Chapter 46 A bank card was thrown in Jiang Moyuan's face.
B=2W Baud
This is the formula for the highest symbol transmission rate of an ideal low-channel communication.
If your major doesn't involve physics, you won't even understand the Chinese terminology for this formula, let alone understand it.
This is definitely not a formula that a high school student could access.
He Xun was stunned for three seconds.
Until the girl who was looking at her phone slowly raised her head.
Her pupils flickered, her eyebrows and eyes were indifferent.
The slanting sunlight added a touch of coolness to the girl's facial features, as if the clouds were melting into snow, chillingly cold.
He Xun met that gaze and was stunned for a moment.
Ying Zijing handed her phone to Xiu Yu and stood up, saying, "Wait for me."
Xiu Yu was topping up his account when he heard this and looked up: "What?"
She looked over, puzzled, and saw He Xun standing at the back door.
While Xiu Yu was still wondering why He Xun was standing there motionless, she saw the girl close the back door and stick a piece of white paper on the back door window.
She didn't even let He Xun show his face.
Xiu Yu: "..."
Sure, when it comes to arrogance, she only admires Ying's father.
Even the top students from Norton University didn't give them any face.
Ying Zijing sat down again and picked up her phone.
Since there was no one in the live stream yet, she was just writing.
Her handwriting is also very beautiful, with vigorous strokes and elegant lines.
Xiu Yu snapped out of his daze: "I sent you a hundred rockets, which will trigger a screen meteor that all users can see. Don't be discouraged, Ying Dad, there will definitely be people watching the physics live stream."
"I'll return it to you later."
"Don't mention it, I have plenty of money, more than I can spend."
Ying Zijing, who felt exceptionally poor for the second time: "..."
She sighed, rubbed her head, and looked back at her phone.
Because Xiu Yu generously spent 100,000 RMB, the popularity of the live stream skyrocketed.
But everyone who came in was completely bewildered.
They saw neither a face nor heard a voice, only a piece of paper covered with words.
What is this post by the host? I don't understand it.
[Can't you even tell that this is a physical formula derived by Nyquist?]
【What...?】
[Wow, streamer, you're amazing! This is the first time I've seen this formula used like this.]
[This is incredible! The streamer's academic background is definitely better than my university professor's. I wonder which academic genius is using this account?]
[No, brothers who just passed by, you guys can all understand this?]
[I don't understand, but what does this have to do with me thinking the streamer has beautiful hands?]
As soon as that comment floated by, the person who sent it sent a hundred rockets.
Xiu Yu: "???"
This is allowed?
[Hey host, say something! A live stream isn't complete without interaction. I don't want to listen to physics, I want to listen to chemistry.]
Ying Zijing shifted her position, picked up another piece of paper, and said, "Okay."
When I saw the host write down the Boltzmann formula, I finally realized that the host might be an all-rounder in science.
[I can't quite tell if the streamer's voice is male or female, but it's quite pleasant.]
Xiu Yu then realized that the voice she had just heard was different from Ying Zijin's usual way of speaking, but she didn't pay any attention to it.
She gave him a thumbs up: "Dad Ying, you're really awesome."
If the gifted class finds out, they'll probably regret it terribly.
Just thinking about it is awesome.
**
In the corridor.
He Xun was completely stunned when he was locked out.
A few seconds later, his expression gradually turned cold.
Teacher Deng also said that Ying Zijin had a bright future, but he didn't see it coming. Instead, he felt that she was beyond saving.
"Teacher He."
A voice sounded from behind.
He Xun turned his head, his expression softening: "Student Zhong."
He always treated students who did well in their studies with leniency.
"Ms. He, you don't look well." Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the class number and hesitated. "Is it because of my cousin?"
He Xun frowned.
If Zhong Zhiwan hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten about the formula he had just seen.
Looking back now, it's likely that Ying Zijing copied something from the internet to cover up that she was playing on her phone.
