Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Physical Examination Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Physical Examination Modern, classroom.
“Zheng Fa, you’re about to lose !”
Zheng Fa, studying intently over his desk, looked up, dazed for a while, until his mind extricated itself from the indescribable mathematical symbols, and only then did he recognize the person speaking to him was Wang Chen.
The look on the other’s face was very grave.
“I endured it when you morized textbooks!”
“I also endured it when you placed second in our class and top ten in the grade!”
“Even when you were ambiguously flirting with Tang Lingwu, I still endured it!”
“…”
Wang Chen’s tone beca one of agony: “But look at what you’re doing now!”
Zheng Fa glanced at the “Full Score Secret Papers” in his hand: “What’s wrong?”
“You’re actually morizing exam papers!
And the harder the question, the more you morize!” Wang Chen sighed, “We’ve known each other for so many years, I thought I knew you well.
But the you now, has beco so perverse that I feel like you’re a stranger…”
Zheng Fa fell silent, then finally spoke: “Don’t say you, even I think I’m a bit perverse now.”
“?”
“You don’t understand the feeling of being forced by life to cram all this disgusting stuff into your brain…
I feel a bit nauseous now, I’m leaving.”
Having said that, Zheng Fa glanced at the sky, shook his head and walked down the stairs, today was the day he and Tang Lingwu went to receive tutoring from Old Man Bai.
Watching Zheng Fa’s retreating figure, Wang Chen turned around in a daze and asked his deskmate: “Did Zheng Fa just curse himself out?
Has he studied himself into stupidity?”
“Seems like it!” The deskmate nodded, watching Wang Chen pull out his textbook from his desk, shut his eyes, and start to chant, curiously asking, “What are you doing?”
“morizing texts!” snapped Wang Chen, opening his eyes, losing patience: “Don’t interrupt my studying.”
“…
Are you copying Zheng Fa?”
“Is that not allowed?”
“Then why are you cursing him?”
Wang Chen turned to his deskmate, his tone one of surprise:
“Don’t you want to curse him?”
“…
Yes!”
“Don’t you want to beco him?”
“…
Yes!”
“Then do you have any more questions?”
…
Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu walked side by side on the way to the faculty building.
“Tang Lingwu, have you always been preparing for the math competition?”
“Uh-huh.”
Tang Lingwu glanced at him, seemingly puzzled why he would ask such an obvious question.
“Have you ever encountered so problems that are exceptionally difficult to calculate, incredibly disgusting, and extrely torturous?”
“Your question is especially incomprehensible to .”
“Er, if you ever co across such problems, you could send them my way.”
Zheng Fa requested of Tang Lingwu.
“What do you need them for?”
“I need to morize them.”
No way around it, picking problems for Zhang was also no easy task.
Too easy won’t do; it won’t bring enough excitent for Zhang, risking the loss of this solid support.
Nor the ones too hard, like century-level problems; Zheng Fa felt Zhang enjoyed the exhilaration of conquering tough problems, not the thrill of being ground into the floor by them.
People shouldn’t, at least not supposed to…
be this perverse.
Proof problems are even worse, not to ntion whether she could solve them, but with such problems being frequent, Zhang would sooner or later notice the differences between the mathematics he was learning and that of the Xuanwei Realm.
He would never underestimate a genius, much less a Golden Core Stage genius’s intelligence.
By such criteria, the only suitable problems are those calculations that are particularly complex, even to the point of being nauseating.
Zheng Fa felt he needed to accumulate a lot over ti to satisfy Zhang.
Tang Lingwu fell into a long silence, without stating whether she agreed or not.
“Why aren’t you speaking?”
Tang Lingwu pursed her lips and it took her a while before she said, “If you’re feeling too much pressure, I know a hospital that’s good in this regard.”
…
“Sir Bai went to the hospital?”
When they arrived at Old Man Bai’s place, they realized that Old Man Bai wasn’t ho today, the door was opened by a middle-aged woman they hadn’t seen before.
“It’s nothing serious, the old man is getting on in years, he needs to have an annual checkup.”
“You are?”
“You must be Tang Lingwu and Zheng Fa, co on in,” the middle-aged woman greeted them and introduced herself, “I’m his daughter.”
Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu exchanged glances.
Both of them knew that Old Man Bai’s daughter worked at Qingshui Middle School, seemingly in the logistics departnt, but they had never seen her before.
