Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

A group of people walked towards the hotel in deep shock, and the doorman of the hotel took their luggage into the lobby for them.

Teacher Puwu completed the check-in procedures at the front desk, and the staff bowed and handed over the room card with a thin tape while introducing it politely.

"The leisure area is on the [-]th floor, and the restaurant is on the [-]th floor. You can enjoy the buffet in the restaurant for free, or ring the bell in the room to let the waiter deliver the food. I hope the five of you can have a happy weekend."

Wu Zhen was still in disbelief after receiving the room card, but he touched his stomach when he heard the word restaurant and said, "Let's go to the restaurant to eat first."

"Agree with both hands."

The school committee agreed with holding the schoolbag.

Song Zui nodded, he was also hungry, he hadn't eaten anything from afternoon to night, and if he didn't eat any more, he doubted that he would die suddenly.

Several people reached a consensus, and they went straight to the restaurant on the twentieth floor without putting their luggage. Originally, he was worried about whether dinner would be served at this time, but his worries disappeared without a trace after entering the restaurant.

The restaurant displays food in the form of a buffet, from Yancheng's unique noodle tea to charcoal-grilled wagyu beef to seafood sashimi, all kinds of delicacies are available.

The group sat on the dining chairs with their favorite food, and Hou Quan ate Yancheng's unique noodle tea: "This is delicious with honey."

"Osmanthus cake is also good."

Song Zui squinted his eyes as he ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, the faint smell of sweet-scented osmanthus filled his mouth, he ate one piece after another.

Teacher Puwu brought a plate of hot spring egg and beef rice. Maybe as a teacher, he was too embarrassed to enjoy the food, so he posted a sentence in the group that he didn't follow the team to pay attention to rest and take the exam.

Suddenly, someone in the group asked curiously.

[Second class Nie Yihan] No one is really following the team, is it?

[Class One Quan Yang] Good guy direct ghost movie one-day tour

[Class 200 Wang Zhe] Probably not. Wouldn’t it be nice to spend [-] yuan to book a hotel by yourself?Yancheng special breakfast is also provided in the morning

Hou Quan looked at the news on the screen and couldn't help but took a panoramic view of the restaurant, saying that this is the treatment of the team. The group was shocked and silent for a long time, so envious that they wanted to come here overnight.

[Xu Songquan from class three] This is a bit too much at night!

[Yin Zihan] Look at the name, this is the best hotel in Yancheng!Assets in He's name

[Class [-] Wang Zhe] I'm an idiot to book a hotel by myself

【Yiban Yuzhou】Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Wu Zhen didn't speak in the group, because he ate three plates of king crab in a row, and he was paralyzed on the dining chair and couldn't move, but he still had a glass of prune juice in his hand.

In the group, they heard that someone sponsored them and said they were lucky. Speaking of being able to stay in such a good hotel this time, it was because he didn't want to be alone with Song Zui. Song Zui was the one who was really lucky.

"Thanks for following you this time."

Wu Zhen held up the prune juice and spoke sincerely.

"Otherwise, I will stay in an express hotel."

The hard-working school committee nodded with the crab legs.

Song Zui clinked glasses without paying attention. Considering that he had an exam tomorrow, he didn't eat too much, so he wiped his mouth with a tissue and got up to leave.

After saying goodbye to everyone, he pulled the suitcase and left the restaurant. Behind him came the voice of Puwu teacher's earnest advice: "Take a good exam tomorrow."

He hummed and took the elevator to his room, swiped the room card on the sensor and pushed the door open, and the wheels of the suitcase rolled on the carpet with a muffled sound.

The room is located on the top floor of the hotel, the window view is quite beautiful, and the whole brightly lit Yancheng can be seen at a glance, as if there is no dark corner.

The night in Shannan is always dark, the young man lowered his eyes and stood by the window for a long time.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the bed rang, and he swiped open the screen slowly, it was A Ting's phone.

He patiently waited for the other party to speak, but there was silence on the other side of the phone, and he suppressed the doubts in his heart to break the deadlock.

