Blow

Probably because Wen Xiao's tone was too firm, Fu Ningyu originally wanted to say something, but wisely, he didn't continue, but changed the topic elsewhere.

After dinner, they returned to their respective dormitories.Wen Xiao recalled the results of the conversation with Ji Xinci in the afternoon, and wanted to explain to Xia Jue in as much detail as possible on WeChat, so that the other party could feel at ease.

However, after he had just started, Xia Jue replied: I believe you.Followed by a big smiling face.

Wen Xiao then deleted the redundant words, and the two chatted casually as usual.Xia Jue complained half-jokingly, saying that the plane of a certain airline that she took today was indeed as one of their teachers said, the seat design was not very good, and it was uncomfortable to sit on.

Chatting intermittently until before going to bed, Wen Xiao remembered that today is Sunday, so he took out the little picture book Xia Jue gave him as usual, and turned to page nine.

To his surprise, this page is no longer a body sketch, but a Q-version cartoon.In the painting, little Xia Jue with fluffy tail and furry ears is frowning, sitting on a high pile of books, struggling to hold a huge pencil, with a bubble popping out above her head, with three large characters on it: mid-term exam.

Wen Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckled, took a photo of Xia Jue and sent it to Xia Jue, with a line of words: Good boy, come on.

——Tomorrow will enter November. Almost all college students across the country will have midterm exams or major assignments in this month according to different majors. The scores generally account for more than 30.00% of the final grade.

This seems to be a wake-up call, especially for freshmen.Before that, many of them were still immersed in the relaxed atmosphere of the ninety-day summer vacation, busy with club activities and socializing, lazy in their studies, and coping with things, and now they have to get nervous.

A small number of spamming discussions also appeared on the Weiming BBS of Peking University, the content of which was how to balance study and love.In fact, this kind of thing is the same thing, Wen Xiao and Xia Jue have already grasped it.

On Friday afternoon, Wen Xiao finished his macro economics class, and his roommates went to the library one after another.He happened to be back in the empty dormitory, video chatted with Xia Jue, and helped with high math problems.

"Gamma function, gamma is equal to arcsin plus one part of x minus x—"

Xia Jue seemed to have just finished sketching. She looked very busy, her face was stained with pencil dust, and she didn't even have time to wipe it off. She immediately sat down in front of the computer, connected to the video invitation, and spread out her homework to concentrate on listen.

"... Finding the differential d-gamma," Wen Xiao finished reading the question, raised his head and reminded him aloud, "face."

Not only the face, but also sporadic rubber crumbs at the ends of the hair; the desk is also messy, with various professional textbooks piled up, including "Introduction to Art", "Introduction to Design", "Design of Transportation Vehicles" and so on.

Xia Jue usually pays attention to his personal image in front of Wen Xiao, but at this moment, his mind is full of calculus symbols, and he couldn't react for a while, and said dully: "Huh?"

He was also wearing a dusty halterneck apron, which he had forgotten to take off.

Wen Xiao watched, feeling more and more amused, deliberately did not say anything, but continued to talk about the topic.He didn't remind Xia Jue again until after four o'clock, when he was going out to be a tutor.

Xia Jue shrunk down the full-screen video interface suspiciously, and finally saw his disheveled appearance. He quickly got up and took off his apron, and wiped it with a facial tissue.

"Dirty," Wen Xiao said of him in the video, "do you usually see people like this?"

Xia Jue felt ashamed, and argued: "I'm too busy, there's nothing I can do...Anyway, I don't care if I don't see you."

This sentence hit Wen Xiao somehow, he felt as if he was being scratched by a little fox's paw, and couldn't help but said, "It's okay to see me, I'll clean it up for you."

"That's weird," Xia Jue threw away the tissue paper and snorted, "Will you wash it for me? You don't...you don't dirty me, thank God."

The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, his face turned suspiciously red whether it was because he had rubbed too hard just now, or what.

Wen Xiao looked at the screen, but did not respond.

"Isn't it?" Xia Jue's ears are familiar, but her mouth is still stiff.

Wen Xiao looked at him quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "I still have to go out to work, and you must be at this time—to make waves?"

In an instant, Xia Jue's neck was burned at a speed visible to the naked eye, and white smoke was almost coming out of the top of his head.

He couldn't help but stammered, "I, I'm going to die!"

Wen Xiao said: "You hang up."

Xia Jue made a gesture to move the mouse, and the movement was slow, and he failed to close the window after a long while.

"...You should do it." He buried his face in his palms and whispered in a low voice.

Wen Xiao looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and he really didn't have time to joke anymore, so he said, "I really have to hang up, or I'll be late later."

"En." Xia Jue responded vaguely, still embarrassed to look up.

Wen Xiao warned: "Continue to review, don't be lazy."

Then Wen Xiao quickly hung up the network communication, but sat quietly at the table for dozens of seconds before getting up, packing his things and going out.

When he was downstairs, the phone screen lit up, and he received two messages from Xia Jue.

Xia Jue: Where there is no wind, there are no waves!

Xia Jue: You also work hard, don't be lazy [laughs].

Wen Xiao's eyes couldn't help softening -- he always did this now, when he received Xia Jue's message.

In addition, in the dry late autumn in the north, Wen Xiao inexplicably had a vivid illusion, as if Xia Jue was actually beside him, and they were not far apart.

