Chapter 12: 012 Efficient Learning Method, Completing the Household Registration Transfer

The few numbers were written quite casually.

The strokes were fluid and continuous, yet a murderous aura was faintly visible in the pressure and lift of the pen.

Jiang Fuli stared at the characters for a while before turning his attention back to the data.

If the first three sets of data were chaotic and disorganized, then from the fourth set onwards, there was a pattern to be found.

Jiang Fuli saw at a glance that it was vortex ring collision data.

He didn't have much interest in fluid mechanics, so he scanned through all the data and then took out his phone to take a picture of it.

He sent it to someone.

Academician Ma: 【I’m calculating 5,000 Gaussian boson samplings, no time.】

Academician Ma: 【Of course, if you’re willing to transfer to quantum mechanics, I think I might have some time.】

Clearly, the other party hadn't looked at the content carefully and replied quite ruthlessly.

Jiang Fuli wasn't in a hurry.

Ten minutes later.

The phone rang.

Jiang Fuli’s eyes were light and calm. He wore half-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The laboratory didn't have chairs for resting, and the experimental bench wasn't suitable for sitting while working.

He supported himself against the table with one hand and held the mouse with the other, bending over to carefully plot the mass and interaction graph of WIMPs.

He didn't answer.

The phone stopped for a moment, then rang again quickly.

Jiang Fuli reached out, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button.

"I felt they were up to no good from the start, entrusting their child to you. You’re still half a child yourself, how are you supposed to raise Jiang He?" Academician Ma’s voice came from the other end; there were several team members discussing something in his background.

He never stood on ceremony with Jiang Fuli, and as soon as his eyes rolled, he said, "How about this, give Jiang He to me, and I’ll raise him for you."

Academician Ma knew who was around Jiang Fuli.

So he guessed that this set of data came from Jiang He.

"It’s a set of data Jiang He and his friend worked on. These two are very sensitive to data." Jiang Fuli’s phoenix eyes lowered slightly. He didn't have deep research into fluid mechanics.

But a person’s talent and intuition cannot be hidden.

Therefore, he didn't think Jiang He and Bai Lian’s understanding of physics was shallow.

After all, even the mathematical genius Maxwell encountered cold receptions when he transferred to physics to study electricity and magnetism, and the physics bigwigs of that era didn't care about Maxwell either.

On the other end of the phone.

Jiangjing University.

Academician Ma hung up the phone. He held the data, thinking about it as he left his office. While walking downstairs, he instructed his assistant, "We’re benchmarking against the school in Xiangcheng this year, right? Help me look someone up."

The assistant added this to the schedule.

Almost everyone in the school knew Academician Ma. Seeing him leave the office, a boy passing by the laboratory building couldn't help but take photos excitedly, then grabbed the arm of the person next to him, unable to suppress himself: "Shaoke, that’s Academician Ma! Did you see? Did you see! My teacher once had the honor of being in Academician Ma’s group!"

**

On this side, Bai Lian had just gotten off the bus when she saw Mao Kun squatting at the bus stop waiting for her.

Seeing her, Mao Kun immediately put the cigarette under his foot and extinguished it.

Then he picked up the butt and threw it into the trash can.

"Sister," Mao Kun handed her an invitation letter obsequiously, "Sister, this is an invitation to the White Tiger Auction House."

"I’m not going."

"Godfather said if it’s given to you, it’s yours. If you don’t want it, you can sell it," Mao Kun scratched the back of his head, "It’s being hyped up to a very high price on the black market right now."

"Then you help me list it on the black market." Bai Lian reached out, took the red invitation, which had a white tiger printed on the cover, and tossed it into her backpack.

"Alright, Sister."

The two went to the convenience store one after the other. Bai Lian grabbed a bottle of water, scanned the QR code, and headed back.

As for Mao Kun, seeing Bai Lian call the store manager 'Uncle,' he was quick-witted; he bought a pack of cigarettes and even helped the manager move the goods piled outside back in.

The person watching from the shadows had a grave expression and drew a star next to the store manager’s name.

On Saturday, Bai Lian happily read and studied in the library with Jiang He.

Sunday.

Jiang He sat on the carpet alone, listless.

He was slowly playing with a Rubik’s cube in his hands.

Jiang Fuli came downstairs. He was buttoning his collar with one hand and holding his computer with the other. He walked slowly to Jiang He’s side, head bowed, his posture somewhat lazy, but his voice was calm: "Didn't change your clothes?"

