Chapter 36. When Yu Yu gets angry, the consequences are severe.
Worried that Teacher Zhao might not understand, Qi Youyu took out a pencil and a blank notebook from her desk drawer and wrote for a while.
"Look, this is the formula we're using."
Teacher Zhao bent down, using his back to block most of the camera, and a series of physics formulas that were both familiar and unfamiliar came into view.
The child explained in a childish voice: "If you make the toy car stop very gently when you stop, it won't run forward anymore."
Teacher Zhao's meticulous mind had already begun calculation and verification when he suddenly realized that this was a variation and derivative of Newton's second law.
This formula also verified his earlier conjecture.
When the Little Flower brakes, it generates a local field that temporarily strips away or weakens its original properties, making it more responsive to external forces without any sluggishness.
and--
Teacher Zhao's heart pounded. Based on this formula, they might be able to develop anti-gravity technology. Once they mastered this technology, they could liberate humanity from the constraints of the earth's surface and create cities in the sky.
Every scientist has a romantic ideal.
Teacher Zhao's throat bobbed: "Yuyu, is this a formula you created yourself?"
Qi Youyu shook her head honestly: "My mother taught me."
The child's eyes sparkled as he counted on his little hands, recounting his treasures: "My mom is very smart. She taught me a lot of knowledge, taught me how to build toy cars, little robots, and even a flying...flying blanket."
Teacher Zhao was filled with respect for Yan Shanyi. No wonder that young Yan was the richest woman in the country. In addition to her business acumen, she was also incredibly capable in raising her children.
[Teacher Zhao, what formula did my baby Yuyu write? Let me see it too.]
[Why are all the comments so convinced that a child could write out a formula? She probably doesn't even know what a formula is; she just randomly wrote 1+1=2 and calls it a formula, hahaha.]
[If you're new here, I suggest you catch up on the previous two days' live streams; YuYu will be giving out advanced math and calculus questions!]
[Does simply giving a question mean you can solve it? I think the kid is just copying what they've learned; anyone can do that. Stop trying to create a prodigy image, or you'll be embarrassed when you're proven wrong.]
[Exactly, he's obviously a fake prodigy.]
Every live stream has its share of controversial topics, and the bigger the controversy, the higher the popularity. At this point, the chat is divided into three distinct camps: the questioning and mocking camp, the neutral camp of bystanders, and the camp of true fans.
Xiao Hua, who was following the live stream closely, couldn't sit still any longer. How could anyone say that Yu Yu was a fake prodigy? Yu Yu's intelligence and greatness were beyond question; she was the best little scientist.
Little Flower diligently bent over to scoop the cat litter, her round, grass-green eyes narrowed into straight lines.
At this moment, netizens A, B, C, and D are located in different cities.
"Hey, why am I offline? I just paid my phone bill."
"Holy crap, my phone screen is black! Help! It's a brand new phone I just bought last week!"
"Damn it, I got kicked out! I want to complain!"
"What's going on? My phone suddenly froze, and I can't even turn it off. Could it be infected with a virus? TAT!"
After a 40-minute diagnostic test, Yan Xingli handed in his test paper with his head down.
Professor Zhao Zhixing's eyes flickered slightly. He turned his head and placed the exam paper in front of Qi Youyu, saying softly, "Yuyu, you can correct it."
Yan Xingli's tense nerves quietly relaxed.
“Okay.” Yu Yu didn’t refuse and picked up the red watercolor pen to get to work, but soon the child encountered a problem.
The child scratched his face, pointed at the question stem, and asked sheepishly, "What do you pronounce these words?"
Professor Zhao Zhixing was taken aback. "You can't read?"
This really surprised him. No one would believe that a little genius who could easily crack the space folding technology was illiterate.
Hearing the surprise in Teacher Zhao's tone, Qi Youyu immediately curled her toes in embarrassment: "Um, I don't think I went to kindergarten anymore."
[Did those sycophants who were just calling Yu Yu a child prodigy see that? A kid who can't read a single word dares to claim he's a child prodigy? It's laughable.]
