Chapter 64 Physical Examination

Modern classroom.

"Zheng Fa, you are about to lose me!"

Zheng Fa, who was studying at his desk, looked up and was stunned for a while. Until his mind was freed from the indescribable mathematical symbols, he saw clearly that the person talking to him was Wang Chen.

The other person's face looked very sad.

"I put up with you memorizing textbooks before!"

"I can tolerate it if you are in the top ten of the second grade in the class!"

"Even when you and Tang Lingwu were having an ambiguous relationship, I still tolerated it!"

“…”

Wang Chen's tone became distressed: "But look at what you are doing now!"

Zheng Fa glanced at the "Full Score Secret Scroll" in his hand: "What's wrong?"

"You're actually memorizing the test paper! Whatever the difficult questions are, you're memorizing them!" Wang Chen sighed, "We've known each other for so many years, I thought I knew you very well. But now you're so abnormal that I feel unfamiliar..."

Zheng Fa fell silent, then said, "Not to mention you, even I feel like I'm a little perverted."

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"You don't understand how it feels to be forced to stuff these disgusting things into your head because of life... I feel like vomiting now, so I'm leaving first."

After saying that, Zheng Fa looked at the sky, shook his head and walked downstairs. Today was the day he and Tang Lingwu were going to receive tutoring from Old Man Bai.

Watching Zheng Fa leaving, Wang Chen turned around blankly and asked his deskmate, "Did Zheng Fa just scold me? Is he stupid?"

"It seems so!" The deskmate nodded, watching Wang Chen take out a textbook from the desk, close his eyes and start mumbling, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "What are you doing?"

"Memorize the text!" Wang Chen opened his eyes and said impatiently, "Don't disturb me while I'm studying."

"…Are you learning Zheng Fa?"

"No?"

"Then why are you scolding him?"

Wang Chen turned to look at his deskmate and asked in surprise, "You don't want to scold him?"

"……think!"

"You don't want to be him?"

"……think!"

"So do you have any questions?"

…

Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu walked side by side on the way to the family building.

"Tang Lingwu, have you been preparing for the math competition?"

"Um."

Tang Lingwu glanced at him, seemingly not understanding why he was asking such an obvious question.

"Have you ever encountered any calculation problems that are extremely difficult, disgusting, or extremely torturous?"

"Your question is really incomprehensible to me."

"Well, if you have encountered this kind of question, you can send it to me."

Zheng Fa asked Tang Lingwu.

"What do you want them for?"

"I want to carry it."

There is no way. It is not easy to choose a topic for Senior Sister Zhang.

It’s not good if it’s too simple. It won’t bring enough pleasure to Senior Sister Zhang and it will be easy to lose this important figure.

No matter how difficult the century-old problem is, it is not good enough. Zheng Fa feels that what Senior Sister Zhang enjoys is the pleasure of conquering a difficult problem, not the pleasure of being pinned to the ground by the problem.

People can't, or at least shouldn't be... so perverted.

Proof questions are even worse. Not to mention whether she can do them or not, there are too many of these questions and Senior Sister Zhang will always discover the difference between the mathematics he learned and the world of mystery.

He would never underestimate the IQ of a genius, especially a Jindan-stage genius.

According to this requirement, what we can find are those questions that require extremely complex calculations, even ones that are so complex that they are disgusting.

Zheng Fa felt that he had to accumulate more in his daily life before he could satisfy Senior Sister Zhang.

Tang Lingwu fell into a long silence, neither saying whether she agreed or not.

"Why are you silent?"

Tang Lingwu pursed her lips and spoke after a long while: "If you are under too much pressure, I know a good hospital in this area."

…

"Grandpa Bai went to the hospital?"

When they arrived at the old man's house, they found that the old man was not at home today. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman they had never seen before.

"It's nothing serious. The old man is old and needs a physical examination every year."

"Who are you?"

"You must be Tang Lingwu and Zheng Fa, right? Please come in first." The middle-aged woman greeted the two and introduced herself, "I am his daughter."

Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu looked at each other.

They both knew that the old man Bai's daughter worked at Qingshui Middle School, probably in the logistics department, but they had never seen her.

The three of them sat down on the sofa in the living room. The old man's daughter looked at them, as if she wanted to say something.

After a while, she organized her words: "I have heard both of your names from my father. He said that you are both very hardworking and smart."

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“…”

Zheng Fa looked at each other, neither of them spoke, but just listened carefully to what the other was going to say next.

Usually, this kind of opening is not meant to praise them.

"I also want to thank you two. I have a job and children at home. I am very busy with many things at home and outside." The old man's daughter continued: "With you two accompanying my father, he will be more relaxed."

Zheng Fa looked at Tang Lingwu, who seemed uncomfortable talking to adults, and spoke up, "Professor Bai is willing to teach us, so we should be grateful to him."

The old man's daughter smiled and said, "He is just like that. He likes to get along with young people and refuses to admit that he is old. Even after retiring, he has a lot of problems, but he still can't let go of his mathematics and wants to stay in the capital to write some books."

Zheng Fa began to understand what the other party meant by inviting them in.

"I invited my father back because I wanted to take care of him nearby." She smiled helplessly, "But the old man didn't want to live with us. He said he was afraid of the noise and only wanted to live in this old house."

"He is afraid of trouble you." Zheng Fa nodded.

The old man's daughter nodded and said, "You are not much older than my children, and I treat you as my juniors. I will make some things clear. I invited him back because I wanted him to rest more in his later years, take care of his health, and enjoy some family happiness."

"I have no objection to him taking two students, but... I heard that he stayed up late to draw some pictures these days, so I won't agree to that."

Zheng Fa thought of the notebook at home.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu nodded. This was to ask them to trouble Old Man Bai less, especially not to let him stay up late again.

Zheng Fa felt that this sentence was mainly referring to himself.

"I can only say these words when the old man is not here. Otherwise..."

The door opened and an old man came in carrying a white plastic bag with the words "Second Hospital" printed on it.

"Huh? You're here so early?" He saw Zheng Fa and the other man and said, then turned around and saw his daughter, frowning: "What did you tell them?"

"Dad, what are the test results? What did the doctor say?" The old man's daughter did not answer him.

"The results will be out in a while. They said I can check it on my phone. Let me come back first. The doctor prescribed some medicine. That's the stuff. I've been taking it for more than ten years. I can prescribe medicine myself."

The old man answered his daughter's question, but he didn't let go of the previous question: "You can't persuade me, so you come to persuade them?"

"dad……"

"I told you I'm in great health." A look of annoyance flashed across the old white man's face.

"Don't I know you? You were writing a book and forgot to eat and drink. You fainted in the library and scared your boss to death!" The old man's daughter didn't tolerate him: "Why else would I bring you back?"

"It's just a little hypoglycemia, an old problem. It's okay anyway!" The white old man lowered his voice a little.

"You are old! Do you understand what old means?" The old man's daughter said in a louder voice: "Just look at the physical examination report later. Which of your body problems are not missing?"

"No one will die..." The white old man muttered, obviously not confident, but kept saying: "When you were young, your mother controlled you, and now that you are old, you control me..."

The phone in his pocket rang, as if it was a notification from some app.

The old man picked it up and took a look at it. His expression changed slightly and he quickly put the phone down, looking a little guilty.

"The report is out, right? Dad, please take a look!" The white old man's daughter gave him a cold look.

"Just look at it, why should I be afraid of it?" He opened his phone, looked at the screen for a while, suddenly frowned, and tapped his fingers on the phone.

"What's wrong? Is there a serious problem?" Seeing him like this, his daughter stopped arguing with him and asked anxiously, "How about we go to the capital to get another checkup?"

"They seem to have confused someone else's report with mine." The white old man looked up and said with a bit of pride, "This person has no disease. It's obvious that he's not me."

"You are sick and yet you are still proud of it!" His daughter was so angry that she laughed.

(End of this chapter)