Airborne Learning God

Chapter 27

The massive test booklets that Zheng Aiqing ordered on Double Eleven arrived intermittently within half a month, which was slower than Zheng Aiqing expected.

Dozens of exercise books filled She Jian's back cabinet. The basketballs in it had been confiscated by Qi Fangfang, and the rest were jerseys and sneakers. Now they were all cleared away and replaced with knowledge. .

Zheng Aiqing has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, and she can't see the mess. Therefore, those exercise books are carefully classified and stacked according to size and thickness. Even if the cabinet is locked, Zheng Aiqing can't see whether it is messy or not.

For five consecutive days, She Jian was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, with Xue Jinxing in his left hand and Wang Houxiong in his right hand, and the three of them traveled together.

After self-study in the morning, She Jian went to the back cabinet and looked up the book Physics [-], which contained detailed knowledge points, which was suitable for him who knew nothing and had a blank mind.

"Hiss~" She Jian took a deep breath, his expression intoxicated, and then he stretched out his arms to embrace Sun Yuchang, who was also rummaging through the back cabinet, "Come on, smell it!"

Sun Yuchang refused indifferently, "No need, I can smell your stinky feet from here."

Zheng Aiqing, who was eating breakfast, looked back at the two of them curiously.

She Jian immediately retorted solemnly and fiercely, trying to clarify himself and prove that he is a clean little clean, "You have stinky feet, my brother just has sweaty feet, how many men don't have sweaty feet!"

"Lu Zi also said that he is a self-written paper." Sun Yuchang held his breath.

Unable to say Sun Yuchang, She Jian put on a hijab to get back to the scene, "Don't change the subject for me, I let you smell it, to let you know what the smell of knowledge is."

Sun Yuchang was not good at words, and for a while, he couldn't refute the cheeky She Jian.

She Jian took Sun Yuchang's silence as an admission of defeat, and he returned to his seat like a big rooster fighting for victory, holding the physical five three.

"Little friend, don't listen to Changchang, he's a fool, my feet don't stink, don't you know that you are at the same table with me?"

Looking at She Jian who was still trying to "whitewash" herself, Zheng Aiqing burst into laughter, "Well, I know, I believe you."

Jiang Lu in the front row rolled his eyes when he heard that, they have been playing since they were young.

She Jian has had sweaty feet since she was a child. I think back when they were just diced carrots, they would come home sweaty in the summer. If She Jian didn't wash her feet in the yard, Aunt Zhou wouldn't let She Jian into the house!

"Brother Qing, how do you determine whether an object is moving at a uniform speed?" She Jian pushed Wu San over, pointed to an experimental question and asked Zheng Aiqing.

Zheng Aiqing is filling out the registration form for the physics competition, and tomorrow is the submission date, "△S=aT"

"oh oh."

1 minute later...

She Jian bit the cap of the fountain pen, "Brother Qing, is the working voltage of the spark timer 220V?"

"Yes."

"Hey, then I remember it right!" She Jian felt very happy, he finally memorized a knowledge point correctly, and he didn't read the learning materials compiled by the children for him in vain!

She Jian took the pen and continued to answer the questions with confidence.

2 minute later...

"Then how much is its management cycle? Brother Qing?"

Zheng Aiqing was filling in her home address, when she heard She Jian's question, he answered without raising his head, "T=0.02s, f=50Hz."

"Ah! That's right! I remembered! Thank you, Brother Qing!" She Jian patted his head, with a look of sudden realization, "Brother Qing, please continue writing, I won't bother you anymore."

Zheng Aiqing encouraged him, "Come on."

3 minute later...

She Jian stretched out her index finger and poked Zheng Aiqing's elbow, "Hey, brother Qing, look at this [find the acceleration of object motion from a paper tape]..."

Zheng Aiqing was caught off guard and was poked on the left elbow, and the movement of the arm also affected the registration form. Therefore, he did not write the last word in the last column of the competition registration form.

It's almost obsessive-compulsive disorder!

"What kind of paper tape are you using?" Zheng Aiqing couldn't bear to pat the fountain pen on the table, and then began to poke She Jian's arm cracklingly, "Have you finished verifying the uniform speed movement? Have you written the experimental principle of the electric spark timer? Get it done." Is the interval solved?"

She Jian shook her head in a daze, and said, "No...no. I...I don't know how to...just skip it."