The comments section erupted into chaos once again.
Zhao Zhixing: "It's okay, the teacher will read it, and you can correct it."
Fish: "Okay."
Teacher Zhao deliberately slowed down her voice and pace when reading the questions, but Yu Yu has a natural sensitivity to science, and often the questions were marked with checkmarks and crosses before the teacher finished reading them.
"It's an easy question, Uncle."
"Ouch."
"Uncle, you ate a lot of forks."
Yan Xingli dared not refute. The child holding the red pen seemed to have grabbed him by the back of the neck, bringing out his Kapi-Bala personality. Living is good, even being a rat is fine.
Out of 100, Yan Xingli got 40 points, with so many red crosses that it was unbearable to look at.
When the scores came out, Qi Youyu doubted herself but not her uncle Yan Xingli. She thought she had miscalculated and checked them twice before accepting the cruel truth that her uncle was a poor student.
Yan Xingli himself was quite satisfied. His original expectation was 20 or 30 points, and exceeding that would be an exceptional performance.
He was secretly delighted; he had made a fortune.
[Would you like to say again if you just called Yu Yu a fake prodigy? See? Teacher Zhao checked it, and Yu Yu didn't get a single question wrong!]
[If a three-and-a-half-year-old can solve advanced math problems, surely a five-year-old could take the college entrance exam and get into Tsinghua or Peking University? Waaaaah, so I really am just here to make up the numbers.]
Tsinghua and Peking Universities should start preparing to recruit students.
Based on the results of the preliminary exam, the professors who ranked lower quickly adjusted their teaching plans.
Teacher Zhao extracted all of Yan Xingli's wrong answers and explained them one by one in a simple and easy way. He did well with the multiple choice and fill-in-the-blank questions at the beginning, but the further he went, the more unfocused Yan Xingli's eyes became.
Two hours is longer than two centuries.
Teacher Zhao: "Alright, that's all for today's advanced mathematics lesson. I've left you a few problems; give them to me in class next week."
There are seven professors, one for each day, and Professor Zhao's class happens to be on Monday morning.
This means that Yan Xingli can practice different kinds of questions every day...
The main course is over, and now comes the much-anticipated bonus part.
On the day of the interview, Mr. Zhao did not introduce his talents, so netizens were very much looking forward to his talents.
Teacher Zhao cleared her throat: "Then I'll sing you a song."
[Silly, the professor can sing? Then why didn't he sing a single song at the karaoke after our dinner party last time? Are we not good enough for him? QAQ]
Teacher Zhao stood upright, opened her mouth, and a classic Italian poem, "Nessun Dorma," flowed from her lips.
The resonance in his chest cavity was like the bass strings of a cello. This highly textured sound gave Yan Xingli the illusion of listening to an opera in the Vienna Golden Hall.
The live stream attracted many netizens who are majoring in bel canto.
[Has this teacher, Ms. Zhao, really not received any professional training? Her breath control and voice control are amazing!]
[This is the super deep bass I've always dreamed of, waaaaaah!]
[Haha, I suddenly think this teacher is so much more handsome!]
Who would have thought that the serious and composed Teacher Zhao is a bel canto enthusiast?
Qi Youyu stared wide-eyed, looking as if she wanted to pry open Teacher Zhao's mouth to take a look.
"Teacher, you ate a few small speakers, and I want to give some to my uncle too."
Teacher Zhao smiled slightly: "You haven't eaten yet, do you want to learn? I'll teach you."
"No need, no need!" Yan Xingli hurriedly said, "Teacher, I'm learning pop singing."
Bel canto and pop singing styles are different. Bel canto has a deep and steady breath, while pop singing has a shallower breath and a more conversational feel.
Yan Xingli, who was used to pop singing, found it difficult to adapt to bel canto.
After hearing Yan Xingli's answer, Teacher Zhao relaxed her hands slightly at her sides:
"good."
In order to attract students, his colleagues and seniors not only used their best skills but also had to perform their talents, forcing this socially awkward person to resort to bel canto.
Yan Xingli glanced at the time furtively; it was time for get out of class to end.
