Genius look

Today, I will tell you a story that has something to do with this article and those boys and girls. It may not be very appropriate to say this, because this story obviously has more to do with me.

Um?You think I talk too much nonsense?Well, indeed, but this is a necessary proof step before the derivation results are obtained. If you can't stand this tedious process, you will never see the results that give you a little bit of sweetness after one mountain after another.

Well, maybe it's not very sweet, anyway, I still have some nonsense to say before I start to tell the story ==

Many people say that the so-called genius is the ability to reach the realm that others can't reach without effort. They say that genius has no troubles. They say that genius is one in a million, how enviable.

Whenever I hear this kind of words, I can only squeeze out a polite but awkward smile on my already expressionless face, and silently add two other exclamations in my heart.

How frustrating.

How... ridiculous.

Hello everyone, my name is Yan Liping, no, it is Sanqing Liping, Yan Liping is probably just my obsession with the last life and the residual memory, my life, no, the last life, although it is different from most people In comparison, it can be regarded as magnificent, but for me, it is extremely boring and even... I want to forget it with all my strength, but the gods probably really want to play a big joke with me, yes, I am reborn, And crossed with a whole pot of dog blood, as a man ==

After my last life ended in a tragic way of suicide by jumping off a building, I came to a weird world that was destroyed countless times by girls in the name of fandom. In my last life, this place was just a name. It is the cartoon of Prince of Tennis. As for why I know this Cowherd manga, no, Hot Blood manga, it’s all because of my female deskmate, when I was 10 years old.

At that time, Fuji Shusuke in my eyes was just a squint-eyed tennis player who could lift Newton’s coffin board while playing on the TV. However, in comparison, I still liked it better, no, I liked it , the minister named Tezuka Kunimitsu, although his tennis balls can make Newton's coffin explode automatically, but probably because I really think his facial expressions are very cool, so I have a unilateral feeling of sympathy with him.

But now, whenever I pass by the school's tennis court and look at the squinted eyes that can see the ball even with closed eyes, and the paralyzed face that can really achieve universal gravitation, I feel confused. Authenticity faltered a bit, because now, I have every reason to believe that the world of The Prince of Tennis might be the fabled... Hades?Is it here to accept all the teenagers and girls who lost their lives because of frustration in the previous life?

But, there is no way, I can't ask anyone around me for proof, because my soul has replaced the body of another boy. Although I don't know where Sanqing Liping has gone, but now I have truly changed. I became him, so I decided to replace him very shamelessly, and become a Sanqing Liping with mediocre grades, mediocre family background, mediocre appearance, and mediocre popularity, who can't be found in the crowd at a glance, and then live a completely different life from the previous life. Yes, what I have always longed for, an ordinary life.

Fortunately, maybe it is the law of crossing the golden finger. When I become San Qingli, I usually have the ability to speak Japanese and his memory, but this does not mean that I intend to have some kind of connection with those princes, because my gender Men like women, and they don't have world-shattering skills to compete with them.

The only thing that makes me feel that I have something to do with these gangsters is my new female deskmate after time travel, Takemoto Kazuyuki, another diehard fan of Shusuke, I sincerely doubt the aesthetics of my female deskmate of two generations ==

However, this die-hard fan does not seem to be a star chaser, but a gossip party. As a heterogeneous person with memories of two generations, I admit that Takemoto is very beautiful, with long orange hair, wheat-colored skin, flying eyebrows and eyes. The smile, like the morning light, coupled with excellent grades and outstanding abilities, really lives up to the title of goddess in everyone's mouth, and it is indeed a good match for the squinting eyes like the spring breeze.

But from my point of view, this goddess with excellent looks and excellent grades always seems to be lacking, because I have no idea what kind of mysterious ability she has. She can multiply three by three in every math problem. Counted as six==

Having done scientific research for many years, I know very well that even a small mistake may lead to wasted efforts, so after reading every 99-point math paper of hers and giving up with such a reason, I don’t like this I, who was talking at the same table, decided to teach her a way to remember that three times three equals nine.

It's just that this method hasn't been communicated to her yet, but I looked at her, who is usually flying and neat, crying and yelling at the black-haired girl opposite me in the tennis court, why did she take away Fujisuke? The position she is choosing, that person is Suzumiya Akima, I know, I also know, Suzumiya Akima is probably Takemoto Kazuyuki’s only friend, because from the beginning of my acquaintance with Takemoto, I found that although everyone praised her on the surface, adored her and got close to her Trust her, but subconsciously avoid her, afraid of being covered by her light, afraid of living in her shadow, well, this is the price of being a genius, nothing surprising, but she is lucky, she is not like I have never had a friend, her friend is Suzumiya Akiya.

It's just that she would get into this kind of trouble with her only friend because of a man who doesn't like her and a game with inferior skills. Tsk, woman, it's really scary, so I decided not to talk to her anymore. After all, a woman who has been cornered by her best friend can't be provoked no matter what.

It's a pity, I watched with my own eyes the rumors between her and her and him intensified, until the girl named Suzumiya Akima was swallowed into a madman, until the boy named Fuji Shusuke was wiped out of all his gentleness, until Takemoto Kazuki next to me Watching all this quietly, but unable to restrain it again and again, in the classroom where there is no one at dusk, she removes the disguise of indifference and revenge, and cries loudly.

