Lin Zhixia has read a series of computer programming books, including Dive into Python, Thinking in Java, C++ Primer, and Programming Mathematics Using MATLAB. When she was studying, she regarded programming language as an abstract way of expressing data collection and processing, just like when she created a language to analyze physics when she was eight years old, and a "computer program" was similar to a toolkit for solving problems.
The three books "Principles of Computing", "Elements of Computer Systems" and "Computer Architecture" made her rethink the topic of "virtual information and human interaction".
Lin Zhixia firmly believes that the "world" she perceives is not the true appearance of this world. So, can computers have self-awareness? Can computers describe their world?
On the first day of the second grade, Lin Zhixia's mind was full of "human beings and computers". Although she was sitting in the classroom of the seventh grade, her thoughts were far away.
Jiang Yubai asked her: "What are you thinking about?"
She whispered, “I’m thinking about how to build a virtual world.”
Jiang Yubai reached into the drawer and took out a notebook. On the cover of the notebook was a line of words: Communication and perception in study and life. Jiang Yubai turned the page and wrote: What kind of virtual world?
Lin Zhixia immediately replied in words: A virtual world created by computers. Humans control all protocols.
Jiang Yubai thought about it and wrote another sentence: Can time also be controlled?
Lin Zhixia fastened the cap of the pen and described aloud: "Einstein's narrow theory of relativity sets the speed of light to be constant. Even if the observer's reference frame changes, the speed of light measured by observation is a constant value. Isn't this amazing? The space-time curvature of narrow theory of relativity is zero. The space-time curvature of general theory of relativity is not zero, space-time is in a curved state, and gravity comes from the curved space-time. The density of a black hole is very high, and the gravity is very strong. Even light cannot escape. Therefore, there must be huge differences between the concept of time on a black hole, the concept of time on Earth, and the concept of time in quantum... I believe that 'time' can be completely controlled. There are also some philosophical schools that believe that 'time' is a subjective concept."
Jiang Yubai just asked casually. He didn't expect that Lin Zhixia would bring up Einstein's "Theory of Relativity" again.
When Jiang Yubai was nine years old, whenever Lin Zhixia talked about physics and mathematics, he would feel very confused. But now, at the age of eleven, he can actually roughly understand what she says.
As expected, God rewards hard work.
His hard work was not in vain.
He has really grown up.
Teacher Zhang, the head teacher, was still talking nonstop on the podium. Teacher Zhang said with a slight smile: "Students, from today on, you are all in the second grade of junior high school. In the past year, you have achieved very good results. I have made progress and improved together with you. Jiang Yubai, Lin Zhixia, Shen Fuxuan, Duan Qiyan and several other students in our class all won the first prize in the highly prestigious mathematics competition last year..."
He paused and emphasized, "This semester, Lin Zhixia will participate in the high school competition. Let's all give her a round of applause. Class 17 students, you must persevere in the competition. I don't want to see anyone fall behind! You are all excellent students selected from hundreds of thousands!"
There was thunderous applause in Class 17's classroom.
Lin Zhixia tapped the desk with her left hand, unzipped her schoolbag with her right hand, and took out a wooden box. The box was about 14 centimeters long and 6 centimeters high, with a bow on the side and a red strawberry greeting card.
"This is the birthday gift I prepared for you." Lin Zhixia said very frankly.
Jiang Yubai took the wooden box, and Lin Zhixia smiled cheerfully: "Happy eleventh birthday, Jiang Yubai, congratulations on growing another year older."
Jiang Yubai had been looking forward to Lin Zhixia's birthday present. However, when Lin Zhixia put the gift in his hands, he did not show his excitement. He replied in a very reserved manner, "Thank you, Lin Lin Lin Zhixia."
This was the first time he took the initiative to call her "Linlinlinlinzhixia".
Lin Zhixia seemed even happier, with a bright glow in her beautiful eyes.
Jiang Yubai picked up the strawberry greeting card and found that Lin Zhixia had written a poem for him. Every word in the poem seemed to jump in his heart. He surrendered to the profoundness of Chinese, appreciated the beauty of the rhythm of the level and oblique rhymes, and savored the good wishes between the lines. He almost forgot that he had not opened a wooden box.
"A small wooden box," Lin Zhixia reminded, "You have a small wooden box."
Jiang Yubai put down the greeting card and gently opened the clasp of the box. The ordinary wooden box actually contained a miniature landscape, including flowers, ponds, green trees, gravel roads, and a small wooden house - this was the microscopic garden that Lin Zhixia made for him. He suspected that this exquisite handicraft had consumed Lin Zhixia's free time during the summer vacation.