The three of them sat down on the sofa in the living room, Old Man Bai’s daughter looked them over, seemingly wanting to say sothing.
After a while, she organized her words: “I’ve heard about you two from my father.
He said you both work hard and are smart.”
“…”
Zheng Fa exchanged glances with Tang Lingwu again, neither of them spoke, just seriously listening to what she would say next.
Usually, such an introduction wouldn’t be just to praise them.
“I also want to thank you two.
I have a job, kids at ho, lots of dostic and work responsibilities, very busy,” Old Man Bai’s daughter continued, “Having you two accompany my father, makes the place more lively and that’s reassuring for .”
Zheng Fa glanced at Tang Lingwu, who seed uneasy talking with adults, and spoke up himself, “We should be the ones to thank Professor Bai for his willingness to teach us.”
Old Man Bai’s daughter smiled, “He’s just like that.
Likes being with young people, won’t admit he’s getting old.
Retired with all sorts of ailnts, still can’t let go of his mathematics, still wants to stay in Beijing to write so book.”
Zheng Fa was beginning to understand why she had invited them in.
“I’m asking my father to move back here so that I can take care of him” she said with a resigned smile.
“But the old man doesn’t want to live with us, complaining it’s too noisy, preferring to live in this old house alone.”
“He doesn’t want to bother you,” Zheng Fa nodded.
Old Man Bai’s daughter nodded, then said, “You’re not much older than my own children; I see you as the younger generation.
Let be forthright, I asked him to move back so he can rest more in his old age, take better care of his health, and enjoy family ti.”
“I don’t object to him taking on two students, but…
I’ve heard these past few days that he stays up late working on so diagrams, and that I cannot agree to.”
Zheng Fa thought of the notebook at his ho.
“Do you understand what I an?”
Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu nodded; it was a signal for them to bother Old Man Bai less, especially not to let him stay up late.
Zheng Fa felt that this remark was mainly aid at himself.
“These are things I can only say when the old man is not around…
Otherwise…”
There was a sound of the door opening, and Old Man Bai walked in carrying a white plastic bag that had the words “Second Hospital” printed on it.
“Huh?
Why are you here so early?” He saw Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu, then turned his head to his daughter with a frown, “What have you been telling them?”
“Dad, how are the checkup results?
What did the doctor say?” Old Man Bai’s daughter did not respond to his question.
“The results will be out later; they said I can check them on my phone.
I was told to go ho first.
The doctor prescribed so dicine, all that stuff, I’ve been taking it for over a decade, I could practically prescribe it myself.”
Old Man Bai answered his daughter’s question but did not let go of his previous inquiry, “You can’t persuade , so you co to persuade them?”
“Dad…
”
“I’ve told you, I’m perfectly healthy,” Old Man Bai flashed a look of annoyance.
“I know you, you get so caught up in writing your book you forget to eat and drink, ending up fainting in the library, scaring the leadership to death!” Old Man Bai’s daughter didn’t indulge him, “That’s why I brought you back!”
“It was just a little hypoglycemia, an old problem, and besides, it was nothing!” Old Man Bai’s voice lowered slightly.
“You’re old!
Do you understand what it ans to be old?” Old Man Bai’s daughter’s voice got a little louder, “Just wait and see, in today’s dical report, which of your ailnts has decreased?”
“Can’t kill a person…” Old Man Bai muttered, clearly without much conviction, still mumbling, “Must be tough being controlled by your mom when young, and now you when I’m old…”
His pocket phone made a notification sound, likely from an app.
Old Man Bai took a look at it, his expression changed slightly, then quickly set the phone down, looking a bit guilty.
“The report’s out, right?
Dad, go on and look!” Old Man Bai’s daughter gave him a cold look.
“Look, I will.
Afraid of it?” He opened the phone, looked at the screen for a while, then frowned and tapped on it.
“What’s wrong?
Is there a serious issue?” Seeing his reaction, his daughter was no longer confrontational but anxiously asked, “Should we go to Beijing for a further checkup?”
“It seems like they’ve mixed up soone else’s report with mine.” Old Man Bai looked up, even sowhat proudly certain, “This person has no illnesses, obviously not .”
“So you’re proud that you’re sick!” His daughter was amused with exasperation.
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