Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The car was filled with the unending heat of summer, and Wu Zhen drank cold sour plum soup: "The retest will be at Yanda University next week, and I don't know if I can get a leave of absence."

"I heard from the senior that there will be a teacher leading the team." Hou Quan answered, "It is definitely no problem to approve the leave. The first test is so simple. I am more worried about the difficulty of the retest."

Generally speaking, physics competitions are divided into preliminary rounds, semi-finals, and national finals. This time, the competition organized by Yanda University is only divided into preliminary rounds and semi-finals. The difficulty of the semi-finals can be imagined. If you don’t perform well in the field last time, you will miss the prize money.

Listening to the discussion, Song Zui's eyes showed traces of thinking. At this time, his new mobile phone rang, and when he opened the screen, there were text messages from unfamiliar numbers.

Such an ex cannot stay.

A good ex should be dead.

Unqualified exes should be thrown in the trash.

Obviously from the copied content, how the title is so eye-catching, and earnestly argued that the dead predecessor is the good one, he was speechless.

He didn't know who sent the text message, it was probably a mass spam text message, so he turned off the screen in confusion.

The car drove towards Shanghai University on the road, Wu Zhen remembered that today is the day of the dormitory inspection, and asked the young man looking down at his phone: "Are you going back to the dormitory later?"

If Song Zui went back to the dormitory, he wouldn't have to go back. He still had a club activity to attend at seven o'clock.

"No."

Wu Zhen was not surprised to hear the negative answer. Song Zui went to the library every day except for class, and only went back to the dormitory when he was resting. He still had to go back for the inspection today.

Song Zui didn't know what Wu Zhen was thinking, he just wanted to go to the rented room and tell Ating that he had successfully passed the first test, and he reckoned that his ranking would not be too bad.

He Shanting raised his eyebrows after sending the text message, and continued to process the documents at hand, and when he was done, he picked up the food box and got on the car.

The driver used to ask: "Are you going to Shanghai University?"

He hummed and closed his eyes to rest. Song Zui was about to come back at this time, and when he was 200 meters away from Shanghai University, he opened his eyes: "Stop."

The driver immediately stopped the car on the side of the road and looked suspiciously at Mr. He, who is usually expensive, got out of the car and walked unpretentiously, still holding a food box in his hand.

He Shanting went upstairs to the unit, and opened the door with one hand holding the food box. No matter how many times he came here, he still thought the place was small.

He went in and put the food box on the table, and poured water on the rose. The man closed his eyes, but it didn't prevent him from marking his territory.

When Song Zui got out of the car and returned to the rental room, he opened the door and saw a table full of food, including baked lobster, steak and creamy soup.

Although he knew that A Ting could cook, but A Ting looked like a good-for-nothing beauty, his eyes showed deep surprise.

"Did you do all of this?"

"Otherwise who is it?"

He Shanting sat on the chair and raised his eyebrows a little. Since he ordered the servant to do it, of course it can be said that he did it, and there was no embarrassment in his words.

Song Zui pressed down and sat on the chair unexpectedly, tasted a piece of cheese wrapped in thick cheese, his eyes became bright, and took a sip of the sweet creamy soup, feeling that the fatigue in his body disappeared.

The man's eating movements were very elegant, cutting the food with a knife and fork without any haste, without making any sound.

This made Song Zui also relax his movements, and didn't talk during the meal, but couldn't help but think while eating the delicious baked lobster, A Ting's family is virtuous.

After eating, he cleared the dining table before he said, "Today I finished the preliminary exam. I don't know how difficult the re-examination is. I will spend more time at school reading this week."

"It's right to focus on learning." He Shanting raised his eyebrows on the chair, "Men will only delay your reading speed."

Song Zui silently thought that A Ting was very reasonable, but he always felt like a spam message style. He sat on the desk to study after clearing the dining table.

He is used to studying without distraction. This habit should have been developed in the Xu family, and he needs to stay focused amidst the servants' chatter.

Before he knew it, he studied for two hours, his eyes were a little sore, but there was still one last proof to complete, and a man's voice came from above.

"It's time to rest."

He responded perfunctorily and continued to read the book. In order to prevent the other party from taking the book in his hand, he changed the direction.

The next second, the lights in the living room went out and it was pitch black. He had to put down his book and look up: "Is there a power outage?"

The other party's tone was lazy, as if he was talking about a matter of course: "If you don't rest, I have to turn off the lights. If you continue like this, you will lose your eyesight."

Song Zui had no choice but to close his eyes and rest for an hour. When he rushed back to the dormitory, the lights had already been turned off, so he had no choice but to put down his reading and plan to go to bed.

He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose and couldn't help thinking, men really only delay the speed of reading, he began to miss his free time, when will A Ting be independent.

Xu Ning played in the bar for most of the night, and under the influence of alcohol, his emotions were suppressed in his heart, and it was already late at night when he returned to Xu's house.

Bai Wenqiu sat on the sofa and glanced at him without saying a word, apparently dissatisfied with his immediate departure in the afternoon.

