I just want to quit school

"Yan Xue, you don't have anyone you like."

Li Hua put his hands in his pockets, looking at the young man's clear eyes with a half-smile.

"Now." Yan Xue licked the corners of her lips, looked up at Li Hua, and her eyes under the black bangs suddenly became charming.

"Really?" Li Hua turned his head.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he took out the car key with his hand in the pocket of his trousers, and with a light press, the latest smart car parked in the administrative building came towards him like a sensor.

"Remote control?" A look of amazement flashed in Yan Xue's eyes. According to the actual level, the remote control of vehicles has reached the level of automatic driving and smart keys, but the control of car key induction driving is still a scientific research project that is yet to be developed.

[Not only that, the new car key is like a smartphone. When the car is stolen, it will send out a reminder. Even when the car explodes, it will trigger the self-explosion device through the network program. The key and the car will coexist and die. 】The Handbook of Science said that this interface is far more advanced than reality.

"Interesting, but no matter how advanced the technology is, the gap between the rich and the poor has never really been solved." Yan Xue chuckled, looked at Li Hua and shouted, "What are you doing driving? I'm not ready yet."

"Ready?" Li Hua shook his head, "The most thing you need to do is to drive." He handsomely opened the driver's door and started the car neatly.

Yan Xue blinked, but couldn't see clearly. He got into the car and asked the letter: "Take a good class, what does it mean to drive a car for no reason?"

[The professor of criminal psychology lives in the staff building of the old campus. When he is old, the school specially approves to teach in the lecture hall of the old campus. 】

The manuscript explained unhurriedly that the old campus of T University was sparsely populated, and the lecture hall was basically only used occasionally, and the original library was still in use as an archive room, which currently stored the student records of all students in the school.

"Oh, it seems... I have to go to the old campus to get the files after I drop out." Yan Xue frowned. The formalities are really inherently troublesome.

"You, sit down." Li Hua glanced at the time on the watch, tilted his head and blinked his left eye lightly at Yan Xue, and at the same time, his slender legs stepped on the gas pedal as if playing a trick.

The speed of the car soared, Yan Xue pursed his lips, he didn't like the feeling of being trapped in a corner, he opened the car window, and the paleness on his delicate cheeks slowly faded away.

"The time is just right, get out of the car." Li Hua straightened his short maroon hair that was blown by the wind, and put on his red baseball cap backwards.Looking at Yan Xue again, his expression was as usual, he didn't seem to be afraid of the speed of the car, but rather afraid of being bored in the carriage.

"Li Hua, let's go." Yan Xue walked forward calmly. Behind him, Li Hua looked at his back and then swept towards the airtight red sports car. His eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

claustrophobic... claustrophobic?

He turned the brim of his hat forward to hide the beautiful eyes, and the dangerous, somewhat childish playfulness in them.

Really, so interesting!

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The old campus is surrounded by ancient trees, and the lecture hall is surrounded by low bushes, giving it a sense of mystery without approaching.

Yan Xue's mood fluctuated slightly, and this feeling was completely destroyed when the two boys in the front row turned around after sitting down.

Gu Yu and Xu Ye were the two people Bu Yanxue didn't want to see the most.

Yan Xue's face was impeccable, but when the other party saw Li Hua sitting down with him, his expression of certainty turned into displeasure.

Rao is unhappy, but dare not attack.

Gu Yu was still gentle and elegant, and asked with a smile: "Yan Xue..." He glanced at Li Hua who was wearing earphones, and looked out the window, "...Why are you here for class?"

Xu Li on the side didn't say anything, he scratched his wine-red hair, impatience was clearly written on his tough facial features.

Just as Yan Xue was about to refute, his ears were suddenly covered by the earphones, followed by the rhythmic and bright piano sound, he turned his head to look at Li Hua, his delicate lips opened and closed gently, Yan Xue couldn't hear it, but understood up.

What Li Hua said was: "If I remember correctly, law majors do not take this course."

Gu Yu and Xu Ye's faces became unnatural. They really didn't have a class on criminal psychology, but they just wanted to seize the time when Yan Xue was alone and ask why this kid was going back on his promises?

Even if the PY deal was not negotiated, they were the only ones who said to stop. It was not up to Bu Yanxue to go back on his word, but Gu Yu and Xu Ye never dreamed that Li Hua, who had never attended a class since entering school, would walk into it in his lifetime. Classroom, and with Bu Yanxue.

"Ding... ding dong..." The piano music near the end is coming to an end, and Yan Xue can vaguely hear their voices, accompanied by the aftertaste of "Croatian Rhapsody", Li Hua's deep voice is even more magnetic, "It's time for class .”

