Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

"call out!"

A note landed in front of Jiang Jian in a perfect parabola.

He looked up at the physics teacher who was drooling passionately on the podium, and when he turned around, he slightly bent his fingertips, unfolded the note carefully, and brought it in front of him.

This is the first class after morning reading.

As for the draft paper in front of him that was casually dug out from the drawer, it was already the sixth time that Zhong Xun had passed it back to him.

Jiang Jian unfolded it——

[What should you choose for the second question in Example 5? 】

Jiang Jian pinched the pen and glanced at the content on the note.

At the beginning, the two briefly exchanged their experiences and knowledge in the infirmary and cafeteria, and then they thought about investigating the punishers who appeared in the dormitory.

During the period, Jiang Jian questioned whether passing notes in class violated school discipline.It was later denied by Zhong Xun: it doesn't count if you don't mention the details.

Seeing the latest content written by Zhong Xun, he was momentarily at a loss.Obviously they are still discussing how to find the trigger of the hidden mission in these seven days?How did the topic get here?

Jiang Jian picked up a pen, wrote C after Zhong Xun's question, and then followed up: [Why do you ask this? 】

The note was sent back: [I just said that the quiz questions for the next class will have the original questions in the book, so I'll memorize them in advance. 】

Jiang Jian replied to him: [Are you not good at studying? 】

Zhong Xun paused when he saw the content of the text.

[No, I learned very well back then. 】

Jiang Jian was puzzled: [Then why don't you do it yourself? 】

Zhong Xun's pen is reckless: [I also want to experience the joy of being a scumbag hugging other people's thighs.Don't you want to experience my student days? 】

Jiang Jian stared at Zhong Xun's side face, and silently put a question mark in her heart.

He said that he wanted to experience Zhong Xun's student days. That's right.Co-author Zhong Xun spent his school days passing small notes and passing answers to others?

The note swished back and forth, and this time it was seen by the teacher on the podium.

"Those two in the last row, didn't listen well in class, and passed notes under my nose? Come on, the one on the right, how do I do this question I just wrote on the blackboard?"

Zhong Xun on the right leaned back in his chair: "Choose C, teacher!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

"This is a calculation question, not a multiple-choice question!" The teacher raised his hand and tapped on the blackboard, "I'm still in my third year of high school, and you're still acting like this. Stand at the back of the classroom and reflect on it."

Zhong Xun didn't care, and got up amidst the laughter of the whole class.

Jiang Jian watched him walk behind her side, puzzled.This person seems to be really into the show and enjoy it.

"His tablemate, yes, it's just you, you come."

Jiang Jian glanced roughly at the question on the blackboard: "Teacher, your question is not rigorous, and the critical condition in the question is problematic. If the formula you mentioned before is to be used in the current scene, it must meet... ..."

Zhong Xun idly leaned against the wall at the back of the classroom, tilting his head to watch Jiang Jian explain clearly why he thought there was a problem with the content of the topic.

The whole class was silent, and someone couldn't help but "fuck" out.

Their mathematical knowledge is not enough to support them to understand a physics topic as thoroughly as Jiang Jian, and they will not pay attention to the details in the process of derivation and application like Jiang Jian, but this does not affect their expression of shock.

"Did you understand what he was saying?"

"Not at all... the calculation method he just mentioned, have you learned it?"

Looking at Jiang Jian's thin back, Zhong Xun curled his fingertips slightly.

He pretty much knew why someone would bully him within a few weeks of school.

Jiang Jian obviously has a reserve of knowledge far beyond that of his peers. Coupled with his straightforward language habits and habitual correction of deviations, it is easy to become the source of jealousy and prejudice.

However, it is difficult for him to detect and perceive other people's emotions.

To the uninitiated, that could easily be interpreted as arrogance and disdain.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt a white light flash in front of his eyes.

Zhong Xun looked away vigilantly and searched around.He stood at the end of the classroom, looking at the mountains and mountains, and nothing should escape his sight.

But that light never appeared again.

Delusion?

Zhong Xun didn't notice anything unusual, but the face of the teacher on the podium was getting worse and worse.

He suddenly regretted letting the boy who looked so cold and defiant to answer the question.

The questions he came up with were originally just for students to learn to use formulas. How could the rigor be compared to the professional question groups for large-scale exams?

