Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

It was already 11:30 when Song Zui returned to the dormitory, Wu Zhen was half asleep on the bed watching the live broadcast of the game, Yin Zihan stayed overnight at the bar and did not come back.

He turned on the flashlight of his phone, took a cold shower in the bathroom in the dark, and came out wiping his hair with a towel.

The cold water droplets from the tip of the hair flowed down the forehead to the collarbone, Song Zui sneezed after wiping his hair, and hurriedly got into the warm bed.

He slept on the bed and closed his eyes, the sound of water in his ears finally disappeared, and just when he thought he could sleep peacefully, the cell phone next to his pillow rang.

He opened his eyes and saw A Ting's name, hesitated for a long time before answering the phone, the person on the phone asked frivolously, "Why did you leave suddenly?"

"It's not that I left suddenly, it's that you didn't hear me in the shower." Song Zui didn't even think about rebutting, "I said it before I left."

Although he didn't know why he had explained so much, and felt guilty that he had nowhere to put it, he still maintained a calm and rational tone until the other party clicked his tongue.

"The reaction was really great."

The usually quiet and indifferent boy hung up the phone with his backhand, but the water mist in the bathroom appeared again in his mind, and the extinguished screen seemed to be hot suddenly, and he subconsciously threw the hot phone off the bed.

Wu Zhen, who was watching the live broadcast with headphones on, was taken aback: "Something fell!"

"my phone."

Song Zui on the bed answered slowly.

Although the action of throwing the mobile phone was very chic, the boy got out of bed in the dark and picked up his own mobile phone, humbly checking whether the three-year-old mobile phone was broken.

The next day, Song Zui had a whole morning class. He cleaned up the things on the table, and Hou Quan, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and said, "Are you two going to sign up for the physics competition held by Yanda University?"

"Yan University held it?"

Wu Zhen looked at Song Zui. Although the physics department of Yanda University is not the best in the country, Yanda University is famous for being rich. I heard that Yan Zhao of the Yan family donated two laboratory buildings because his young son-in-law graduated this year, but It is conceivable that the bonus will not be small.

Hou Quan understood and introduced: "The special prize is 15 yuan, and you can also get the qualification for Yanda University's insurance research."

Although Yan University is one of the top two prestigious schools in terms of overall strength, Wu Zhen couldn't help but think about giving up Shanghai University and going to Yan University for physics. Didn't he join the national army in [-]?

However, he was moved when he heard the prize of 15 yuan, and made up his mind to take a seat first regardless of whether he could win the prize or not. He asked Xiang Song Zui, "Are you going to sign up too?"

Based on Wu Zhen's understanding of Song Zui, the young man has a very strong sense of economics, and he has to earn milk tea money to help him with his homework. He will definitely not miss this opportunity.

What's more important is that if Song Zui went, not to mention winning the special prize, it shouldn't be a big problem to win the third prize. He could stand out among the talented students of the same department and have the opportunity to be appreciated by the tutor.

What he didn't expect was that the boy who lowered his head to pack his things didn't look up and replied, "I'm not interested."

Wu Zhen was deeply surprised, he didn't understand why he missed such a good opportunity, and couldn't help but feel pity, while Song Zui put on his schoolbag and walked out: "I'm going to the library."

Song Zui walked and ate the unfinished bread for breakfast. He didn't want to sign up for the competition because he simply thought it was a waste of time.

He has more than 5 yuan in his hand, and he is sure to get the 8000 yuan national award next semester. He spends less than 1000 yuan a month, so there is no need to spend time earning money. Studying hard is more important than anything else.

Song Zui raised his eyebrows when he thought of the source of the 5 yuan. Sure enough, the easy money was written in the criminal law.

After eating the bread, he walked to the library on the mountain, and sat down by the window with his schoolbag. Reading is not a physical task for him, as long as he has a thermos, he can sit in the library for a day.

Calculation is what really consumes energy. He took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag and manually calculated the five-circle Feynman diagram.

The Feynman diagram was presented at the Pocono Conference in 1948. It uses graphics to intuitively reflect the interaction in field theory, and can write mathematical formulas based on the graphics to perform corresponding integral calculations, thereby obtaining corresponding probability amplitudes.

The higher the number of circles, the more complicated the calculation. This is not an easy calculation. Song Zui used half a draft paper.

While doing calculations, his phone rang. He glanced at A Ting's name and hesitated to answer it, worried that the other party would ask why he had such a big reaction last night.

It shouldn't be anything important.

Thinking of this, he turned off his phone without worry, and turned it on after finishing his studies. Five missed calls appeared on it.

Song Zui went to the door of the library and dialed back, but no one answered the phone, so he had no choice but to dial the number at the front desk of the hotel.

"Is the guest at No. 208 still there?"

It was still the aunt from yesterday who answered the phone: "I checked out in the morning. Aren't you two together? Why don't you even know this?"