"I'm at the hotel. I'm going to read a book and have a rest. Don't play with your phone, go to bed early."

After Song Zui finished speaking, he turned off the phone, and suddenly the phone rang again.

He didn't understand what was going on with the other party. He seemed to be just listening to his voice. He realized that the other party might be living alone in a rental house and was not happy. He usually did his homework in the house at this time.

He thought about turning on the camera, and sent an invitation for a video call. The next second, he accepted the invitation, but he didn't turn on the camera.

He introduced today's hotel as he walked: "I was going to stay in a small hotel before, but someone sponsored this stay and replaced it with this star hotel."

"The room is very large, and you can ring the bell to let the waiter deliver the food, but I feel that you will be tipped." Song Zui shot the room with the camera. "Generally speaking, it was a surprise. I don't know who is so kind."

He sat down at the desk after shooting, and when he was about to turn off the video call, the other party turned on the camera.

"It's a bit discerning."

The man was lazily wrapped in a quilt on the sofa, looking like a sleepy big cat, appearing in the camera with his eyes closed, and the ends of his blond hair fell on the eye sockets.

He accidentally patted the other person's head through the screen, and the other person just opened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Zui withdrew his hand like an electric shock, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible: "Wipe the screen is dirty."

The other party closed his eyes and continued to rest. He put his mobile phone on the desk and tried to concentrate on reading, but he couldn't concentrate. At ten o'clock, the other party looked at his watch and said, "It's time to rest."

"I'll watch it later."

He continued to prove the formulas and theorems within the scope of the university. Although there is a proof process in the back of the book, he can stand on the shoulders of giants to see the world, and he is used to deriving it by himself.

Five minutes later, He Shanting put aside the cheap quilt, looked at the screen and raised his eyebrows and asked, "How can you buy me clothes if you don't have a good rest for the game tomorrow?"

Song Zui could only slowly collect his book, his hand was still writing the proof on the paper, even though A Ting stared at him, he couldn't turn off the lights in Yancheng now.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more at ease. He turned off the video call and sat down on a chair to write the certificate. The next second, the lights in the room went out.

He had no choice but to wash in the dark with the flashlight on. On the other side, He Shanting Shi Shiran hung up the call to the hotel under his name.

For some unknown reason, Song Zui lay down on the soft bed in the hotel after washing, and soon fell asleep on the fluffy goose feather pillow.

He no longer dreamed of the blood-stained past, but dreamed that he became a ragged little slave, commanded by a big blue-eyed cat to grow cat grass.

It was really a large piece of cat grass. He worked hard to water the cat grass. When his work efficiency decreased, the big cat would leave with him in his mouth. Smelling the smell of cat grass, he yawned outside his dream.

In the morning, the little curly-haired slave went to the restaurant and asked for a bowl of Yancheng specialty noodle tea. Hou Quan and others came to the restaurant one after another.

The little slave held some tea and asked, "Did the power go out last night?"

"Why do you ask this question?" Hou Quan touched the back of his head and replied strangely, "I didn't notice the power outage in the middle of the night while reading yesterday."

"I do not have either."

Wu Zhen sat down on the chair.

Song Zui could only suppress his doubts, maybe there was a problem with the wiring in his room, he silently drank the noodle tea in his hand.

After eating, they walked to the nearby Yanda University, because they visited Yanda University before the exam time.

Yanda is holding the autumn sports meeting, and a person is sitting in the auditorium with a banner saying that the e-sports department must win. The academic committee's eyes are full of surprise: "Does Yanda have an e-sports department?"

E-sports is a new major, and there are not many famous schools that are willing to accept it, but if there is any famous school in Huaguo that will accept e-sports, it is probably only Yanda.

As one of the best schools in China, Yanda has a sense of leisure and leisure. It is different from the hard and simple style of Shanghai University. It pays attention to the free development of students and opened the first e-sports department in China.