Under normal circumstances, Jiang He should have gone to the library today.

Jiang He ignored him.

Jiang Fuli finished buttoning his shirt, placed the computer on the table beside him, and asked calmly, "Do you know when my vortex ring manufacturing machine might break down?"

"Sister Bai went to Beicheng to transfer her household registration." Jiang He looked up and spoke slowly.

Beicheng?

Jiang Fuli nodded.

Then he reached out, took the Rubik’s cube that Jiang He had struggled to twist halfway, quickly solved it, and handed it back to Jiang He.

"So clumsy." He said politely, then picked up his mask, grabbed his computer again, and went out.

Ming Dongheng stood where he was, watching expressionlessly.

Jiang He: "..."

He gloomily scrambled the Rubik’s cube again, opened his watch, and sent a message to Bai Lian—

【,】

Bai Lian was already on the train. The household registration transfer-in certificate for Xiangcheng had been processed, but the transfer-out certificate still needed to be handled in Beicheng.

Beicheng was very far away, and Xiangcheng only had trains; it took a whole day to get there.

Processing household registration required working days, so she went a day early to get the certificate first thing tomorrow morning and come straight back.

Ji Shaojun came with her, and they had adjacent seats.

The train ride would take nearly twelve hours. Bai Lian had brought a physics problem set in advance.

As soon as she got on the train, she buried her head in solving problems.

Sitting opposite them were a middle-aged couple and an elderly person. Seeing Bai Lian doing problems, they lowered their voices when speaking, and even when occasionally talking to Ji Shaojun, they deliberately kept their voices down.

Ji Shaojun looked at the pile of fruit and biscuits the three people opposite had given Bai Lian.

Then he looked at Bai Lian, who was seriously solving problems.

"..."

Twelve hours on the train, even Ji Shaojun couldn't help but feel back pain halfway through.

He had originally thought that Bai Lian, having been pampered since childhood, would find it harder to endure, but he didn't expect that from beginning to end, she sat upright and straight, maintaining her posture of solving problems.

The signal on the train was poor, and Bai Lian was focused on her work, so it was two hours later when she saw Jiang He’s message.

Illiterate: 【,】

Bai Lian: 【.】

Bai Lian: 【[Image]】

Jiang He clicked on it to look. He knew the result, but didn't know the principle.

He forwarded it to Jiang Fuli.

**

Jiang Fuli was still in the underground laboratory. He held his tablet and returned to his computer. The computer’s fluorescent light reflected on his expressionless face, cold and piercing.

The students in the group nearby tried their best to pretend to be busy, not daring to look at him.

The assistant walked in through the glass door with a file, "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Fuli’s gaze didn't move. After briefly pointing out the experimental data of a team member beside him, he picked up the file handed over by the assistant and flipped through it casually.

"This is a visiting card from the Gao family," the assistant reminded him.

Gao Jiachen had been painstakingly placed in the Jiang family by the Gao family. No one expected this to happen. They had been busy making arrangements for the past few days and finally sent this visiting card to Jiang Fuli to apologize.

As soon as Jiang Fuli heard this, his hand turned, and he calmly placed the visiting card back into the assistant’s hand.

The meaning was clear.

The phone rang. Jiang Fuli raised his hand to let him out, took out his phone, flipped to Jiang He’s message, and clicked on the image.

It was a comprehensive problem with several formulas listed on the side. The handwriting looked neat and clean, slightly different from what he saw last night.

However, he guessed whose it was. He was too lazy to type, so he sent a 52-second voice message to Jiang He explaining it.

Jiang He sent a comma.

Jiang Fuli sent another: 【47''(((】

Jiang He: 【?】

Jiang Fuli: 【60''(((】

Jiang Fuli: 【60''(((】

Jiang He: 【,】

Jiang Fuli couldn't bear it any longer. He coldly typed two words: 【Create a group】

Jiang He: 【.】

On the other side of the phone, Ming Dongheng watched expressionlessly as the well-known genius Jiang He was scolded by Young Master Jiang for two minutes, thinking—

Fortunately, he doesn't study physics.

**

Bai Lian and Ji Shaojun arrived in Beicheng after ten o'clock at night.

The two stayed at a hotel not far from the police station.

After washing up that night, Bai Lian discovered that Jiang He had created a three-person group.

Jiang Fuli had sent a detailed process diagram. Bai Lian sat in front of the small square table, read it carefully, politely sent a "thank you," and asked another question.

