The real young master just wants to learn

That night, Xiang Huan didn't sleep all night.

Baidu's results told him that wearing a book has no other meaning than what he understands.

That is to say, transmigrating through books refers to people or objects passing through the world in the book, and it only has this meaning.

No wonder, Jiang Lin had written more self-criticisms than homework before, yet he wanted to say that this was his first self-criticism.

No wonder, Mingming Jiang Lin had such poor grades before, but he suddenly said that he was capable of doing scientific research.

No wonder, as the eldest of the family, he said that his birthday had not yet passed, even though the birthday of the second child in Jiang's family had already passed.

No wonder, he said at that time that he was 30 years old...

Also, the most difficult thing for him to accept is that he is so wise, martial, handsome, unrestrained and suave, so famous for a lifetime, but he turns out to be just a character in a novel?

The next morning, Xiang Huan waited for Shi Hao at the door of Shi Hao's dormitory as usual.

Shi Hao was shocked when he saw him, "My dear Brother Xiang, did you rob the bank last night?"

Xiang Huan shook his head listlessly, "No, it's just insomnia."

"Insomnia... lost all night?"

Xiang Huan nodded.

Shi Hao was a little worried, "I see that your mental state is not very good, why don't you take a morning off today and take a nap?"

Xiang Huan waved his hand, "It's not that empty, just stay up all night."

"I'm just a little annoyed."

"What's bothering you? It makes me happy to say it."

Xiang Huan frowned, and flew over with a knife look.

Shi Hao shrunk his neck and laughed dryly, "I mean, although I'm not very smart, I'm a fan of the authorities. Tell me what you find annoying. Maybe I, a bystander, can give you some advice."

Xiang Huanze's brows gradually relaxed, and he was silent for a while, when Shi Hao was going to use the excuse of being late to take back the question, he suddenly spoke.

"If you suddenly knew that the space you live in is just a book, and some people you come into contact with are just A, B, C, D in a story, what would you think?"

Shi Hao pondered for a while, "I don't have any ideas, just...Didn't Dante propose the theory of relativity, isn't there a theory of parallel universes in the theory of relativity, if the space we live in is a book, then in other people's life Maybe space is also a book.”

"The space we are in is a book, so maybe the other space is also a book..."

Xiang Huan touched his chin and nodded, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable he felt.

He murmured softly: "That's right, I am a person in a book in the eyes of others, so in my opinion, others may also be a person in a book."

Suddenly, he raised his hand and patted Shi Hao's shoulder vigorously, with an expression of approval on his face, "It's not bad, you Shi Hao, it's still useful at critical moments."

Shi Hao flicked the three bangs on his forehead proudly, "Hey! The word Dazhi Ruoyu was created just for me!"

"Well, isn't there a saying called 'I don't know the meaning of the song, and I am already the person in the song', replace the 'qu' with 'book', brother Xiang, when you are confused again in the future, think about this sentence That's it."

Xiang Huan sneered, "It's 'I don't know what the song is like when I first hear it, but I'm already in the song when I hear it'. Isn't this the way to use it?"

"Eh..." Shi Hao choked, "Oh, it's not the first day you know I'm not good at studying, you just need to know what I mean."

Xiang Huan nodded, "Okay, since you, a bystander, have given me some pointers, I'll give you a free science guide, listen up."

"The theory of relativity was not proposed by Dante, but Einstein. Also, the parallel universe is not in the theory of relativity. The theory of parallel universes is also called the theory of many worlds, and it was proposed by Hugh Everett III."

As he said that, he patted Shi Hao on the shoulder again, "Remember, next time you pretend to be 13 for someone else, don't say it wrong again, it's embarrassing."

After finishing speaking, he strode towards the stairs, "Hurry up, I don't have time to eat breakfast, go to the supermarket to buy something."

Shi Hao's old face turned red instantly, and he quickly followed Xiang Huanze's footsteps, "You laughed at me for being uneducated again, I want to break up with you!"

The moment of delay at the door made the two miss the breakfast time in the cafeteria, so they could only go to the supermarket to buy some bread and the like.

Xiang Huan took a piece of bread casually, then glanced at the oatmeal on the shelf next to him.

He thought for a while, took out his phone, clicked on Baidu, and entered in the search box: What breakfast is suitable for middle-aged and elderly people.

Baidu said: When people reach middle age, their body functions will degenerate. Breakfast should be rich in vitamins, protein, calcium, phosphorus and other substances, and eat less carbohydrates, fats and other substances.

Best with breakfast, such as: eggs, sugar-free soy milk, a small amount of steamed buns.

Xiang Huan thought for a while, put the bread and sausage in Shi Hao's hands, and hurriedly avoided him and said, "I have to leave beforehand, please help me take it to the classroom earlier, thank you."

After speaking, he rushed out of the supermarket.

Shi Hao looked at the breakfast in his hand, and wrinkled his face into the word "囧" where Xiang Huan left.

"???"

Xiang Huan rushed to the cafeteria, bought a boiled egg, a cup of sugar-free soy milk, and a steamed bun, and hurried into the classroom.

There are still 5 minutes before the morning self-study, the students in the class are almost here, and Jiang Lin is already sitting in the seat wearing earphones, looking at his posture, he should be reading a book.

Xiang Huan walked towards him and put eggs, soy milk and steamed buns on his table.

After putting it down earlier, he seemed to have thought of something, then reached out and broke half of the steamed bun on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, leaving only half for Jiang Lin.

Steamed buns are high in carbohydrates, and middle-aged and elderly people may not be able to digest them.

Jiang Lin slowly raised his head along the half of the steamed bun, seeing that it was him, the embarrassing episode last night flashed in his mind, and a trace of unnaturalness crossed his face.

