bookrebus Chapter 28 Summer Study Time in the Library
Chapter 28 Summer Study Time in the Library
At the entrance of the city library.
The scorching sun beat down on the marble steps, and the rising heat caused the air to distort slightly.
Ye Fan tossed his backpack to Zhao Mingzhe: "Old Zhao, you three go up and grab seats first. I'm going to the convenience store to buy some water. We need to drink more water in this awful weather."
Zhao Mingzhe took the backpack with one hand, gave an OK sign with the other, and grinned mischievously: "Okay, bring me a bottle of Guojiao 1573, chilled."
As for why I emphasized chilled, I think everyone watching knows.
If Guojiao 1573 is at room temperature, it's no different from drinking urine; but if it's chilled, it's divine...
"Yi'an, Yan Ning, what would you two like to drink?"
Ye Fan turned to the two women and asked them a question.
"I'll have mineral water! Thank you, Yezi!"
"Me too, bottled water is fine with me, thank you Yezi."
Both women asked for bottled water.
Ye Fan nodded in agreement, then said to Zhao Mingzhe, "Look at Yi'an and Yan Ning, they know to say thank you, but you act like it's nothing special. You're such a good son, hahaha!"
After saying that, he quickly turned around and walked towards the convenience store across the street, not giving Zhao Mingzhe a chance to react.
After realizing what had happened, Zhao Mingzhe spat and cursed, "Damn it, you son of a bitch, you're taking advantage of me again."
Pei Yi'an and Tang Yanning, who were standing next to each other, covered their mouths and smiled.
Of course, Ye Fan wouldn't have gone out of his way to buy water for anyone else, but these were his good friends from his past life, so there was no question of them being sycophants.
Buying water? It's a small matter.
A few minutes later.
Ye Fan carried two bottles of mineral water and two bottles of chilled Guojiao 1573 in his hands as he entered the city library and went up to the second floor.
Sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast clear geometric shadows on the floor, while the coolness of the air conditioner dispelled the heat outside.
We found them; they were positioned right by the window.
He tiptoed to the window and sat down.
Pei Yi'an was focused on working on math problems, the tip of his pen scratching on the draft paper;
Tang Yanning was wearing headphones, his slender fingers flipping through an English book, presumably listening to English. Neither of them noticed him approaching.
He gently placed the two bottles of mineral water beside them, the water droplets condensing on the bottles leaving round water stains on the table.
"Thanks, Ye Zi." Pei Yi'an glanced at Ye Fan and thanked him softly.
Tang Yanning smiled and thanked Ye Fan, then continued listening to English.
Turning to Zhao Mingzhe, this guy was staring blankly out the window, looking utterly bored.
When Ye Fan handed him the chilled Guojiao 1573, his eyes lit up like a wolf seeing meat, and he grabbed it and gulped down several mouthfuls.
"Awesome!" he said in a low voice, wiping his mouth and giving Ye Fan a thumbs up. "Old Ye, awesome."
He then added, "I didn't bring anything, what am I supposed to do?"
He was speechless. He had given you the backpack, and you didn't even take the things out of it?
Reluctantly, I opened my schoolbag and took out my review materials.
Ye Fan pulled a "Five-Year College Entrance Examination, Three-Year Simulation" book from his bag and slammed it in front of him: "Have some decency, kid!"
"Damn it"
He deftly circled a few questions with a black pen and pushed them in front of Zhao Mingzhe: "Do these questions first, and I'll give you some more challenging questions to increase your difficulty."
"this one?"
"Give me a little bit of intensity first, okay?"
"I'll let you have your way with me."
After saying that, he picked up a pen and started drawing.
It looked quite plausible, but even Ye Fan couldn't understand those scribbled equations—who knows how this guy calculated them.
He shook his head, picked up a black pen, and paused for a moment with the nib hovering over the draft paper.
He squinted slightly, recalling his college entrance exam papers from his previous life.
