Chapter 48: 046 A bank card thrown at Jiang Moyuan’s face
B=2W Baud
This is the formula for the maximum symbol transmission rate of an ideal low-pass channel.
If your major doesn’t involve physics, you wouldn’t understand this formula, let alone the Chinese terminology associated with it.
It definitely isn’t a formula that a high school student could co across.
He Xun was so startled that he froze for three seconds.
It wasn’t until the girl, who had been looking at her phone, slowly lifted her head.
Her pupils flickered; her eyebrows and eyes were faint.
The slanting sunlight added a chill to the girl’s facial contours, like clouds turning into snow, cold and captivating.
When He Xun t her gaze, he hesitated again.
Ying Zijin handed her phone to Xiu Yu and stood up, “Wait for a mont.”
Xiu Yu was in the midst of a top-up and looked up, “What’s up?”
She looked over, puzzled, and saw He Xun standing at the back door.
As Xiu Yu was wondering why He Xun wasn’t moving, she saw the girl close the back door and even put up a white paper on the window.
Not even giving He Xun a chance to show his face.
Xiu Yu: “…”
Alright, in terms of arrogance, she only respected Daddy Ying.
Not even the talented students from Norton University were spared.
Ying Zijin sat back down and took her phone.
Since there was no one in the live stream, she was just writing.
Her handwriting was also quite beautiful, dynamic and forceful, like iron strokes with silver hooks.
Xiu Yu ca back to her senses, “I sent you a hundred Rockets, which will trigger a teor shower on the screen, and everyone can see it. Don’t be discouraged, Daddy Ying, soone will definitely watch a physics live stream.”
“I’ll pay you back later.”
“No need to be polite; I have too much money and can’t spend it all.”
Ying Zijin, feeling extrely poor for the second ti: “…”
She sighed, rubbed her head, and turned her attention back to the phone.
Because Xiu Yu generously dropped a hundred thousand yuan, the popularity of the live stream skyrocketed.
But the newcors were all baffled.
They neither saw a face nor heard a voice, just a paper filled with writing.
[What is the host writing? I don’t understand it.]
[Can’t you see? This is a physics formula derived by Nyquist.]
[Ny… what?]
[Holy smokes, the host is aweso, never seen this formula used like this before.]
[Amazing, the host’s academic level must be better than my university tutor. I wonder which academic giant is behind this alt account?]
[Wait, the brother who just passed by, you all understand this?]
[I don’t understand it, but what does that have to do with the host having beautiful hands?]
Right after this ssage floated by, the comnter sent a hundred Rockets.
Xiu Yu: “???”
Is this how it works?
[Host, say sothing. How can there be a live stream without interaction? I don’t want to hear physics; I want to hear chemistry.]
Ying Zijin changed her position, took another piece of paper, and spoke, “Okay.”
[When I saw the host write down Boltzmann’s formula, I finally realized that the host might be an all-around science whiz.]
[Why can’t I tell if the host’s voice is male or female? But it sounds nice, though.]
Only then did Xiu Yu recall that the voice she had just heard was different from how Ying Zijin normally spoke, but she didn’t mind it.
She gave a thumbs up, “Daddy Ying, you’re truly impressive.”
If the Elite Class found out, they would probably regret it to death.
Just thinking about it felt great.
**
In the corridor.
Being shut out directly, He Xun hadn’t even recovered.
After a few seconds, his expression gradually cooled.
Teacher Deng had said that Ying Zijin had a boundless future ahead of her, but he didn’t see it; on the contrary, he felt she was beyond help.
“Teacher He.”
A voice sounded from behind.
He Xun turned around, his expression softening, “Classmate Zhong.”
He always treated students who were good at their studies generously.
“Teacher He, you don’t look very well.” Zhong Zhiwan glanced at the class number, hesitant, “Is it because of your cousin’s matter?”
He Xun frowned.
If Zhong Zhiwan hadn’t ntioned it, he would have almost forgotten the formula he had just seen.