Teacher Zhao was well aware of his little actions. He tidied up his briefcase, stood up and said, "That's all for today. See you next week."
Yan Xingli felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
Sure enough, no matter what age you are, the thing you look forward to most in class is when get out of class is over.
"Wait for me!" Qi Youyu raised her hand high, her small voice loud and strong. Seeing Teacher Zhao looking over, she quickly puffed out her little chest and said:
"Teacher, I have prepared a gift for you."
"Thank you, Yuyu, but no need, teacher." That formula, comparable to a scientist's treasure, is something that even mountains of gold and silver couldn't buy.
He should be the one giving the little guy a gift to thank him.
"Yes, yes, I'll use it."
Fishy wiggled its bottom and ran off, returning a moment later with a big shopping bag in its hand.
Teacher Zhao saw the child take a cat headband out of a pink bag and smiled sweetly.
"This is a cat headband I made myself. It will make you look prettier when you wear it."
Teacher Zhao: "..."
She stood on tiptoe and called out to him, "Teacher, squat down a little bit, I'll help you put it on."
Teacher Zhao remained silent, unable to imagine what he, a middle-aged man, would look like wearing a pink cat ear headband.
Teacher Zhao tried to politely decline, but Yu Yu was too enthusiastic and insisted on putting it on the teacher herself to show her sincerity.
The child stared at him expectantly, his big, round, watery eyes making it impossible to refuse him.
Teacher Zhao's mental defenses quickly crumbled. Then she thought about the formula that would definitely achieve anti-gravity. Forget about saving face; she couldn't let the child's good intentions go to waste!
Teacher Zhao squatted down and accepted it with a smile.
The comments section erupted in cheers. On one hand, Teacher Zhao's image wearing cat ear headbands was incredibly relatable, and on the other hand, the interaction between the two, one big and one small, was absolutely adorable.
Wow, this teacher Zhao is so doting! She probably wouldn't treat her own granddaughter any better.
[I wonder if the teacher will actually wear it all the way home, hahaha, I hope I can bump into her.]
The headband was a little tight, so Teacher Zhao decided to take it off before going out to ease the tightness.
Yu Yu patted Teacher Zhao on the shoulder, her eyes sparkling with lively light. She covered her mouth and whispered:
"Teacher, there's a little surprise waiting for you to discover!"
Yan Xingli lay on the living room sofa with his eyes closed, looking like a dried-up corpse, devoid of energy.
The production team was so worried about having to come here every day from now on that they couldn't bear to assign Yan Xingli any more tasks.
Xiao Hua slowly brought over two drinks.
"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Yu Yu." Xiao Hua bent down to the child's side with a bright smile. "This is a glass of milk with honey, please enjoy."
Yu Yu patted her bottom and stood up, taking the hot milk with both hands: "Thank you, Xiao Hua."
"This is yours." Xiaohua turned and handed the remaining cup to Yan Xingli. "No honey added."
Yan Xingli opened his eyes: "...Why isn't it milk?"
“Yes, this is a bitter melon juice that helps relieve internal heat and fatigue, and it’s low in calories, which fits your weight loss goals,” Xiaohua said. “So, I think you need it even more.”
It's quite fitting that people with bad luck drink bitter melon juice.
Yan Xingli gritted his teeth, thanked him, and then took the cup to the kitchen to add some honey.
He lowered his head and took a sip.
His face turned green instantly—
He looked up, took a deep breath, smiled, and casually returned to the living room to sit down, holding the bitter melon juice.
Yan Xingli put on his best acting skills, drinking the bittersweet bitter melon juice in front of Yu Yu, occasionally showing an expression of enjoyment.
Qi Youyu had already drunk most of her milk. The child smacked her lips, eating what was in her bowl while eyeing what was in the pot, curiously looking at the bitter melon juice in Yan Xingli's hand.
"Uncle, is yours delicious?"
"It tastes great." Yan Xingli smiled and held up two fingers. "I added two spoonfuls of honey."
