Genius Girlfriend

On September 4, 2004, Jiang Yubai just turned nine years old and transferred to a new school.

He was put into the fourth grade (1) class.

The head teacher is a female teacher in her thirties. She has shoulder-length hair, framed glasses, a white shirt and linen skirt, and her look is a little serious.

The principal, the deputy principal, and the dean were all standing at the door of the fourth grade (1) class, and they whispered a few words to the class teacher. The class teacher immediately showed a very bright smile and said softly: "Jiang Yubai, I am you My head teacher is Wu Xiqian."

Standing straight, Jiang Yubai answered, "Hello, Teacher Wu."

Wu Xiqian smiled deeper: "Jiang Yubai, hurry into the classroom. This class happens to be my Chinese class. I will let all the students in our class come to meet you."

Teacher Wu raised a hand and clicked the front door of the fourth grade (1) class.

In an instant, the class was quiet.

Teacher Wu stepped into the classroom and the soles of his shoes made a muffled noise on the plastic floor. But Jiang Yubai carried his schoolbag, walked without sound, like a quiet ghost, standing on the three-foot podium.

"The whole class is paying attention," Teacher Wu clapped his hands and introduced, "There is a new transfer student in our class this semester. His name is Jiang Yubai."

There are forty-eight students in the class. Teacher Wu's voice fell behind, and forty-eight glances condensed on Jiang Yubai's face.

Jiang Yubai wore a light-colored T-shirt and black sports trousers. His height, body shape and length are superior to all boys in the class.

The fact is before everyone's eyes--Jiang Yubai is the best-looking boy in the whole grade and even in the school. His facial features can withstand the most critical look.

He introduced himself: "Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Yubai, Jiang is the Yangtze River, and Yubai is..."

In the last row of the classroom, a girl's voice continued: "Jiangbi bird is over white, mountains blue and white are burning."

Jiang Bi bird is more than white, mountain blue and white are burning.

Yes, this poem comes from Du Fu's handwriting, and it is also the source of Jiang Yubai's name.

Who is speaking?

Jiang Yubai followed the prestige and saw a beautiful girl with a ponytail. She is still childish, her eyes are clear and bright, and she looks over the many classmates in the classroom, looking at him with great interest.

There is an empty seat beside her.

She is not at the same table.

Jiang Yubai was distracted. He thought his name came from lonely and no classmate would know it. Didn't he expect that any girl in the class could read it?

At this time, Teacher Wu knocked on the blackboard. The head teacher wrote the three characters "Jiang Yubai" on the blackboard and taught the whole class dutifully. Finally, he added something: "Student Jiang Yubai, he studied in a private elementary school in Singapore. In three years, he went back to China with his parents during the summer vacation this year. If he does not learn "Chinese" well, classmates, should you help him?"

The class shouted in unison: "Should!"

Teacher Wu nodded and said loudly, "You are the third batch of students I have taken. Every time Teacher Wu takes students, he has to take them from the first grade to the sixth grade... Why? Because of this. Teacher Wu and his classmates are like a family. They are very close, right? Our class is still an experimental class for the whole grade. We must give the whole grade a good atmosphere and set a good example. My ugly words are the first, if anyone dares to be in front of me You’re bullying transfer students in your class, don’t blame me for not showing you mercy, have you heard?"

The students sparsely answered: "I heard it!"

Teacher Wu wiped the blackboard clean, and patted off the soot twice.

The dust of chalk is scattered in the bright sun, and every drop of smoke has a specific shape.

They landed on Teacher Wu's clothes and stuck to her hair, like a heavy snow falling from the sky, and made Jiang Yubai take a step back unconsciously-he had a slight cleanliness since he was a child.

Teacher Wu faced the whole class and once again agitated: "You guys speak louder! Didn't you have breakfast in the morning? Did you hear what the teacher said?"

The students immediately answered in a higher tone: "I heard it!"

Teacher Wu is only satisfied.

She turned her head and said to Jiang Yubai: "Well, look where there is a seat, you can choose one yourself. Or the teacher will help you choose one..."

Jiang Yubai hesitated for a moment, and walked straight to the last row of the classroom. He sat next to the girl just now. Before he could speak, the girl said to him: "Hello, my name is Lin Zhixia."

He answered politely: "Hello, my name is Jiang Yubai."

