Bai Qian lowered her head, looked at the physics book at hand, and then looked at the physics exercises. After writing two questions, she put down the pen and murmured softly: "Am I... finally starting to ruin the teacher's reputation?"

In the past, she could not say that she was proficient in the six arts of a gentleman and the eight elegances of life. At least she had become a master.

With the rapid development of modern technology, the original owner's mind was empty and she had no knowledge at all. She read the books in the library for a few days and could understand most of them.

She felt that the book she read was not difficult, but...

The problem is this -

The knowledge and examples she learned: [11=]

The question she did: [Prove that e(iπ)1=0]

Bai Qian thought quietly——

I wonder if she would burn two extra sticks of incense for the teacher when she went back. Will the teacher forgive her for embarrassing him in modern times?

The library has a large collection of books, but there are also shortcomings.

For example, deeper knowledge, such as a larger question bank.

She didn't even see it.

Hearing her sigh, the child holding the paintbrush next to him turned his head and stared at her with a pair of big black and white eyes.

"Choose c."

He suddenly spoke.

Bai Zian paused for a moment, then she turned over the answer and found that c was correct.

So he turned around and said, "Quick calculation?"

On the first day she came to the library, she saw the child who had followed her from the train station to the city gate when she came to Xiangcheng. They had a close relationship.

In the next few days, the two of them showed up on time when the library opened at eight o'clock. They read and studied together, and neither of them liked to talk much.

The little kid shook his head.

After a while, he explained, "My brother has a shorthand model for this kind of question, and there is an algorithm."

Whose shorthand model does ordinary children remember?

Bai Qian accepted it well: "That's it, do you want to drink milk tea?"

"No……"

Bai Qian didn't give him a chance to object. She leaned on the table and smiled like a spring breeze: "By the way, I have always regarded you as my good friend——"

She paused, "What's your name?"

Jiang He: "..."

"Jiang He, the crane that went to the lonely mountain but never returned."

"Oh, Jiang He, I have always regarded you as my good friend." Bai Qian crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it back, then knocked on his head, "Let's go out."

The two people left their seats.

The paper went steadily into a red hollow wastebasket in the corner.

The mobile phone rang in his pocket. There was no signed number. Bai Qian picked it up casually, "Hello?"

The person on the other side obviously didn't expect her voice to be so calm. He paused and said indifferently, "It's me."

"Who?" Bai Zian was impatient.

"Bai Qian, Bai Shaoqi and I have more topics in common. Even without her, our relationship will not change in any way." On the other end of the phone, Song Ming didn't believe that Bai Qian didn't have his phone number. She just thought that Bai Qian did it on purpose.
Chapter completed!