Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The sun at dusk does not shine on people, and casts warm yellow light on the transparent window. Song Zui can't read books in the dormitory, and silently recites what he has read in the library.

The cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly, and it was Ah Ting's call when he opened the screen. He was stunned for a while and went to the secluded staircase to answer the call.

"what are you doing?"

"Read a book."

Song Zui felt that his tone was a little too cold, so he held the phone and imitated the other person and asked, "Have you finished your business?"

"It's over." The man said leisurely, "I'm at the library door, come out."

The other party seemed certain that he was in the library. Song Zui didn't finish memorizing the book and didn't want to leave the library suitable for studying, but he still walked out of the library slowly under the urging of the phone.

He saw a man standing by the door holding a cup of milk tea, and he didn't know which guest gave it to him. The young man pursed his lips and asked, "Why haven't you left after finishing your business?"

"Leave immediately."

Hearing these words, Song Zui breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a slight sense of loss in his heart. The time we met each time was not too long, but five yuan is not too much to ask for.

He Shanting looked at the young man, and when he met Song Zui again, his expression was always quiet and peaceful, only when he was unhappy, he would press his lips tightly.

"I forgot to tell you this afternoon."

He Shanting raised his eyelids.

"say what?"

Song Zui raised his head when he heard the words, and in the afternoon Ating left without even confiscating the money.

Looking up from this angle, he happened to see the smooth and distinct jaw line of the other party. He was about to avoid his sight when the other party leaned over and handed him a cup of milk tea.

It turned out to be for myself.

There was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, before he could say anything, the man reached out and touched his head, his slender fingers stuck in his soft black hair.

"The kid looks really good today."

Song Zui actually doesn't like people touching his head. It's a pain in his life not to grow to 1.8 meters, but the other party will always bend down to look at him.

This made him not too disgusted when A Ting touched his head. He pursed his lips when he heard the last sentence, and tried his best to look calm and stuffed five yuan into the man's bag.

He Shanting clicked his tongue, with a rather flattered look on his face.

He is a little gold master who loves to listen to beautiful words.

Song Zui didn't know what He Shanting thought of him. He carefully opened the outer packaging of the milk tea, took a sip of the milk tea with the straw in his mouth, and narrowed his dark eyes.

Sweet.

After drinking milk tea, Song Zui returned to the dormitory from the library, and Wu Zhen finished club activities and played computer games in the dormitory.

"Are you reading books besides class?" Wu Zhen cast a curious look at him, "You can also go to some activities to meet new friends."

Since the beginning of school, he has never seen Song Zui get close to anyone. Speaking of which, Song Zui's temperament is not cold, and when you talk to him, you always answer in a gentle voice, but the boundaries between people are very clear.

Song Zui went back to the dormitory and sat on a chair. He still had a book on Qunlun to read today, and he hoped to finish it before the lights were turned off.

Hearing Wu Zhen's question, he tilted his head slightly.

He was also asked this question by A Ting, and just as he was about to nod his head, he saw the clothes in the closet, which seemed to still have the warmth of the other's hands.

To be precise, besides reading books in class, he also met A Ting. He suddenly realized that the other party played a large role in his life.

At this time his phone rang, and an unfamiliar number was dialed, Song Zui cautiously went to the balcony to answer the phone.

And Yin Zihan, who was training on and off the sports field, carried a bag of fruit on the table: "This is the fruit given by my teammates. Everyone can eat whatever they want. Don't be polite to me."

Wu Zhen felt that Yin Zihan was a different person after he came back from the hospital. He was about to reach for an apple, but Yin Zihan knocked his hand off.

"You can eat it if you are told to eat it. Do you know that this is for Brother Song? It will be your turn after Brother Song chooses."

"What about an apple?"

Wu Zhen put down the fruit and complained in a low voice. After not seeing him for a week, he still didn't like Yin Zihan. He suffocated at the thought of spending four years with such a person.

In the next second, Yin Zihan held the cut fruit in one hand, and opened the closed balcony door with the other.

After a day of sweltering heat, the balcony at night finally felt a little cooler, and the wind blowing from the river opened the night.

His tone was unbelievably soft: "Brother Song, do you want to eat some fruit in such hot weather——"

However, after finishing the words, he saw the young man holding the phone and turning his head, his dark pupils were indifferent, as if he was being watched by some canine animal at night.

Yin Zihan immediately shuddered, Song Zui's eyes were as indifferent as the beasts in the Colosseum, he quickly closed the balcony door, pretending he didn't see anything.

The balcony door was closed again, Song Zui turned his head while holding the mobile phone, the dark night was in front of him.

"Do you think you can get rid of me by going to the Shanghai stock market? I tell you it's a dream!" The voice on the phone was hoarse.

"If you don't give me 5 yuan this month, I will come to the Shanghai stock market to look for you, inch by inch, and tell everyone around you what you are. If you can't find me, go find someone named Xu."

"I broke up with him."

The boy's expression was suddenly indifferent.