Everything the student pointed out was correct, and he even extended one or two relevant cutting-edge research points while correcting his topic.

"Okay, okay, sit down first." The teacher pushed his glasses, "The teacher knows that you know a lot, but this has nothing to do with the college entrance examination. Other students, don't just listen to stories here, you have no one." Don’t memorize things that other people can memorize. Engrave the formulas into my mind, and if something like this appears in the question stem, you will know what formula to apply!”

"Teacher, you should despise us."

"We also want to have the same brains as other parents!"

"You don't need to worry about geniuses, just teach us, teacher."

Amid the uproar, the teacher's face softened.

Even Zhong Xun, who was punished to stand in the back row, was pardoned and returned to his original position.

"Why do you just do the questions?" Jiang Jian didn't understand, but she didn't want to continue passing the note, so she leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Because other things are not important." Zhong Xun leaned closer to him so that he could hear his voice clearly, and glanced at him, "How do you study when you're not in school?"

Jiang Jian thought for a while: "Self-study at home."

He reads quickly and has a good memory. He can read through many books after staying at home for a month.

Adoptive father He Minzhi is a university professor, but he never gives him a class like this, usually just answering questions, or doing experiments with him.More often it is to provide him with rich reading materials and learning resources.

"No one has ever told me what formulas must be memorized and what types of questions to apply."

Jiang Jian stared blankly at the dense writing on the blackboard.

"I always thought that the study of physics was to explore the origin of the universe, the shape of space and the operation of time... It was to observe, record, calculate, and then discover with my adoptive father in the observatory in charge of his colleague."

Zhong Xun pursed his thin lips slightly.He didn't know how to explain the so-called test-taking and fair competition to people who had never had campus experience.

Jiang Jian's learning path of romantic exploration may belong to him alone.

"Aren't you whispering?" The teacher came down from the podium and knocked on their table, "You two are so close, conjoined twins?"

Jiang Jian and Zhong Xun: "..."

The two who have been named and beaten can be regarded as "quiet".

Zhong Xun implemented the plan to enjoy the scumbags, and spent the second half of the class lying on the table and turning pens.

Jiang Jian, on the other hand, flipped through the books in the drawer earnestly, with the tip of the pen wandering on the manuscript paper. After realizing that he was really not suitable for attending lectures in school, he turned to the back of the note passed between the two, and started from memory. Draw the floor plan of Shuguang No. [-] Middle School.

between classes.

Jiang Jian was folding the papers and was about to put them away when she suddenly felt thirsty.So he took out an empty bottle from the drawer, stood up, and located in his mind the water dispenser that he had captured before he arrived.

"I want to drink water." He patted Zhong Xun, motioning him to get up.

Zhong Xun raised his head and leaned back, kicked his foot, and the chair slid back a certain distance, making way for a narrow path.

Jiang Jian turned sideways, walked out next to his knee, and suddenly had a water glass in her arms.He was stunned for two seconds: "?"

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Seeing that he didn't move, Zhong Xun took back his water glass, "Let's go."

Jiang Jian quietly watched Zhong Xun get up with his unruly white hair, and walked out of the classroom side by side with him.

For him, it was an extremely unfamiliar environment, but for Zhong Xun, it seemed that he could handle it with ease.

He seems to be able to outline the appearance of Zhong Xun in high school.

In the noisy class, as soon as someone opened his legs, another person threw a water glass over.Turning his head, he met his unruly face angrily, turned and walked away cursing.

He is like the kind of smart and naughty student that his adoptive father likes to complain about at home.

Every day, he makes troubles with his brothers, secretly plays ball, gets sleepy in class, and is often taught helplessly by the teacher.But it happens that the test is the top few, very smart.

The sun was shining outside, reflecting Zhong Xun's shadow on the corridor wall.The smile on the corner of his mouth was faint, but his expression was more relaxed than ever before.

"Are you in a good mood?" he asked uncertainly.

Zhong Xun stretched his waist, his school uniform was slightly pulled up, his well-defined belly was looming, and he said lazily, "Maybe it's because the weather is good today."

Jiang Jian looked out, dazzled by the light.

on this bright morning.The people around him carried a kind of wantonness that he had never had before.

Thinking of this, his pace gradually slowed down.

Jiang Jian thought, is this desire to conceive the bright scene the so-called envy?

