BXBX NOVEL Chapter 25: 012 High- Efficiency Study Method, Relocation of Residence Completed_2
Chapter 25: 012 High- Efficiency Study Method, Relocation of Residence Completed_2
Jiang He:
He frustratedly scrambled the Rubik’s Cube again, opened his watch, and sent a message to Bai Lian—
[Text]
Bai Lian had already boarded the train, and her household registration transfer certificate for Xiangcheng had been processed. The certificate for moving out still needed to be arranged in Beicheng.
Beicheng was far away, and Xiangcheng only had a train service, so a round trip took a whole day.
As household registration had to be done on a workday, she went a day early and planned to return directly after getting the certificate the next morning.
Ji Shaojun went with her, and the two of them sat together.
The train ride was nearly twelve hours long, and Bai Lian had brought a physics question bank in advance.
She buried herself in the questions as soon as she got on the train.
A middle m aged couple and an elderly person sat opposite them, who, upon seeing Bai Lian working on her problems, spoke in hushed tones and deliberately lowered their voice when occasionally conversing with Ji Shaojun.
Ji Shaojun watched as the three passengers opposite handed Bai Lian a bunch of fruit and some biscuits.
Then he looked at the focused Bai Lian solving problems.
During the twelve-hour train ride, even Ji Shaojun couldn’t help feeling a sore back and stiff waist.
He had thought that being pampered from an early age, Bai Lian would find it more difficult to endure, but to his surprise, she remained upright and attentive, maintaining her studying posture throughout the journey.
The train’s signal was poor, and Bai Lian was concentrating on her questions. By the time she saw Jiang He’s message, it had already been two hours.
Illiterate: [Text] Bai Jian: [I’ve seen it.]
Bai Jian: [Image]
Jiang He opened it and looked, knowing the result but not the principle.
He then forwarded it to Jiang Fulai.
Jiang Fulai was still in the underground laboratory, holding a tablet and returning to the computer, its fluorescent light reflecting his expressionless face, cold and piercing.
The group of trainees beside him tried their best to pretend to be busy, not daring to look at him.
An assistant entered through the glass door with a document in hand and said, “Young master Jiang.”
Jiang Fulai’s gaze didn’t shift; after briefly pointing out an experimenter’s data beside him, he took the document from the assistant and casually flipped through it.
“This is an invitation from the Gao Family,” the assistant reminded.
Gao Jiachen was a carefully cultivated plant by the Gao Family in the Jiang Family, but after this incident, they had been busy managing the fallout and finally sent this invitation to Jiang Fulai as an apology.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fulai turned his hand, calmly handing back the invitation to the assistant.
The message was clear.
His phone rang, and Jiang Fulai gestured for the assistant to leave, then he checked the message from Jiang He, opening the image.
It was a complex question with a few formulas listed on the side, the handwriting looked neat and clean, slightly different from what he had seen the night before.
However, he could guess who had written it, and being too lazy to type, he sent a 52-second voice explanation to Jiang He.
Jiang He sent a comma.
Jiang Fulai followed up with: [47″(((]
Jiang He: [?]
Jiang Fulai:
Jiang Fulai: [60″(((]
Jiang He: [You know the teacher’s microphone was on, right?]
Out of patience, Jiang Fulai coldly typed two characters: [Add group]
Jiang He: [Okay.]
On the other side of the phone, Ming Dongheng watched with an expressionless face as the well-known genius Jiang He got scolded by Young Master Jiang for two minutes, thinking to himself— Luckily, 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 Public Security Bureau.
It was only after washing up for the night that Bai Lian discovered that Jiang He had added them to a three-person group.
Jiang Fulai sent a detailed process diagram, and Bai Lian sat at the small square table to study it carefully. She politely sent a thank you and then asked another question.
Jiang Fulai: “37”(((.”
Jiang Fulai: “29” (((.”
Bai Lian opened each one to listen.