Zheng Aiqing was anxious, "You!"

"Skip it if you don't, didn't you tell me?" She Jian felt aggrieved and anxious. He turned the pen, but couldn't relieve it. I know the formula, but I still don’t know how to count, so I can only skip it.”

【Ring ring ring】

Seventh Middle School's preparation bell rang.

"A full 8 minutes." Zheng Aiqing frowned, his anger came and went quickly, and now the uncomfortable feeling of obsessive-compulsive disorder has passed.

Looking at the pitiful She Jian, Zheng Aiqing stretched out her hand to press the exercise book on She Jian's desktop, pulled it over, glanced at the question, and found that the experimental question was so simple that it was the conscience of the industry. There were no difficulties, and it was given by known conditions enough.

"In 8 minutes, you haven't solved a single question, and you keep skipping, so you just skip to the last question in the exam, and you can just hand in the blank paper in the college entrance examination. The next day, you can be on the news, and you can make a small fire, you... "

【Ring ring ring】

Zheng Aiqing was interrupted by the official class bell.

Seeing that the history teacher had come in, Zheng Aiqing closed She Jian's Wusan, "I'll teach you after class, now you have to listen carefully to my class!"

This guy actually scored zero in the history test last time?!

Zheng Aiqing seriously doubts whether She Jian is Chinese!

The history teacher played the PPT while lecturing, and the students below were busy taking notes and highlighting key points.

She Jian's head was buzzing.

Where do cavemen live?

How did he know, he didn't want to know, anyway, he didn't live in the cave.

What is the content of Shang Yang's reform?

You can ask Shang Yang what he is doing, it is not that he wants to overthrow the dynastic system.

She Jian reluctantly listened to it for a few minutes before her eyelids began to droop.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at Zheng Aiqing, trying to refresh himself.

Seeing his little friend nibbling at the foreign literature again, She Jian leaned his head over and rubbed back and forth on Zheng Aiqing's loose school uniform.

Zheng Aiqing's rubbed body also swayed back and forth, he tilted his head, "???"

She Jian whispered to him, "I belong to Fantuan!"

Zheng Aiqing looked at him quietly, without speaking.

She Jian could even clearly see herself reflected in Zheng Aiqing's clear and focused pupils, with slightly disheveled hair and an idiot expression, and the meaning conveyed from those beautiful eyes:

【Stupid】

She Jian moved his head, "Hey, kid, your clothes smell so good!" He then shrugged his nose and sniffed carefully, "It's really fragrant, it smells so sweet!"

"My school uniform hasn't been washed for three days." Zheng Aiqing raised her arm and smelled her school uniform, wondering, "There is no smell at all?"

She Jian said yes, "Little friend, what brand and flavor of laundry detergent do you use?"

"Lavender's blue moon?" Zheng Aiqing was not sure, "I'm not sure, I'm not usually the one who does the laundry."

She Jian smelled it again, "My kid smells... of milk and Dunhill smoke."

Hearing this, Zheng Aiqing raised her eyebrows, "Dunhill? Are you still smoking?"

"I don't smoke!" She Jian shook her head, "It's my dad who likes to smoke."

"My dad is too." Zheng Aiqing answered, "He said that in the smell of Dunhill smoke, there is a heritage and symbol of an adventurous spirit."

She Jian raised her eyebrows in surprise, "My dad said that too!"

Zheng Aiqing tilted her head, "My father also said that my mother is his insurance, the only one and his favorite."

"Damn it!" She Jian patted her thigh, "My dad said that too!"

"The two of you who are inseparable from each other in the back, come on, yes, it's just you two, Zheng Aiqing and She Jian, get up, you two go to the back of the classroom, stick to the cabinet and look at each other."

The whole class turned their heads in unison, their eyes like searchlights.

Zheng Aiqing: "..."

She Jian: "..."

After hesitating for a second, the two obediently stood up and went to stand behind, but their faces were facing forward.

"Come on, look at each other, don't look at me, aren't you happy to look at each other? Hurry up!"

Zheng Aiqing blushed, not knowing whether it was from embarrassment or anger.

She Jian turned her head away, thinking that the possibility of the latter should be greater.

From the corner of the eye, she caught a glimpse of She Jian turning her head. Hearing the history teacher's urging, Zheng Aiqing finally gave in, and slowly turned her face away.