Song Zui was stunned when he heard the word check out, and later realized that he promised Ating to inspect the house today, but he forgot about it.

Ating must have hoped for a place to live to call him so many times, but he turned off the phone and pretended not to see it.

Song Zui called back again, but no one answered. His lips were pursed. The other party might think that he regretted it, and quietly disappeared from his life.

This guess couldn't stop popping up in his mind, knowing that the probability of making a call was very low, maybe because of the temperature of those hands on his head, he still made the call.

"Sorry, your call has not been answered at the moment."

This is the fourth time he has dialed the number. Just as he was about to dial, a hand snatched his phone from behind: "Don't call."

Listening to the familiar voice, Song Zui turned around slowly, looked at the man's outstanding face, and his heart stopped for a while: "When did you come?"

"While calling."

"I'm sorry I was studying just now, so I didn't answer your call." He clutched his sleeve and said, "I didn't know you were waiting for me outside."

Song Zui originally thought that the other party would be angry, but the man said nothing slowly, and then he said in a low voice, "I didn't answer your call anyway."

There was a hard feeling in his chest, no wonder no one answered the phone call, he didn't know whether to say that the other party was narrow-minded or naive.

His eyes swept over the man, and he caught a glimpse of a wooden food box in his hand. The boy hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is this for me?"

"It's been cold for too long."

The man's tone was cold, but even so, Song Zui was still warm when he took the food box, which was enough to show that the other party was heating it up while waiting for him.

Opening the food box is a hearty lunch. Except for broccoli, he doesn't like to eat, other fish and shrimp are his favorite foods.

Different from the smoky stir-fries in the cafeteria, it exudes a strong fragrance, and the dishes are exquisitely crafted, like a delicate work of art. He did not expect that Ating's cooking skills are so good.

They sat on chairs and had lunch. The boy who only ate one piece of bread a day ate the contents of the food box in silence, and suddenly felt that the two of them were living a good life.

After Song Zui finished his meal, he quickly made an appointment with a rental agency. Although the agency charged a handling fee, the agency guaranteed that he could find a satisfactory house within one day.

The agent was a young man in his early twenties, and he smiled at everyone he met. When he arrived at the agreed place, he asked, "You want to rent a house on the edge of Shanghai University, right?"

Song Zui nodded.

"Shanghai University doesn't have too many houses, and the area around the school is very popular." The agent then changed his tone, "But you have found the right person when you come to me. I happen to have a few houses on hand."

Song Zui heard that it was a common language used by intermediaries, and said straight to the point: "Take us to have a look."

Although he doesn't want to spend time looking at the house, the risk of renting a house on the software is too great. Looking at the pictures, it looks like an industrial cold style, but when you look at the place, it looks like a Syrian refugee style.

The agent quickly took the two of them to an old community: "The house is on the third floor of Unit 10. There is a supermarket just outside this community. It's very convenient to walk [-] minutes to the vegetable market."

He Shanting frowned looking at the noisy flow of people in the neighborhood.

The agent noticed He Shanting's behavior: "Because it's an old community, all tenants live in it, and the people coming and going are indeed a bit chaotic, but each unit building has its own separate access control."

Walking downstairs to the unit, he swiped the access card, led the two of them to the outside of the rented house, and turned the key to open the door.

Inside the door is a small one-bedroom and one living room. The advantage is that the north-south orientation is bright and transparent. The agent keeps boasting about the advantages: "This house only costs [-] yuan a month."

When Song Zui heard the price of two thousand and eight, he couldn't help being absent-minded, but the agent said, "This is the cheapest price around, and the two-bedroom hardcover on the edge of Shanghai University costs [-]."

He began to carefully look at this one-bedroom and one-living room. There was no great advantage, but it was cheap. In the words of the intermediary, it was so cheap, why would I need a bicycle?

Song Zui felt that everything was pretty good, but the house was prepared for Ating, so he asked the man standing beside him, "Are you satisfied?"

The man spit out three words lightly.

"Not satisfied."

He had no choice but to ask the agent to change the place. The second house was next to the west gate of Shanghai University.

"This neighborhood is closer to Shanghai University than the previous one." The agent introduced as he walked, "The house is fully equipped with electrical appliances, except for a three-piece set of color TV, refrigerator, and air conditioner, as well as a microwave oven and an oven."

Song Zui was a little moved when he heard the oven. If there was an oven, he could make desserts. It's a pity that A Ting was indifferent to this suite, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

After looking at the four houses and the other party was not satisfied, he couldn't help asking: "What kind of house do you want to live in?"

He Shanting looked down at the curly-haired boy and said calmly, "My requirements are very low."

Song Zui breathed a sigh of relief when he heard these words, but before he let go of his breath, he heard the man say leisurely: "More than two hundred square meters, there is a special study room and exhibition room, and the furniture should not be made of wood under a hundred years old. The tableware in the cupboard only needs to be all porcelain."

The young man slowly put a question mark in his heart, this is... low requirements?It's too late to run now.