And it seems that as long as Xia Jue smiles, everything about him will show a good sign.

Wen Xiao replied with a word of "yes", walked briskly, and jogged to the east gate of the school to take the subway.

On this day, he stayed at Wang Jinglei's house very late, because he was asked by Wang's mother to stay and discuss whether Wang Jinglei should learn the Olympiad.

Everyone is envious of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, which has abundant educational resources, but at the same time, there is great competition.I heard from Ms. Wang that almost everyone in Wang Jinglei's class has special skills: Mathematical Olympiad, model airplanes, musical instruments, calligraphy and painting, sports... No matter how bad they are, they can still write a good article.

Wang Jinglei is the latter.Since the fifth grade of elementary school, she has won the provincial first prize and the provincial special prize in the national "Chinese Newspaper Cup" essay competition.However, if you are good at arts and sports, you can choose the high school attached to the arts and sports, and the Olympic mathematics and aircraft model players can be specially recruited by famous schools, but the status of writing is a bit embarrassing and slightly tasteless.

Therefore, after learning about Wen Xiao's Olympiad experience, Ms. Wang wanted to let Wang Jinglei learn from him.

"Xiao Wen, do you think this will work?" She expressed her thoughts to Wen Xiao, and then worried, "Is it too late?"

Wen Xiao hesitated for a moment, and saw Wang Jinglei sitting on the side with her head bowed, shaking her toes absently, obviously reluctant, but embarrassed to say it in front of her mother.

"It's a bit late," Wen Xiao thought for a while, and said, "And it's best to look at personal preferences. I was interested in mathematics at the time, so I took the initiative to get in touch."

Wang Jinglei looked up curiously after hearing this: "You actually like mathematics? Then why don't you read it now?"

"I didn't make it to the national team." Wen Xiao explained calmly.

Ms. Wang quickly winked at Wang Jinglei and criticized, "It's rude."

Wang Jinglei obediently did not talk back to her mother, but secretly made faces at Wen Xiao.

"Actually, I also understand that the child's interest is the most important thing," Wang's mother continued to say to Wen Xiao, "but now the competition for higher education is too fierce, learning the Olympiad will definitely help her in the future, and writing is not necessarily the case. We are Ordinary people don’t plan to go abroad for undergraduates, but they hope to get some extra-curricular points to squeeze out Qingbei people to return to these famous domestic schools.”

When Wen Xiao heard the last word, he remembered something, and asked, "Then, have you ever heard about the Boya Cup?"

Wang Jinglei and Wang Mama looked at each other in a daze.

"It's Fudan's liberal arts essay competition, aimed at middle school students, but it's not essay writing, but academically inclined," Wen Xiao said. "Winners can enjoy Fudan's preferential policies for self-enrollment. It seems like a direct record."

Wang Jinglei suddenly became interested and began to search on her mobile phone.

"Liberal arts competition?" Mama Wang still had concerns, "The future of studying literature is not as good as studying theory."

"Mom..." Wang Jinglei couldn't hold back at last, and she dragged her voice to act coquettishly.

Wen Xiao also said: "She is only in the second year of junior high school, so she is not in a hurry, she can plan slowly, and there are still many liberal arts competitions. As for the Olympiad, if it is not for interest, it may not be very enjoyable to learn."

Mama Wang sighed.

Wen Xiao then prepared to leave.Mother Wang had a phone call temporarily, and Wang Jinglei sent him to the door and asked, "Do you really think I don't need to learn Mathematical Olympiad?"

Wen Xiao asked back, "Do you want to?"

"Of course I don't want to," Wang Jinglei pouted, "I like writing, not mathematics."

Wen Xiao said, "You're not going to be a star anymore?"

"That's for me..." Wang Jinglei said halfway, swallowed the original part and changed her words, "It's for others, anyway, writing is what I really like, but my mother may not be at ease."

Wen Xiao paused and said, "Since this is the case, there is no need to force yourself to do other things. With your mother, you still have opportunities to communicate, and it is not so easy to find what you like and want to do."

"It's not easy, don't you just like mathematics?" Wang Jinglei felt strange, with a suspicious look on her face, "You want to say persistence. Are you lazy and not persistent? Then I am not like you, I will always work hard."

Wen Xiao glanced at her, turned and left.

When he reached the gate of the community, he stopped abruptly, seemingly thinking about something, and was in a trance for more than ten minutes before leaving for the subway station.

Two weeks later, the midterm exams of all colleges of Peking University were basically over.

For a time, there were mourners and misery everywhere.Especially in the following week, every day, the test papers were handed out one by one, and the scores in red letters on the white paper were shocking.

Wen Xiao also got his grades in various subjects one after another, and overall, he was not surprised: line generation, probability and other advanced mathematics courses were all full marks, and the results of professional courses such as microeconomics and macroeconomics were not bad.

At first, he didn't realize anything, but he just felt quite satisfied, until he was asked by his roommate, which immediately caused the whole dormitory to exclaim, and was surrounded by a barbecue restaurant for a treat.

And one evening after that, Wen Xiao suddenly received a new email in his student mailbox.

The sender claimed to be a graduate student of one of his professors, who was in charge of marking the midterm exam papers of his class, and was deeply impressed by his answers.

As it happens, this professor is the mentor of a team of undergraduates in the school. This team specializes in mathematical modeling and is preparing to participate in the National Undergraduate Mathematical Contest in Modeling in September next year.