The echoes of the New Year gradually fade away, and the winter vacation slowly begins to end. The students entering their third year of high school have entered the most critical sprint stage...
Every night at ten o'clock, the alarm clock on Mu Xinrong's desk would ring on time.
He would put down the exercise book in his hand, pick up his mobile phone, take a deep breath, and then dial the number that he had already memorized but had not called for a long time.
When the call was connected, there was usually only silence or a very soft "hmm." But Mu Xinrong knew he was listening.
"Good evening." Mu Xinrong's voice always carries a hint of subtle tension and tenderness.
"Today... our school had a mock exam. The last physics question on celestial motion was a bit weird. Guess what it was about? It was a combination of the orbital parameters of a binary star system and tidal locking..."
He didn't expect Chao Youye to respond immediately, but just spoke to him in a calm tone, sharing daily trivialities.
I calmly recount my day: which question I was stuck on, what golden words the teacher said, the sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria tasted a bit strange, and I saw an incredibly fat stray cat on the way home from school...
His topics always revolved around study and life, and he carefully avoided all words that might touch upon minefields: Chao family, Wu Zeyu, father, the past... He even rarely expressed concern directly.
It's just this clumsy way that I transmit the little glimmers of light in my ordinary world to the silent world on the other end of the phone through the cold radio waves.
At first, there was only the sound of silent breathing on the other end of the phone. Gradually, there would be an occasional very soft "hmm" or a monosyllabic response, indicating that he was listening.
Later, when Mu Xinrong was talking about a math problem that had been bothering him for a long time, and he described his solution in detail but got stuck at a key step, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone, followed by an extremely cold, yet clear, prompt:
"...try to construct an auxiliary line connecting BD and CE, using Menelaos' theorem."
Mu Xinrong was stunned, and then a huge surprise swept over him! He immediately grabbed a pen and quickly calculated on the draft paper. Following Chao Youye's instructions, the difficult problem that had been making him scratch his head was actually solved!
"Oh my God! Youye! You are so awesome! It's really like that! Why didn't I think of that!" Mu Xinrong's excited voice came through the microphone, with undisguised admiration and joy.
From the other end of the line, there seemed to be a very light sound, like snowflakes falling on ice. It was almost inaudible, but Mu Xinrong keenly caught it.
It wasn't a sigh, more like a very subtle sense of relief after being recognized.
This tiny breakthrough was like opening a valve. Although Chao Youye was still quiet, his responses to questions about study over the phone began to become proactive and specific.
He is still the hidden academic master with super IQ, clear thinking and unique insights. He can often point out the blind spots of Mu Xinrong's thinking or provide more concise and elegant solutions.
Their conversations gradually became dominated by various math, physics, and chemistry puzzles. Mu Xinrong would excitedly share his newly devised problem-solving techniques, while Chao Youye would calmly point out any loopholes or potential optimizations.
When Mu Xinrong complained that the probability calculations in biology genetics questions were too complicated, Chao Youye would send him a photo of a mind map she had compiled, which had terrifyingly clear logic.
Mu Xinrong lamented that the cultural background of English reading comprehension was too confusing. Chao Youye would simply mention a related historical event or work, and with just a few words, the fog would suddenly clear up.
The cold radio waves became a unique bridge for the two academic masters to collide with each other. There was no deliberate tenderness, only a common pursuit of knowledge and a mutual appreciation of intelligence.
In this pure and safe communication, Chao Youye's tense nerves were able to relax a little, and the frozen lake of her heart quietly melted the hard edges under the warm current of knowledge.
During this process, Mu Xinrong also came to more clearly understand Chao Youye's amazing talent and the rational light hidden beneath the iceberg.
That love becomes more profound and solid in the intellectual resonance.
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Ning Xiwan stood under the ginkgo tree at the gate of No. 1 Middle School, and the white breath she exhaled condensed into tiny water droplets in the cold morning air.
She stamped her numb feet and looked down at her watch - 7:15, still fifteen minutes before morning self-study.
Old Zhang, the head of the security booth, had long known this girl who came every week. He smiled and pushed open the window: "Ms. Ning, are you here to bring breakfast to classmate Ye again?"
"Yes, Uncle Zhang." Ning Xiwan shook the thermos bag in her hand. "Today I made shrimp dumplings and red date soy milk."
She signed the visitor register with familiarity, and wrote the words "delivery" in the "reason for visit" column in her beautiful handwriting.
The magnolias on campus have sprouted furry buds, and the gray-brown branches are dotted with bits of fresh green.
Ning Xiwan walked across the empty playground, treading on the still-wet dew. The senior high school building was brightly lit, and the sound of students reading could be heard from afar.
"Brother, this solid geometry..."
Turning the corner of the stairs, Ning Xiwan saw Hua Jinyue standing on tiptoe, holding a workbook in front of Ye Qingliu. The morning light filtered through the glass windows of the corridor, casting a golden edge on the two of them.
Ye Qingliu lowered his head slightly, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the paper, his gray-blue eyes reflecting the fragments of the morning light.
"First, use the space vector method to establish the coordinate system." His voice was colder than the spring breeze, but the moment he saw Ning Xiwan, it became warmer. "Sister Wan."
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