This is the formula for the maximum symbol transmission rate for an ideal low-pass channel.
If your major does not involve physics, you will not be able to understand this formula, let alone the Chinese term for it.
This is definitely not a formula that a high school student can access.
He Xun was stunned for three seconds.
Until the girl who was looking at her phone slowly raised her head.
Her pupils flickered and her eyebrows were indifferent.
The slanting sunlight added a touch of coolness to the girl's facial features, as if mist was melting into snow, so icy and captivating.
He Xun met this gaze and was stunned again.
Ying Zijin handed the phone to Xiu Yu and stood up: "Wait for me."
Xiu Yu was recharging his account and looked up when he heard this: "What's going on?"
She looked over confused and saw He Xun standing at the back door.
While Xiu Yu was still wondering why He Xun was standing there motionless, he saw the girl directly close the back door and took out a piece of white paper and pasted it on the window of the back door.
He Xun was not even allowed to show his face.
Xiu Yu: “…”
Yes, when it comes to arrogance, she only admires Father Ying.
Even the top students at Norton University didn't give him face.
Ying Zijin sat down again and took the phone.
Since there was no one in the live broadcast room, she was just writing.
Her handwriting is also very beautiful, with flying dragons and phoenixes dancing, and iron-like strokes and silver-like hooks.
Xiu Yu came back to his senses: "I gave you a hundred rockets, which will trigger a meteor on the screen, and users can see it. Dad Ying, don't be discouraged, there will definitely be people who will watch the physics live broadcast."
"I'll return it to you later."
"Why are you being polite? Anyway, I have so much money that I can't spend it all."
Ying Zijin felt extremely poor for the second time: "..."
She sighed, rubbed her head, and returned her gaze to her phone.
Because Xiu Yu generously spent 100,000 RMB, the popularity of the live broadcast room skyrocketed.
But everyone who came in was confused.
They didn't see the face, nor did they hear the voice, just a piece of paper covered with words.
[What is the anchor writing? I don’t understand. 】
[You can't tell, this is a physical formula derived by Nyquist. 】
[What?] 】
[Oh shit, host 666, this is the first time I see this formula being used in this way. 】
[This is absolutely amazing! The host’s academic qualifications must be better than my university tutor. I wonder which academic guru this is? 】
[No, brothers who just floated over, can you all understand it? 】
[I don’t understand, but does this have anything to do with my feeling that the host’s hands are pretty? 】
As soon as this barrage passed by, the person who posted it threw a hundred rockets.
Xiu Yu: “???”
Is this okay?
[Host, please say something. How can the live broadcast be without communication? I don’t want to listen to physics, I want to listen to chemistry. 】
Ying Zijin changed his sitting position, took another piece of paper, and said, "Okay."
[When I saw the host write down the Boltzmann formula, I finally understood that the host might be an all-rounder in science. 】
[I can’t tell whether the host’s voice is male or female, but it sounds pretty nice. 】
Xiu Yu then remembered that the voice she had just heard was different from the way Ying Zijin usually spoke, but she didn't care.
She gave a thumbs up and said, "Dad Ying, you are really awesome."
If the gifted class knew about this, they would probably regret it to death.
It makes me happy just thinking about it.
——
In the corridor.
He Xun was locked outside and didn't even come to his senses.
After a few seconds, his expression gradually turned cold.
Teacher Deng also said that Ying Zijin had a bright future, but he didn't see it. Instead, he felt that he was hopeless.
"Teacher He."
A voice sounded from behind.
He Xun turned around, his expression softened: "Mr. Zhong."
He has always been lenient towards students who study well.
"Teacher He, you look a little pale." Zhong Zhiwan looked at the class number and hesitated, "Is it because of my cousin's matter?"
He Xun frowned.
If Zhong Zhiwan hadn't mentioned it, he would have almost forgotten the formula he had just seen.
Now that I think about it, Ying Zijin probably copied one from the Internet in order to cover up the fact that he was playing with his phone.
I guess I didn't expect that I copied a theorem that you can only learn in university.
The attempt to draw a tiger ends up with a dog.
"Teacher He, please don't mind." Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly, "My cousin is just like this. I guess she has been oppressed for too long. She has a bad temper recently. We are all very tolerant of her."
Hearing this, He Xun frowned even deeper and said coldly: "If you live under someone else's roof, you must be aware of it."
Zhong Zhiwan smiled again and said nothing.
——
This weekend, in order to celebrate, Class 19 booked a private room in the King Club to sing and play cards.
Ying Zijin found that the snacks she wanted were not available and prepared to go out to buy them.
Jiang Ran pretended to cough casually: "I'll go with you."
It just so happens that he wants to fight with her again, and this time he will definitely not let her off.
Ying Zijin glanced at him and said nothing.
Xiu Yu looked at Jiang Ran who followed him out and wondered, "Did this guy also succumb to the pressure from Father Ying?"
The younger brothers were also confused, so they had to give Xiu Yu a microphone: "Sister Yu, sing."
Jiang Ran naturally would not give in. As soon as he walked out, he asked directly: "Hey, transfer student, what have you practiced? Muay Thai? Judo?"
The girl ignored him and looked at the snack list on her phone.
"Well, you fight me again." Jiang Ran said with a sigh, "How about I give you a supermarket?"
Ying Zijin finally looked at him: "You are so noisy."
"...Then tell me, why are you 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 Zijin didn't respond and continued to look at his phone seriously.
Jiang Ran just looked at her.
The two men confronted each other.
Across the road, Jiang Moyuan, who had just come out of the hotel, saw this scene.
The secretary at the side was also quite surprised: "Third Master, isn't that Young Master Jiang Ran? How could he be with Second Miss Ying, and so..."
I didn't dare say the word "intimate".
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 to answer, he turned and walked into a milk tea shop next door.
Jiang Ran had just left when Jiang Moyuan arrived.
His voice was still as cold as usual, but this time it carried a hint of disgust.
"Ying Zijin, what are you still making trouble for? Is it because I don't like you? So you choose to contact Jiang Ran?"
Ying Zijin raised his head.
Jiang Moyuan was slightly startled by the girl's plain face, and then his tone became even colder: "I'm telling you for the last time, playing hard to get doesn't work on me. Stay away from Jiang Ran, he's not someone you can dream of."
"I funded your schooling, not asking you to do these things. Also, you haven't apologized to Lu Wei yet."
Ying Zijin still didn't say anything, and even his eyes didn't fluctuate.
This kind of neglect made Jiang Moyuan feel even angrier for no apparent reason.
But he couldn't speak again.
Because the girl raised her hand and poured the unfinished Coke towards him.
The movements were slow, yet revealed a sense of coldness and cruelty.
In just a second, a custom-made suit worth three hundred thousand dollars was ruined.
As soon as Jiang Ran came out, he saw this situation and was stunned.
But it’s not over yet.
He saw the new favorite dad in their class take out a bank card from his pocket and throw it in Jiang Moyuan's face.
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