"Haha," Lin Zhixia smiled sweetly, "I know your name is Jiang Yubai."

Jiang Yubai unzipped his schoolbag and took out a black leather notebook from it. He put the notebook on the desk and put the bag back in the drawer, ready to listen carefully.

The seats of him and Lin Zhixia are in the corner of the last row of the classroom. Lin Zhixia was next to a glass window, and the blue cloth curtain was folded by her and hung on the side.

She was very curious about Jiang Yubai, turning her face away from time to time, taking a peek at him, and finally annoyed him.

He asked in a low voice, "Why are you looking at me?"

Lin Zhixia asked quietly: "How old are you this year?"

Jiang Yubai answered truthfully: "Nine years old."

Lin Zhixia asked again: "Did you grow up in Singapore?"

Jiang Yubai shook his head: "I went abroad with my parents at the age of six and will return to China this year."

Lin Zhixia put her cheek in one hand: "Then do you speak English?"

Jiang Yubai pretended to be modest and replied: "Not so."

That being said, Jiang Yubai deliberately spread out his math notebook in front of Lin Zhixia. Each page is a math note recorded in English. Because Jiang Yubai was preparing for the TIMSS and PISA math test in Singapore. Can find relevant textbooks in English. So his math notebook is full of content like BaseConversion (base conversion), and even two pages of CalculationswithComplexNumbers (complex number operations).

Lin Zhixia's eyes are bright and she seems very happy: "Plural numbers, have you learned plural numbers?"

She was so happy that she didn’t know what to do, and she kept telling Jiang Yubai: “Plural numbers are really a wonderful invention! It lets me know that physics is the most beautiful subject in the world! The combination of real and imaginary parts makes Wave superposition operations are much more convenient! Even quantum calculations can be simplified with complex numbers. The product of a complex number and a complex conjugate number will become a real number, and quantum computing must first determine a series of positions where a particle may be observed, so that we can Can use complex space to make Hermit inner product..."

There was a "buzz" in Jiang Yubai's mind. He could not understand what Lin Zhixia was talking about.

Can't understand even a word.

The reason why Jiang Yubai learned plurals is because when he was in Singapore, his parents found him a PhD in mathematics from the National University of Singapore as a tutor.

The tutor is very responsible. He often develops ideas for Jiang Yubai, first from "integer" to "fraction", then from "fraction" to "base number", and then from "base number, real number" to "imaginary number and complex number".

He often praised Jiang Yubai: You are a very smart student.

In fact, Jiang Yubai has always been the number one in the whole grade during the three years of schooling in Singapore. His English, mathematics, science, Chinese, sports and music are all at the top of his peers.

The private primary school in Singapore where Jiang Yubai studied has an annual tuition of 200,000 yuan. In 2003, the house price of the Second Ring District in Beijing was about 10,000 yuan per square meter. Jiang Yubai’s mother joked: "Your tuition for a year is worth a small study in Beijing."

At that time, Jiang Yubai's elementary school classmates were either rich or expensive. Their parents attach great importance to education, and everyone makes up for lessons fiercely. Jiang Yubai was able to stand out from this group of people, ranking first undefeated, and he felt that he was pretty good.

But today, Jiang Yubai was slightly at a loss.

The long passage Lin Zhixia said to him reminded him of his own experience of listening to the lecture.

When Jiang Yubai was in elementary school in Singapore, their principal occasionally invited some professors from the National University of Singapore and Nanyang Technological University of Singapore to give lectures. At that time, Jiang Yubai and his classmates were sitting upright in their seats. Although they could not understand what the professor said, they still applauded the professor vigorously.

As for those university professors, just like Lin Zhixia, when they mentioned their research field, they would talk freely and could not stop.

Jiang Yubai closed his notebook and couldn't help asking: "Lin Zhixia, what do you usually think about?"

Lin Zhixia shook her hands: "Do you like physics and mathematics? Do you believe that the universe has an end? Do you think time and consciousness can measure the world? Do you think human beings have free will?"

She lowered her head slightly, her voice pressed very softly, and her fair face was flushed with excitement.

She also stretched out a finger and pointed it on Jiang Yubai's notebook: "Jiang Yubai, you shouldn't just... only know some complex number operations, right?"

