Yujing University implements a teaching management system in which credits are managed concurrently during the academic year.
Excellent students can graduate early as long as they can complete their professional scores in advance and pass the examination.
But what makes Jing Changjia different from other students is that he has just changed departments. The credits previously taken in the Computer Science Department will not be recognized by the Mathematics Department. If you want to graduate early, you must earn enough credits from scratch.
The total number of professional courses and elective courses is conservatively estimated to take two years.
The child was seriously injured and lost two years. It will take another two years to graduate and you will be on the same starting line as other students of the same year. Lu Chengchuan thought, this would work. When the time comes, he would go to graduate school in this school, and then go to Bouygo to study in depth with Wilson. Then it would be convenient to go back to school...
Lu Chengchuan planned carefully, but did not reveal anything to Jing Changjia. The child may have his own ideas. When the sophomore students return from military training and school officially starts, it won't be too late to let Jing Changjia experience the normal learning rhythm of the mathematics department.
After the meal, they just stayed in the private room of Jingjia Restaurant and chatted until dinner time. After dinner, seeing that it would be outrageous to continue, Lu Chengchuan dragged Professor Wilson back to the hotel.
Yang Heng had returned to school long ago. Jing Changjia returned home alone and started tinkering in his study.
In addition to the 150-inch ultra-thin TV, he also bought an ultra-high-definition 3D projector. For this reason, the walls of the study room were even repainted with projection-specific paint.
When Jing's parents came home, Jing Changjia was adjusting the projector.
They watched quietly at the door for a while, and then when Jing Changjia stopped, he said, "Jiajia, go to bed early when you are done. You are not fully recovered yet, and you will have to go for a review in two days."
Jing Changjia waved with a crooked eyebrow: "Mom and Dad, come and take a look."
As he spoke, he pressed the play switch, and blazing flames immediately burned on the wall.
The red flames were accompanied by thick smoke, and just looking at it made me feel that the temperature in the room had risen a lot.
"This effect is really good." Jing's mother said in surprise, "Can it be done like this now?"
"It's a new technology." Jing Changjia said, "It's just a bit expensive. After buying this, I won't buy anything else."
"If you like it, buy it." Jing's mother said quickly, "We will be happy if you buy it."
They used to be busy making money, and what they originally wanted was to give their children a good life. But later on, Jing Changjia was always left to his aunt, and he was immersed in the restaurant without taking care of the children.
Later, Jing Changjia had an accident. Even though the school paid for the medical expenses, they still did not find a full-time professional nurse. What he was thinking about was that he was afraid that Jing Changjia would not wake up in the future, or that something unexpected would happen to him when he woke up. That way, when his parents are gone, he still has enough money to finance his future life.
But now their Jiajia is standing in front of them, with an uplifted posture and picturesque features, looking the healthiest possible. The child just wants to spend some money and buy some new things, so what's wrong with that?
Jiajia also suffers from acquired savant syndrome.
Since I woke up, I have become very interested in mathematics, and I have spent all the time studying.
This disease is too rare. They quietly checked a lot of information, but found nothing. Even the doctors couldn't say much.
They only know that this disease will make Jiajia smarter, but they don't know if it will have other sequelae and make Jiajia unhappy.
For this lost child, they just want him to live a happy life.
"Mom and dad are not short of money. If Jiajia likes anything, just buy it." Jing's mother emphasized.
Jing Changjia just smiled: "I've already bought it."
"Well, okay." Jing's mother changed the subject with some disappointment, "Are your two teachers today math teachers? Why did they call you Wu...wujiu?"
"It's not Wujiu." Jing Changjia smiled and glanced at Jing's father, who had been standing by the door, "It was my father who named me Wujiu."
Jing's father was stunned when he heard this.
"No blame. Wu is the opposite of long, and blame is the opposite of good. They are words with opposite meanings, but the same meaning." Jing Changjia explained, "No blame means that there is no disaster, and the good times are good."
The general was stationed in northern Xinjiang all year round, but he actually didn't spend much time with him. However, on his deathbed, someone brought him a message and gave him the word "blessing".
He hopes that his children will never have disasters and enjoy good times.
Jing's mother clearly didn't know anything, but listening to Jing Changjia's words, her nose felt a little sore for no reason.
She glanced at Jing's father angrily and said with a smile: "Nonsense, when did your father become so educated and give you such a name?"
Dad Jing touched his nose and nodded in agreement.
What he is best at in his life is holding a kitchen knife and spatula in the kitchen. He can't come up with such a meaningful name.
But I heard Jing Changjia say: "It's in a dream. Dad, Mom, you are with me in the dream, so I am not sad."
Jing's mother was shocked and tears fell immediately.
Jing Changjia hurriedly went to coax him.
Originally, Jing's mother just couldn't help herself for a moment, but seeing Jing Changjia looking so worried and nervous, her emotions became more and more uncontrollable.
She felt sorry for the child so much, but he still loved them sincerely.
Jing's mother hugged Jing Changjia and couldn't help crying.
