Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui and Teacher Puwu walked out of the auditorium. Wu Zhen, who was waiting by the door, couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

"Say it will be reviewed as soon as possible." Song Zui opened the thermos and took a sip of water, "No matter what, it will take two weeks, let's go back to the Shanghai stock market first."

Hou Quan frowned when he heard the result. Re-examination is not an easy task. If every contestant easily applies for re-examination, the organizers will be too busy.

"Hopefully there will be a good result."

The school committee comforted me by the side.

Almost all the contestants in the auditorium were gone. Just as they were about to leave the empty auditorium, a voice suddenly stopped them: "Please wait a moment."

Teacher Puwu turned around and saw the staff in charge of the review and couldn't help asking: "Is there something wrong with the reviewed materials?"

Song Zui stopped in his tracks vigilantly, the King of Hades is always troubled by little ghosts, if he gets stuck at the auditing step, he has no obvious way to do it.

He is not surprised by this, because his luck has never been very good, even if there are any branches in his quagmire life, he will leave soon.

"That's not true." The staff member had a friendly smile on his face, "The review results will come out today, and Mr. Yang will personally review Song Xiao's test paper. You can wait here if it is convenient for you."

When Song Zui heard that Mr. Yang would review his test paper, he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of unreality, as if Song Xiao was referring to another person.

Especially the previously indifferent staff took them to the seat to ask him about his health, and asked him if he wanted juice from time to time. It was a completely different person.

"The organizer's attitude is too good." Wu Zhen whispered to Song Zui, "I thought it would be quite impatient."

"Is this the point?!" Hou Quan took a deep breath, "The point is that Mr. Yang will correct Song Zui's test papers. I don't think it's called correction, but consecration."

The school committee looked as if I was an idiot and my roommate was hopeless, Song Zui quietly sat on the chair and waited for the examination papers to be consecrated.

He didn't expect that Mr. Yang would come in person, after all, the examination papers can be read directly on the computer. To his surprise, Mr. Yang came over at night with a cane.

Mr. Yang Lao is the judge who asked him the last question. He is an old man over [-] years old, because his waist is not very good due to years of experimentation.

"You questioned me?"

Mr. Yang held a neatly written test paper in his hand, and before Song Zui could speak, he said sternly: "Do you know that this formula is the one I published in a journal this year, so many people didn't question it, only you One student suspected that I was wrong."

Teacher Puwu's scalp tingled when he heard the old man's words. This obviously meant that he wanted to investigate. With Mr. Yang's status, it was not up to a freshman to question him.

Wu Zhen also looked at Song Zui worriedly, but Song Zui is a quiet and introverted person, and he is not worried about contradicting Mr. Yang.

The eyes of this old man with gray temples were sharper than that of a falcon, but the young man looked up and looked straight into his gaze, his pupils were pitch black: "Have you heard of the emperor's new clothes?"

Wu Zhen was sweating on his forehead when he heard the words. He thought Song Zui was a good and obedient student, but he didn't expect to tear Mr. Yang's face off directly. He was confident that his argument was correct, and ridiculed that everyone else dared not tell the truth because of fear.

He thought of Song Zui's indifference to Yin Zihan, and suddenly realized that the boy's cuteness was just a scabbard with no edges and corners. Under the scabbard was a sharp and easy-to-break blade.

Hou Quan was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, hoping that Mr. Yang would not take his anger on him. He thought that Mr. Yang would scold Song Zui angrily, but Mr. Yang actually laughed.

With this smile, the sternness of the old man disappeared, replaced by the kindness and kindness of the younger generation: "The development of physics is inseparable from doubt."

"If there is no doubt that we are still standing in the building of classical physics, we cannot see the two dark clouds above the building, and there is no way to talk about the theory of relativity and quantum mechanics. Why can't I be questioned?"

Song Zui knew that the two dark clouds mentioned by Mr. Yang were the zero result of the Michelson-Morley experimental measurement, and the other was a problem in the theory of black body radiation.

In other words, no one who has studied physics does not know this famous assertion. At that time, classical physics was in its golden age. Physicists began to believe that the mysteries of the world had been fully grasped. Small make up.

Until two dark clouds brought violent storms, the edifice of classical physics collapsed and entered the chaotic quantum era.

Song Zui raised his eyebrows when he heard the last sentence. Mr. Yang shouldn't be a narrow-minded person, so he calmed down and asked casually, "Do you agree with my question?"

Teacher Puwu gave the young man a wink, but the young man was unmoved. Fortunately, Mr. Yang ignored the young man's boldness: "Only you can get full marks for the last question."

Teacher Haidi Puwu didn't care about Song Zui, he quickly calculated the score in his mind, 180 points plus fifty points is 230 points!

It was eleven points more than the No.1 announced today, and he couldn't help being overjoyed. The special prize for the junior group was still from Shanghai University, and all Yan Li was on the sidelines.

The staff next to him apologized and said: "Because the closing ceremony is over, there is no way to present the awards, but we will reissue the special award certificate and bonus as soon as possible."