Meaning: You can go.

"Li Hua, what the hell are you..."

"Xu Li!" Gu Yu grabbed his companion's hand, stopped his urge to curse, and walked out of the lecture hall before the teacher arrived, but Yan Xue had an intuition that this matter would not end so easily.

"Li Hua, thank you." He returned the earphones, but the other party laughed lightly and said, "Thank me for what?"

Yan Xue froze for a moment, not because she was asked, but because when the earphones were handed over, her fingertips touched Li Hua inadvertently, and she felt a tingling sensation like an electric current... It was slightly itchy, but it was more painful than the pain.

"Yan Xue, if you want to thank me for the earphones, you don't have to." Li Hua withdrew his hand and tilted his head to put on the earphones. "If you want to thank me for driving people away, you don't have to. I don't want to see them."

"Li Hua," Yan Xue stared at him with dark eyes, "you played it." The music in the earphones is almost the original "Croatian Rhapsody". The picture should be more cruel and depressing.

Art always shows people's hearts from the side.

"Yan Xue, maybe...you need me." Li Hua suddenly put his arms around the young man's shoulders and pulled him closer, "We are probably the same kind of person." The only one who can hear the difference and resonate with you is you .

"Li Hua, the French poet Jacques Rigaut said, don't forget that I can't see myself, and my role is limited to the one who looks in the mirror." Yan Xue gently pushed Li Hua's hand away, reflecting in his crystal clear eyes looking at each other.

The me you see is just the me I want you to see, the real me, even I can't see myself clearly.

Li Hua blinked, "The teacher is here."

Yan Xue looked forward, and the professor who walked in from the door was about 60 years old, unkempt, but his eyes were as calm as a hidden front.

Professor Song met Yan Xue's eyes and blinked meaningfully. Yan Xue was startled, and suddenly looked at Li Hua beside him, but saw that his face had become cold since Professor Song appeared, could it be?

"Everyone, thank you." Professor Song bent down and bowed, his eyes swept across Li Hua's face, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes quietly deepened.

Brat, didn't you say that you won't come to class even if you die?

"Okay." Professor Song looked away, stopped the applause and laughed, "Before class, I have a puzzle that I have been puzzled for a long time, and I want to discuss it with you."

The room was silent for a moment, and the students picked up their pens earnestly, waiting for Professor Song to speak and capturing information from his words.

"Suppose—" the hale and hearty old professor cleared his throat, "There is a smart car on site, you need to open it, but..."

He changed the subject, "Assume at the same time that there are a thousand keys hanging on ten walls, and each wall is divided into ten rows and ten columns, with different keys hanging on the combination of face, row and column. The only correct answer is only known to me. Of course, you can ask me three questions to find this key."

"So everyone here, how would you formulate these three questions?"

Silent.

Professor Song is an authority on criminal psychology, and not to mention his excellent dual intelligence, based on decades of experience in fighting criminals, it is impossible for them to get useful information from this "cunning and cunning" senior.

"Professor!" A boy with glasses raised his hand. He wrote the simplest cubic equation on the scratch paper. He was a little nervous because he thought it would not be so simple, but he couldn't help but want to prove himself. Perhaps the meaning of the professor this time is to not complicate things?

"Please speak." Professor Song nodded.

"Professor, the first question, what is the sum of row [x] column [y] serial numbers plus wall serial number [z]?"

"27." Professor Song chuckled.

"The second question, what is the sum of the row [x] column [y] serial numbers minus the wall serial number [z]?"

"7." Professor Song took the time to look at Li Hua. He and the teenagers around him seemed to have nothing to do with them. They didn't get involved at all, and they didn't seem to plan to get involved.

The smile in the corner of Professor Song's eyes deepened, and he motioned for the students wearing glasses to continue.

"The third question, what is the result of subtracting the row [x] column [y] serial numbers?" the boy asked confidently.

"1."

"Professor, the answer is (10, 9, 8)." He repeated, "The key hanging on the tenth wall, at the intersection of the ninth row and the eighth column, is the only key to open that car."

"Very good, classmate..." Professor Song motioned him to sit down, "I don't doubt your mathematical ability to solve equations, but this course is criminal psychology."

He paused, and then said, "I want to ask, how can you confirm...the answer I gave must be correct?"

In the future, you will face many criminals with high IQ and anti-social personality, and they... will not kindly remind you of right or wrong.

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x plus y plus z = ?

x plus yz = ?

xy=?

Solve x, y, z (the cubic equation that was introduced in high school, miss it)