Undecided in the face, quantum mechanics [Wear the book]

Just as the students were sharpening their knives and wanting to denounce Ying Jianliao's Weibo, someone cut out the whole live broadcast of the show.

【Come, come, the devil is coming again!Come do the questions!Maybe it's the focus of this year's college entrance examination! ! 】

[Forced to chase "The God of Learning is Coming", it was the first time I watched a variety show and cried when I saw it, and cried while learning. 】

[The difficulty of this question is not bad, I just hope that Ying Jianliao will stop giving the questioner this time and provide ideas for the questioner, humble students beg. 】

I don't know if it was driven by the economic company and the program group behind it, but Ying Jianliao got out of the circle in such an inexplicable way with this attitude of killing Matt.

Discussions on the Internet are in full swing, and there is everything to talk about—but Ying Jianliao is ignorant of all this.

He himself was still at the recording site of the program, and he was called to continue recording the program without any potato chips.

Ying Jianliao finished the science part, the intermission was not long, and the recording continued.

The second half was the liberal arts section. Ying Jianliao decisively switched places with Chu Jue and sat on the side of the answer button.

Ying Jianliao knew in his heart that although he seemed to learn knowledge a little faster than some people, he was definitely not all-rounder, he... was partial to subjects.

And this subject is a bit serious.

Fortunately, I went to do research later.

On the contrary, his deadly enemy... seems to be an all-rounder.

Thinking of that person, Ying Jianliao couldn't help touching his nose, and quietly glanced at Chu Jue who was sitting beside him.

I really have a bad relationship with that person, even through a book, I can meet someone with a similarity of 99%.

What kind of evil fate is this.

Ying Jianliao pursed his lips——his relationship with that person lasted for a long time, and Murphy's law was fulfilled everywhere. Even after he returned to the country and went to the laboratory, he couldn't escape the big devil.

There was still Chu Jue's warmth on the stool, and he could look at Chu Jue's face when he turned sideways. Ying Jianliao couldn't help recalling some things that happened a long time ago.

The memory is blurry like swimming in water. It has only been a few days, but the previous things seem to have passed for a long time, so blurred that I have to try hard to recall them.

When I was a child, I liked to play tricks. On the surface, I studied very hard, but secretly played secretly, and I didn't dare to let my mother know.

At that time, I just met that person, and the relationship between the two was not bad, and I often skipped classes with that person.

Ying Jianliao smiled, his eyes shone with a thin light.

Then he sighed insignificantly, lowered his eyes, and shook his head.

My childhood memories are actually messy.

Because of his mother's work, he kept skipping grades. When others were still in elementary school, he had already entered and participated in national and international competitions; when others graduated from elementary school, he returned to China and entered the juvenile class; when others graduated from junior high school, he had already gone abroad. I have already gone to study at top on the other side of the ocean.

Perhaps because of skipping grades all the way and transferring schools, the contact with others has faded. Ying Jianliao said goodbye to too many encounters along the way.

——Except for the guy whose blood is surging just by mentioning his name.

That person, no matter how Ying Jianliao chooses a level, or even changes his major, he can still meet him.

God is also.

This "hate" who has haunted Ying Jianliao for many years is an Asian-European man with deep and three-dimensional facial features and a perfect figure. Ying Jianliao vaguely remembers that many people covet him.

Ying Jianliao remembered that when the two first met, he was almost deceived by that face.

That person's name was Beria.

This feeling is so good, Ying Jianliao thinks that this person's parents are very good at naming - after all, the big devil's character has been hanging on the top of that person's head for so many years.

It's really not in vain that when parents chose the name, they went to the temple to congratulate him.

But the big devil is always the big devil, even now Ying Jianliao still dare not recall any more about the later relationship with Beria, otherwise, within five seconds, his brain will hurt.

...He had been tortured out of Pavlovian conditioning by that person.

As for Beria's appearance... Ying Jianliao turned his head to look at Chu Jue, and moaned a few times in a low voice.

After all, he is of Asian-European mixed race, and that person's face is still barely reconcilable, and he can see it.

——Or he wouldn't have been fooled by that person's face at first.

Later, when I returned to China, I didn't expect Beria to return to China, and...

A trace of grief and indignation crept up on Ying Jianliao's face, and he turned to look at the face next to him accusingly, thinking of a bunch of dangerous thoughts in his mind.

"It's about to start."

The Great Demon King of Beria... No, it was Chu Jue's voice that brought Ying Jianliao back from memory to reality.

Ying Jianliao withdrew his hand embarrassingly, feeling in his heart that he might have been dazed just now, and wanted to try to pinch Chu Jue's face, to vent the hatred of being oppressed for so many years.

Ying Jianliao rubbed his head, took a deep breath, and didn't think about the previous things - anyway, he was already wearing a book, so remembering those, it's better to think about what to do after quitting the circle.

Ying Jianliao was afraid of being on the table, propped his chin with his hands, watched Chu Jue doing the questions intently, and followed them.

The topic is not a choice, but a big one. Ying Jianliao once wondered if the program group was trying to fill in the time.Ying Jianliao looked at the appreciation of modern literature on the big screen, blinked his grape stone eyes, his eyes were serious and confused.

The appreciating topic is very long, and in order to put it all on the projection, the words on the topic are very small. Ying Jianliao squinted hard and finally saw the topic clearly.

"In my back garden, I can see two trees outside the wall, one is a jujube tree, and the other is also a jujube tree." Appreciate the beauty of this sentence.

After reading the question, the smile on Ying Jianliao's face began to froze.

