Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui took the midterm exam of fluid mechanics in the morning, and forgot about such trivial things as height comparison, he flattened the midterm exam paper and started to do the questions.

After the exam, Hou Quan, who sat in front of him, complained: "Calculating the exact solution of the NS equation for the exam, the teacher thinks it is too easy for us to review?"

Yin Zihan, who couldn't understand the test paper at all, had the same feeling as Hou Quan: "My mind is full of fucking water pipes, who knows what turbulence is."

Song Zui couldn't help cast a deep look at Yin Zihan, even if he didn't know about Turbulence, he was a bit of a scumbag.

Turbulence was rated by Feynman as the last unsolved problem in classical physics. Although he could calculate the exact solution of the NS equation under certain conditions, he still had no way to solve this equation.

Although modern physics has been developed for more than 70 years, there is still a fog ahead. What is the end of the fog?

he does not know.

Song Zui suppressed his thoughts and put the pen and paper into his schoolbag. Opposite was the evening class classroom. He hesitated whether to go there and wait for A Ting to finish his get out of class, in case he was poked for height.

The young man with red and phoenix eyes wandered around the door furtively, never wanting to be stopped by Mr. Zhong who stepped off the podium: "Who are you Song Ting?"

Rationality made Song Zui swallow the words "Gold Master", and he glanced at the man walking towards the door: "Dear, is there any problem?"

"No problem, don't worry." Teacher Zhong said earnestly, "I mainly want to praise Song Ting. Not only did he complete his homework well, but he also took the first place in today's quiz. You can tell his parents that he passed the preliminary meeting when you go back. no problem."

Song Zui hummed perfunctorily, he remembered that Ating said that his parents had spent all the money in the family on medical treatment, and whether he was there or not was still a problem.

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came in: "Old Zhong, are you still a teacher at night school?"

Song Zui turned his head after hearing the voice, and a middle-aged man with a flushed face was standing outside the door, with a big beer belly, and the buttons on his suit were almost unfastened.

"Wang Bo, if you don't start your company, will you be too busy at my school?" Mr. Zhong asked angrily.

"I came here to take an MBA class. I mainly came here to make contacts. The tuition fee is equivalent to your salary for four or five years. You said that you were a class monitor when you were studying. Why did you get mixed up like this? Why don't you learn from me to speculate in US stocks."

Wang Bo's tone was full of contemptuous regret.

"Besides, is this your school? The Shanghai University Evening School is a nominal remedial class. You can see if your students are serious undergraduates. It's not like I said that there are junior college students, and they are all trash students."

Song Zui was not familiar with this teacher Zhong, so he had no intention of standing out, but he couldn't help it when he heard the students mocking him, and was about to roll up his sleeves when he was grabbed by A Ting behind him.

"Not too dirty."

He began to think about whether he could report tax evasion and tax evasion. In addition to dividend income, he needs to pay taxes to the United States and pay taxes in China when speculating in US stocks in China.

Wang Bo talked about his achievements: "Last year, I earned [-] US dollars. I can tell which stocks are rising and which are falling by looking at the K-line chart. Yesterday I bought FA with all positions, and it must have risen by ten points today. "

"you sure?"

He Shanting rolled his eyelids.

This popular stock is suspected of financial fraud, and the news has not been released, and it cannot be suppressed today.

"What's uncertain?" Wang Bo said impatiently, "Do you know the expected profit growth rate of this company's quarterly report? Don't think that you can understand finance just by studying elementary accounting. You can tell me after you take the exam."

Song Zui's fist hardened again.

He Shanting patted the boy on the shoulder lightly, and asked Wang Bo in a flat voice, "Do you dare to bet?"

He happened to be short of milk money for Zai Zai.

Wang Bo laughed when he heard this. An evening school student dared to bet on US stocks with him. He held back his smile and asked, "How much?"

"Ten thousand."

Wang Bo was taken aback by this figure. Ten thousand yuan was nothing to him, but a poor student who went to night school opened his mouth to say ten thousand. He couldn’t find any other words to describe it except ignorance. Courage was better. Commendable.

Teacher Zhong next to him was also in shock, and urged He Shanting anxiously: "You don't have so much money, don't bet with people like him."

Song Zui silently agreed with Mr. Zhong's words, but the man looked at him innocently, and the boy who was regarded as a mobile wallet turned around silently, and was pulled back by his schoolbag in the next second.

Wang Bo looked at Song Zui's reaction with a bit more confidence: "Even your companions don't believe you, how can you be confident that stocks will fall?"

There is still 1 minute before the opening of the US stock market.

"I should ask you this question." He Shanting didn't even look at Wang Bo, "Where is your confidence that you won't fall?"

Just as Wang Bo was about to refute, he suddenly received a risk warning on his mobile phone. It was displayed on the screen that FA was questioned by the University for financial fraud. Many media reported the news.