Hou Quan's eyes widened. Originally, he was quite proud of winning the third prize by luck, but he was nothing in front of Song Zui, the special prize.

What surprised him even more was that Mr. Yang offered an olive branch to the young man: "This is my email address. If you have any questions, you can send me an email. If you want to study, you can come to me."

You must know that Mr. Yang never brought graduate students, and many doctoral students were rejected. This is the meaning of accepting closed disciples. Hou Quan wished he could agree for Song Zui.

Song Zui froze in place, taking the contact information from Mr. Yang slowly.

He thought it would take at least two weeks to get an uncertain result. Not only did he get a satisfactory answer on the same day, but he also got in touch with Mr. Yang. The matter seemed to be resolved too easily.

After Mr. Yang left, he was still thinking about what went wrong. He knew that there were so many contestants to review, and it was impossible for every contestant to be qualified for the review by Mr. Yang himself.

Wu Zhen, who was walking in front, jokingly asked, "Too happy to walk?"

"No."

Song Zui thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he could only press doubt, probably because his answer to the last question was too unimaginable to attract Mr. Yang's attention.

On the way back to the hotel, Teacher Puwu warned: "The first-year students are very good at winning the special prize, but physics is not based on competitions, it depends on whether the academics are solid, and we have to keep a low profile when we go back."

Song Zui nodded. If it wasn't for the prize money, he would not have participated in the competition. No outstanding physicist will be remembered in history because of the competition prize.

Wu Zhen thought that the teacher is worthy of being a teacher. At this time, he did not forget to encourage Song Zui to focus on his studies. The idea hadn't crossed his mind for a long time, and the news in the group exploded.

[Ms. Li] After intense and tense review, Yanda confirmed that the No.1 in the junior group is Song Zui in our class

[Ms. Li] What is the concept of opening No.2 eleven points in freshman year?It's not one point or two points but eleven points. It's an overwhelming victory. Student Yanli is still a bit short.

[Ms. Li] Please reply when you receive the message

Wu Zhen didn't know what to say, as soon as he told them to keep a low profile, he showed off loudly in the group.

Song Zui was thin-skinned and silently put his phone on silent and do not disturb mode, so he couldn't see the group messages.

While Teacher Puwu was busy sending group messages at the back, Hou Quan saw the boy walking quietly in the night, without any appearance of wanting to tell his family, it seemed too calm.

He couldn't help but wonder, if he had won the special prize, his parents would definitely set off firecrackers on half the street to celebrate, and everyone would say that his son had won the special prize in the physics competition.

Hou Quan couldn't help but asked in doubt: "Don't you tell your parents? If it were me, I would definitely share it with them as soon as possible."

Wu Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly bumped Hou Quan's arm. Hou Quan couldn't figure it out and asked, "Why did you hit me? I didn't ask you."

"it's nothing."

Song Zui's tone was understated: "My parents have passed away a long time ago."

His parents didn't leave him any relatives, and the closest one was three generations away, and they were too embarrassed to lick their faces.

Hou Quan almost wanted to tear his mouth open, but he still didn't dare to slap his mouth. He didn't think that Song Zui's parents had died long ago, wouldn't he poke someone's scar?

Unlike Hou Quan's sulking, Song Zui really didn't care, at first he hated other people's sympathetic gazes, as if he was born to be inferior when he bent down, and his arrogance mixed with sensitivity made him irritable and irritable for a long time.

I won't be angry anymore, I'm used to other people's sympathetic gazes, even if every gaze says how pitiful I am, isn't that the truth?Even he himself can speak calmly.

Song Zui pursed his lips.

He really couldn't find anyone to share with. On the night he received the university admission letter, he sat alone on the roof and ate candy while the wind was blowing.

Yanda in the middle of the night is quiet, and the bright lights in the evening go out at a certain moment, forming a dark floating scene, and his black and white silhouette is reflected in the lake.

At this moment, the boy's screen suddenly lit up, like a meteor flashing across the night, igniting into a light that could not be ignored before his eyes.

He subconsciously connected the phone, and Ah Ting's voice came from the phone: "Do you want to stay in a hotel today?"

"Stay another day."

Song Zui didn't hear the overtones, clenched the phone tightly in his hand, and pretended to be relaxed: "By the way, I succeeded in the review tonight, and won the No.1 in this competition."

The other party hummed as if not surprised, and heard a lazy breath through the phone. He had nothing to say except this matter, and he just didn't want to hang up while holding the phone.

Because it seemed that he also had a listener, quietly listening to himself share his emotions, he trembled his dark eyelashes.

It took a long time before I completely lowered my eyes, and just about to hang up the phone, the other party thought he was going to praise him, and the compliments flooded in.

"Freshman won No.1 in Yanda Physics Competition, which can only be described as a genius. The word genius is hard to describe a one-in-a-kind talent, let alone talent and hard work. The future is destined to be bright and brilliant."

"Are you satisfied?"

Song Zui blushed when he heard this compliment, and couldn't imagine how the other party said it, before he could answer the man's slow question.

"So when will No.1 come home with me?"