C position study, God chooses the way

Longtan Academy is the most special campus in Tiange No. [-] Middle School.

The architectural style here is different from the ones outside. There are curved water cups, small bridges and flowing water, and spring dawn on the embankment...a collection of modern and retro gardens.

Occasionally, you can see the intelligent robot responsible for maintaining the garden, and the security robot that follows the intelligent robot and is responsible for protecting the garden operation robot.

Zha Lang was blocked by Chu Baiyue and Zhu Mingcheng in the corner of the Fangcun Pavilion, facing the four flamboyant gilt characters of "teach students according to their aptitude" in the small teaching building, and reluctantly accepted his "fate".

Chu Baiyue's attitude seemed very good, she asked in a soft voice: "Zha Lang, is that 'Diophantus' Yi' you?"

Cha Lang took a deep breath: "It's me."

"Did you participate in the live battle last night with 'Leibniz doesn't understand functions'?"

Cha Lang nodded: "Yes."

"The Novice Village in Anhe City?"

Chu Baiyue raised her delicate brows slightly, as if she had found some interesting clues.

Cha Lang continued to nod submissively: "That's right."

Chu Baiyue read thoughtfully: "Zhu Mingcheng."

Zhu Mingcheng, who was carefully holding a draft cardboard according to his memory and trying to restore and depict the map of the Seven Years War on it, raised his head.He pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and replied, "What do you want?"

Chu Baiyue's eyes curved into two joyful arcs.

"I think, maybe we will meet that 'Leibniz doesn't understand functions' in next year's trials. Are you interested in going to him with me?"

Zhu Mingcheng thoughtfully put down the fountain pen in his hand.

His eyes rolled around, as if thinking of something, he asked back: "But monitor, have you forgotten that that person is also in Anhe."

Chu Yuebai fell silent for a moment.

Oh yes.

Mu Heng, the outstanding socialist flower, is also in Anhe, and he is also the Anhe No. [-] Middle School with the highest occurrence rate of master theories among all of them.

Thinking of this, Chu Baiyue immediately gasped as if she had a toothache.

If it wasn't necessary, she really didn't want to see Mu Heng.

Will be shown to death by this person.

Moreover, under the current known information conditions, if you want to become friends with "Leibniz doesn't understand functions", Mu Heng must have a greater advantage than them.

Of course, it does not rule out that "Leibniz doesn't understand functions" and others are not in Anhe, but just chose Anhe as the novice village where the account appeared.

But Mu Heng... It is impossible for him to let go of a person of this level. He will definitely find the right time to become friends with the other party after he understands the other party.

Even if there is no opportunity to throw coins, opportunities must be created.

Tsk, evil krypton gold player.

Chu Baiyue narrowed her eyes, and there were one or two early-blooming laurel dotted among the greenery everywhere.

Although the official team selection of the Mathematical League does not look at the relationship between players, the final decision of the national election is still in the hands of the boss and the coach.

This also means that in the case of the same results, players with better teamwork or better suited to the needs of the team will be left behind.

What a hassle.

……

Ke Han thought Mu Heng was crazy.

If Mu Heng's suggestion was to let him quit the game, why did he take him so seriously to supervise his studies?

Because of boredom?

Are you kidding me?

But until the day of the qualifiers, Mu Heng never urged Ke Han to study again.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was the one who proposed Ke Han to participate in the qualifying competition that the school finally decided to organize, and he also forgot that Yan Zhao, a classmate in the second class who was gradually becoming more and more arrogant.

The shade of the trees gradually deepened, and the sun was like fire.

The squad leader brought a few classmates in the back row who joined in the fun. They sat in the flower bed under the experimental building, looked at Ke Han, and took the math book in their hands to cheer him up.

Ke Han quickly retracted his gaze to avoid more intersections with mathematics.

He found out right away.

Mu Heng, who usually likes to join in the fun, is not here, and he is not with the students in Class [-].

why?

Ke Han felt a little uneasy.

But he didn't stop, and continued to move forward until he disappeared into the shadows inside the laboratory building.

Watching Ke Han disappear, the squad leader with a small flat head smiled and put down the math book. He turned around slowly and asked Ning Weiwu next to him, "Where's Mu Heng?"

Ning Weiwu shook his head.

"I called him before. He was the one who asked us to come over in the morning last night. When I came over at 08:30 this morning, he was not there."

Luo Keke grinned and shook his head, hooked Chen He who was rolling his eyes, and said directly: "Did our Boss Mu be tricked into the woods by some little girl and knocked down?"

The squad leader glanced at Rococo subtly with a smile on his face.

"Ke Ke, don't put your experience on a god like Mu Heng."

Ning Weiwu: "That's right, the boss won't take the blame."