Lin Zhixia didn't know, her words, like a knife, pierced Jiang Yubai's heart fiercely, piercing his self-esteem to rupture, and blood flowed.

"I..." Jiang Yubai took a deep breath. Before he said anything, Teacher Wu on the podium shouted: "Lin Zhixia!"

Lin Zhixia sat upright and opened the textbook.

Teacher Wu knocked on the blackboard again: "You guys! Don't talk trivialities in class! Classroom discipline! You must abide by class discipline! So I am still willing to reason with you. When you reach junior high school, which teacher can take care of you? Immediately blast your little-spoken students out of the classroom. You can't listen to the class, your grades drop, you fail the high school entrance examination, and you fail to get into a good high school. Only then did you know that Teacher Wu is doing it for your good today!"

Lin Zhixia used a book to cover her face and smiled secretly.

Even if Teacher Wu's eyes were eagerly looking at the area near Jiang Yubai, Jiang Yubai still asked, "Lin Zhixia, what are you laughing at?"

"It's fun," Lin Zhixia replied, "I am an observer of human behavior."

After this Chinese class was over, as soon as Teacher Wu stepped out of the classroom, most of the classmates gathered around Jiang Yubai.

The students formed a solid barrier, and Jiang Yubai was like an exhibit in the barrier for the students to visit.

Everyone is nine or ten-year-old children, and they make no secret of their jealousy, novelty, and inquiry.

A chubby boy said: "Jiang Yubai, my name is Zhou Bufeng, I will sit in front of you."

Jiang Yubai read his workbook and recognized his name before nodding and saying, "Hello."

Zhou Bufeng put his hands on Jiang Yubai's desk. He was wearing a cotton sweatshirt, his abdomen was tightened slightly, and a small belly was formed. He patted his belly and suddenly asked, "Jiang Yubai, Dong Sunqi and I saw you and your father at the school gate this morning. You have a sports car at home? Is it an Aston Martin?"

Aston Martin refers to the luxury sports car brand owned by Ford in the United States. The company is established in London, England.

As soon as Zhou Bufeng finished asking, Jiang Yubai replied: "My father did not come today. The person you see is the driver of my family."

"Huh-" a roar broke out among the classmates.

This group's unanimous voice made Jiang Yubai a little embarrassed. In addition to that Aston Martin, there are Porsche, Ferrari, Koenigsegg, McLaren F1 in his garage. Jiang Yubai guessed that he was incompatible with his classmates. In other words, his family background is a very small minority in the class.

Sure enough, Zhou Bufeng pushed Jiang Yubai: "Where do your parents work? Your family is so rich!"

Lin Zhixia also said: "Yeah, when you transfer over, the principal will stand at the door and watch you."

Zhou Bufeng took a peek at Lin Zhixia and asked endlessly: "Jiang Yubai, where does your family live? Does your family have a big villa?"

Does your family have a big villa?

This kind of straightforward questioning seems rude. And the presumptuous answer was abrupt. After all, most of the students in the class do not have a sports car at home, and probably do not have a villa. And Jiang Yubai's home in this city is not only a villa...More precisely, it should be a private manor. His home has a tennis court, swimming pool, rose garden, and martial arts field.

In July of this year, when Jiang Yubai just returned home, he often lost his way in his home.

Jiang Yubai lowered his head to think, frowned slightly: "I don't know."

He was satisfied with his response, so he repeated: "I don't know."

"You don't know this?" Zhou Bufeng looked at him with a foolish look.

Lin Zhixia asked, "Because your house is too big, so you can't tell if it is a villa?"

"You are right." Jiang Yubai admitted coldly. He had just been sitting at the same table with Lin Zhixia for less than half a day, and had already begun to resent her for being flexible and pretending to be clever.

Zhou Bufeng pointed to another boy in the class with a flat head and said, "Hey, that's Dong Sunqi! Dong Sunqi is our monitor. He is the richest man in our class! Jiang Yubai, you are richer than him!"

Dong Sunqi heard someone calling himself. He turned his head and glanced at Zhou Bufeng, then turned his face back.

The fourth grade (1) class has split into two camps invisibly.

The first camp is centered on Dong Sunqi, and his surroundings are mostly boys. The second camp is centered on Jiang Yubai. The ratio of male to female students around him is close to one to one.

