as soon as Teacher Zhang stepped out of the classroom, the students ran to Lin Zhixia's seat. The crowd surrounded Lin Zhixia, and you offered advice and suggestions every word. The voices of the conversation were mixed, and Lin Zhixia heard them in the mist.

Cao Wu, the sports committee member of Class 17, suggested with a serious face: "Squad leader Lin, shall we organize boys to do pull-ups? Let's move the horizontal bar to the stage and play the background music "Men should be self-improvement". The boys in the class do pull-ups to the music. This program is so novel that no one in other classes can think of it. It is easy for us to prepare and rehearse."

Lin Zhixia voted vetoed: "Fixed horizontal bars on the stage are very troublesome. The program requires too much physical strength for boys, and girls have no chance to participate."

Cao Wu was like a veteran who had failed to speak, cringingly put his hands into his sleeves, and waited silently. Duan Qiyan happened to be standing next to Cao Wu. Duan Qiyan put his hand on Cao Wu's shoulder and actively said: "How about acting as a sketch? Teacher Zhang said that the school celebration should be lively and festive. What other show can be more lively and festive than the sketch? Let's follow According to the standards of the Spring Festival Gala, whoever can perform successfully is Zhao Benshan of our Provincial No. 1 Middle School."

The title of "Zhao Benshan Provincial No. 1 Middle School" is undoubtedly an honor. Whose family will it go to?

Duan Qiyan had some expectations in his heart.

Art commissioner Tang Tingting said: "What's the meaning of the sketch? The school celebration ceremony of the junior high school will be held in the provincial theater. Have you been to that theater? The extra large one has a large audience. You have a whole sketch, and the audience is sitting in the distance. I can’t even see your expression. Why not rehearse the dance together as the whole class!"

Tang Tingting is Duan Qiyan's primary school friend. But she has no respect for Duan Qiyan. She has forgotten the glorious history of the "First God of War".

When facing Lin Zhixia, Tang Tingting's attitude suddenly became much gentler. Tang Tingting raised her hands and patted her cheek with her palms. She was shy, shy and timid, and said, "Squad leader Lin, let's rehearse the dance. You stand in the lead, you are the cutest."

"Am I the cutest?" Lin Zhixia's tone was slightly questioning.

Tang Tingting backed down and said, "Then, or should I jump the lead?"

"What dance?" Jiang Yubai asked casually.

Jiang Yubai just turned eleven years old. But he has attended many banquets and watched performances by many artists. He was determined to make suggestions for Lin Zhixia and help her rehearse a program that would attract the attention of the audience.

But Lin Zhixia hasn't considered it yet. She is still hesitating in the sketch and dance. At this time, Tang Tingting raised her hand and asked, "Which kind of dance are the girls in our class good at? I can dance hip-hop, will anyone dance hip-hop with me?"

The seats are all quiet.

None of the girls in the second (seventeen) class said anything.

Even Lin Zhixia didn't know anything about dance.

Tang Tingting recognized reality in a trance. She took a back seat and remained silent.

"Instrumental ensemble?" Jiang Yubai asked sincerely, "Who has practiced violin, cello, or saxophone?"

Shen Jixuan replied lazily: "I can play the cello."

"Are you willing to play with me?" Jiang Yubai invited politely.

"No." Shen Jixuan rudely rejected him.

If Shen Jixuan is willing to play ensemble with Jiang Yubai, then the responsibility for the celebration of the second (seventeenth) class will fall entirely on the shoulders of Jiang Yubai and Shen Jixuan. Jiang Yubai believes that by doing so, he can help Lin Zhixia reduce the burden.

Lin Zhixia said: "Shen Shixuan doesn't want to play the cello. Jiang Yubai, I can't let you perform piano solo alone..."

"Why not?" Shen Jixuan chuckles.

Lin Zhixia explained rationally: "The Centennial Anniversary of the Provincial No. 1 Middle School is of great significance. It would be great if our whole class could participate. So, I think we can rehearse a sketch. I will put the whole class Thirty-six people are divided into four groups, including the script group, the props group, the actor group, and the director group. Everyone performs their duties and walks hand in hand. It will definitely bring an outstanding performance."

Jiang Yubai put on a sensible and objective tone: "Squad leader Lin is right. The whole class should have the opportunity to participate in the once-in-a-century school celebration. I support the setting of the program."

"I also support!" Shen Jixuan responded.

Duan Qiyan folded his arms: "Isn't this just my idea?"

"Fuck you," Han Peng retorted, "Squad Leader Lin spoke more in detail than you."

Lin Zhixia stopped Han Peng's quarrel with Duan Qiyan in time, and concluded: "Okay, no one opposes, so let's do it."