I met you back in 2000
Chapter 77 February 2001, 2 What Is Your Dream
Ever since my martial arts novel was accepted by Su Ze, he hasn't returned it to me, and it's so close to the end that I couldn't read it until my heart itch.On weekends, I went to the bookstore and begged him several times before he agreed to me, provided that he finished ten sets of math simulation papers for the senior high school entrance examination.
"How to do the senior high school entrance examination papers in the second year of junior high school, or do you want to do English? Twenty sets are not a problem." I bargained with Su Ze.
"Didn't you preview the mathematics of the third grade?"
The irony of his words is so obvious, I still remember the proof question in the first half of the semester.
No way, just do it.But after doing two sets, I suddenly understood a truth.At the beginning, there were so many students who repeated the college entrance examination, but very few were able to retake the entrance examination.So learning this thing has nothing to do with age.Even though I am 30 years old, I still stare at this junior high school math.
"I think mathematics is the most useless among so many subjects." I threw down my pen and was so angry that I wanted to tear up the paper, pointing to a corner problem and furiously said, "This is the 21st century and the era of intelligence. I can’t keep up with the computer, and I’m still on this line and surface every day, round, triangle and square. Pedantic!”
"The human brain can't keep up with the computer? Isn't the computer invented by the human brain?" Su Ze helped me pick up the pen and twitched the corner of his mouth. "There are still eight sets, pedantic human beings."
I had no choice but to continue to do the questions while scolding. I scolded all kinds of famous mathematicians, scientists, inventors and inventors in history, and finally I scolded Su Ze, which made him confused.Su Ze asked me not to scold him, he said that he could not become such a great person.
In fact, I have never understood why Su Ze chose to be an entrepreneur after returning to China in 14 years. With his influence in the mathematics world, there is nothing more than being a professor and doing research. The question of whether he died sooner or later.I once watched an interview about him, and the host raised the same question as me.Su Ze spoke bluntly to the camera, for money.
"What is your dream?" I asked Su Ze, which is the topic of this week's essay.
Su Ze stared at me for a long time, the greenness in his eyes slowly faded, "Be a rich man." He said.
I really didn't expect Su Ze to have such a high level of ideological consciousness at a young age. At least when he was his age, I was dreaming of selling shredded radish pancakes at a stall.
"Are you going to write the same in your composition?" I asked him.
"Oh."
"That's not waiting to get zero points, you have to write your dreams more noble."
Su Ze disdained, "Then what is your dream?"
Talk about dreams with a 30-year-old gay guy who has nothing to do?I glanced at the unreachable martial arts novel behind Su Ze and thought for a moment.My dream is probably similar to the hero in it, to sleep with all the men in the world while standing at the highest point of mankind.
"I don't have any dreams or hobbies. If I have to," I stared at Su Ze's flawless face and swallowed, "I like you."
Su Ze pursed his lips tightly, and it took him a long time to say, "No, you still like to eat."
"I don't have any dreams or hobbies. If I have to, I like to eat, you."
Before you finished your words, there was an extra book on my head with a slap.So I didn't do the remaining eight sets of papers, and I still finished reading the ending of the novel.
In the evening, Shi Qiang called out of nowhere and asked me what my dream was.I guess he was confused about how to write the composition, after all, some people don't need to have dreams in their whole life.
"Don't write anything like Ultraman saving the world, you won't shine." I advised him.
"That's right," Shi Qiang racked his brains on the phone, "Actually, I've always admired those street sweepers. They get up early and stay in obscurity every day, and they shine for this city."
I was eating at that time, and after listening to it, I sprayed the garlic leaves on my father's face.I didn’t even have time to hang up my daddy’s chopsticks, so I threw over my father’s chopsticks, and I started talking about my failure in math a while ago, cursing while beating, “You’re the only one with a brain that pays back to Huabei University, pays back to Huabei University…”
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Su Ze's Diary
20000. 9, 25
It was raining heavily in the evening, and I ran into him when I was going out to give him an umbrella. I asked him if he loves money very much, and his answer would become my lifelong pursuit.
"How to do the senior high school entrance examination papers in the second year of junior high school, or do you want to do English? Twenty sets are not a problem." I bargained with Su Ze.
"Didn't you preview the mathematics of the third grade?"
The irony of his words is so obvious, I still remember the proof question in the first half of the semester.
No way, just do it.But after doing two sets, I suddenly understood a truth.At the beginning, there were so many students who repeated the college entrance examination, but very few were able to retake the entrance examination.So learning this thing has nothing to do with age.Even though I am 30 years old, I still stare at this junior high school math.
"I think mathematics is the most useless among so many subjects." I threw down my pen and was so angry that I wanted to tear up the paper, pointing to a corner problem and furiously said, "This is the 21st century and the era of intelligence. I can’t keep up with the computer, and I’m still on this line and surface every day, round, triangle and square. Pedantic!”
"The human brain can't keep up with the computer? Isn't the computer invented by the human brain?" Su Ze helped me pick up the pen and twitched the corner of his mouth. "There are still eight sets, pedantic human beings."
I had no choice but to continue to do the questions while scolding. I scolded all kinds of famous mathematicians, scientists, inventors and inventors in history, and finally I scolded Su Ze, which made him confused.Su Ze asked me not to scold him, he said that he could not become such a great person.
In fact, I have never understood why Su Ze chose to be an entrepreneur after returning to China in 14 years. With his influence in the mathematics world, there is nothing more than being a professor and doing research. The question of whether he died sooner or later.I once watched an interview about him, and the host raised the same question as me.Su Ze spoke bluntly to the camera, for money.
"What is your dream?" I asked Su Ze, which is the topic of this week's essay.
Su Ze stared at me for a long time, the greenness in his eyes slowly faded, "Be a rich man." He said.
I really didn't expect Su Ze to have such a high level of ideological consciousness at a young age. At least when he was his age, I was dreaming of selling shredded radish pancakes at a stall.
"Are you going to write the same in your composition?" I asked him.
"Oh."
"That's not waiting to get zero points, you have to write your dreams more noble."
Su Ze disdained, "Then what is your dream?"
Talk about dreams with a 30-year-old gay guy who has nothing to do?I glanced at the unreachable martial arts novel behind Su Ze and thought for a moment.My dream is probably similar to the hero in it, to sleep with all the men in the world while standing at the highest point of mankind.
"I don't have any dreams or hobbies. If I have to," I stared at Su Ze's flawless face and swallowed, "I like you."
Su Ze pursed his lips tightly, and it took him a long time to say, "No, you still like to eat."
"I don't have any dreams or hobbies. If I have to, I like to eat, you."
Before you finished your words, there was an extra book on my head with a slap.So I didn't do the remaining eight sets of papers, and I still finished reading the ending of the novel.
In the evening, Shi Qiang called out of nowhere and asked me what my dream was.I guess he was confused about how to write the composition, after all, some people don't need to have dreams in their whole life.
"Don't write anything like Ultraman saving the world, you won't shine." I advised him.
"That's right," Shi Qiang racked his brains on the phone, "Actually, I've always admired those street sweepers. They get up early and stay in obscurity every day, and they shine for this city."
I was eating at that time, and after listening to it, I sprayed the garlic leaves on my father's face.I didn’t even have time to hang up my daddy’s chopsticks, so I threw over my father’s chopsticks, and I started talking about my failure in math a while ago, cursing while beating, “You’re the only one with a brain that pays back to Huabei University, pays back to Huabei University…”
------------
Su Ze's Diary
20000. 9, 25
It was raining heavily in the evening, and I ran into him when I was going out to give him an umbrella. I asked him if he loves money very much, and his answer would become my lifelong pursuit.
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