Professor Liu Gaoquan saw He Bangwei standing up, holding the chalk head he threw over in his right hand, laughing in his heart, and his hands and feet were quite neat.

He Bangwei looked at Liu Gaoquan's eyes and said calmly: "Repeat? ”

"You are a businessman, what more can I ask of you? Listen to the lesson? Thinking? Professor Liu Gaoquan laughed at this time, as if he was laughing at the student's indiscretion.

"Equation of State ...... for Ideal Gases"

"Rate Distribution ...... of Gas Molecules"

"The theorem of equal division of energy in degrees of freedom......"

He Bangwei's clear voice was not high, but it was enough for Professor Liu Gaoquan on the podium to hear what he was saying. Professor Liu started with him, and the original smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and he was a little surprised that he could really repeat what he said.

Professor Liu watched with an expressionless face as He Bangwei repeated what he had said for most of the class, and after he stopped, he mocked: "Yes, this classmate, you can still memorize by rote, can you liberal arts students be like this?" "Professor Liu unwittingly began to expand the attack group.

He Bangwei said lightly: "I listened carefully." ”

Professor Liu threw the book on the podium: "What kind of eyes do you have for a liberal arts student to come here!" ”

Frowning, He Bangwei stepped forward, the eyes of the whole class stared at his movements, watching him walk past Professor Liu Gaoquan from back to front, without saying a word, to the door, open the door, and turn around.

"Phew."

He Bangwei's tone was still light, calm without a trace of emotion, neither the grief and anger of humiliation, nor the joy of retelling his success.

It's just that this gentle "bah" seems to have appeared in the hearts of the whole class and Professor Liu Gaoquan.

Then, the door was closed by He Bangwei, who left, and he walked away unhurriedly as if he was usually out of class.

Professor Liu Gaoquan, who was in front of the podium, looked at the closed door and felt the eyes of the whole class, from neck to face, soaring red.

Yao Li, who was in the back row, didn't know why, but felt very refreshed.

He Bangwei, who walked out of the teaching building, didn't think too much, the sound of "bah" just came from the heart, and he didn't care about it after he finished it. He was thinking about quantum mechanics in the first two lessons.

Quantum mechanics is mainly the study of the structure and properties of atoms, molecules, condensed matter, atomic nuclei and elementary particles, and together with the theory of relativity, it forms the theoretical basis of modern physics.

Today's lesson talked about wave-particle duality, and although He Bangwei understood what he was talking about with the blessing of the exercises, he began to get confused again when he thought about it.

Schrödinger equation? How can the wave-particle duality of light and microscopic particles be unified?

He Bangwei, who was thinking seriously, passed by the canteen and didn't know it, which was not in line with the foodie nature he was gradually revealed. He returned to the dormitory in a daze.

Approaching the dormitory, Ke Haihua next door saw him hurriedly enter his dormitory like a mouse.

He Bangwei didn't even look at him, thinking about the theory to himself.

There is only Ye Chuan who is tireless in the dormitory, Wang Wei should go to class, Li Yunsheng should go to accompany the sister, since Li Yunsheng and Zhong Jinting officially became a couple, his time in the dormitory has decreased significantly.

Ye Chuan saw him come back and said hello, He Bangwei nodded casually, and sat in front of the computer thinking hard.

For a long time, He Bangwei, who didn't think about what the result was, was a little bored, took off the guitar, stood on the balcony, looked at the high sky, and played a song "Above the Gods" that suited his current mood. Compared with this piece of music, which is said to have been composed by God, Ho Bangwei's questioning of the difficult theories of modern physics seems to be no less impressive.

After playing a song, it was difficult to relieve the boredom in his heart, He Bangwei kept his hands and played a piece of music from this world.

The wolf smoke rises and the country looks north

The dragon curled the horse, and the sword qi was like frost

The heart is like the Yellow River

Who can fight in 20 years

……

Ye Chuan was playing a game in front of the computer, and when he heard He Bangwei's song "Serving the Country with Loyalty", he hummed while killing the enemy with the sniper on the screen.

The sound of the song spread far away through the balcony, and Ke Haihua, who happened to be setting up clothes on the balcony next door, heard He Bangwei's playing, his face was blue and white, how could the playing level of this song improve so much? Is this He Bangwei playing it himself? Ke Haihua didn't dare to come to 1304's bedroom to look, just stood next to his wet clothes, and listened to the whole performance in despair.

My heart is finally relaxed, and after playing this song, it seems that I have returned to the world that is wanton and rampant.

Hanging up the guitar, He Bangwei remembered an old saying that is widely spread in this world: don't use the hidden dragon.

Since coming here, He Bangwei has been forced by the entangled curse and the huge pressure brought by modern civilization, so he can only suppress himself, how can this untrained body compete with guns and firearms.

In the two attacks next to Swan Lake, He Bangwei resisted the desire to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, although there was a relationship between the fusion of memories and the lack of killing intent of those two groups, but the more he understood his own situation made him only press, but only broke the calves of two people as punishment.

He Bangwei was always thinking about how to find a way back, and in the face of this goal, everything else was secondary.

Thinking of going home, He Bangwei's heart seemed to be lit with a raging flame, and his eyes were sharp.

"Forgive me for my uninhibited indulgence in this life......" The phone rang.

"Hey, hello, I'm here at the Furong Police Station." The phone call from the police station came.

"Hmm." He Bangwei's tone was a little hard, and he was still immersed in his heart.

The attitude of the other side was very friendly: "A few days ago, there was an incident in which a group of people beat you, and the police station has already clarified the facts, and there is no responsibility for you. As a result, Qian Daming and his gang were detained for 15 days, and the rest were released after education. In the future, you college students should pay more attention to safety and don't mess with the youth of society. He Bangwei was also reminded at the end.

He Bangwei said "um" again and asked, "Are you okay?" “

The other side was stunned: "No, it's okay." “

The "doodoo ......" phone hung up, and Xiao Liu, the policeman who called to inform him, was stunned, this ...... This guy must have a background!

He Bangwei hung up the phone, the sharp edge in his eyes disappeared, walked to his wardrobe, took out the clothes he had changed, silently put the clothes into the basin, and flushed them up.

……

No matter what, the future sword god is also going to live. Too sloppy and doesn't seem to fit the image.

Turning on the phone and putting on headphones, He Bangwei selected "Above the Gods" from the desktop file to play, which is the finished piece of music made by Wang Wei and transferred to his computer.

Listening to this guitar song brought by himself and adapted by himself, He Bangwei had a smile on his face.

Great oaks from little acorns grow..