Wu Zhen, who watched the live broadcast all the year round, said clearly about the game: "The captain of TTL is a graduate of the e-sports department of Yanda University, and has won the league championship for three consecutive years."

Song Zui stopped playing games a long time ago, and his knowledge of popular games was limited to StarCraft, but he took a look at Yanda's inclusiveness.

Hou Quan paid attention to Yanda's library: "Look at how magnificent Yanda's library is. I should have applied for Yanda's nursing major in the first place."

"Forget it you."

The academic committee thought of Hou Quan wearing a nurse's uniform and felt chills. He turned his head and saw the long line of lecture registration office: "There are so many people who signed up for this philosophy lecture."

Wu Zhen was a little surprised when he heard the words. Shanghai University also has courses in the Department of Philosophy, but most of the students choose courses for mixed credits.

"Because the professor is Yan Xuexiao."

A passing student whispered a reminder.

Wu Zhen immediately understood that Yan Xuexiao was the youngest professor at Yanda University, had just won the Friedrich Nietzsche Award, and was also from Yan's family.

This was to get on the line with the famous Yan family. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and almost doubted whether the spiritual cultivation of Shanghai college students was not enough.

They walked slowly to the test site for the rematch. The retest on the first day was a written test, and the second day was an experiment. The results of the competition would be announced after the experiment.

After checking his ID card, Hou Quan walked to the examination seat and sat down. He was a little nervous looking at the solemn examination room, and went to the bathroom to relieve his uneasiness.

The bell for the start of the exam rang on the radio. He took a deep breath, picked up the test paper, and wrote his name in the blank name column.

He couldn't compare to Song Zui who was single-minded about winning the special prize. The goal this time was not high, as long as there was a third prize.

However, when he opened the test paper and started to do the questions, his face was serious. The questions were still too difficult for a freshman.

As time passed bit by bit, Hou Quan's face became more and more serious.

And Song Zui sat on the seat by the window, took the test papers and worked on the questions carefully. The questions in the rematch were much bigger than those in the preliminary round. The preliminary round was basically about ordinary physics such as mechanics and optics, and the rematch also involved condensed matter physics.

The most difficult part was that it was all proof questions without a calculation question. He had a premonition that there would be a big gap in the scores, but it was easy for him who is used to proofs, and he finished the previous questions in less than an hour.

It's just that when he finished the last final question, he fell into deep thought for a long time, not because the question was difficult, so he raised his hand to signal the invigilator, who came over and asked, "Any questions?"

"There is a problem with this question."

What is given in the question stem is a very beautiful molecular motion formula, which can prove that the condition lacks a hidden link, and the formula itself is not valid.

After hearing his words, the invigilator frowned, asked another teacher in the classroom to watch, went out for a while and came back and said: "There will be no problem, this is the question given by old Mr. Yang Hongming."

The implication is that you can't go wrong.

Song Zui pursed his lips and stared at the rolled noodles for a while.

After the exam, everyone walked out of Yanda University and sat at the dining room to discuss while eating. Wu Zhen shook his head and said, "I'm dead. I've got [-] points in the written exam. I don't have to go to the lab tomorrow."

"I'm not much better than you."

Hou Quan was really aware of the difficulty this time. He heard from Mr. Li that the students of Shanghai University generally did not do well in the exams, and they were still a bit weak in the proof. Maybe this year the special prize will change hands.

For other schools, winning the first prize is not bad, but for Shanghai University, it is too embarrassing to take it out except for the special prize. The overall temperament of the students of Shanghai University is simple and proud, while the students of Yan University are full of Buddhism.

"The last question is too difficult. It really is Mr. Yang Hongming's question. I can't think of any way to prove it. Song Zui, what did you write?"

Yang Hongming is a leading figure in the field of physics. In Hou Quan's opinion, there will be no one to prove his success, at most he is just thinking close to him. However, what surprised him was that the boy lowered his head and swiped at the adult man's clothes on the screen to speak.

"Why is the title of the argument wrong?"

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