He couldn't help but stretch out his finger, and his fingertips brushed against the branches. Lin Zhixia introduced: "I twisted the wire into thin threads, brushed a layer of white latex on it, and then sprinkled dark green plastic crumbs on it to make the shape of leaves."
"How was this wooden house built?" Jiang Yu asked with white hair.
“My dad has a toolbox,” Lin Zhixia said honestly, “and I have discarded wood at home.”
She paused for a moment and added, "My grandfather is a carpenter in the village, and my father also knows a little about carpentry. My father helped me cut the small wooden strips for the house, and I built the house all by myself."
After that, she nodded and confirmed: "Dad is the material supplier, and Lin Zhixia is the chief designer and chief architect."
Jiang Yubai closed the wooden box: "I will keep it properly."
"Okay." Lin Zhixia responded.
Then, she whispered, "Captain Jiang Yubai, I found this garden on the new planet. Even if I leave the spacecraft to carry out other missions, please remember that my faith is in the garden."
Jiang Yubai picked up the wooden box containing the garden and said in a dramatic way, "Captain Lin Zhixia's belief is the most precious treasure in the universe."
Lin Zhixia held onto the edge of her desk with both hands. Happiness surged from her heart, bursting out of her chest like a surging tide. She wanted to quietly sing a song for Jiang Yubai, but her homeroom teacher, Teacher Zhang, suddenly knocked on the blackboard.
Teacher Zhang knocked more than ten times, and the whole class fell silent. No one dared to speak anymore.
Teacher Zhang walked down from the podium, stood beside the first group, and announced: "At the end of September, our school will hold a centennial celebration. The predecessor of the Provincial No. 1 Middle School was a school established in 1906. 2006 is exactly the 100th anniversary of the school's establishment. The principal attaches great importance to this school celebration event, and each class in the junior high school department must come up with a program."
Take out the show?
Does this mean we're rehearsing a show?
As the monitor of Class 17, Lin Zhixia certainly would not miss such important information. She immediately raised her head and looked at the head teacher intently.
The head teacher felt her gaze and immediately called out her name: "Lin Zhixia, although you are the monitor of our class, you still have to participate in the preliminary round of the National High School Mathematics Competition this month..."
Lin Zhixia stood up from her seat, put her hands behind her back, and said confidently, "Teacher Zhang, I can organize my classmates and prepare programs. The high school mathematics competition has no impact on me at all."
After Lin Zhixia said, "The high school math competition has no effect on me at all," all the students in Class 17 were instantly dumbfounded. Lin Zhixia has already won the first prize in the junior high school math competition, and it seems that she will also win the first prize in the high school competition.
The classmates looked up at Lin Zhixia and felt that she was extremely strong and tall. Her name was a legend in the junior high school.
Teacher Zhang was very friendly to Lin Zhixia: "Okay, Lin Zhixia, you can use your free time to discuss with the arts and sports committee members in our class. Let's brainstorm and come up with a program, including but not limited to skits, dances, dramas, and instrumental ensembles."
The students were eager to try, but Teacher Zhang suddenly changed the subject and warned them: "You all have to remember two key points. First, learning is your most important task. Don't let the show affect your learning progress. Second, the theme of the show must be positive. Don't perform a Hamlet. No one will be able to save face. The centenary celebration must be lively and joyful."
Lin Zhixia took the lead and agreed: "No problem!"
After she shouted, the other students followed her in confusion and shouted, "No problem!"
Shen Fuxuan couldn't help but sigh: "Squad Leader Lin has too much prestige in our class."
Shen Fuxuan's seat was right in front of Jiang Yubai. As soon as Shen Fuxuan finished expressing his opinion, Jiang Yubai immediately responded: "Isn't it a good thing that the class is cohesive?"
"That's a good thing," Shen Fuxuan nodded slightly, "It will be convenient to choose the program. As long as Lin Zhixia agrees, no one in the class will object."
Shen Fuxuan's deskmate Han Peng said, "Not necessarily. There are 36 people in our class, and it's hard to please everyone. We can't let everyone perform on stage. Just wait, someone will definitely start arguing."
As soon as Han Peng said "start quarreling", Jiang Yubai couldn't help but look at Duan Qiyan. In Jiang Yubai's eyes, Duan Qiyan was a hot-tempered student who loved running wildly. He might suggest that the whole class do a "fast run" as a grand gift for the school anniversary.
After the class meeting, as soon as Teacher Zhang stepped out of the classroom, the students ran to Lin Zhixia's seat. They surrounded Lin Zhixia, offering suggestions and advice one after another. The noise was mixed and Lin Zhixia was confused.