“Physics definitely requires understanding the theorems and repeatedly deriving all formulas. To learn physics, don’t look up to it; you should stand on the mountaintop and look down upon it. Every seemingly unrelated phenomenon in nature, when slowly deduced, you’ll find that they all share a common cause.”
“After you understand all the theorems and formula derivations in that university physics book, explain them to someone else in your own words until they can understand. Try this tomorrow by explaining absolute zero to your grandfather until he understands. Once you grasp the principle behind each phenomenon, you’ll find all the problems quite simple.”
The other person must have been quite busy today, still in the underground laboratory, with a clear, deep voice.
Deliberately slowed down, with a faint, slight echo.
Bai Lian listened twice.
So, the next day.
At six in the morning.
Ji Heng had just gotten out of bed when he received a call from Bai Lian.
Bai Lian: Grandpa, did you understand?”
Ji Heng wasn’t fully awake yet, only hearing something about “molecules” and “immobility.”
He got dressed, didn’t understand, but responded with a calm “Hmm.”
“Then would you repeat it for me?”
Ji Heng:
Fifteen minutes later.
Finally, Bai Lian heard the correct answer from Ji Hengs mouth and hung up satisfied.
The Feynman Technique that Young Master Jiang taught her might end up making Ji Heng the biggest victim.
The process of applying for a household registration transfer certificate wasn’t complicated, and since they went early, it took less than half an hour to finish.
With the train at ten something, Ji Shaojun took the opportunity to visit a nearby mall.
While Ji Shaojun shopped, Bai Lian queued in the adjacent milk tea shop to buy tea and wait for him.
What Madame Song saw as she passed by was this scene—
The tall girl dressed in simple white clothes and black pants, the white garment without embellishment save for a few poppies at the neckline, which rendered it exquisitely simple. She held a fruit tea in one hand, leaning casually against a column at the entrance of the mall.
Countless passersby turned their heads.
“You’re back in Beicheng?” Madame Song got out of the car, the driver following behind her.
Her eyebrows and eyes were warm, and her tone bore a bit of surprise.
Bai Lian bit her straw and looked up. She thought for ten seconds before she could recall who the woman was from the original owner’s memory.
It was her, Song Min’s mother.
“Auntie Song,” Bai Lian spoke up.
This person was more pleasing to the eye than Song Min, so Bai Lian politely explained that she was back to process her household registration transfer.
“Bai Lian, listen to me,” said Madame Song with a serious demeanor after hearing her out, looking at Bai Lian: “l know you think your father is unfair, and you don’t like Shaoqi and the others; I can understand all of this. But after all, you’re a family; you can’t be childish.”
“To be honest, Shaoqi is smarter than most of the young nobles I’ve seen in Jiangjing; your father’s favour is not without reason. Besides, you need to understand that in the future, the Bai Family will definitely be centered around Shaoqi. His prospects, I dare say, are absolutely clear. You should look to the long term. Staying with the Bai Family for protection will give you the best development.”
Madame Songs maternal family was from Jiangjing, hence her extensive knowledge about it.
She felt a subtle pity for Bai Lian and thus offered this piece of advice.
Some things she left unsaid. For instance, she knew about the incident with the Bai t s written pledge and that Bai Lian and Bai Shaoqi were at odds because of her son.
But she thought that now was not the right time for Bai Lian to hold a grudge against Bai Shaoqi.
Instead, it was most important to maintain a good relationship with her.
Bai Lian listened carefully.
She finished her last sip of fruit tea, crushed the bottle, “I’ve never thought of relying on the Bai Family.”
“What?” Madame Song was taken aback.
The driver behind her glanced at Bai Lian; he naturally recognized the young miss of the Bai Family, who often came to the Songs to find Song Min. On hearing this, he sneered internally— Not rely on the Bai Family?
What else could you rely on?
Your trivial youthful pride?
Or the confidence from being expelled by Beicheng High School?