His hand holding the phone was trembling, but he didn't have the time to tremble, because the market dropped ten points at the opening!

Not just down but down.

It shouldn't be a big drop.

He pays attention to the trend of the Internet every day. No one knows the direction of this stock better than him. Besides, how could the poor student in front of him know that it will fall? Today is really a ghost.

Wang Bo's mind was in a mess, and he didn't have the arrogance of pointing at people and scolding garbage at all. He didn't care about 1 yuan and was going home to watch the market, but the slender young man quietly stood in front of him.

He was about to push away the boy who was in the way, but before his hand even touched his sleeve, he was staggered and kicked to the ground. It was really a terrifying force, and it was unimaginable that it came from the bookish boy in front of him.

"Sorry for not standing still."

Hearing this explanation, Wang Bo almost vomited blood from his throat. He was so unlucky today that he committed Tai Sui. He spent 1 yuan and hurried away with the idea of ​​avoiding disaster. After all, a second of delay is a delay of thousands of dollars. .

Song Zui finally calmed down, he didn't know why he didn't like when people said something wrong about A Ting, he had heard all the bad things and didn't care.

He Shanting bent his eyes at the young man who vented his anger on him. Song Zui really liked him very much. He lowered his eyelashes and suddenly thought that the little rose in the pot would bloom tomorrow.

Song Zui felt the man's burning gaze, turned his head unnaturally and asked, "What do you see me doing?"

"It's a lot of strength."

Song Zui reasonably suspected that this sentence meant that he was not tall and strong. His previous hesitation was correct, and he turned away without thinking, leaving Teacher Zhong and He Shanting in place.

Teacher Zhong didn't understand how he had offended this little classmate because of his strength. It's really hard to guess the minds of kids these days, but fortunately Song Ting didn't get annoyed.

However, he was more concerned about how his student was sure that the stock would fall. Although Wang Bo was annoying, he had good investment skills. He asked his doubts: "Can you tell me the reason?"

"Guess."

He Shanting walked out of the classroom.

Teacher Zhong was the only one left in the classroom now. He couldn't help but feel that he was wasting talents. It's a pity that he is not a professional with this ability to buy lottery tickets. Isn't there more hope than being a small accountant?

Song Zui saw it in the library at 10:30 before returning to the house on Zhuangyuan Road. He opened the door and saw a man watering a flower pot.

"I am back."

He squeaked and was about to go up the stairs. Just as he put his hand on the off-white oak handle, he heard the other party say, "I bought something for you in the refrigerator."

He was about to ask where he got the money to buy things, and almost forgot that A Ting was also a person with income today, and he felt honored that Song Tiantian gave him cat food.

Song Zui went to the refrigerator and opened the handle, and stood still for a moment. The refrigerator was filled with the kind of milk he was reluctant to drink, and there was a small place in his heart that sank softly. interest.

He lowered his head and sniffed, and before he could speak, a hand with bony knuckles landed on the top of his head and rubbed it: "We Jiujiu will grow taller."

That voice was so gentle that Song Zui rubbed his head with that hand, and slowly broke away from Drowning's bewitchment: "How do you know my nickname?"

He Shanting closed his eyes for some reason, and gave an example with a vague smile: "This is like ten cats turning their heads when you call Mimi on the street."

Song Tiantian meowed with a sense of superiority, but then the scumbag continued: "There should be twenty of them named Tiantian."

Song Zui: ...

Song Tiantian: Meow meow.

One person and one cat are all offended.

Song Zui didn't really want to stay in the same space with this person, but when he wanted to go out, the man grabbed his wrist easily, and the next one was wrapped around his waist, and the warmth of his hands came through the thin clothes.

His skin was numb after being touched, his beautiful back was unconsciously stiffened into a straight line, his body suddenly hung in the air, and the man carried him onto the table without waiting for his reaction.

To be exact, it was like being put on the table.

Because the other party stood with his legs apart, he couldn't get down by himself, so he could only sit on the table with his slender legs hanging.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting him go, the blushing boy said in a rare and tough tone, "Don't f*cking move your hands."

"Do you not like it?"

He Shanting wrapped his arms around the boy's waist.

The posture of the two of them looked like an intrusive posture from behind, and the boy's legs seemed to hang intimately on the man.

Song Zui wanted to say that of course he didn't like it, but the other party gently and forcefully raised his chin to feed the milk, the warm liquid flowed down his mouth into his throat, and all his words turned into subconscious sobs.

It turned out that he was asking about milk, and he liked milk quite a bit. Just as he was thinking about another gulp down his throat, he blushed from choking again and again, and immediately pushed away the person in front of him.

He Shanting looked at the back of the young man running away, thoughtfully licked the remaining liquid on his fingertips, and felt shy when he touched it, what should he do in the future?

Song Zui returned to the room and took a deep breath. He calmed down after doing a set of mechanical test papers. He wanted to talk to the other party about the safe distance.

He's not that straight after all.