Now that he thought about it, it was likely that Ying Zijin had just copied sothing from the internet to cover up the fact that she was playing with her phone.
She probably didn’t expect to copy a theorem that one would only encounter in university.
To draw a tiger only to end up with sothing resembling a dog.
“Teacher He, don’t take it to heart.” Zhong Zhiwan smiled faintly, “That’s just the way my cousin is, probably because she has been oppressed for too long, and recently she’s been a bit temperantal. We all just bear with it.”
Hearing this, He Xun’s frown deepened, his tone cold, “When you rely on others, you should be aware of your place.”
Zhong Zhiwan smiled again, not saying anything, as if agreeing by default.
**
The third day was Sunday, Class 19 had reserved a private room at King Clubhouse for a celebration, to sing and play cards.
Ying Zijin noticed they didn’t have the snacks she wanted and decided to go out and buy so.
Jiang Ran, who was nearby, gave a cough, feigning nonchalance, “I’ll go with you.”
This was perfect—he could challenge her to another fight, and this ti he absolutely wouldn’t hold back.
He refused to believe he really couldn’t beat a girl.
Ying Zijin glanced at him and said nothing.
Xiu Yu looked at Jiang Ran following the girl out and wondered, “Has this guy really succumbed to the pressure from Daddy Ying?”
The others were just as confused but could only hand Xiu Yu a microphone, “Sister Yu, sing.”
Jiang Ran certainly hadn’t succumbed. He’d just gone out and after not holding back for long, directly said, “Hey, transfer student, what have you practiced? Muay Thai? Judo?”
Ying Zijin ignored him, looking at the list of snacks on her phone.
“How about this, you fight with again,” Jiang Ran clicked his tongue, “and then I’ll give you an entire supermarket, how about that?”
Finally, Ying Zijin looked at him, “You’re really annoying.”
“…So what will it take for you to fight ?” Jiang Ran asked, losing his temper for the first ti because of his competitive nature, “As long as I can manage it.”
Ying Zijin continued to seriously check her phone, casually replying to a WeChat ssage from Fu Yunshen.
And so Jiang Ran just watched her.
The two stood there, facing off against each other.
Across the road, Jiang Moyuan, who had just co out of a hotel, saw this scene.
Even his secretary was surprised, “Third Master, isn’t that Young Master Jiang Ran? Why is he with Second Miss Ying, and they seem very…”
He didn’t dare to say the word “intimate,” opting instead to leave things unsaid.
Jiang Moyuan’s expression changed sowhat, “Wait for here.”
Having said that, he strode over.
Jiang Ran didn’t know Jiang Moyuan was nearby. He spontaneously asked, “How about this, I’ll buy you ten cups of milk tea, okay?”
Without waiting for the girl to answer, he turned and walked into a nearby milk tea shop, his stride wild and unrestrained.
At that mont, Jiang Ran had just stepped away when Jiang Moyuan arrived shortly after.
His voice was as cold as ever, this ti with a hint of disgust.
“Ying Zijin, what are you making a fuss about now? Just because I don’t like you? So you choose to get involved with Jiang Ran?”
Ying Zijin slowly lifted her head.
eting her unmade-up face, Jiang Moyuan was montarily startled, then his tone turned even colder, “I’m telling you for the last ti, playing hard to get won’t work with . Stay away from Jiang Ran, he’s not soone you can covet.”
“I’m funding your education, not for you to do these things, and you still haven’t apologized to Luwei.”
Ying Zijin still didn’t speak, her gaze not even fluctuating for this.
This kind of disregard took Jiang Moyuan by surprise, his heart inexplicably stalling.
But he couldn’t speak again.
Because after looking at him for three seconds, the girl raised her hand and slowly poured her unfinished cola over him.
The action was slow but carried a chill of ruthlessness.
In less than a second, a custom suit worth 300,000 was ruined.
Jiang Ran had just co out when he saw the situation, dumbfounded.
But it didn’t end there.
He saw their class’s newly beloved class pet take out a bank card from her pocket and fling it directly in Jiang Moyuan’s face.
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