Chapter 30: Submit assignment 014, scored _3<div>


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    When he got out of the car, the milk tea shop was no longer open to the public, with only one incandescent light on by the window.


    Bai Lian was doing her homework with her head down. It was a bit cold that night, so she had put on her school uniform jacket, without zipping it up, revealing the white embroidered cor inside. She rested her chin on one hand in azy manner while holding a pen in the other, her eyshes half-lowered.<div>


    People passing by would frequently turn their heads for another look.


    Jiang He sat beside her, engrossed in twisting a Rubik’s cube.


    The wind chime at the door rang, and Bai Lian and Jiang He both lifted their heads simultaneously to see who wasing in.


    Jiang Fi always had a cold and noble look in his eyes, restrained in his elegance. He was still holding his coat that bore the chill of the outside, his figure tall and straight, slightly bowing his head as he entered.


    Seeing the two of them look up at him, his steps halted curiously for a second.


    Why did he take in Jiang He?


    Perhaps because seeing three-year-old Jiang He waiting alone at home for parents who would never return, he could rte.


    Jiang He was a loner, spoke little, but hardly ever caused trouble. These past few days had been the most spirited he had ever been.


    Jiang Fi felt an illusion that it was as if Bai Lian and Jiang He were waiting for him.


    The assistant arranged the meals neatly, including Bai Lian’s share.


    Without being polite, Bai Lian picked up her chopsticks, and while eating, she showed Jiang Fi the problem distributed today, “The teacher had me attend a tutorial ss. I can understand the lecture, but the problems are really… ‘<div>


    She paused, “Makes me want to fight them.”


    Jiang Fi found it a bit funny.


    “Don’t rush into a fight just yet,” he said with his clear, light voice, reaching out to take it. The printout bore the Jiangjing University logo, and he skimmed it to understand the gist, “It’s not your problem. This person’s way of setting questions is just like this, simple. After we eat, I’ll exin it to you.”


    The problem that no one in Xiangcheng Middle School could solve, he casually passed off with two light “simples.”


    During the meal, Jiang Fi earnestly sent a message to Maxwell, suggesting


    [The PhDs you mentor can’t set problems properly. I could teach them] Bai Lian had attended many sses thesest two days, including the recorded lessons from a famous teacher tonight.


    It’s only after listening to others that one can makeparisons.


    Jiang Fi was much clearer than they were, straightforward, easy to understand, and detailed, even softening his voice a bit.


    Bai Lian watched him intently, her pair of dark eyes filled with a strong desire for knowledge, “So, is the constancy of the speed of light derived or proven?”


    “Maxwell’s equations…” Jiang Fi reached for a pen, his fingers elegant, clean and long. He wrote a set of beautiful equations on the back.


    Jiang He was drinking milk nearby, looking at Jiang Fi with an expressionless face.<div>


    Last month, he had asked Jiang Fi a simr question.


    The other man pointed at a folder and said indifferently—


    “There’s a paper I published in Nature two years ago on the topic, find it yourself.”


    Are these words said by a human being?


    Jiang Fi was very clear, and since Bai Lian e s main focus of study recently was electromaism, she could almost understand the problem.


    The next day at school, shepleted the problem based on her understanding.


    Tonight’s tutorial ss was on mathematics.


    The homeroom teacher of ss 8 collected yesterdays practice problems and distributed the newly printed solutions to everyone before starting today’s video.


    The students watched the video.


    After returning to his desk, the homeroom teacher took out his usual grading book and two pens, and started correcting the submitted practice problems. Most students hadn’tpleted them. After reviewing each student’s work, he made a note in their regr grades.


    All of this would be part of the assessment in a month’s time.<div>


    The problem was excessively difficult. The ss 8 teacher had almost stayed up all night to fully understand the answer after receiving it. When he saw


    Ning Xiao’s answer, he Wff0te a big “8” behind his name.


    The regr grade was out of ten points.


    Most others scored between four and five.


    Ren Wanxuan’s answer was a bit higher, six points.


    Chen Zhu didn’t cover as many aspects as Ning Xiao did, seven points.


    A bunch of science students with wildly scribbled writing, he spent years searching for twisted answers in various cracks.


    Not until turning to thest page did the words arranged neatly, stroke by stroke, catch his eye, even neater and more beautiful than the printed problems. The homeroom teacher’s eyes lit up.


    He focused on the content, bing serious at the first question, but when he


    reached the second one— His pupils contracted..