Cao Wu, the sports committee member of Class 17, actually suggested with a serious face: "Class Leader Lin, how about we organize the boys to do pull-ups? We can move the horizontal bar to the stage, play the background music "Men Should Be Self-reliant", and all the boys in the class will do pull-ups to the music. This program is very novel, no one in other classes could have thought of it, and it is easy for us to prepare and rehearse."
Lin Zhixia vetoed the idea: "It's very troublesome to fix the horizontal bar on the stage. The show requires too much physical strength from boys, and girls have no chance to participate."
Cao Wu was like an old minister who had failed in his attempt to give advice. He shrank back and put his hands into his sleeves, waiting silently. Duan Qiyan happened to be standing next to Cao Wu. Duan Qiyan put his hand on Cao Wu's shoulder and said actively: "How about performing a skit? Teacher Zhang said that the school anniversary must be lively and festive. What other program can be more lively and festive than a skit? We will perform according to the standards of the Spring Festival Gala. Whoever can perform successfully will be Zhao Benshan of our Provincial No. 1 Middle School."
The title of "Provincial No. 1 Middle School Zhao Benshan" is undoubtedly a great honor. Who will get it?
Duan Qiyan had a faint sense of anticipation in his heart.
But Tang Tingting, a member of the Arts Committee, said, "What's the point of skits? The junior high school anniversary ceremony will be held at a provincial theater. Have you ever been to that theater? It's super big, with a lot of audiences. If you perform a skit, the audience sitting far away can't see your expression. It's better for the whole class to rehearse a dance together!"
Tang Tingting is Duan Qiyan's elementary school classmate. But she has no respect for Duan Qiyan. She has long forgotten the glorious history of the "First God of War".
When facing Lin Zhixia, Tang Tingting's attitude suddenly became much gentler. She raised her hands, patted her face with her palms, and said shyly, "Team Leader Lin, let's rehearse the dance. You take the lead. You are the cutest."
"Am I the cutest?" Lin Zhixia asked with a slightly questioning tone.
Tang Tingting gave in and said, "How about I take the main seat?"
"What kind of dance?" Jiang Yubai asked casually.
Jiang Yubai had just turned eleven. But he had attended many banquets and watched many artists perform. He was determined to come up with a plan for Lin Zhixia and help her rehearse a show that would attract the attention of the entire audience.
Lin Zhixia hadn't thought it through yet. She was still undecided between the skit and the dance. At this time, Tang Tingting raised her hand and asked, "What kind of dance are the girls in our class good at? I can do hip-hop dance. Is there anyone who wants to dance hip-hop with me?"
The room was silent.
None of the girls in Grade 2 (Class 17) said a word.
Even Lin Zhixia herself knew nothing about dancing.
Tang Tingting realized the reality in a trance. She retreated to the sidelines and remained silent.
"Instrumental ensemble?" Jiang Yubai asked sincerely, "Who has practiced violin, cello, or saxophone?"
Shen Fuxuan replied lazily: "I can play the cello."
"Would you like to play with me?" Jiang Yubai invited politely.
"I don't want to." Shen Fuxuan rejected him rudely.
If Shen Fuxuan is willing to play with Jiang Yubai, then the responsibility of the Grade 2 (17) class anniversary gift will fall entirely on the shoulders of Jiang Yubai and Shen Fuxuan. Jiang Yubai believes that by doing so, he can help reduce the burden on Lin Zhixia.
Lin Zhixia said, "Shen Fuxuan doesn't want to play the cello. Jiang Yubai, I can't let you perform the piano solo alone..."
"Why not?" Shen Fuxuan teased.
Lin Zhixia explained with reason: "The centennial celebration of the Provincial No. 1 High School is of great significance. It would be great if our whole class could participate. So, I think we can rehearse a skit. I will divide the 36 people in the class into four groups, including the script group, props group, actor group, and director group. Everyone will do their part, and working together, we will definitely be able to bring an excellent performance."
Jiang Yubai pretended to be rational and objective: "Squad Leader Lin is right. The whole class should have the opportunity to participate in the once-in-a-century school celebration. I support the program setting of squad leader Lin."
"I support it too!" Shen Fuxuan responded.
Duan Qiyan crossed his arms and said, "Isn't this exactly what I came up with?"
"Get lost," Han Peng retorted, "Squad Leader Lin explained it in much more detail than you did."
Lin Zhixia promptly stopped Han Peng and Duan Qiyan from arguing, and concluded, "Okay, since no one objects, let's do it this way."
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