If it had been changed, he would have coaxed Bai Wenqiu nicely before, but now he is really tired, Bai Wenqiu never considered his feelings, unlike when Song Zui was around and was quiet.

Xu Ning ignored Bai Wenqiu, smelled the smell of alcohol all over his body, took a shower, fell asleep on the bed, and the two faced each other coldly for a week.

Bai Wenqiu waited for a week but did not get Xu Ning's resignation. He suddenly panicked. The Bai family collapsed and his father went to prison. Xu Ning was the only one he could rely on. For this reason, he took a leave of absence from school and stayed in China.

He had no choice but to take the initiative to walk over and ask in a soft voice, "I heard from Leizi that you participated in the competition. Did you do well in the exam?"

As soon as Xu Ning got out of school, his temples jumped out when he heard the word "competition". Song Zui's mocking words for him were vivid in his memory, and he replied perfunctorily, "Not good."

Bai Wenqiu encouraged her to speak: "Have the results of the competition been announced? I believe that if you work hard, you will not be worse than others."

"How can I compare myself to others?"

When Xu Ning thought that the two students of Shanghai University had grown heads and their self-esteem seemed to be trampled on the ground, he didn't want to talk about this topic anymore and turned back to the room to play games.

Bai Wenqiu was very disappointed with Xu Ning's performance. He still wanted to rely on the Xu family to support the Bai family, but it seemed that he could not count on Xu Ning.

He went into the study to sort out the research materials, and after a while, he suddenly realized that Xu Ning's reaction was very strange, so he turned his face away when he asked about the game.

Bai Wenqiu has always believed in his intuition. He posted on the official website of the competition. This competition is more valuable than he imagined. The judges for the semi-finals include Yang Hongming, a master of physics.

He saw that the re-examination list had been released, and the order of the list was arranged according to the results of the preliminary examination. He clicked on the list to check the names of the finalists.

When he saw the first name on the list, he stood up in disbelief, because it was Song Zui's name.

In front of his eyes appeared the young man's slender face, no matter when he lowered his head, he did not dare to look up into anyone's eyes, except for the last one.

The name is followed by the name of the school. This contestant's school is Shanghai University, which is famous all over the country for its physics department.

Bai Wenqiu breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of the cowardly young man with low education, and couldn't connect with the proud man who was the number one in the preliminary round.

Probably just the same name.

Song Zui saw the semi-final list in the general physics class in the afternoon, and most of the people in the department entered. After class, this serious general physics teacher dragged on for a while.

"Our college will build a new particle physics laboratory to detect and study high-energy particles, conduct lhcb large-scale collider experiments and other particle experiments. At that time, undergraduates will also have the opportunity to observe the experiments."

As soon as Teacher Puwu's words fell, the classroom erupted in admiration. High-energy physics is not an ordinary waste of money. A large particle collider costs hundreds of billions.

Although Shanghai University can't build a large-scale particle collider, the investment in building such a laboratory will not be low. Yin Zihan, who is wearing a famous brand, can't help but say: "This is the real way to show off your wealth."

"It's not like Teacher Li's style."

Song Zui suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, Teacher Puwu on the podium immediately changed his tone.

"The school is already working hard to create a good learning environment for everyone. This time I will lead the team to Yanda for the semi-finals. Please understand the accommodation conditions."

"Which hotel?"

Someone down there is asking.

After Mr. Puwu said the name of the hotel, the quick-witted students had already found the photos of the hotel. It was a small dilapidated hotel from the previous year.

"This hotel can go directly to shooting ghost movies."

"Is this a famous university in China? Going all the way to Yanda for a competition, I'm afraid Yanda will think we came from the slums."

"Please put the word poverty on the public screen."

"Please put the word public screen on poverty."

The crowd was outraged, and Teacher Puwu had to appease everyone's emotions: "Students who are not satisfied with the accommodation conditions can also sign a letter of renunciation from the team and book a hotel near Yanda by themselves."

Wu Zhen was about to give up without even thinking about it. He couldn't live in this accommodation without money. He asked Song Zui who was sitting next to him: "Do you want to book a hotel yourself?"

"Bring me one."

Hou Quan, who was sitting in front, turned around.

Unexpectedly, the young man shook his head.

While everyone was busy handing out the letter of commitment to renounce joining the team, Song Zui packed his schoolbag and walked out of the unit building of Shanghai University.

He has very low requirements for living conditions, and he can live on the construction site for more than half a month. The hotel booked by the school is already a good accommodation condition for him. The most important thing is that he lives for free and does not cost money.

He opened the door and walked into the rental house. The man sat on the sofa and flipped through art magazines. He was wearing a simple white shirt, and his indifferent brows and eyes were slightly gentler. His gentle appearance did not show that he would violently turn off the lights.

The young man was sitting at the desk reading a book, one of them was reading a magazine and the other was reading a textbook. The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows seemed to blend into one.