That was a spoonful more than the milk in her hand. The child's eyes were bright. Xiaohua rarely let Yuyu eat candy or snacks, worried that Yuyu would become addicted and get too many cavities.
Yu Yu: "Uncle, I want to drink too."
Yan Xingli pretended to be possessive of his food: "No, I only have one cup. What if you finish it all in one gulp?"
"I'll trade you my milk," the child said. "I'll drink a sip of yours, and you drink a sip of mine."
Xiao Hua jumped out to stop him: "Brother Xing's bitter melon juice can't possibly taste good, because I use the juice squeezed from the bitterest bitter melon. Honey will only make the bitter melon juice taste both bitter and sweet."
Qi Youyu was stunned, somewhat incredulous: "Really?"
"It's true."
Yan Xingli tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful, licked his lips savoring the taste, and stared at the remaining third of the bitter melon juice, looking very reluctant to part with it.
Qi Youyu's attitude immediately became firm.
“Xiaohua, I think you’re wrong.” The child analyzed seriously, “If it tasted really bad, Uncle wouldn’t have been so stingy as to not let me drink it. It’s because it tastes so good that Uncle is so stingy as to not let me drink it.”
"No, Fishy! Your uncle almost couldn't keep up the act just now; it was so bitter he nearly threw up his dinner from the night before."
[Fish Baby, go watch the replay and see how cunning and wicked your uncle is.]
Yan Xingli couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what would happen next.
Xiao Hua couldn't dissuade the greedy little scientist, and in the end, Yan Xingli successfully traded the sweet milk from Yu Yu.
Fishy happily held the cup and took a big gulp.
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It tastes awful!
Fishy's little head was in a panic; she didn't want her tongue anymore.
Yan Xingli pinched his thigh, suppressing a laugh: "Why the expression?"
"It doesn't taste good."
"No way, I think it tastes pretty good." Yan Xingli said with a hint of tea. "Sigh, that's strange. Maybe our tastes are just different."
He picked up the cup and said, "Why don't you try taking another sip?"
Yu Yu pouted like a goldfish in an instant, refusing the awful bitter melon juice.
Having done something wrong, Yan Xingli couldn't hide his true colors any longer and grinned, showing off his big teeth.
Qi Youyu immediately realized what was happening. She stomped her foot angrily and said fiercely:
"Uncle, you're being naughty again."
"I'm going downstairs to play tonight. I'm taking Grandma, Grandpa, and Xiaohua with me... but not you!"
Yan Xingli: "Hahahahahaha."
*
Teacher Zhao's daughter, Xiao Zhao, is a high school sophomore this year. She is a lively and active age, but she feels a lot of pressure when she thinks about taking the college entrance examination next year, and she rarely smiles anymore.
But today is different.
Xiao Zhao was holding her three-year-old cat in the living room. As soon as there was any noise outside the door, she quickly got up to open it.
"Dad, go tutor Uncle Yu Yu."
Teacher Zhao: "Did you watch the live stream?"
"Yes." Xiao Zhao took the briefcase from her father with a grin. "Where's the headband that Yu Yu gave you? Why aren't you wearing it? It's so cute."
Teacher Zhao blushed, realizing that his daughter was teasing him.
He stood in the entryway changing his shoes. "I put it in the briefcase. Have you eaten yet? What do you want to eat tonight? Dad will cook."
Xiao Zhao happily rattled off a list of dishes, took out the adorable cat-ear headband from his briefcase, put it on his head, and grinned foolishly at his feline overlord in his arms:
"Two hundred, your older sister has cat ears now too! She's like your real older sister!"
Xiao Zhao had nail art on her hands, and her long nails accidentally poked into the kitten's bottom. The kitten jumped and turned its head sharply, but didn't hit her.
It just stared at her silently with its round cat eyes for a while, then let out two soft whimpers, jumped down from her arms, and ran away.
Xiao Zhao gradually froze amidst the meows of his cat.
Little Zhao cried out in terror, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"
"What's wrong, sweetie? Daddy's here."
"I heard Two Hundred say that I'm a silly little thing who can't retract my claws!"
Zhao Zhixing: "?"
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