There is still a distance between the Baijiayuan hotel and the school, although Zhang Yang already has the fifty oceans borrowed by Liu Biao, but he will not be able to use this meal money, Zhang Yang Zhang Yang walked for more than an hour, although he was full of food and drink, Zhang Yang took the train for a few hours and got up in less than three hours to do morning dinner, and came back early to read for another day, until now, he has not slept yet, although he is not cold and hungry, it will definitely not be much better than that feeling.

Back in the dormitory, Zhang Yang almost fell asleep on the bed, and he didn't care about taking a shower or anything.

This night, Zhang Yang slept until seven o'clock in the morning and didn't wake up, if it wasn't for a soak of urine, he wouldn't wake up.

Although it was only seven o'clock, the sky was already bright, and Zhang Yang couldn't sleep after coming out of the toilet, and the roommates were reminded by Zhang Yang that they were seniors, and they basically pretended to be dead in bed.

In the following days, Zhang Yang almost didn't go out of the dormitory except for occasionally attending a few professional classes and buying some food, he was immersed in math books every day and couldn't extricate himself, Xiao Yiran's "Basic Research on Thought and Method" He had read it several times and still couldn't put it down, he never thought that the boring numbers would be so interesting.

None of the roommates in the dormitory paid attention to him, the life of the senior year is colorful, in fact, in addition to Zhang Yang, there are already girlfriends in this 512 room, and they naturally will not have Zhang Yang to stay in the room all day long and read books.

It is worth mentioning here that Zhang Yang is an art department, and the degree of freedom is very large, and he usually walks around the world with a sketchpad, but Zhang Yang is not interested in this major, and he also filled in the application at that time.

Zhang Yang is now in a period of extreme excitement.

He was exposed to mathematics for the first time, and for the first time, he was really interested in something.

A new door is open for Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang At this time, he has stepped into it, and the mysteries of the mathematical world have been opened for him, and Xiao Yiran's book is like a stepping stone, this book is suitable for Zhang Yang, and many simple theories and operations have made some of the advanced knowledge in Zhang Yang have been integrated......

However, Xiao Yiran's book is already miserable, and it is densely packed with some records made by Zhang Yang, in fact, Zhang Yang will feel scared when he is occasionally sober, and will deliberately avoid leaving traces on the book, but Zhang Yang will naturally leave his thoughts and handwriting on it when Zhang Yang puts it in.

Now Zhang Yang's brain is like a computer, a lot of knowledge is stored, the only thing he needs is a search engine, and "Basic Research on Ideas and Methods" has become the engine in his head.

Human beings' thirst for knowledge is innate, but because of various external reasons, or innate and acquired abilities, everyone's perception of knowledge is different, for example, someone likes to draw and has talent, but because the external environment does not allow it, his talent is buried.

In the world, except for idiots, madmen, and fools, in fact, everyone has the potential to excel in a certain field, of course, IQ and the degree of effort also determine the size of the achievement.

Four days later, Zhang Yang finally woke up from the world of numbers.

"Don't have anything to eat again?"

Zhang Yang pinched the bag of bread and then touched his stomach, the strong hunger made him unable to read the book anymore, and the number symbols on the book became roast duck and roast chicken......

Today, when prices are soaring, it is a miracle that the fifty oceans lent to him by Liu Biao can last for four days.

I can't put it off any longer, I have to get my wallet back!

Zhang Yang depressedly touched his stomach and got up to wash his face and rinse his mouth and change into clothes that he felt like, Zhang Yang has a serious double surname, he can not take a bath or rinse his mouth for several days in the dormitory, but, when he goes out at one end, he must be able to clean himself.

It's already afternoon, and there aren't many people wandering around the school, so they should all be in the classroom.

Zhang Yang was going to pick up a meal at the old man at the gatekeeper first, but finally decided to get his wallet back, after all, eating a meal at the old man's place is just a meal, and the wallet always has to be taken back, and the school tuition and living expenses have to be paid, and eating bread every day is not a solution.

Department of Chinese?

Zhang Yang patted his head, remembering that the girl said that she was from the second-year Chinese department, so it should be the third grade now.

After the matter was decided, Zhang Yang slipped to the Chinese Department, where he had stayed for more than three years, and was naturally familiar with the road.

The hard work paid off, and sure enough, Zhang Yang saw the girl in the classroom, the girl was sitting in the third row of the classroom listening to the lecture, and a professor with thick glasses was lecturing.

God help me!

There was an empty seat next to the girl, and she was so overjoyed that she didn't care about the dozens of people watching, so she slipped in while the professor turned to write on the blackboard.

Although Zhang Yang is very afraid of Xiao Yiran, he is not afraid of his classmates who are one year lower than him, how to say that he is also an old fritter in his senior year, and there is no reason to be afraid of students who are one year lower than them.

"There's someone here...... Ah......h

The girl turned her head and immediately called out, attracting the attention of the students who were listening attentively, and the girl immediately blushed.

Zhang Yang looked embarrassed and took out a book from under his buttocks, he didn't see a book on the seat outside the window just now, obviously, this girl is a position for others.

"This classmate, you are ashamed of 'Jing Kang, and it is still snowing; When the courtiers hate, when will they be destroyed! 'What do you think?' The gray-bearded old professor turned to look at Zhang Yang.

Immediately, the eyes of dozens of people in the classroom looked at Zhang Yang, many people showed a smile of shame in their eyes, everyone here knew Zhang Yang, and some of the younger sisters shot angry sparks in their eyes, they were all victims of Zhang Yang's voyeur photography.

"Ahem...... This one...... I don't really like it......" Zhang Yang stood up, a rare flush on his face.

"You don't like Yue Fei's words?" The old professor was stunned.

"It's Yue Fei......" Zhang Yang reacted at this time.

"Hahaha......"

"Haha......"

……

The classroom suddenly burst into laughter, even the girl sitting next to Zhang Yang also covered her mouth and smiled red, the whole classroom saw that Zhang Yang's soul was not guarded, and he didn't understand it at all, of course, they also had a taste of looking down on Zhang Yang, a student of the art department took a Chinese class, this is a joke.

"This classmate, why don't you like Yue Fei, tell me?" The old professor pushed his glasses and asked with interest, obviously, this is an old antique who is obsessed with academic research, and he doesn't know Zhang Yang, the school's most famous pervert.

"That ......"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but be stunned, and looked down at the girl next to her for help, and when the girl saw Zhang Yang looking at her, her face was red again, and she snorted on the blackboard. [I need your strong support]