"It's okay, it's all over..." Jing Changjia patted her back and comforted her softly.
It wasn't until more than an hour later that the house became quiet again.
After saying good night to his parents, Jing Changjia quietly returned to the study, dragged some needed projection materials into the download software, and opened the preprint platform that he had not opened all day.
Only then did he realize that the reply area of his paper had exploded.
At first, there were only a few relatively simple messages from fellow scholars. After Professor Wilson appeared, several well-known experts in this field appeared, and later there were even a few more Wheatfield Award winners. ask a question.
The gathering of living "Nobels" attracted young scholars to tell each other, and the number of preprints read reached an astonishing level in just one day.
Jing Changjia ignored those exclamations and looked at the questions one by one. He pondered for a while before starting to answer one by one: "According to the transformation rules of the ideal index, although we did not change the geometric carrier, the ideal index in the environmental plan..."
"Concerning the important properties of characteristic algebra (E), we have to talk about the decomposition theorem..."
Winners of the Wheatfield Prize ask more sophisticated and profound questions than ordinary scholars. While Jing Changjia was asking and answering questions, he almost thought he had held an academic seminar.
And that’s the beauty of preprint platforms.
He didn't even need to hold an academic report, but he already faced "difficulties" from his colleagues around the world.
Such "making things difficult" is joyful. All truths become clearer with more debate, and Jing Changjia is happy to exchange problem-solving ideas with them.
And when enough mathematicians pay attention to this issue, maybe... his paper can be reviewed earlier?
Although now he no longer needs an SCI as a stepping stone to enter the Mathematics Department of Yuda University. But now that the results have come out, it will be considered a perfect result only after it is published.
When Jing Changjia finished answering the questions left by the preprint platform and stood up, rubbing his neck, the sky was already filled with white light.
When he walked out of the study, he saw that his parents had already gone to the dining room. There was a small note on the table, reminding him to have breakfast.
Jing Changjia felt warm in his heart and obediently went into the kitchen and ate the breakfast specially made for him by his parents. Then I left home and went to school to complete the procedures.
Professor Lu Chengchuan was watching, and his department transfer procedures were completed very quickly. Because of his health, the school does not force him to live on campus. He only has to wait until his sophomore year starts before he can take classes with his classmates.
After finishing everything, I left school. It was not even ten o'clock in the morning.
Maybe I can go back and catch up on some sleep...
Just as he was hesitating, his cell phone rang.
Jing Changjia looked at the caller ID and answered the phone with some surprise: "You are so busy, why would you think of contacting me?"
"Where are you?" Feng Zhaoye's smiling voice came over, "It's time for you to review."
"Don't be like this, this is not something you should remember." Jing Changjia was particularly blunt when he saw no one in person, "Our relationship wasn't so good before."
Feng Zhaoye was not annoyed and answered him calmly: "Then you should treat me as a good deed and send Buddha to the West. Wait at the school gate and I will pick you up."
How did you know he was at school?
Jing Changjia raised his eyebrows and looked around a few times, but didn't say anything. When Feng Zhaoye arrived in his car, he got into the car with a smile.
After fastening his seat belt, Jing Changjia asked: "Am I the first person you have ever saved?"
Feng Zhaoye glanced at him: "Why do you ask that?"
"I remember that you went to the national defense in advance." Jing Changjia said matter-of-factly, "Although I don't know what you studied, but if you care so much about everyone you save, you can't manage your time. "
"You have different meanings." Feng Zhaoye said simply, "You will be very busy when school starts, so you can take care of yourself."
"Don't worry, I take my health very seriously."
Jing Changjia didn't talk nonsense. After arriving at the hospital, he was extremely cooperative throughout the entire process, even completing the tiring and tedious rehabilitation tests obediently.
By the time all inspections were completed, the sun in the sky was already heading west.
Jing Changjia glanced at the sky and said, "Did you exceed your time limit today?"
"Today is a day off. I can go back later if I make a report." Feng Zhaoye said.
Jing Changjia asked curiously: "How late?"
"Before nine o'clock in the evening."
"Then let's go have a meal now!" Jing Changjia agreed happily.
If it were Jing Changjia in high school, he would never have imagined that one day he would invite Feng Zhaoye to have dinner with him.
But now, in the eyes of Prince Yunzhong, who has experienced all kinds of great changes, Feng Zhaoye is already a rare friend without any impurities.
Not to mention the feeling of eating with this person was unexpectedly pleasant.
They have similar tastes and similar expertise. After six years in the same middle school and high school, we still have many same memories.
Those long-sealed memories became vivid and colorful in an instant when the other party casually mentioned them. With the recovery of these memories, Jing Changjia also has a clearer and more down-to-earth feeling about the world.
After just one meal, he actually felt like a belated confidant to Feng Zhaoye.
It's a pity that his best friend only has two hours of free time a month.
So after dinner, Feng Zhaoye sent Jing Changjia home and left without looking back.
Jing Changjia returned to the study. He stared at the TV and projector that had been arranged for a long time, and then said: "System, let's broadcast live."