For the first time, probably because of the empathy between geniuses, I was mentally prepared to meet a crying face. On a certain evening day, I pushed the door and walked into the classroom without hesitation. As expected I saw Takemoto Kazuyuki sitting on the window sill, facing the summer wind and sunset pouring in through the window, with hazy teary eyes and a confused expression, his thin figure seemed to be about to jump down from the fifth floor in the next second, at that moment At the end of the last life, the terrible memory of heart-shattering, bone-shattering, and internal-organ destruction instantly came to my mind. I quickly stepped forward and grabbed Takemoto by the window. It was probably the first time I spoke to her on my own initiative. Like a confidant aunt, I told her that there was nothing she could not think about in this world, and for the first time, she had a clear memory of the girl in front of her and her clear voice. He jumped down, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Mr. Sanqing, I'm not that stupid."

Is jumping off a building really stupid?Takemoto’s words were mixed with the terrible memories in my mind, and I began to have some doubts about what I had done, but if I continued to live like my previous life, I would be nothing more than a walking dead, maybe the human brain always makes mistakes when denying itself During the gene sequence programming event, I asked a stupid question like I came here on purpose to strike up a conversation, "Takemoto-san, why do you like Fuji Zhousuke?"

The second I said it, I instantly regretted it. Could it be that the legendary fuel is added to the fire, which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted?IQ is hidden, is EQ also silently eaten?

It's just that the girl next to her didn't lose control of her tear glands again as expected, "Like it? Hmm...Actually, thinking about it, I probably don't like it very much. I've known him until now, and the reason I want to get close to him is because I want to change Just a genius like him."

I was a little puzzled, "Genius? In the eyes of others, Takemoto-san himself is a genius."

"It's different. It has nothing to do with IQ. I envy him very much. Even a recognized genius can have real friends."

Looking at Takemoto's lonely expression, after a long time, it was not because of a broken relationship, but because of a friend?Women are really incomprehensible creatures, "That only shows that in the eyes of others, Bu Erjun is not an insurmountable genius."

I looked at Takemoto with a puzzled look on his face and continued, "A true genius is someone who cannot surpass no matter how hard others try. Such a person has no friends, because it will make people feel... scared."

"Fear?"

"Well, I... have a friend. His academic performance is very good, especially in physics. He seems to have an inexplicable liking for electromagnetism. He was admitted to the physics department of a well-known domestic university at the age of 13, specializing in electrical engineering. , and then completed all the required courses in less than two years, and entered the research institute to do in-depth research. Can you imagine a child younger than us wearing a large electrical uniform that does not fit his figure at all, doing experiments in the laboratory from dawn to dusk scene?"

Takemoto smiled sincerely, "Then your friend is indeed an insurmountable genius, much better than us, and indeed more enviable."

Hearing this, I curled my lips in a self-deprecating manner, "Actually, there is nothing to envy, because you can't imagine that at an age where you should be chatting with your classmates on campus and dreaming endless daydreams, you have to face each other every day." Facing the life of boring and cold machinery and deadpan tutors and research reports, my friend, day after day, year after year, what echoes in my ears every day is the request of the tutor, the expectation of the parents, Because of his talent, all the so-called friends called him a genius to his face, and a monster behind his back, a youth without struggle, a life without color, moving forward numbly, no, it’s not that he has never struggled, and he once regarded physics as His favorite pleasure, but in the end it became a sharp knife that devoured his life in the name of a genius. No matter how much he liked it, it eventually became a tasteless thing to eat and a pity to discard. How is this kind of life different from the walking dead? "

I turned my head slightly, but I saw that Takemoto listened a little dull, well, it seems to have digressed, "So, Takemoto, this kind of real genius has no friends, Fuji-kun is just not this kind of monster, so you don't have to Why don't you envy him, as long as you want, you can have real friends, not to mention...you already have friends, so you don't have to give up your friends because of him. "

The next second the girl moved, jumped and sat on the desk in front of me, swinging her legs lightly, at first she just looked at me with a smile, then suddenly broke into a smile, and said softly, "Mr. Comfort me and make up a story, and I... I am not a three-year-old child, I know, there are no real geniuses in this world, some are just efforts beyond ordinary people, don't worry, my friend, I'll find it myself, but thank you~"

There are no real geniuses in this world?Listening to her gentle words, as if those words were really just stories I made up to make her happy, inexplicably, there was a feeling that the heart of a young man who had been silent for two lifetimes was suddenly aroused, and he took a step forward, as if Wanting to quickly prove General, he opened his mouth without thinking, "Yes, real geniuses do exist. I didn't lie to you."

So, on that day, I felt as if my brain had a convulsion, with a tense mood that seemed to be jumping and expecting like never before, with a paralyzed face like Tezuka Kunimitsu but apparently without any momentum , came to the sixth group of the second year, found the classmate with squinting eyes, and said calmly, "Fuer, hello, I am Sanqing Liping from the third group of the second year, I have something to ask you for advice."

Looking down at the white-faced, chestnut-haired boy and looking at me with some doubts, I quickly realized that saying that didn't seem to have any momentum, so I frowned slightly, and added, "No, I want to challenge you with something."

In front of him, Buer frowned, smiled very gently, and said, "Huh? I don't know what the challenge is, but it seems interesting~ Well, since it's a challenge, if you win, will there be no prizes?"

"Of course there is."

"what is it then?"

"Really, in the name of genius."

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