"Break up? Do you know how rich his family is? Without him, how can you pay back the money? Do you think you have paid off what you owed our family in the past three years? I tell you don't even think about it, this month You must give me 5 yuan."

The young man seemed a little annoyed.

"Do you still want your life?"

His voice was extremely flat, as if he was just talking about eating and drinking, but the voice of the person on the phone was particularly frightened.

"Are you threatening me? My mother used to be so kind to you. She couldn't wake up in the hospital bed. Do you have the heart to watch her suffer in the hospital bed? Next month." The person on the phone softened, "Next time I want to see Qian, and I will never come to you again."

Song Zui pursed his lips in agreement, then hung up the phone, put one hand on the thin iron railing, and touched the jade pendant around his neck with the other.

He thought that by being admitted to a prestigious school, he could start a new life, get rid of the shadow of the past, study hard and work hard to live, but the past experience is still branded in his life.

Whenever he wants to live a good life, there will always be a voice telling him what qualifications you have to live a good life. He looked down at the white shirt on his body, and he still carried the mud after struggling in the mud for a long time, hoping that this was really the last time.

The night wind blew up the sunflower branches, and he carefully buried the flowers back in the shallow soil.

Song Zui washed his hands and returned to the dormitory. After turning off the lights, he didn't use his tablet to browse documents as usual, he started looking for part-time job information in the same city.

Among the part-time jobs for college students, tutoring has the highest hourly salary, but he is not good at dealing with children, and he works part-time in the library but the salary is low.

He doesn't seem to be satisfied with anything he looks at. What suits him most is to work on the construction site, just burying his head and working hard. Unfortunately, he doesn't have time to work all day.

Seeing that it was time to go to bed, Song Zui closed his eyes sleepily under the action of the biological clock, and decided to leave this question for tomorrow.

The next day they got up for morning class, and when they passed the bulletin board, a group of undergraduates surrounded him. He had never been interested in joining in the fun, so he didn't stop walking forward.

Wu Zhen squeezed into the crowd to take a look, and when he came back, he excitedly said to him: "The announcement said that there is an extra grant in the academy, and it is said that it is more than the grant received by the academy in a year."

Shanghai University has a tradition of donations from alumni. The funding received by the School of Economics every year can only be described as overwhelming, and the School of Physics is not as good as the School of Economics.

This time, I didn't expect that their college students would overwhelm the School of Economics. As a student of the School of Physics, Wu Zhen felt quite proud.

"yes."

Song Zui listened absently to Wu Zhen's words. After class, he was full of thoughts on how to earn 5 yuan. In the past, it was only a month's living expenses in Xu's family, but now it is far away.

Wu Zhen continued to talk: "This time, the college has specially introduced a reward system for undergraduates to publish papers. 5 yuan will be rewarded for publishing a core speech."

Because of the need to purchase expensive experimental equipment, the funding of the Institute has been scrambling. In the past, the core of the publication was just reimbursement of the page fee.

This time, the reward for scientific research of undergraduates was so great that a news spread like wildfire in the school, and everyone wondered if the principal's child had come to study in the school.

However, the reward has nothing to do with the vast majority of undergraduates. Graduation alone is very difficult. How can I have time to do scientific research? He subconsciously asked Song Zui: "Do you want to write a thesis?"

Song Zui's footsteps stopped.

If he can get 5 yuan, he can send money back to the Southwest, and he doesn't have to work part-time. He has to get a thesis award.

When Wu Zhen heard the boy hum, he couldn't help asking curiously, "What paper are you going to write?"

It was too early in the freshman year, and he hadn't even figured out the knowledge in the books. Most likely, he was writing a literature review, but he heard the boy say casually: "Field theory."

"Field theory?"

There was surprise in Wu Zhen's eyes. This is a sub-subject of mathematics, but he suddenly saw the young man's academic ambitions.

It is true that physics research does not require top mathematical skills, but top physicists are top mathematicians, and field theory happens to be the cornerstone of quantum field theory.

Quantum physics is a hot research direction at home and abroad, and it is also the difficulty of frontier physics. There are countless studies on the unification of macro and micro theories.

But he couldn't figure out what Song Zui was thinking, the young man had always read and studied quietly, as if the only thing in his life was study.

Song Zui remembered what Teacher Zhang said last time, turned around and walked towards the office. When the word A Ting appeared on the phone screen, he hesitated for a long time.

Finally, he answered the phone and said quickly: "I've been busy reading recently, I'll call you when I'm free, remember to put the things you don't want on the website, don't send them over."

The next second the phone was hung up.

He Shanting on the other side frowned while looking at the extinguished cell phone. Assistant Fang didn't know who would dare to hang up on He Shanting's phone.

He bite the bullet and said, "Principal Zhou and his wife called to say thank you for your assistance, and asked if I could send you cranberry biscuits."

"I'll get it when I have time."

A trace of surprise flashed across Assistant Fang's eyes. He always felt that He Shanting was extraordinarily polite in front of Principal Zhou and his wife, as if parents were inexplicably polite to their children's teachers.

