In life, who doesn't have a few pits than friends?

For example, Su Mu. For example, Su Mu. For example, Su Mu.

The last shred of reason made Shen Fanyin extremely ungentle and threw her out of the house, not the window.

Grandma is addicted to mathematics today and can't extricate herself, and dinner is made by Aunt Zhang.

At the dinner table, Shen Fanyin opened his mouth: "Grandma, Dean Sun wants you to continue your research, do you want to go?"

Grandma's hands trembled twice, and then she smiled, "Where are you going? I'm useless, I can't go."

A touch of loss flashed in the old man's eyes, and the isolated life in the past few years had long smoothed out her ideals and persistence.

She was afraid that she would not be able to study anything, and she was afraid that she would be ridiculed if she fell ill again.

Shen Fanyin looked at her, put down her chopsticks and said, "Haven't you always taught me that life is endless and struggle is endless? How come you can't come to yourself and not be able to know and do together?"

Grandma frowned slightly, lowered her eyes to eat, and didn't want to speak.

Shen Fanyin continued: "Grandma, Dean Sun said, what kind of conjecture research did they only understand your research five years ago not long ago, how can such an excellent old comrade of yours ignore the progress of academic research?"

Grandma: "That's the Riemann conjecture."

"Oh yes, it's just a slow guess." Shen Fanyin deliberately interrupted, "If you don't continue to study, if this fast and slow conjecture can't be studied for a long time, you will be a sinner for all mankind."

Grandma clenched her chopsticks tightly and emphasized, "Riemann, Riemann conjecture."

"Oh, I don't understand this," Shen Fanyin looked unconcerned, "In the end, it's just a conjecture, it doesn't seem to be important, maybe it's just a conjecture, it's fake at all."

Grandma: "Zeheng."

Jing Zeheng immediately put down his chopsticks: "Well, you say."

"Throw her out too." Grandma glared at Shen Fanyin fiercely.

Shen Fanyin: "You can't change the fact that you throw me out, it's just a conjecture."

Three minutes later—

Shen Fanyin squatted by the door, holding her rice bowl and nibbling on tiger skin eggs.

She thought there was no danger in reasoning with intellectuals.

Boiling chicken soup as a safe thing suddenly becomes a high-risk job.

"Brother, did you say grandma would agree?" Shen Fanyin asked.

Jing Zeheng dragged her up: "Go home and sit and eat."

"No, I have to guard the door, I want to get first-hand information."

Maybe it was stimulated by Shen Fanyin's words, or maybe it was the agitation method that worked.

Half an hour after Shen Fanyin's rice bowl was empty, Aunt Zhang opened the door.

She smiled and whispered to Shen Fanyin, "Miss, come in, grandma agreed."

Shen Fanyin: "......?"

After all, she was not the first to know the answer.

But fortunately, the result was what she wanted.

-

As a well-known 985 institution, Anseong University has a very good learning atmosphere on campus, and it seems that there is a little more bookish atmosphere in the wind. In April, the campus is filled with cherry blossoms, and the powder mist is intoxicating.

This is the first time Shen Fanyin has come to the Academy, and there are numbers as far as the eye can see, which makes her dizzy and questioning her life.

Probably Sun Chongde had already greeted the school, and his grandmother's entry was quite simple, and she didn't even have a little greeting, and went directly to the laboratory.

Sun Chongde smiled and said to his grandmother: "In a few days, the second batch of doctoral students will be interviewed, and the time is just right.

Grandma's expression was solemn: "Okay."

After a pause, she added, "But I have to rest on the weekend, and I have to tutor my two children."

"Of course, no problem." Sun Chongde agreed very happily, poured a glass of water for his grandmother and began their discussion and research.

Shen Fanyin was silent for a moment, and after telling Su Mu the good news of the continuation of tutoring, she beckoned to Aunt Zhang and motioned for her to come out with her.

"Aunt Zhang, grandma will trouble you to take care of it, if there is anything, you can call me at any time." Shen Fanyin said softly, "My grandmother always doesn't care about the time when she does research, you remind her more."

"Okay, don't worry, Miss, it's no problem." Aunt Zhang nodded again and again, "But your lunch ......"

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, just take care of grandma." Shen Fanyin said, "On weekends, remember to let my sister come to the house for tutoring, grandma hasn't forgotten about it."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Miss." Aunt Zhang's eyes were slightly red.

In addition to feelings and interests, people get along with each other, and with the matter of tutoring children, Shen Fanyin is more at ease with Aunt Zhang.

However, she still went to the design college and found Zeng Mao.

"Big brother, help ......

Zeng Mao listened carefully to what she said, and then smiled: "Don't worry, I will pay more attention to grandma's situation, you give my mobile phone number to my aunt, and call me at any time if you have something."

"Okay, thank you, brother." Shen Fanyin breathed a sigh of relief.

Zeng Mao stopped her and asked, "How is Ran Ran lately?"

"She just arrived in the South China Sea yesterday and said she was going to charter a boat to go out to play." Shen Fanyin said, "The body is fine, but the person has lost weight again."

"Hmm." Zeng Mao sighed silently, looking at her with worry in his eyes.

"Senior brother, don't look at me like that, I'm fine." Shen Fanyin smiled easily.

"I'm worried about your career - how many peers did I post on Weibo to scold you a few days ago, you won't not see it, right?" Zeng Mao sighed silently and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

Shen Fanyin looked very indifferent: "If you see it, you will scold." What does it have to do with me if the villain is dissatisfied?"

Shen Fanyin's words really shocked Zeng Mao. He pondered for a moment and smiled.

The villain is dissatisfied, what does it have to do with me?

This little sister of his family has lived too transparently.

Shen Fanyin didn't stay with Zeng Mao for long, he was very busy, and she didn't want to bother too much.

She walked slowly in the direction of the school gate. I haven't seen the University of Ontario for months, and time here seems to stand still, the school building is still the same, and the cherry blossoms are blooming on time.

It's just that the people in the classroom have changed their faces.

"Student, wait a minute!"

Just when Shen Fanyin was looking at the sky, the clouds and the flowers, a figure holding a basketball appeared in front of her.

The big boy in front of him was tall and handsome, he should have just returned from the court, and his short hair was wet with sweat. He looked at Shen Fanyin with a smile, his eyes were bright and good-looking.

"Classmate, I'm Bi Jing from the third class of marketing, can I add a WeChat?"

Shen Fanyin instinctively stepped back and replied, "I don't use a mobile phone."

Bi Jing looked confused, but immediately understood what she meant, and a trace of chagrin flashed in his eyes: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Shen Fanyin: "The children are all three years old, we can't."

The corners of Bi Jing's mouth trembled slightly: "This reason is really unconvincing...... I just want to make friends with you, really."

Shen Fanyin: "I really don't use a mobile phone, really."

The next second, a mobile phone ringtone came from her bag.

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