Ying Jianliao's language is extremely bad.

Not so good...the kind that doesn't even know how to spell pinyin.

Because I was abroad all the time when I was a child, and then I went back to China with my parents. Then I just started to speak Chinese, and soon after I entered the junior class, I went abroad again, and I didn’t return to China to work until I graduated.

The complicated educational background, coupled with the educational experience of skipping grades since childhood, led to Ying Jianliao's lack of Chinese education, let alone reading comprehension.

Among the liberal arts, Ying Jianliao's best thing is probably only language. Learning a few more languages ​​is for the convenience of reading literature.

After returning to China, Ying Jianliao was pestered by his niece to tutor Chinese reading comprehension, and only then did he realize that the Chinese questions in high school were so difficult.

Ying Jianliao really didn't quite understand those weird topics, he just felt that these things could only be understood but could not be expressed in words.

And the composition, he wanted to pull his hair out just looking at it.

Writing an argumentative essay... It's not too bad to ask him to tutor how to write an essay.

He didn't take the other liberal arts subjects a few times. Every time he crammed his feet before the exam, recited them frantically, relying purely on mechanical memory, without understanding the meaning at all.

Seeing this question, and looking at Chu Jue who was sitting beside him, Ying Jianliao felt a slight pain in his head and unconsciously pulled out his hair.

Before the hand touched the hair—a sudden resistance was felt.

His hand was gently lifted and removed from the top of his head.

Chu Jue's hands were not as cold as he looked - Ying Jianliao felt the warmth of the opponent's fingertips still remain on the back of his hand.

Ying Jianliao turned his head and looked at Chu Jue with an inexplicable expression.

Chu Jue looked calm, raised his head slightly, looked at the top of Ying Jianliao's head with light brown eyes, and said concisely: "Hair."

Ying Jianliao came to his senses - he had committed his bad habit of plucking his hair again.

I don't know when the habit of pulling my hair out at the beginning of entanglement was formed.

I can't think of an experimental idea, and I squeeze it out, and there is a problem with the experimental data... The head is connected to the hair, and the hair is squeezed out, and sometimes the inspiration really comes out.

But... how many colleagues have become bald because of this.

Ying Jianliao rubbed his head with lingering fears—fortunately, his hair was relatively strong before. After so many years of plucking, although the total amount has dropped slightly, he is still not bald.

Ying Jianliao looked in the mirror that day and looked at the well-maintained black and lush hair of the original owner, and made up his mind to get rid of this habit - but just now, he was careless and almost plucked it up again.

Ying Jianliao glanced at Chu Jue gratefully, feeling a little touched—Chu Jue took such good care of his hair and health.

Just when he was about to thank Chu Jue, the deep and pleasant voice from the opposite side sounded again, and he turned his face away: "Stupid hair."

Ying Jianliao pressed his hair, then touched his nose, and continued to turn his head to look at Lu Xun's golden sentence on the screen, falling into deep thought again.

——What kind of magical classification method is this?Are jujube trees and jujube trees the same species?

He felt that this was harder to understand than quantum mechanics.

At least, in the world of quantum mechanics, the cat is both dead and alive, and it is an ordinary superposition state, which will always collapse after observation.

But... Is this a jujube tree, or a jujube tree? He couldn't explain it logically.

This question is really difficult, so difficult that it is illogical.

Ying Jianliao saw the second sentence, "The night sky above is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life."

Ying Jianliao couldn't help it anymore, and started to complain, and rewritten in his mind - the topic of the reading above is strange and difficult, I have never seen such a strange and difficult topic in my life.

Ying Jianliao recalcitrantly read the title many times, and finally chose to give up.

He slumped on the table limply, his grape-like eyes drooped slightly, his eyelashes drooped and he fanned them accordingly.

This question, he really can't.

Ying Jianliao lay on the table, turned to look at Chu Jue, Chu Jue had already bowed his head and started writing the question.

Chu Jue's handwriting is very similar to his person's impression - good-looking, alienated, indifferent, with a strong character in every stroke.

Ying Jianliao turned sideways to look at Chu Jue, and felt as if he had traveled through time and space for a moment and saw that man working at his desk.

Huh uh...?

Why did you think of that person again?

Ying Jianliao frowned in distaste - bah bah bah, that's bad luck.

Quickly pooh.

Ying Jianliao shook his head and continued to watch Chu Jue do the questions.

The draft paper provided by the program group was neatly folded. Although the writing on the white paper was still as neat as a grid, the typo was only crossed out with a light slash. From a distance, it looked like one by one. small cube.

Ying Jianliao looked at Chu Jue's clothes. Today Chu Jue was wearing a white shirt. The sleeves were slightly rolled up a few times, but even the folds were symmetrical.

Thinking of the way Chu Jue looked at his hair just now...

Ying Jianliao's body trembled imperceptibly, as if he had discovered something serious by accident.

Chu Jue put down the pen, closed the pen cap, put it on the draft paper, and adjusted the boundary between the pen and the paper to be 90 degrees. Ying Jianliao looked at it in a daze.

After finishing all this, Chu Jue nodded to Ying Jianliao.

Seeing the slight smile on Chu Jue's face, Ying Jianliao shook his head as if waking up from a big dream, and slowly pulled away from his past memories.

He laughed at himself secretly in his heart—I was afraid that he was hallucinating just now, how could he think that Chu Jue would be that person.

There are too many people who look alike, and I am afraid that the shadow is too deep, and I will start to doubt when I see someone with a high degree of similarity.

Ying Jianliao denied his absurd and horrifying thoughts in his heart.

It can't be him.