MTL - The Road to Slaying God-Chapter 15 Find wallet [recommended ticket needed]

There is still a distance between the one hundred hotels and the school. Although Zhang Yang already has the fifty oceans borrowed by Liu Biao, it is impossible for him to use the money for the meal. Zhang Yang walked for more than an hour. Although he was full and satiated, Zhang Yang took a train for a few hours and got up in Chuang in less than three hours. He woke up early and went to school for another day. He has n’t slept yet until now, although not yet It's cold and hungry, and it's definitely not much better than that.

Back in the dormitory, Zhang Yang fell asleep almost on the bed, and didn't care what the bath was.

At this sensation, Zhang Yang slept until seven in the morning before waking up. If it wasn't for a pee, he wouldn't wake up yet.

Although it was only seven o'clock, the sky was already bright. After coming out of the toilet, Zhang Yang turned up and down and couldn't fall asleep. The roommates were reminded by Zhang Yang that they were seniors, and they all basically died in bed.

In the next few days, except that Zhang Yang occasionally took a few professional courses and bought some food back, almost the door of the dormitory did not come out. He was immersed in the math book every day and could not extricate himself. "Basic Research" he has read it over and over again and still put it down, he never thought that the boring numbers would be so interesting.

The roommates in the dormitory did not pay attention to him. The senior's life is colorful. In fact, in addition to Zhang Yang in this 512 room, they already have girlfriends. Naturally, they will not have Zhang Yang so leisurely all day. Stay in the room and read a book.

It is worth mentioning here that Zhang Yang is an art department and has a great degree of freedom. He usually walks around the world with a drawing board, and Zhang Yang was not interested in this specialty. At that time, his application for the exam was also random.

Zhang Yang is now in a period of extreme excitement.

He was first exposed to mathematics and, for the first time, was really interested in one thing.

A brand new door opened for Zhang Yang, and at this time Zhang Yang had stepped in one foot, the mystery of the mathematical world had opened for him, and Xiao Yiran's book was like a knocker, this book was just for Zhang Yang , A lot of superficial theories and calculation methods have allowed some advanced knowledge in Zhang Yang to be integrated ...

However, Xiao Yiran's book is already horrible. Zhang Yang has densely recorded some records. In fact, Zhang Yang sometimes feels scared when he is awake, and he deliberately avoids leaving marks on the book. If he puts it in, his pen will naturally leave his thoughts and handwriting on it.

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

Human beings are born with a thirst for knowledge. However, due to various external reasons or innate ability, everyone's knowledge of knowledge is different. For example, some people like to draw and have natural Points, but because the external environment does not allow it, his talent is buried.

In the world, except for idiots, lunatics, and fools, in fact, everyone may be outstanding in a certain field, of course, the degree of IQ and effort also determines the size of the achievement.

Four days later, Zhang Yang finally woke up from a world obsessed with numbers.

"No more food?"

Zhang Yang squeezed the bag of bread and touched his belly. His strong hunger made him unable to read the book anymore. The number symbols on the book became all roast duck and chicken ...

Today, with the skyrocketing prices, it is a miracle that the fifty oceans lent by Liu Biao to him can persist for four days.

Can't drag anymore, you have to get your wallet back!

Zhang Yang felt depressed, got up on the bed, washed his face, rinsed his mouth and changed his clothes. Zhang Yang had a serious double name. He could not wash or rinse his mouth in the dormitory for a few days. Make it clean.

It's already afternoon. Not many people wander in the school. They should be in the classroom.

Zhang Yang was going to grab a meal with the old janitor first, and finally decided to get his wallet back. After all, eating with that old man was just a meal, the wallet was always going to be taken back, and the school ’s Tuition and living expenses have to be paid, and eating bread every day is not an option.

Chinese Department?

Zhang Yang patted her head, remembering that the girl said that she was in the second grade Chinese department, so it should be the third grade now.

After the decision was made, Zhang Yang slipped into the Chinese Department, and he stayed in the school for more than three years.

Kung Fu is worthy of care, and sure enough, Zhang Yang saw the girl in the classroom. The girl was sitting in the third row of the classroom and a professor wearing thick glasses was giving a lecture.

God help me too!

There was an empty seat beside the girl, and she was overjoyed, and she couldn't help watching dozens of people watching, and slipped in while the professor turned to write on the blackboard.

Although Zhang Yang was very afraid of Xiao Yiran, he was not afraid of his classmates who were one grade lower than him, how could he say that he was also a senior in a churros, and there was no reason to be afraid of a student lower than them.

"Someone here ... Ah ..."

The girl tilted her head and suddenly called out, attracting the attention of the classmates who had been attentive to the lesson, and the girl suddenly blushed.

With a look of embarrassment, Zhang Yang found a book from under his butt. Just now, he didn't see a book on the seat outside the window. Obviously, the girl was occupying a place for others.

"This classmate, what do you think of‘ Jing Kang's shame, still unrefined; courtier hate, when will it die! '”The old white-bearded professor turned and looked at Zhang Yang.

Immediately, the eyes of dozens of people in the classroom looked at Zhang Yang in unison, and a lot of smiles appeared in the eyes of everyone. Everyone here knew Zhang Yang, and some of the younger sisters even shot angry in their eyes. Spark, they are all victims of publicity **** photos.

"Ahem ... this ... I don't like it very much ..." Zhang Yang stood up with a rare flush in his face.

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

"It's Yue Fei ..." Zhang Yang then responded.

"Hahaha ..."

"Haha ..."

...

The classroom suddenly laughed, even the girl sitting next to Zhang Yang covered her mouth and smiled flushed. It was seen throughout the classroom that Zhang Yang's soul didn't keep his house and hadn't figured it out. Of course, they also looked down on Zhang Yang This is a joke when a student of the art department takes a Chinese class.

"This fellow, why don't you like Yue Fei?" The old professor asked with interest by pushing his glasses. Obviously, this is an old antique obsessed with academic research. He doesn't know Zhang Yang, the most famous school in the world. Color Demon.

"That that ..."

Zhang Yang couldn't help but look down at the girl next to her for help. When the girl saw Zhang Yang looking at her, her face was red again, and she turned to the blackboard. [I need your strong support]