Song Zui lowered his head lower and lower because his eyes felt a little uncomfortable. When he noticed the other party turned off the light, he immediately said, "I'm going to Yancheng to compete tomorrow."

He came here today mainly to talk about this matter, but for some reason, he forgot and read the book for a long time.

He Shanting listened quietly, and turned off the lights the next second unmoved.

Song Zui could only take a deep breath, rubbed his eyes to relax, and the man suddenly asked, "Have you booked a hotel yet?"

"The school booked it together." He lost his freedom to read in a muffled voice, "Because it's free, the accommodation conditions are relatively difficult. Others book hotels outside themselves."

The man said nothing.

The next day, Song Zui brought his luggage to the north entrance very early. He was the only student at the gate. Teacher Puwu was a little embarrassed: "There are not many students in the team."

Even though Song Zui knew that there were very few people in the team, he was still surprised by this Shaofa, he couldn't be the only one following the team.

Fortunately, there were three figures in front of him. Song Zui saw clearly that it was Wu Zhen and the others. He asked Wu Zhen suspiciously, "Didn't you submit the letter of commitment?"

"The school's cheapness is not for nothing." Wu Zhen joked, "It's impossible for you to take advantage of it alone."

Hou Quan also chimed in: "We haven't been to Yancheng, and having a teacher lead the team can save us the time of finding a place to study."

The school committee pointed to Hou Quan beside him: "I was dragged here by him."

Song Zui knew that they didn't want him to be left alone, he lowered his dark eyes, and a warmth suddenly flowed in his heart.

He thought he had really started a new life, came to the city he longed for, was admitted to a university he never thought of, and met a group of lovely people.

"One, two, three, four." Teacher Puwu counted the heads, "Okay, everyone is here, we can set off."

Although it only took two hours to fly from Shanghai to Yancheng, they still bought the high-speed rail with student discounts. After leaving the high-speed rail station, they took a bus to the hotel.

The hotel is more dilapidated than in the photos, with dim incandescent lamps hanging precariously from the ceiling, the counter has obvious yellow stains and a choking smell of cigarette smoke.

The sound insulation of the room is poor, and you can hear the sound of quarreling and throwing things upstairs. The man on the counter asked with a cigarette in his mouth, "[-] for the hourly room and [-] for the stay."

Song Zui frowned when he heard the noise upstairs, wondering if he could sleep at night, but unfortunately he didn't bring earplugs.

Teacher Puwu took out his ID card and said to the boss at the counter: "We reserved five rooms yesterday, here is my ID card."

He turned to the four students and said, "Take out your ID cards too, you need to scan and register for the dormitory."

Wu Zhen had never lived in such a dilapidated place, but he was too embarrassed to leave even after he came here. After scolding the hospital leader, he held his nose and took out his ID card.

Just as he was about to hand over his ID card to Teacher Puwu, the boss, smoking a cigarette, tapped on the keyboard for a while, looking at the information on the computer and questioning impatiently.

"You canceled the appointment yesterday, why are you here again today, don't come here to cheat the accommodation."

"How is this going?"

Hou Quan's voice revealed a bad premonition, but don't let the courtyard simply cancel their accommodation because they thought it was a waste of money to stay, where should they find a hotel this late at night.

Song Zui looked at Teacher Puwu, who was obviously panicked, sweating profusely, and suddenly he slapped himself on the head of Mediterranean Sea.

"Almost forgot to change the place!"

"Change place?" Wu Zhen said in a distrustful tone, "It can't be worse than this hotel, can it?"

The school committee member with the pink schoolbag on his back looked at the ceiling and complained softly, "If that's the case, I'd better not take the exam."

"I don't know about that either." Teacher Puwu didn't have the confidence to comfort her. "Yesterday, in the middle of the night, I suddenly called in the courtyard to say that I had changed hotels. It seemed that some important person had sponsored me. I woke up in the morning and forgot."

While several people were talking to each other, Song Zui, who was quiet in the crowd, said, "Let's go, it won't be worse than this hotel."

"What are you talking about, boy?"

The hotel owner put out the cigarette butt and stood up on the counter. The boy just gave him a cold look. Those beautiful red phoenix eyes did not have any warmth, they were eyes that had seen blood.

His body trembled, and he sat down immediately. He knew very well who could be provoked and who should not be provoked. Of course powerful people cannot be provoked, but those who risk their lives are the most dangerous.

From Wu Zhen's perspective, they could only see Song Zui turning his head, but no one noticed this scene.

Probably because people who don't talk much are particularly convincing when they speak, the group followed Song Zui out of the hotel, they boarded the car to the new hotel, too tired to speak.

When the car stopped at the luxury star hotel, everyone was stunned. Hou Quan pushed his thick cap glasses: "Is this really the hotel we are going to stay in tonight?"

Teacher Puwu confirmed the name of the hotel and nodded: "It's the hotel."

Wu Zhen was silent for a long while and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "We have met a Bodhisattva, right?"

Bodhisattva sat on the sofa in the rented room, looked at the empty room and lowered his eyes, feeling a little lonely suddenly.