I Am the Sister of the School Grass

    Lu Lin looked at the small envelope that popped up in his inbox.

    At one point I thought I was hallucinating.

    However, Lu Lin didn't take this matter to heart for the time being. After all, he felt that there was no other way to go except saving himself.

    Even Yunyan said that Fang Zheng would not study with her.

    Who do you expect to teach Fang Zheng math problems?

    Lu Lin thought so, the hair on his forehead fell down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

    After two more days, Lu Lin, who sleeps at three o'clock and five o'clock every day, can't stand it anymore.

    He lost sleep.

    Tomorrow dawn will be Friday, the results of Thursday's mock test will be released early in the morning, and then the teacher will explain the practice questions.

    Because of too much mental pressure, Lu Lin performed abnormally this time.

    He felt that his grades might be at the bottom.

    Thinking about this, Lu Lin's closed eyes opened again.

    I really can't sleep.

    It is clear that the body is very sleepy, but the brain is running fast, and the heart in the chest is beating fast because of staying up late for a long time.

    Lu Lin put the quilt over his head and quietly turned on his phone.

    He wanted to take another look at the comforting words in the tree hole post.

    Lu Lin thought, he fell asleep after a look.

    I didn't pass the test this time, he will pass the test next time.

    In a dark, warm blanket.

    Lu Lin saw the familiar little envelope again.

    It was an in-site text message sent to him by 'Management Far'.

    Wait?

    Management far...?

    Lu Lin was shocked, and the sleepiness of his body suddenly disappeared.

    He wanted to raise his eyes, raised his hand and poked, only to realize that he was not wearing glasses when he slept.

    So, Lu Lin stared at the screen.

    Watch it over and over again.

    It is indeed far from management.

    A few days ago, in order to search for information about Yuan Mo for Fang Zheng, Lu Lin exhausted his gossip ability.

    He really found something useful.

    At Tsinghua University, everyone called him "Mo God", and there was a more down-to-earth name.

    That is 'program far'.

    This news was also seen in the graduation speech of a senior girl.

    It was just the beginning of the school year, the class guide asked who had been exposed to programming before, and made a sign-in program for the class before the military training.

    Yuan Mo wrote more than 1,000 lines of code within three days to realize this small program.

    The class guide asked him to come up with a name, and the classmates said: "Moshen, this name must be!"

    After Yuan Mo passed by, he typed a random hand.

    Three words appeared on the screen - 'Program far'.

    "I think Mo Shen is more energetic."

    "Our Mo God is too low-key, so that's fine. Otherwise, if he looks a little more high-profile and shows his strength, I'm afraid not half of the girls in the school will have to send him love letters."

    As a scholar who can read the rules of the First Chinese Forum when he is bored, never underestimate his ability to screen words.

    At this moment, Lu Lin was in bed, staring at the word 'Management far'.

    Jittery, cautious, and excited to get back the news.

    "Hello, hello."

    "I need your help."

    It actually shows that it is typing!

    Lu Lin was even more excited.

    The next sentence of 'Management Far' is, "Do you know who I am?"

    Lu Lin: "…"

    Friday, four in the morning.

    Two people make an unspoken deal.

    Since then, Fang Zheng has a teacher who is faster and more accurate than Lu Lin.

    The hair on Lin Lin's head has also been preserved.

    Since the help of 'Management Far', Fang Zheng's problem solving speed has also increased rapidly.

    Yunyan still maintains the speed of brushing a set of math or physics questions every day, and continues to live broadcast on the questions.

    Even if she didn't take a long time to brush the questions, she couldn't resist doing the questions fast.

    So, the points are still very impressive.

    Saturday, Yunyan put on an early spring knitted jacket and went out with a schoolbag.

    "Brother, I'm going to Haida."

    "Be safe."

    "Brother, you are becoming more and more like Dad now."

    It is only a little bit older than her, but the elders are getting more and more mature.

    If it wasn't for Lu Lin's exposure that her brother slapped his face and made him fat in front of her, Yun Yan really thought that his brother had become mature and stable.

    However, the cloud still cannot be pierced.

    Who makes my brother save face?

    For this reason, Yunyan specially sent a lot of black sesame paste to Lu Lin.

    Looking at it can promote hair growth.

    As for whether it grows or not, it depends on Lin Lin's hair.

    At this moment, the national training team for the mathematics competition.

    Mr. Zhang received a call from her previous student again.

    The classmate said cheerfully: "Mr. Zhang, do you know? The Sitafan conjecture was deduced by a girl in our country! The teacher of our college just said this."

    Teacher Zhang counted with his fingers.

    It has been a full week since the paper was published today.

    He said, "I've heard of it."

    Be humble in your words.

    Although he knew the whole process of Yunyan's derivation, and even published papers, it was the professor he contacted Yuanmo.

     "Didn't I send you this conjecture last time? It's already halfway through. I didn't expect it to be taken first."

    The boy said with emotion, "Otherwise, if you wait for a while, maybe I will be the one who cracked it."

    Teacher Zhang: "..." Silent.

    "I don't know which university the girl is from. Mr. Zhang, do you know? Foreign newspapers published this incident and used 'girl' to refer to this girl, then she must be very Younger."

    This time, Teacher Zhang can chat, "Well, he is indeed quite young."

    I just turned eighteen.

    "I really want to get to know her," the boy said, "By the way, Mr. Zhang, are you saying that there is a second year student studying this conjecture this year? Have you read the literature?"

    Mr. Zhang held up the water glass, a little bit unbearable to damage the self-confidence of the students.

    He said vaguely, "After reading it, how about you, are you still working on this conjecture recently?"

    "Well, I'm looking at her published paper, and the derivation process is really wonderful."

    The boy said, "I don't know if she will participate in this year's 'Top Ten Young New Technology Talents' selection, which is a national award."

    The most popular national award should be 'Moving China'.

    After all, this is very likely to be in the college entrance examination composition questions and junior high school political exams.

    The second is the five million scientific and technological contribution award.

    Other awards in science and technology are rarely known to people who are not in this field.

    Even Mr. Zhang, who specializes in competitions, doesn't know much about it.

    He hurriedly asked, "A national award, what kind of award is there in the selection? Does Qingbei randomly choose a major?"