C position study, God chooses the way

The five-year-old and three-year-old aunt hurried in from the outside with a big frying spoon, and said loudly: "What are you doing! Did you wash all the hot water?! The water bill costs a lot of money, you prodigal son!"

However, when Dialect's mother came to the side of the electric water heater, and relied on her junior high school knowledge to recognize the words, she found—"Prodigal boy! What nonsense are you talking about?! It made my mother come for nothing! Wash you Hot bath! If it gets hotter, do you want to take a bath with boiling water?!"

dialect:"……"

He stretched out his hand to touch the water column, and was stunned for a second.

Hot, as hot as before it cooled.

strangeness.

Dialect fucking walked away cursing.

At the same time, Dialect discovered——the water became ice cold again.

dialect:"……"

This fucking is really a ghost!

Fang Yan didn't dare to call his mother over again, gritted his teeth, and quickly rinsed it with cold water, and came out wrapped in a towel, his hair was still wet and dripping water, only to see that the water heater in his home showed that the temperature was normal.

Really outrageous.

Dialect did not give up and went to turn on the hot water again.

The result was still the same, icy cold.

He wanted to find someone, but the moment he left the jet of water spraying from his head, Fang Yan turned his head and saw scalding hot water splashing on the floor tiles, bubbling up steam.

Dialect looked like he had seen a ghost.

It wasn't until this time that he remembered that he seemed to have heard about this situation - from Li Tao's mouth.

So, is this a collective smart electric water heater strike?

Fang Yan scratched the back of his head, and he would know later that his mother had to take a bath too.

If his mother also encountered this kind of weird problem, then first of all, it can be ruled out that the "conspiracy" of the electric water heater is aimed at himself.

And if the electric water heater didn't work... Dialect squinted his eyes, and he went to Li Tao to ask for clarification.

At midnight, he finally confirmed that his own mother did not encounter the dialect that he had encountered. He picked up his mobile phone and prepared to contact Li Tao.

It's not a problem with the water heater itself.

What would that be?

【Sorry, baby should be sleeping at this time~】

Fang Yan looked at his mobile phone with a dazed expression and jumped out of the control pop-up window halfway through.

What do you mean?

It might be that he opened it in the wrong way. Dialect thought for a second, turned off the phone forcibly, and then turned it on again.

This time the pop-up window was even more ruthless, and it blocked the entire screen without even seeing the boot interface clearly, preventing all other operations of the dialect.

【Sleep well, you will have enough energy to study the next day~Master~】

dialect:"……"

It's a virus, it must be a virus.

Dialect picked up the phone without saying a word, and was about to go to the nearest phone film repair point in Hehuatan, but before he reached his door, the phone vibrated, and he received another text message—【Master ~Don’t bother~ There is no one near you who can deal with me~]

Dialect looked at his mobile phone almost aphasia, as if he knew "it" for the first time in his life.

"What the hell are you?"

In less than a second, a new message was displayed on the screen.

[I am the guardian of the world, and I am here to provide you with the most personal learning services. 】

Dialect stayed where he was and thought for a full [-] seconds before rummaging through the corner of his memory to find the fragment about "Zhongxiaobei".

AI No. [-], the operator of the "I Love Learning" application, is a cross-age existence born along with this learning application.

It’s just that it seemed to be questioned as an “artificial mental retardation” at one time, and eventually the information and news about “Zhongxiaobei” gradually faded from everyone’s sight.

Today, few people can think of the veteran artificial intelligence "Zhong Xiao Bei" of "I love learning", and more of them are the later updated version of the king of emoticons, artificial mentally retarded, and master of girlfriends "Little A".

Fang Yan looked at the messages on his phone and couldn't help scratching his head: "Why on earth did you control my phone?"

【Because the owner has opened the ultimate care mode for teenagers~】

"..."

Dialect: "Can I turn it off?"

[Impossible~ This time it is a forced mode~ But there is a way to temporarily relieve it~]

Dialect: "What way?"

【It's too late~ so you only need to complete five big math problems~】

Immediately afterwards, Dialect saw questions begin to appear on the screen, the first question: proof of sequence.

Dialect silently closed his eyes.

……

A drop of sweat fell on the cold marble floor.

Mu Heng finished the basic exercise before going to bed, got up, opened the door, and was about to go to the bathroom to wipe his face, but ran into Ms. Ke who was sneaking up again.

Ms. Ke held a half-cold rag in her hand, which was probably used to wipe the kitten's body and simulate a cat's tongue.

"Auntie, are you still asleep?"

Ms. Ke raised the rag in her hand at Mu Heng, lowered her voice and said, "The kitten is not easy to take care of, or it will die."

Mu Heng frowned: "Auntie, your body can't—"

Suddenly, Ms. Ke shook her head with great energy, and said, "No, I can't sleep well."

Mu Heng didn't speak any more.