He Shanting put his hand on the edge of the desk and tapped lightly, with a hint of thinking.

Obviously he was very satisfied with him the last time we met, but this time he wished he could not say a word, like a little fox that was finally hooked out of the trash can and shrank back, burying his head in the tattered book.

Song Zui hung up the phone and walked to Teacher Zhang's office. There were discussions about what to eat for lunch in the office, and two or three young teachers walked out of the office together.

Teacher Zhang was the only one left in the office. He hadn't figured out how to speak, but Teacher Zhang saw him and said, "Come in."

"Do you want to write a paper on group theory?"

Teacher Zhang turned on the computer and asked.

The young man nodded.

"Writing a thesis requires a lot of reading, standing on the shoulders of giants to see the world." Teacher Zhang outlined a long list of books for him, "These are the materials you need to read before writing the first draft, most of science and engineering are in English , if you have problems with English, you can use a translator."

"no problem."

Teacher Zhang laughed when he heard Song Zui's words. Freshmen who just came in as a freshman still underestimated the difficulty of reading documents.

Reading English literature is a problem that needs to be overcome. No matter how good English is, it is not as proficient as a native speaker. With the addition of a large number of professional vocabulary, it can be said to be a bible, and it is still a headache with the help of a translator.

After Song Zui left with the book list, he continued to read and write papers in front of the computer.

Under the promotion-or-leave system, young teachers are under great academic pressure. This is the last year of his employment period. If he cannot be promoted, he can only leave Shanghai University.

The boy didn't knock on his door for a whole week, and Teacher Zhang was not surprised. Group theory is too obscure for undergraduates, and juniors don't teach it too deeply in class.

It was not until the weekend that Song Zui knocked on the door of the office, and politely said to Teacher Zhang, "Hello, Teacher Zhang."

"Have you read the literature?"

Teacher Zhang asked casually.

The boy nodded.

"Does it look like Feili?"

"Not too much effort."

It seems that this young man has a good command of English. He glanced at the time on the wall and asked, "Besides the college entrance examination, have you been exposed to English before?"

"Passed IELTS TOEFL."

Teacher Zhang picked up the water glass and drank water: "How many points?"

"IELTS score eight."

"TOEFL [-]."

Hearing Song Zui's score, Mr. Zhang almost choked on the water, he was really surprised by the score.

If you have a good resume, you can apply for MIT. Even though Shanghai University is the best university in physics in China, there is still a big gap with MIT.

Teacher Zhang didn't let this regret be revealed in front of others, he thought for a while and said to Song Zui: "How about this, you go back and write out the first draft."

"It's normal to not be able to write a thesis for the first time. Don't have too much burden. When you can't write, sort out the literature."

But the next second he heard the boy speak softly.

"The first draft is also finished."

He was a little surprised, but it was still within the normal range, until he saw the boy's first draft, which didn't look like it was written by a freshman at all, and the direction of the argument was eye-catching.

In just one week, he handed over the first draft that was comparable to the final draft. Even he was impressed by this unfinished thesis. After reasonable modification, there is no problem with the core.

If it was a pity that Song Zui didn't go to MIT before, but when Mr. Zhang saw the first draft in the young man's hand, that regret suddenly disappeared without a trace. This is a person who is destined to leave his name in academics .

This may be the mixed flavor of academics. Despite the same amount of effort, the so-called genius is born with dazzling brilliance.

Teacher Zhang suppressed the sigh in his heart: "You go back first, if you have any questions, I will correct them for you, so don't rush to send them."

"why?"

"If this article is written well, it can be included in the core." Teacher Zhang persuaded him, "In short, you should go back first."

After Song Zui left the office, he walked to the library. He was used to sitting by the French windows on the first floor. This height would make him feel safe, but it was too hot in summer to dazzle his eyes.

And He Shanting held the cookie from the principal's wife in his hand, and glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows when he passed the library. The boy was sitting by the window reading a book, which was the safest distance from the exit.

Song Zui didn't notice the gaze of the people outside the window. He put his mobile phone on the table and opened the book after a while.

The two haven't seen each other since the last time, and the other party seems to have noticed his estrangement and didn't call again. It's not short of five yuan, but this week is too busy, and the relationship between the two is a little close.

He doesn't like to develop a relationship that is too close. The other party will always disappear in his life in various ways. He likes the nodding acquaintance who meets by chance.

Song Zui analyzed in his brain calmly, at this moment the phone on the desk rang, and he subconsciously connected it.

A man's voice came from the other side: "Have you finished reading?"

His brain froze for a moment, the other party's tone did not mean alienation at all, but was really waiting for him to finish his work, and after a while he whispered: "Not yet."

After a while.

"Stop reading."

Song Zui had never heard anyone say this to him before, before he could speak, he felt something thorny on his back, and he turned his head slowly.

Standing in the dazzling sunlight outside the window, the man with outstanding complexion had an indescribably wanton look on his mixed-race deep brows, and said to him loosely on the phone, "Look at me."