"You are..."

"Early, I bought it for you."

Xiang Huan chewed the steamed buns and said, "These three combinations are suitable for you, a... person."

"Huh?" Jiang Lin pointed at himself, "I...which one?"

Xiang Huan tilted his head and muttered softly, "Your age."

But he spoke too softly, Jiang Lin didn't hear clearly.

He asked again, "What? I didn't hear you, please say it again."

Xiang Huanze said 'Oh', "I'll give you breakfast, just eat."

"Oh..." Jiang Lin scratched his hair, "Thank you, but I already had breakfast."

Xiang Huan was taken aback for a moment, and then tapped the table regretfully, "That's right, I should have asked you in advance, that's it, it's a heavy purchase."

"It's all right." Jiang Lin reached for breakfast, planning to put soy milk and eggs into the table hole, "There are more classes in the morning, so I can eat at ten o'clock."

As a big boy in the second year of high school, when he is growing up, it is normal to have a meal in the morning after breakfast.

However, in Xiang Huanze's eyes, this has become abnormal, because middle-aged and elderly people can't eat so much, and they will suffer from indigestion.

So, he snatched the soy milk and eggs from Jiang Lin's hands, and said, "If you have already eaten early, don't eat any more. Eating too much is not good for your health."

"Also, you can't eat at ten o'clock. You have to wait until noon to eat, you know? Otherwise, you won't be able to digest it."

After finishing speaking, he returned to his seat early with what he bought for Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin looked at his hands, looked at Huan Ze's back, looked at his hands again, and then asked a question from the depths of his soul.

"Is this person sick?"

Until noon.

This was the second time that Xiang Huanze went to lunch with Jiang Lin after the summary of the chemistry notes last time.

There are five of them again, Shi Hao is like a fifth person.

Along the way, Xiang Huan had been talking to Jiang Lin about the nutrition he had learned while cramming.

The reason why he went to eat with Jiang Lin and told him so much was because the food Jiang Lin ate didn't seem suitable for people of his age.

This little guy... Ah no, this big guy is too bad at taking care of himself, how can he be so willful at this age?

So, from now on, the younger students... no, the health of the older students will be guarded by him!

Finally arrived at the cafeteria, Jiang Lin quickly ran to line up for dinner, hoping to get rid of Xiang Huanze.

But when he turned around, seeing that Xiang Huanze was still following him like a dog's skin plaster, he rolled his eyes and resigned himself to putting on the earphones.

Jiang Lin's team was at the window selling braised pork rice, and the students in front of him had almost finished playing one after another, and it was his turn to play.

Just as he took out his campus card and was about to put it on the credit card machine, a force suddenly came from behind and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the window.

Xiang Huan dragged Jiang Lin to the clear soup noodle window that was most popular among middle-aged teachers, and gave him a bowl of clear soup noodles without any meat.

Jiang Lin finally couldn't take it anymore, "Xiang Huanze, I said you are sick?"

Xiang Huanze looked upright, and said to Jiang Lin earnestly: "I know that you will be unhappy if I don't let you eat your favorite food now, but good medicine tastes bad and is good for your disease. For your health, I can't eat it anymore Indulge your willfulness."

"From today on, I will supervise your diet, and it can no longer be the same as before."

"what?"

The dialog box on Jiang Lin's head appeared again, and Xiang Huanze had never seen so many question marks on his head.

With this situation, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled. Is there something wrong with what he did?

Jiang Lin let out a long breath and forced himself to face him calmly. He forced a smile and asked, "Can you tell me why you went crazy today? Did you know something? Or dreamed something? Or maybe your clever head is thinking... what's wrong with it?"

This reaction is not right.

Xiang Huan thought for a while, and asked without answering, "How old are you?"

"eighteen."

No, isn't it thirty?

No, no, it's also possible that he was afraid of being exposed, so he declared that he was eighteen.

But... Xiang Huan sized him up calmly, Jiang Lin in front of him really didn't look like he was 30 years old.

Oh, by the way, when he searched through the book yesterday, it seems that Baidu introduced two types, one is human wear, and the other is soul wear.

Jiang Lin is not a soul wearer, is it? !

possible!

Because before he saw Jiang Lin, he was talking about 30 years old in his heart, and this incident was a bit unbelievable, and his mind was a little messed up, so he subconsciously thought that Jiang Lin passed through with his 30-year-old body.

So now it seems that he may have made a mistake in judgment?

"Well, wait a minute."

Xiang Huan asked Jiang Lin to wait at the same spot, then walked away, and continued to ask Baidu: the most intuitive difference between a 30-year-old and a young man can be distinguished with the naked eye.

Baidu's answer: The most intuitive way to see it with the naked eye is to look at the skin. The skin of a 30-year-old person is very different from that of a [-]-year-old person. The best way to judge is to see if there are wrinkles.

After getting the answer, Xiang Huan put his phone up and walked back to the window.

Jiang Lin frowned and asked him, "What did you do?"

Xiang Huan didn't answer, but moved closer to him, looking at his face from a close distance.

The warm breath sprayed his face, Jiang Lin's body froze, his breathing stopped suddenly, and he couldn't speak fluently, "You, what are you doing?"

Xiang Huan didn't notice anything strange about him, he slowly backed away, all he could think about was: the collagen on this face really doesn't feel like thirty.

Under Jiang Lin's suspicious and vigilant eyes, Xiang Huan smiled and pulled him back to the braised pork rice window, "Let's go, little classmate, brother treats you to braised pork rice."

It doesn't matter, no matter how old they are, they are all his little classmates.