Genius Girlfriend

As Deng Shasha expected, this year's final exam is not easy.

After finishing the last class, Deng Shasha was only half-sigh left. She walked back to the bedroom with vain steps, collapsed on the bed, and lamented: "I can't understand several questions in the "Mathematical Analysis" paper. How are you doing on the test?"

Lin Zhixia just bought a bottle of strawberry yogurt from the supermarket. She took a sip of yogurt and turned to look at Feng Yuan.

In order not to hurt Deng Shasha's fragile heart, Feng Yuan lied sincerely: "Mathematical Analysis is so difficult!"

Lin Zhixia immediately agreed: "It's so difficult!"

Deng Shasha questioned: "Xia Shen, you said it is difficult, am I going to die?"

Lin Zhixia looked at her hesitantly.

"Mathematical Analysis" seems to be a terrifying course, even Lin Zhixia can't describe it in words.

Deng Shasha was like falling into an ice cellar. Her hopes were shattered, and there was a feeling of being betrayed by mathematics. Her heart was filled with sourness, desolation, sadness, and helplessness—just like Wang Baochuan spent eighteen years in the cold kiln, only to find that Xue Pinggui had married another. Woman.

Deng Shasha was hit hard and said to herself: "For more than a month, I have been studying mathematics every day...What if "Mathematical Analysis" hangs?"

Lin Zhixia comforted her: "You can't hang up, I'll review it for you, and I promise you can pass!"

Feng Yuan said casually: "Don't think about it."

Only Yuan Wei took out a copy of "Working Procedures for Undergraduate Students to Retake Remediation" and solemnly handed it over to Deng Shasha. Deng Shasha burst into tears and was mentally prepared to retake this course.

On the day the test results came out, Deng Shasha and Yuan Wei were a little surprised. Their final grades are much better than they expected, and Deng Shasha doesn't have to retake "Mathematical Analysis".

Deng Shasha took out her phone, opened the address book, found "Lin Zhixia", and changed her remarks to "Xia Shen". If Lin Zhixia was too low-key, Deng Shasha would want to confess her.

A few days later, the name of "Xia Shen" was also spread in the professional QQ group. Lin Zhixia and several other big cattle students all got terrifying scores of perfect grade point in all subjects. For them, what is the full GPA of the college exam is their average grade.

Lin Zhixia still converges on her edge. She believes that the first year of the subject is relatively basic, in addition, any examination questions can not fully demonstrate a person's mathematical research skills. She encouraged Deng Shasha to look at the two things of "being able to do scientific research" and "being able to do topics" from a different perspective.

Lin Zhixia and her three roommates are studying in the "Information Science Department" of the School of Mathematics. This major is intended to cultivate cross-application talents in mathematics and computers.

Deng Shasha made it clear that sooner or later she would give up mathematical theory and switch to computer and software engineering. She believes that no matter how hard programming is, "Mathematical Analysis" is harder, and no matter how annoying the code is, "Analytic Geometry" is harder to trouble.

Lin Zhixia did not comment, but only encouraged Deng Shasha to move forward and insist on her own choice.

Lin Zhixia was very humble in front of her classmates, but as soon as she saw her mother, she couldn't wait to say: "Mom, Mom, I did very well in the final exam."

Winter vacation is approaching, and Lin Zhixia's mother made a special trip to Beijing to pick her up. The mother and daughter bought two train sleeper tickets, brought a suitcase, and set off on the way back to the provincial capital.

Lin Zhixia was very happy. She can finally go home.

She boarded the train happily, pulled the little penguin out of her bag, and sat in the lower bunk of the carriage in her arms.

The wheels of the train drove along the rails, and the wheels collided with the rails, producing a rhythmic "dang-dang-dang" sound. The strong aroma of instant noodles filled the entire carriage, like the lingering sound of a train.

It was almost noon, and a flight attendant was pushing a dining car to sell a box lunch. The box lunch was 20 yuan a piece, with some side dishes on the white rice, meat and vegetables were available, and it was steaming.

Lin Zhixia looked at the dining car quietly, and her mother said, "Come on."

The flight attendant asked: "Just one copy?"

Mom handed out a 20 yuan bill and said to Lin Zhixia: "Mom is not hungry, Xia Xia will eat first."

Lin Zhixia tilted her head. She also took out a 20 yuan and greeted the flight attendant: "Hello, please give me another box lunch, thank you."

Mother pulled the shredded hair from the sideburns to her ears, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Xiaxia, you can't mess with money if you have money. You have more rice and less vegetables. You can't finish it alone."

"Then I don't want you to eat my leftovers either." Lin Zhixia said directly. She could easily see through her mother's mind, so she felt a little embarrassed.

The unit price of the box lunch is 20 yuan, and my mother is only willing to buy one. Mother wanted Lin Zhixia to finish eating first, and then she would eat the leftover rice-just with vegetable oil and vegetable soup, she might be able to fill up her stomach.

When the train attendant left, Lin Zhixia couldn't help but whispered: "Why? Why did my mother save money like this? Almost all of the scholarship I earned was given to my family. I only kept less than 10,000 yuan. I will continue to make money. My senior can earn 156,000 yuan a year, and I will not be worse than him. You will wait for me for two more years, when I am older, sell patents, and make academic achievements... "

There were two boxes of lunch on the table, and no one moved their chopsticks. Mom sighed and said, "Xia Xia, mom helped you save the money you gave to mom. The money you earn is yours. No one can take it away. Your brother can't take it. You are still young, mom. I have to plan for you. Which city do you want to go to in the future and where to buy a house. If you stay in Beijing, how high is the consumption in Beijing?"