He watched Ms. Ke walk into the kitchen and wash the rag with hot water from the kitchen.

It took a few seconds before he turned and walked to the bathroom.

"Whoa."

Watching the faucet turn on, a thought flashed across Mu Heng's mind.

He felt that, in fact, he could send the litter of kittens out and borrow a "nanny" to take care of them.

And it was a very coincidence that Mu Heng happened to have such a suitable "candidate" in his mind.

……

PAYM Center, West Eighth District Standard Time, nine o'clock in the morning, the first day of autumn training.

The members of the main selection training camp have already entered their preparation room and started warm-up activities, while several young people in the reserve team have just come out of their single room to welcome a new day.

Bayarova just came out of her room wearing a gothic sundress when she saw Hastings drinking morning tea on the glass balcony at the door.

Sleepy black tea.

Their captain is designed as a young gentleman with style.

But in fact... Bayarova chuckled, walked to Hastings and pulled out a white plastic chair to sit down, and said, "What? Our captain, what are you thinking?"

Hastings glanced at her, put down the teacup in his hand, got up and left and said, "You'd better hurry up, today is the first day of autumn training, you know Professor Modo's temper. I suggest You hurry up and eat breakfast and get ready as soon as possible."

When he said this, his tone changed, and he said subtly: "Otherwise... I think you know that PAYM has never been short of geniuses."

The black tea and the gold-painted bone china cup that had only been sipped were left on the table under the parasol, and fine ripples appeared on the surface of the clear and beautiful liquid.

Hastings greeted the center staff all the way with a smile, warm and approachable.

However, this smile suddenly turned into indifference after he entered the training room dedicated to the reserves.

He saw the record files neatly arranged on the desktop.

Now that autumn training has just started, where do things need to be recorded?

The New Mathematics Lovers Association in Fog City, Zero Time Zone will only start training tomorrow, and we can't get their information now.

Hastings walked over unsuspecting and picked up the folder from the table.

Then--

He saw the first line recorded inside:

[Unknown player to be determined: East Eighth District, ID nickname: Leibniz does not understand functions, known information: "Peak Competition" simulation degree is 73%, the last question, there is no difficulty in answering it alone...]

A lone genius?

……

After the night passed, Mu Heng woke up and fried two eggs for Ke Han.

The two went to school together.

Before entering the door, the two of them were caught by the old principal Ma standing at the door and saying hello to the students.

There are still unhealed needle holes on the back of Mu Heng's hand, which are somewhat obvious on the paler skin.

Principal Ma held the enamel cup and looked at Mu Heng with a smile: "Student Mu, I heard that you got into trouble with Teacher Xie again recently?"

Mu Heng shook his head and firmly denied: "How could it be? Teacher Ma, I am the most disciplined student."

Ke Han silently "hehe" beside him.

I don't know who pulled him over the wall the day before yesterday.

Principal Ma nodded slightly: "It's good to be disciplined, it's good to be disciplined... By the way, I heard that you didn't come to class all day yesterday. How is it? Are you in good health?"

Mu Heng smiled: "It's all right, thank you Teacher Ma."

Principal Ma asked Mu Heng to enter the school after a few questions. He was old and his back was a little stooped. Standing in the cool morning wind, he looked at the young man coming down the mountain with a smile on his face.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Mu Heng noticed something was wrong in the air.

The sound of reading is too loud and too neat.

Obviously, it is the kind of scene that will only appear after training.

Mu Heng looked around the classroom and found Teacher Xie sitting at the door basking in the sun.

He moved a wooden chair from his office and leaned against the wall of the last row of the classroom. Ning Weiwu stood up the book because of his presence, with a straight back, and he was reading hard.

Teacher Xie obviously also saw the appearance of Mu Heng and the others.

He glanced at it, and Mu Heng calmly walked to his side, and put down an extra-curricular book in his place.

Ke Han followed behind Mu Heng.

Teacher Xie looked at the two and said, "You two still know to come back?"

This is to "question guilt".

Deputy class leader Wen Qingqing took advantage of the fact that his fence was high enough and his position was concealed, so he turned his face away and mouthed Zhang Yida—dead ghost!

Zhang Yida: "..."

He dare not laugh.

Thanks boss is still here!Who the hell dares to laugh? !

Vicious, too vicious.

Mu Heng: "Teacher, I hung up the salt water yesterday."

Teacher Xie nodded, indicating that he knew about it.

He stood up and pulled his chair: "Is it better?"

Mu Heng: "It's much better, teacher, don't worry, the first place next time will still be our class."

"Okay." Teacher Xie picked up the chair and left.

Mu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

The dean didn't come to find them?

However, at this time, Boss Xie suddenly added: "Oh, I remembered."

He slapped his head: "By the way, Teacher Qiu told you to come and find him today, and he has to ask you to make up lessons."