PFC Chapter 11 Him? He's just an ordinary genius!
Chapter 11 Him? He's just an ordinary genius!
"They ran away?"
There was no surprise in Lin Yu's tone.
"Not sure. But his father's connections are enough to get him in."
Lin Yu continued walking.
"It doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter?"
"If you move an ant from one anthill to another, it is still an ant."
Xia Zijin did not respond.
They walked to the corner on the second floor. The light from the incandescent bulbs in the classroom where evening self-study was held illuminated the floor tiles of the corridor.
Lin Yu pushed open the back door of Class 7.
The entire class's eyes immediately focused on it.
He walked back to his seat expressionlessly, sat down, took out a math textbook and put it under his head, and continued to lie down.
He didn't look at anyone once throughout the entire process.
The chubby classmate cautiously poked his arm.
"Brother Yu, you know Li Hao is gone, right?"
"Um."
"Then you'll have no rivals?"
Lin Yu's muffled voice came from within his arms. His tone was languid and sleepy.
"His opponent has never been him."
"Who is that?"
Lin Yu did not answer.
His consciousness gradually faded. Before he completely fell asleep, a note appeared in his mind.
The above is the line of text written by Xia Zijin.
How did you predict Li Hao's combined science score?
Behind this question lies a deeper question that she didn't ask aloud.
Who exactly are you?
Him? He's just an ordinary genius!
Li Hao did not come to class the next day.
His seat was cleared away. The teaching materials, stationery, and the timetable accurate to fifteen minutes on the desk were all gone. Only a light-colored square mark remained—the adhesive residue left after the desk stickers were torn off.
Su Qingwan was the first to discover it.
She arrived at the classroom at 7:10 a.m., twenty minutes earlier than usual. Standing in front of Li Hao's empty seat, she held a bag of breakfast in her hand. The zipper of the insulated bag was open, and steam was still rising from the beef porridge.
She stood there for about ten seconds.
Then he silently walked back to his seat and stuffed the bag of breakfast into the deepest part of the drawer.
No one could see her expression, because her long, straight black hair happened to cover her profile.
But the moment she gripped the insulated bag tightly, her knuckles turned white.
During the break between classes, the news was confirmed.
Li Hao's father used his connections in the Chamber of Commerce to contact the principal of the provincial capital's No. 1 High School overnight.
Li Hao transferred to the experimental class of the provincial capital's No. 1 High School under the guise of an exchange program for students with special competitive talents. The formalities have been completed, and he left last night.
There was no goodbye.
Even Su Qingwan wasn't notified.
"They've run away, they've run away! The second-place finisher in the grade has escaped!"
"Transferring schools after losing just one game? That's incredibly weak mentally."
"That's called a strategic shift, going to the provincial capital's No. 1 High School to get some experience. Jiangcheng No. 1 High School is too small to accommodate him."
"Hilarious! Was the temple too small, or were they kicked out?"
A murmur of discussion rose and fell. Su Qingwan sat in the front row, her back ramrod straight. She opened her English textbook, underlining the words with her pen. Each stroke was too forceful, leaving dents in the paper.
Wang the Bald announced this during morning reading.
The tone was very flat. Like reading a notice.
"Li Hao has transferred to the No. 1 High School in the provincial capital for personal development reasons. The position of class monitor is temporarily vacant and will be arranged later."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the back row.
Lin Yu's seat was empty.
An open English journal lay face down on the table. A backpack hung on the back of the chair, indicating that the person was at school, but not in the classroom.
Where is Lin Yu?
Wang the Bald asked.
The chubby classmate stood up reflexively.
"Report, Brother Yu said—"
He paused for a moment, then said, "Lin Yu said he had finished memorizing the content for morning reading and went to the playground for a run."
Wang the Bald's lips twitched.
A week ago, he would have slammed his fist on the table and dragged Lin Yu back to stand as punishment. But now, a student who scored 278 in the combined science exam and ranked first in the entire school in science says he's memorized it all. What can you say?
"Let him run and come back."
When Wang the Bald uttered those words, the veins on his temples throbbed twice.
On the playground.
Lin Yu jogged at a steady pace along the 400-meter track. The morning air carried the sweet scent of osmanthus blossoms. His breathing was regular, his stride consistent, like a machine programmed with fixed parameters.
When he was on the third lap, he noticed a person sitting in the second row of the stands.
Xia Zijin.
She sat cross-legged on the cement steps, an exam paper spread out on her knees. The wind blew the edges of the paper up, she held it down with her left hand, and wrote in the answer area with her right.
Lin Yu slowed down as he ran past the area below the stands.
"What was your score on the last Chinese test?"
Xia Zijing didn't even look up. "54."
"It's improved by 12 points since last time."
"Formulas 1 and 2 have a 100% hit rate. Formula 3, after modification, has a 75% hit rate."
Xia Zijing paused, her pen still holding the paper. "Your algorithm works. But it's still not good for essays."
"Essays are not covered by the algorithm."
"So I'm waiting for you to release a patch."
Lin Yu stopped. He stood at the edge of the track, breathing evenly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"The essay has no patches."
He said, "The essence of writing is the output of emotions. What you lack is not logic, but an emotional database."
Xia Zijin raised her head.
The eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses stared straight at him.
"I don't have an emotional database."
"So you're bad at Chinese."
"What should we do then?"
Lin Yu thought for two seconds.
"Find a novel to read."
"What type?"
"Anything is fine. Romance is okay too."
Xia Zijing's expression underwent a very subtle change.
I don't read romance novels.
"Then you can forget about passing Chinese."
Lin Yu turned around and continued running.
He ran a dozen meters or so when he heard Xia Zijing's voice behind him, which was muffled by the wind.
"...Do you have any recommendations?"
Lin Yu's lips twitched slightly.
He didn't turn around, nor did he answer.
After finishing the fourth lap, he walked back to the stands, took a bottle of mineral water out of his bag, took two sips, and screwed the cap back on.
My phone vibrated.
A push notification. From the official WeChat account of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
The title is: Congratulations on the outstanding achievements of our students in the ten-school joint examination! We hereby commend them!
Lin Yu clicked on it.
The main text of the good news report was written in bold red font:
"Warmest congratulations to Lin Yu from Class 7, Grade 12, for achieving first place in the city's ten-school mid-term joint examination with a total score of 699! Her science score of 278 ranked second in the city!"
Second in the city for a single subject.