Dong Sunqi wears a red scarf and a brand with two bars. He straightened his left arm and showed two bars. The boys near him were all laughing, and there was an inexplicable happy atmosphere in the air.

Someone shouted: ""Adventure Tigers"! Dong Sunqi bought "Adventure Tigers" again!"

Dong Sunqi stood up slowly so that the students in the last row could see his inventory.

Everyone glanced at it and saw that Dong Sunqi's table had seven copies of "Adventure Tigers" stacked on his desk.

"Adventure Little Tigers" is a set of books popular in the school. The students are keen to read the book while using a transparent "decryption card" to find clues in the book.

A copy of "Adventure Tigers" sells for 18 yuan.

If you buy it yourself, you will definitely lose.

It's worthwhile to borrow from classmates.

Dong Sunqi is a long-term supplier of Adventure Little Tigers, and he has a good relationship with everyone in the class. In addition to "Adventure Little Tigers", he often buys series of books such as "Goosebumps" and "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" to meet the extracurricular reading needs of his classmates.

Dong Sunqi once claimed: My family is rich! I have a lot of money!

Therefore, his alias is "Dong Wanguan", and some people call him "Dong Shaoye".

Zhou Bufeng took the lead and ran to Dong Sunqi and called him: "Dong Wanguan, lend me a book! Return you next week." The number of borrowers gradually increased, and the area around Dong Sunqi began to shout.

Jiang Yubai's side was a lot quieter.

Lin Zhixia packed up her desks and said to Jiang Yubai: "The best schools in our city are public schools. The tuition fees of public schools are not expensive... The school selection fee seems to be a bit more expensive. But, with you Compared with private primary schools in Singapore, our good schools are still much cheaper."

"What is...your Singapore?" Jiang Yubai said impatiently, "I am not a Singaporean, I am a Chinese."

Lin Zhixia tilted her head: "I'm sorry. Are you angry?"

She blinked her eyes very ignorantly.

Jiang Yubai was blushed by her stare. He could only turn his head and look to the other side before answering her: "I'm not angry."

"That's good!" Lin Zhixia slapped her palm, "Quickly get out of the way, don't get in my way. There are only ten minutes between classes, and I'm going to flip cards."

The so-called "flip card" is a fun game popular in the school. This game has been circulated throughout the school for a long time. It was initiated by senior students and then introduced to lower grades, and even prevailed in all elementary schools in the city.

Before participating in the "Flip Card" game, you must first prepare 1 yuan as the starting capital.

For this one yuan, you can buy 40 small solitaires in the canteen at the entrance of the school. The back of each card is covered with criss-crossing blue patterns, and the front is a different character from the Japanese anime "Pokémon"-including Pikachu, Bokby, Duck, Wonder Frog Seed, Chrysanthemum and Leaf and many more.

At the beginning of the game, two students stood on both sides of the desk respectively, showed their cards, and then flipped them on the table. Then, they should bend down slightly and take turns slapping the table with their palms-whoever can slap a card over, the card belongs to.

"What's so fun?" Jiang Yubai asked in shock.

Jiang Yubai looked at the obsessive look of the classmates, especially Lin Zhixia also enjoyed it... Jiang Yubai felt incomprehensible.

A new round of cards has begun.

In this round, Lin Zhixia played against Dong Sun Qi.

Lin Zhixia was wearing pink long sleeves and gray jeans, thin and thin. Her wrist is too thin, soft and soft, and it is difficult to explode. How can she flip two cards?

Facing such an opponent, Dong Sunqi even did a warm-up exercise in place. He bounced up and down a few times, stretched his hands and feet, and waited in full battle: "I'll come first!"

Lin Zhixia promised heartily: "Okay! You come first!"

She put out a "dream" card.

The onlookers exclaimed: "Dream! Dreams are so rare! A senior in the sixth grade is willing to bid 3 yuan for a dream!"

"How is it?" Lin Zhixia said, "I have dreams, what are you doing?"

Dong Sunqi felt the pressure brought by the strong. He must remain calm. He took a breath, his breath sinking between his lungs. He spread his five fingers and wrapped the two corners of the table: "I'm out... Pikachu!"

"Ah! Pikachu!" another classmate commented, "I spent 7 yuan last time and bought hundreds of cards, but I couldn't get a Pikachu! Squad leader Dong, you are so generous!"