Then she met She Jian's bright eyes and beautiful handsome face.

"Very good, keep still, you two don't see cervical spondylosis today, you are not allowed to go back to your seat, let's see if you are still skinny in the future! The rest of the students, let the teacher supervise!"

Whistling, whistling, slapping the table to make a fuss, the students in Class [-] changed their previous listlessness, and the laughter at this moment can lift the roof of the house!

Looking at those poor and happy people, Zheng Aiqing enlightened herself: Don't be angry, don't be angry, and there is no one to replace you when you are sick.

Myself, don't care about the idiot brother!

The history teacher saw that the students were all refreshed and no longer sleepy, so he continued to lecture, "Xianbei and Qiang people used to be..."

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the history teacher with a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart asked Zheng Aiqing and She Jian to return to their seats.

Jin Chuanpeng teased, seeming to mean something, "I heard that people who love each other will kiss each other if they look at each other for ten seconds~"

The ending sound of the last word rises, it sounds cheap and swishing.

"How do I see three seconds?" Jiang Lu was puzzled.

"Three seconds is too short!" Sun Yuchang shook his head in denial.

Zheng Aiqing squeezed her hands and said, "What's the meaning of kissing, how about kissing my fist?"

The three were silent.

Especially Jiang Lu, he touched his mouth subconsciously, feeling that his lips were still aching.

During the next class, Zheng Aiqing asked She Jian, "Why didn't you say anything when Babai teased us so much just now?"

She Jian wondered, "Why did you say anything?"

Zheng Aiqing hated that iron could not be made into steel, "Then why don't you use force to frighten them?!"

"But I've heard that too." She Jian paused and added, "But what I heard was five seconds."

Zheng Aiqing: "..." All right, excuse me.

After lunch, Zheng Aiqing began to tutor She Jian's study, "The answers to the experimental questions like counting the timer are similar, and there are even some questions that the teacher who wrote the questions can't innovate, such as the experimental process..."

Zheng Aiqing, who was serious about the topic, had an indescribable earnestness, the feeling of being completely involved in it, as if no one could disturb her.

She Jian imagined in a trance that one day in the future, the feeling of being watched seriously by a child with his big watery eyes.

I see that all living beings are grass and trees, but you are the green hill, so that's probably the case.

Unable to hold back, She Jian took out her phone and took a profile photo of Zheng Aiqing. She was editing a message and was about to post it on Moments to show off, when a sinister voice rang in her ear:

"I'm drooling over there, what are you doing?"

After clicking send, She Jian locked the phone and admitted his mistake, "My mistake, I'm sorry, forgive me."

Looking at She Jian's apologetic appearance, even though his attitude of admitting his mistakes was really sincere, Zheng Aiqing still felt extremely depressed.

After school, She Jian walked home while flipping through her phone, there was a reminder on the top post on the post bar.

She gradually opened it.

"Record stickers, predict the grades of every exam in the first year of senior high school"

Someone immediately posted below:

【I bet full marks!】

【Anyway, my male god must still be number one in grade!】

【Woc's current juniors are all so powerful?】

[I always feel that this post will become a gathering place for lemon essence. 】

【…】

At the end of November, and the monthly exam was coming soon, She Jian clicked his tongue twice and put his phone back in his pocket.

Before returning home, She Jian turned to the neighborhood supermarket again, and when he came out again, he was holding a bag of lavender-scented Blue Moon laundry detergent in his hand.

WeChat jingled, and after unlocking it, She Jian found that it was Jin Chuanpeng and the others accusing him of shameless news.

The circle of friends at noon liked a lot, and commented on a bunch of little scumbags who licked the screen.

She Jian clicked on the circle of friends. In this icy and snowy world, he was alone, smiling like a crazy person.

[I'm at the same table, handsome, tall and good at studying, he leads me to improve every day, we are going to participate in this year's physics competition together. (picture)】

The picture is the one I took earlier.

Probably because She Jian was too excited to shake her hands, the contours of Zheng Aiqing's face in the photo are a little blurry, but the blurring is just right, with a kind of hazy beauty.

It's just like that kind... She Jian looked through his lack of vocabulary, and he looks like that kind of man who is tearing up!

Ok.

[The author has something to say]: She Jian: A serious man is the most charming! Hehe...hehe

Seriously Zheng Aiqing: Give me a play with my abs, I can be more charming!