They probably didn't expect to copy a theorem that's only taught in university.
Trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog instead.
"Teacher He, please don't mind her." Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly. "My cousin is just like this. I guess she's been oppressed for too long, and she's been a bit irritable lately. We've been very understanding."
Hearing this, He Xun frowned even more deeply and said coldly, "If you're living under someone else's roof, you should be prepared to live under someone else's roof."
Zhong Zhiwan smiled again, said nothing, and tacitly agreed.
**
The third day was Sunday. To celebrate, Class 19 booked a private room at King Club to sing and play cards.
Ying Zijing realized that there were no snacks she wanted, so she prepared to go out and buy some.
Jiang Ran, who was standing nearby, saw this and coughed casually, saying, "I'll go with you."
Just in time, he challenged her to another fight, and this time he was determined not to hold back.
He didn't believe he really couldn't beat a girl.
Ying Zijing glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Xiu Yu looked at Jiang Ran, who was following the girl out, and asked curiously, "Has this guy also succumbed to Father Ying's pressure?"
The younger men were also at a loss, so they could only hand Xiu Yu a microphone: "Sister Yu, sing a song."
Jiang Ran naturally wouldn't give in. He had barely stepped outside when he blurted out, "Hey, transfer student, what have you trained in? Muay Thai? Judo?"
Ying Zijing ignored her and looked at the snack list on her phone.
"Okay, you fight me one more time," Jiang Ran clicked his tongue. "And then I'll give you a supermarket, how about that?"
Ying Zijing finally looked at him: "You're so noisy."
"...Then tell me, why would you be willing to fight me?" Because of his competitive spirit, Jiang Ran lost his temper for the first time. "As long as I can do it."
Ying Zijing continued to look at her phone intently, while also replying to Fu Yunshen's WeChat message.
Jiang Ran just stared at her like that.
The two remained facing each other.
Jiang Moyuan, who had just come out of the hotel, saw this scene from across the street.
The secretary standing nearby was also quite surprised: "Third Master, isn't that Young Master Jiang Ran? How come he's with Miss Ying, and so..."
I didn't dare say the word "intimate," so I left it at that.
Jiang Moyuan's expression changed: "Wait for me here."
After saying that, he strode over.
Jiang Ran didn't know Jiang Moyuan was nearby, so he simply said, "How about this, I'll buy you ten cups of milk tea, okay?"
Without waiting for the girl's reply, he turned and walked into a milk tea shop next door, his steps unrestrained and wild.
Jiang Ran had just left when Jiang Moyuan arrived.
His voice remained as cold as ever, but this time it carried a hint of disgust.
"Ying Zijin, what are you still making a scene for? Just because I don't like you? That's why you chose to get close to Jiang Ran?"
Ying Zijin slowly raised her head.
Faced with the girl's bare face, Jiang Moyuan was slightly taken aback, then his tone became even colder: "This is the last time I'm telling you, the trick of playing hard to get won't work on me. Stay away from Jiang Ran, he's not someone you can even dream of."
“I sponsored your schooling, not so you could do these things. Also, you haven’t apologized to Luvia yet.”
Ying Zijing remained silent, her expression unchanged.
This neglect left Jiang Moyuan somewhat uneasy, and his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
But he couldn't speak again.
The girl looked at him for three seconds, then raised her hand and poured the half-finished Coke down at him.
The movements were slow and deliberate, yet they exuded a cold ruthlessness.
In just a second, a custom-made suit worth 300,000 yuan was ruined.
Jiang Ran was stunned when he saw this situation as soon as he came out.
But that's not all.
He saw their class's newly crowned darling dad take a bank card out of his pocket and throw it directly at Jiang Moyuan's face.
I don't know why, the chapter I posted yesterday is gone... I'm so frustrated, and the editor isn't here this weekend... I'm going crazy, I'll just have to add it now, TvT I'm so angry!
(End of this chapter)
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