Luo Keke stared, touched his shaggy chin, and snorted: "Everyone is human, and Boss Mu is also a human being. Where do you have the confidence that Boss Mu won't be cheated by a little girl?"

Holding the ancestral MP3 in his hand, Zhang Yida added: "It might be a boy from somewhere."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of gasping for air-conditioning with a toothache.

The class monitor stared at Zhang Yida, who was immersed in his own world, dumbfounded, and complained: "Zuo Da, what have you learned from Wen Qingqing recently? Why is it so strange?"

Zhang Yida raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth to the limit, and said with an unusually bright smile: "I don't think you want to know."

"Hey—I get it, I get it."

The squad leader waved his hands quickly, his hair trembling with some youthful whiteness, he seemed to know everything Zhang Yida learned from Wen Qingqing like the back of his hand.

"Having said that, it's been more than two weeks and we're about to switch places."

Chen He, who had been burying his head in writing the questions, finally spoke.

He pushed Rococo, who insisted on hooking up with him, and said directly: "Squad leader! I ask to stay away from Coco!"

In disbelief, Luo Keke put all his weight on Chen He's body, and grabbed his shoulder: "Hehe, Hehe, why are you like this? We have been at the same table for several months, do you want to give up? Shall I go?"

Chen He never expected that his name would be pronounced in such a goosebump manner in Rococo's mouth.

He was so frightened that he dropped all his homework on the ground, but the monitor next to him quickly picked it up.

"Fuck! Coco, would you like some morals?"

On the other side, Ning Weiwu helped Luo Keke to bully the math class representative together: "I hate it, you are only allowed to call someone Ke Ke Ke Ke, but they are not allowed to call you He He He He?"

The squad leader touched his elbow and felt that there were small bumps on it.

Even Zhang Yida took the MP3 and moved aside a little.

Chen He: "...No, Xiao Wu, I found that your thinking is not right. Rococo is called Rococo, but I, Chen He, am not called Chen Hehe—vomit."

Ning Weiwu walked around the squad leader and poked Chen He forcefully with his little finger.

"Damn ghost, Chen Hehe is so cute..."

The squad leader couldn't stand it anymore, he jumped up from the middle of the left and right pincers, and quickly escaped.

Only the three live treasures were left laughing together on the edge of the flower bed.

Standing next to him was Zhang Yida, who propped his chin and watched MP3, his painting style suddenly split into two worlds.

The squad leader stood still not far from the flower bed, looked up, and saw that the fluorescent lights in the selection examination room were already on.

He glanced at his watch, and sure enough, the exam had already started.

However, Mu Heng, who invited them over to cheer for Ke Han, still disappeared.

……

Yuhu Xiaojing Villa Group, No. 8 Manor Villa.

Mu Heng sat on the small nanmu sofa in the center of the living room with a look of lovelessness, surrounded by black-clothed bodyguards standing against the wall, and two parents who were nearly half a century old sat on the big sofa in front of him. The well-educated Secretary Qian was not far away, waiting for the arrangement with his head down.

Realistic version of three trials.

"Son, something is wrong with you."

Old Mr. Mu tapped the armrest of the big sofa with his fingers, and followed Mrs. Mu's eyes to look at Mu Heng who was in the center.

"Just say it straight, do you want to be like some unfilial son, not to inherit the family business, and go out to make waves in the world?"

Mu Heng: "I didn't..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Responsibility?" Madam Mu carefully pinched the handkerchief, and gently touched the corners of her eyes, with a look of pity.

Mu Heng: "I..."

Old Mr. Mu slapped the armrest of the sofa suddenly, and said with great anger: "I think you just want to be like that unfilial son! Do you think that if your wings are hardened, you can run around the world and do whatever you want? I told you You, Mu Heng, you are my son for a day, and you must inherit this family business!"

Mu Heng opened his mouth, hesitated for a tenth of a second, and closed his mouth again.

There is no room for him to speak here.

"You have to know that what you inherit is not only a family business, but also an important pivotal responsibility to create more jobs for this society and enhance the country's soft power." Mr. Mu stroked his thinning hair and sighed , "It is very important that we cannot let later people change the cornerstone of our business."

He paused: "Of course, I also like the feeling of making money."

Mu Heng: "I just want to participate in the math league."

Madam Mu's tears fell directly.

"That's what your brother said back then."

Mu Heng: "..."

Sooner or later, he's going to kill that bastard who made all the way out for those who came after him.

Old Mr. Mu: "Manman, don't mention that unfilial son, Hengheng doesn't have a brother like him!"

Mrs. Mu sang together: "He just went to participate in the biology league back then, but now he is catching butterflies in the [-] mountains, and he doesn't even go home."

The atmosphere in the living room is very family ethic.

Mu Heng's forehead was throbbing. He raised his hand, rubbed the center of his brow, and took a deep breath: "You should lock me up and reflect."