There were groups of people chatting in groups of threes and twos at the water receiving place, and when they saw the two of them, they couldn't help but stop talking and look sideways.

Zhong Xun was used to looking at Shuaibi like this since he was a child, and he stood by the wall peacefully and waited in line.

However, when Jiang Jian raised her eyes to regain her senses, she unconsciously took a step back, full of vigilance.

The repulsion and run-off in those memories often occurred collectively from the gazes of groups.

Warm palms rested firmly on his back, making him gradually relax.

"Before, sorry."

Hearing Zhong Xun's whisper, Jiang Jian nodded, then shook her head again: "It's okay."

In fact, one month before and after school, he was only impressed by his adoptive father's rage after he found red and swollen marks on the top of his head when he came home.

"My father, the adoptive father, told me before that it might be a kind of luck for me not to be able to perceive and understand emotions." Jiang Jian said, "Because I can't understand what it feels like to be sad and painful, I won't feel trapped. harm."

Therefore, there was nothing that could stir up waves in his heart, leaving only some physical conditioned reflexes.

Zhong Xun idly followed by his side, watching the line line up to the two of them, Jiang's simplicity broke out, carefully cleaned and disinfected the two water glasses, and then began to fill them with water.

Jiang Jian's words kept circling in his mind.

For him, all his life experiences may be just a series of boring events one after another, and no joy, anger, sorrow or joy can remain in his memory for a long time.

Zhong Xun felt regretful, but he couldn't say what he was regretting.

The two got stuck and returned to the classroom, and the second physics class began immediately.

Seeing that it was the knowledgeable student just now, the teacher didn't say anything to Jiang Jian, but just gave Zhong Xun a disgusted look.

The arrangement of this class is to take a small quiz to consolidate and review the content taught in the previous class.

After Zhong Xun finished writing his name, he lay down on the paper and fell asleep with peace of mind.

It took Jiang Jian 15 minutes to write all the answers, and just after she put down her pen, she received a prompt from the field notes.

[Guests please pay attention to the degree of fit, the current fit is 0%. 】

Jiang Jian raised her hand to cross out the notification, but didn't respond.

Although No. 099 reminded him to pay attention to character design, the school rule book forbids students from having puppy love.If violating the school rules will be punished so severely as they were in the dormitory, it is really not wise to forcefully match the character design.

He took out the note and continued to draw the school floor plan.

After a while, an extremely small voice suddenly came from above his head.Jiang Jian straightened her back, looked up at the ceiling, and casually pushed the people around her.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Xun woke up leisurely.

Jiang Jian turned her wrist, pointed upwards, and moved her lips: "There is a sound there."

As soon as the voice fell, the ceiling suddenly opened a crack, and a mechanical arm fell vertically from above, and fell vertically with lightning speed, and clasped it on the wrist of a classmate diagonally in front of them with a "click".

"what--"

The mechanical arm stabbed outwards, and the man's entire arm began to ooze blood.

Jiang Jian and Zhong Xun immediately stood up vigilantly.

What surprised them was that the whole class was extremely calm, with a familiar look. Some people looked up and then continued to work on the question, while some did not cast a glance from the beginning to the end.

Even the teacher on the podium looked normal, passed by the man, and took away the pen and manuscript paper on his desk.

In the blink of an eye, the mechanical arm retracted its thrusts and slowly went up.The ceiling is also closed.

Everything is back to normal.

"Punisher." Zhong Xun said in a low voice.

Jiang almost looked away when the ceiling was closed: "It's not the same type as the dormitory, but the material should be the same."

"Save people first." Zhong Xun's gaze fell on the injured student, "There is a wristband."

He is one of them.

The two stepped forward at the same time.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by a boy at the front desk: "He cheated on the quiz and violated the school rules, which is already considered good, and he can go to the infirmary by himself. You will violate the discipline of the exam if you walk around casually."

The boy has delicate features, but the unfamiliar touch still makes Jiang Jian feel sick for a moment.

Jiang Jian frowned, endured the nausea, slapped his hand away, took two steps forward, picked up the injured classmate and went out.

Zhong Xun picked up two small test papers on the table and photographed them on the desk: "This is called handing in papers in advance."

The author has something to say:

Jiang Jian: Just ask if you don’t understand. Does handing in blank papers count as early handing in?

Zhong Xun: Are you polite?

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