The pen finally came down, and he began to write quickly on the paper. Today, he was going to write out several major physics and chemistry questions that were sure to be on the test.
Today we must make Zhao Mingzhe crack this nut. Let him do it himself first, and we'll explain it to him if he doesn't know how.
He couldn't write out the exact same question for him to answer, because he wouldn't be able to explain it.
The only solution is to change the wording and some numerical values of the frequently tested question types, as long as the question types and problem-solving approaches remain unchanged.
The pen tip scratched across the paper, pausing occasionally before continuing to write.
Ye Fan would occasionally glance up at Zhao Mingzhe, who was scratching his head in frustration, and a smile would unconsciously creep onto his lips.
Once you've solved this problem, you'll be able to figure out the other one step by step.
This guy probably has no idea that these questions will be a "rehearsal" for the college entrance examination, and that he will be able to take the exam with ease in 21 days.
There are many good universities in Nanjing, such as Nanjing University, Southeast University, Nanjing University of Aeronautics and Astronautics, Nanjing University of Science and Technology, and Hohai University. These famous universities flashed through his mind.
As for Nanjing University, Old Zhao shouldn't even think about it; even if he got in, he probably wouldn't graduate.
However, you can try applying to other good universities, even 211 universities.
With An and Yan Ning's grades, they should be able to get into Nanjing University.
After thinking all this through, I picked up my pen and continued writing furiously.
Speaking of which, Ye Fan rarely wrote anything before he was reborn.
The company's business is mostly done on computers, and we only write our names when signing contracts, but even those few characters are written in a few flamboyant strokes.
Therefore, when he first picked up a pen after being reborn, the awkwardness made him almost unable to recognize his own handwriting—his fingers seemed to have forgotten muscle memory, and the words he wrote were crooked and ugly.
After this period of writing and drawing, I feel much better.
Ye Fan's handwriting wasn't very good. He looked down at his own handwriting—the strokes were straight and neat, but it lacked a certain spirit.
It's just average.
Such handwriting is like the meaning of his past life, orderly but lacking in charm.
He recalled someone saying, "The handwriting reflects the person; it should convey spirit and energy."
In his past life, he truly never cared about these things.
During their student days, whenever they had a spare moment, he and Zhao Mingzhe would either be spending time in internet cafes or running around on the soccer field.
After graduation, needless to say, he was busy making a living and even sleeping was a luxury, let alone calming down to practice calligraphy. Those famous calligraphic works hanging in museums were nothing more than unattainable works of art in his eyes.
However, in this life, he wants to practice calligraphy properly, including learning brush calligraphy.
The elegant regular script of Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan, the flowing cursive script, and the fragrant calligraphy... these treasures of Chinese civilization deserve his lifelong appreciation and refinement.
"Old Ye, what are you daydreaming about?" Zhao Mingzhe poked his arm with his pen cap.
Ye Fan snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Zhao Mingzhe's face: "So fast?"
He took the exercise book and glanced at it, his lips twitching slightly—although the solution steps were written in a mess, he had actually guessed all of them correctly.
"Then let's do these too! Let's increase the difficulty." After saying that, she handed him the completed questions.
"I'm fucking idiot."
"Ugh, this is awful!"
Zhao Mingzhe immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, slumping into his chair.
He then looked at Yi'an and Yan Ning beside him and said, "Yi'an, Yan Ning, Old Ye is going to kill me!"
Pei Yi'an looked at Zhao Mingzhe and smiled gently: "Mingzhe, Ye Zi is doing this for your own good! Practice hard, get good grades, and we'll go to Jinling together."
Tang Yanning also looked over with a grin and said, "Yeah! Yeah! Old Zhao! There aren't many questions, you'll finish them in no time, keep it up!"
"Stop talking nonsense. You can do whatever you want after the college entrance exam. Now hurry up and start writing your questions." Ye Fan tapped his draft paper with the pen.
Zhao Mingzhe sighed deeply, resignedly picking up his pen...