Jiang Fuli: 【37''(((】

Jiang Fuli: 【29''(((】

Bai Lian clicked on them one by one to listen.

"In physics, you must understand the theorems and repeatedly derive all formulas. Don't look up to physics; you must stand on the top of the mountain and look down at it. Every phenomenon in nature that seems unrelated on the surface, when slowly derived to the end, actually shares a common cause."

"Take all the theorem and formula derivation examples in that university physics book, understand them, and then explain them to others in your own way until the other person can understand. Try explaining absolute zero to your grandfather tomorrow until he can understand it. Once you understand the principle of every phenomenon, you will find that all problems are very simple."

The other party must have been quite busy today, still in the underground laboratory. His voice was clear, cold, and deep.

He deliberately slowed down, and there was a faint, slight echo.

Bai Lian listened twice.

And so, the next day.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Ji Heng had just woken up when he received a call from Bai Lian.

Bai Lian: "&*#@^￥#%…… Grandfather, did you understand?"

Ji Heng wasn't fully awake yet, only hearing something about "molecules" and "immobile."

He put on his clothes, didn't understand, but calmly said "Mm."

"Then repeat it to me."

Ji Heng: "..."

Fifteen minutes later.

Bai Lian finally heard the correct answer from Ji Heng’s mouth and was satisfied enough to hang up.

The Feynman technique Young Master Jiang taught her—Ji Heng might become the biggest victim.

**

Processing the household registration transfer-out certificate wasn't complicated, and since they went early, the two finished in less than half an hour.

With the train not until after ten, Ji Shaojun took the time to go to a nearby shopping mall.

Ji Shaojun went in to buy things, and Bai Lian queued up at the milk tea shop next door to buy milk tea while waiting for him.

This was the scene Madam Song saw as she passed by—

The tall girl was wearing simple white clothes and black trousers. There were no other embellishments on the white clothes, only a few poppies at the collar, extremely clear and light. She held a fruit tea in one hand, leaning loosely against a pillar at the mall entrance.

Countless people passing by turned their heads.

"You’re back in Beicheng?" Madam Song got out of the car, the driver following behind her.

Her eyes were gentle, and her tone was quite surprised.

Bai Lian bit the straw and looked up, looking at the other person’s face. It took her ten seconds to dig the person out of the original owner’s memory.

It was her, Song Min’s mother.

"Auntie Song," Bai Lian said.

This person was more pleasing to the eye than Song Min, so Bai Lian politely explained that she had returned to handle the household registration transfer certificate.

"Bai Lian, listen to me," after listening, Madam Song’s expression became serious. She looked at Bai Lian: "I know you feel your father is unfair, and you don't like Shaoqi and the others. I can understand all of that. But you are a family after all; you can't act on childish impulses."

"To be honest, Shaoke is smarter than most of the Jiangjing noble children I’ve seen. It’s not without reason that your father values him. And you must understand that in the future, your Bai family will definitely develop with Shaoke at the center. I dare say his future is absolutely smooth. You must have a long-term vision. Only by staying in the Bai family and having the Bai family’s protection can you get the best development."

Madam Song’s maternal family was from Jiangjing, and because of this, she knew Jiangjing well.

She also felt a subtle pity for Bai Lian, which is why she spoke up to remind her.

There were some things she didn't say, such as the matter of the apprenticeship letter; Madam Song knew that Bai Lian and Bai Shaoqi were at odds because of her own son.

But she felt that now was not the time for Bai Lian to hold a grudge against Bai Shaoqi.

On the contrary, getting along well with her was the most important thing.

Bai Lian listened carefully until the end.

She drank the last sip of fruit tea and crushed the bottle, "I never thought about relying on the Bai family."

"What?" Madam Song was stunned.

The driver behind her glanced at Bai Lian. He naturally recognized the eldest daughter of the Bai family; she used to come to the Song house often to find Song Min. Hearing this, he sneered inwardly—

Not relying on the Bai family?

Then what else can you rely on?

Rely on your own insignificant youthful impulsiveness?

Or rely on the confidence of being expelled from Beicheng No. 1 High School?

Those who study science should all have the miserable experience of forgetting formulas in the exam room and having to derive them slowly...

Science lovers, the Feynman technique is worth having.

If I were in high school, I would explain a theorem to you every day, but unfortunately, I just finished the college entrance exam. Hehe, sleep early.

(End of chapter)