Dong Sunqi raised his palm and pressed it down to signal the crowd of onlookers to be quiet.

He said, "I am the monitor of our class. Who is generous if I am not generous?" He looked at Lin Zhixia: "I'm going to do it!"

Lin Zhixia urged: "Hurry up, don't waste my time."

Dong Sunqi bent over, exerted his best effort, and slapped the desk with a heavy palm, as if it was about to crack the whole table.

The two cards on the table didn't move.

Dong Sunqi's expression cracked.

"Hahahahahahaha, it's my turn!" Lin Zhixia was very happy.

She knelt on a chair, flattened her right hand, adjusted the angle, and muttered something.

What is she saying?

Jiang Yubai couldn't help but walk over to eavesdrop. He is very close to Lin Zhixia. He heard Lin Zhixia say: "The angle is 37 degrees, and the torque is in this direction..."

Then, with a light tap, the two cards were turned over at the same time, revealing the front faces of "Dream" and "Pikachu".

The students applauded her: "Lin Zhixia, you are so strong!"

"Oh, great luck." Lin Zhixia collected the cards happily, and plunged into the girls' pile again, and went to play with them.

Dong Sunqi sat on the chair blankly, secretly saddened by the departure of "Pikachu". His expression was sad and melancholy, and a classmate nearby comforted him: "Squad leader Dong, don't be sad."

Dong Sunqi shook his head. His gaze penetrated the window and looked into the sky: "No, I am not sad. Winning and losing are the meaning of battle... The thing I want to protect is finally lost! Farewell, Pikachu!"

Jiang Yubai muttered to himself: "Neuropathy."

The classmates of the fourth grade (1) still have the naivety of the third grade, and they have not exercised the calmness of the fourth grade. Jiang Yubai walked out of the classroom and wanted to go outside to let the wind go. The phone in his pants pocket suddenly began to vibrate wildly. He stood in the hallway, took out his mobile phone, and said, "Hello?"

The driver of his family replied: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, you left the water glass in the car. I just found out, I will send you to the school..."

"No," Jiang Yubai insisted, "I'm not thirsty, I don't drink. You don't need to send me a water glass."

The driver said in an anxious tone: "That won't work, Mr. Jiang, the children are growing up every day, and I walked into your school gate."

When Jiang Yubai spoke to the driver, he faintly felt that there was someone behind him. He turned around, and Lin Zhixia was standing behind him. She seemed to have just dug up a big secret, staring at him with her eyes open.

He took a step back and leaned his back against the cold railing.

He asked: "Why are you looking at me again?"

Lin Zhixia asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Jiang Yubai asked back: "What are you afraid of?"

Lin Zhixia said to herself: "Among my relatives, some people call me a freak. Just like your relatives... call you President Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Yubai’s driver is not a local, but has been working with Jiang’s family for a long time. He is used to calling Jiang Yubai’s father "Mr. Jiang", and conveniently named Jiang Yubai "Mr. Xiaojiang".

In fact, Jiang Yubai didn't like the title "General Manager Xiao Jiang" very much. But he wasn't embarrassed to change his family-it would appear that his mind was not broad enough, and he even minded a name.

He was about to speak when the class bell rang.

Lin Zhixia and Jiang Yubai returned to the classroom one after another, and sat quietly back to their positions.

The sun was shining today, white glittering light spots fell on the table, and the wooden surface was also illuminated with gold and silver. Lin Zhixia found it funny, holding a ruler and chasing the bright spots, she still learned the way other people were, calling him like this: "Manager Xiao Jiang."

He avoided her gaze, and turned his face to one side: "Call again, I won't play with you."

Lin Zhixia was more interesting, and shouted, "Mr. Xiao Jiang."

In elementary school, many classmates liked to call others nicknames, and preferred to call others' nicknames. Lin Zhixia once thought this behavior was very boring.

However, when Lin Zhixia discovered how fun it is to call someone a nickname, she couldn't stop. Especially the more embarrassed the person involved, the more curious she became, and the more she couldn't help calling him: "Mr. Xiao Jiang, Mr. Xiao Jiang, Mr. Xiao Jiang... Mr. Xiao Jiang!"

Jiang Yubai slammed the table with a fist.