Beijing's housing prices are much more expensive than the provincial capital.

Lin Zhixia never considered the issue of settling down and relocating.

She thought about it for a moment, and said without shame: "I will definitely be a professor in the future. When I become a professor, I can live in the staff dormitory arranged by the school. The money I earn... has many uses. I want to be the best with me. Friends travel the world together."

"Xiaxia, you want a home," her mother said again, "you have to get married..."

Lin Zhixia interrupted: "No, these are not the only ways in life. For me, scientific research is the only way."

Mom opened a pair of bamboo chopsticks: "Hurry up and eat, the dishes are cold. Mom shouldn't tell you this, Xia Xia is still young."

Lin Zhixia lifted the lid of the box lunch with a sense of ritual, and all the negative emotions were wiped out. She slowly tasted today's lunch, still calculating her money-making plan in her heart. She has performed well in school this semester, and she will definitely have a lot of scholarships. She also has a paper related to quantum computing that is being revised repeatedly. If she can publish this paper this year, she will get an additional reward.

In short, Lin Zhixia will not be short of money.

She is full of confidence.

The train arrived in the provincial capital early the next morning.

Lin Zeqiu and his father came to the train station to pick up people.

The family of four who had been separated for half a year was reunited again, and my father's eyes were slightly red, always saying that Lin Zhixia has become thinner. Is the cafeteria not good? Are you often hungry in college?

Lin Zhixia reported a list of dishes. She made a thorough analysis: "The dishes in our university canteen are quite diverse. I like to eat Hainanese chicken rice and three-color diced fish rice. Our dormitory will gather outside every month."

"How is your roommate treating you?" Lin Zeqiu is most concerned about this issue.

"Very good," Lin Zhixia said, "They will take care of me."

Lin Zeqiu was holding Lin Zhixia's schoolbag in his left hand, and Lin Zhixia's suitcase in his right hand. He is a mobile luggage rack. He does not allow his parents and sister to carry any heavy objects. On the way home, Lin Zeqiu was reticent, far less enthusiastic than Lin Zhixia imagined.

Lin Zhixia couldn't guess Lin Zeqiu's thoughts.

Lin Zeqiu is a senior in high school. He has reached the age of eighteen. He has officially entered the world of adults. He and Lin Zhixia have not met for more than four months. Since Lin Zhixia was born, she has never And Lin Zeqiu spent such a long time apart.

When Lin Zhixia was at home, Lin Zeqiu often found her annoying.

Lin Zhixia suspected that Lin Zeqiu would miss her at first during the four months she went to university in Beijing. Later, he was happy and peaceful, leisurely and carefree, not to mention helping her with housework. When Lin Zhixia came home, Lin Zeqiu's good days came to an end, so he was reluctant to talk to Lin Zhixia.

It doesn't matter, Lin Zhixia thought, she understood her brother's territorial consciousness.

After entering the house, Lin Zhixia leaped into her bedroom like a bunny. Her room was cleaned up. The sheets, quilt cover, and pillowcases were all washed last night and dried this morning. They are still her favorite pink strawberry cotton style.

All the furnishings in the bedroom are intact, even the placement of them has not changed.

"Did brother help me clean up the room?" Lin Zhixia asked.

Lin Zeqiu stood at the door of her bedroom, still speechless. After a full minute, Lin Zeqiu said, "Like a dream, you are home."

Lin Zhi Xia Dian'er jumped in front of him: "Brother, have you dreamed of me?"

"I have dreamed many times," Lin Zeqiu's tone was rather impatient, "you caught me writing the test paper in my dream."

Lin Zhixia boasted and praised: "It turns out that I am so responsible. In my dream, I will urge you to study."

"That's not a good thing." Lin Zeqiu commented coldly.

"Why is it not a good thing?" Lin Zhixia sophistry with him, "Have you heard of the Hawthorne effect? ​​When a person receives extra attention, he will unknowingly become harder and his grades will rise."

It's been a long time since Lin Zeqiu and his sister took off. He missed every brother and sister bickering since childhood. Although he could not remember the content of the bickering, he remembered Lin Zhixia's appearance when she was a child. She was like a snow-white glutinous rice ball, a small ball, and she looked good and soft.

Lin Zeqiu stood by the door, his arm close to the door frame. He looked at Lin Zhixia and said to himself: "You have grown taller."

"I am 1.6 meters six three." Lin Zhixia said proudly. She asked him: "How tall is your brother?"

Lin Zeqiu replied blankly: "One meter eighty seven."

Lin Zhixia applauded: "Brother is so tall."

Lin Zeqiu touched her head: "Okay, I'm going to study, you can sleep for a while, eat shrimp dumplings and strawberries at noon. Tomorrow Dad will make beef scalpel noodles, and the beef is also ready..."

"Great," Lin Zhixia calculated, "Yes, brother, I will go to my friend and uncle's wedding the day after tomorrow. I can't eat at home the day after tomorrow. If their wedding has red eggs and brown sugar buns, I will bring you some come back."