The Road to Slaying God

There is still a distance between the Baijiayuan Hotel and the school. Although Zhang Yang already has fifty oceans borrowed by Liu Biao, it is impossible for him to use the money for meals. Zhang Yang walked for more than an hour. Although he was full after eating and drinking, Zhang Yang got up in less than three hours after sitting on the train for a few hours before getting up to do morning sex, and after returning from morning sex, he read a book for another day. Until now, he has not slept, although he is not Being cold and hungry is definitely not much better than that feeling.

Back in the dormitory, Zhang Yang fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the bed, and he didn't care about taking a shower anymore.

During this sleep, Zhang Yang didn't wake up until seven o'clock in the morning. If it wasn't for a pee, he wouldn't have woken up.

Even though it was only seven o'clock, the sky was already bright, Zhang Yang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep 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 on the bed.

In the next few days, Zhang Yang almost never left the dormitory, except for attending a few professional classes and buying some food occasionally. He was immersed in mathematics books every day and could not extricate himself. He has read it several times and still can't put it down. He never thought that the boring figures would be so interesting.

None of the roommates in the dormitory paid attention to him. The life of senior year was rich and colorful. In fact, in room 512, except for Zhang Yang, everyone already had girlfriends. Stay in the room and read a book.

It is worth mentioning here that Zhang Yang is an art department with a great degree of freedom. He usually just carries a drawing board to travel around the world, but Zhang Yang is not interested in this major.

Zhang Yang is now in a period of extreme excitement.

It was his first contact with mathematics, and it was the first time he was really interested in one thing.

A brand new door was opened for Zhang Yang, and at this time Zhang Yang had stepped in with one foot, the mystery of the world of mathematics had been opened for him, and this book by Xiao Yiran was like a stepping stone, this book was just right for Zhang Yang , Many simple theories and calculation methods have allowed some advanced knowledge in Zhang Yang to be mastered...

However, Xiao Yiran's book is already too horrible to look at. Zhang Yang has made some records on it. In fact, Zhang Yang occasionally feels scared when he is awake, and he will deliberately avoid leaving traces on the book. However, Zhang Yang Putting it in, his pen will naturally leave his own thoughts and handwriting on it.

Now Zhang Yang's 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 Ideas 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 abilities, everyone’s perception of knowledge is different. For example, some people like to draw and have a natural talent. points, but because the external environment did not allow, his talent was buried.

In the world, except for idiots, lunatics, and fools, in fact, everyone has the potential to excel in a certain field. Of course, the degree of IQ and hard work also determines the size of the achievement.

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

"No food to eat again?"

Zhang Yang squeezed the bread bag and then touched his stomach. The strong hunger made him unable to read the book anymore. The numbers and symbols on the book turned into roast ducks and chickens...

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

I can't delay any longer, I have to get my wallet back!

Zhang Yang rubbed his belly depressed and got up, washed his face, rinsed his mouth, and changed into clothes that felt like Zhang Yang. This person has a serious dual personality. Make it clean.

It was already afternoon, and there were not many people wandering around in the school, so they should all be in the classroom.

Zhang Yang was planning to pick up a meal at the old man's house first, but finally decided to get his wallet back. After all, a meal at the old man's place is just one meal, and the wallet must always be taken back. Moreover, 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 his head, remembering that the girl said that she was in the second grade Chinese department, so she should be in the third grade now.

After the matter was decided, Zhang Yang slipped to the Chinese Department without hesitation. He had stayed in this school for more than three years, so he was naturally familiar with it.

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 a class, and a professor wearing thick glasses was giving a lecture.

God help me too!

There was actually an empty seat beside the girl, Zhang Yang was overjoyed, and he didn't care about dozens of people watching, he slipped in while the professor turned around to write on the blackboard.

Although Zhang Yang was very afraid of Xiao Yiran, he was not afraid of his classmates who were a grade lower than him. After all, he was also a veteran in senior year, so it made no sense to be afraid of students who were a grade lower than them.

"There's someone here... ah..."

The girl turned her head to look, and immediately called out, attracting the eyes of the students who were paying attention to the class, and the girl blushed immediately.

Zhang Yang took out a book from under his buttocks with a face of embarrassment. He didn't see a book on the seat outside the window just now. Obviously, this girl was occupying a seat for others.

"Student, what do you think about 'Jingkang's shame, it's not yet snowed; when will the courtier's hatred, when will it end!'?" The old professor with a gray beard turned around and looked at Zhang Yang and said.

Immediately, the eyes of dozens of people in the classroom all looked at Zhang Yang. Many people showed a hint of ridicule in their eyes. Everyone here knew Zhang Yang, and some younger sisters even shot out angry eyes. Sparks, they're all victims of a flamboyant voyeuristic photoshoot.

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

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

"It's Yue Fei..." Zhang Yang finally realized.

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha……"

...

The classroom suddenly roared with laughter, and even the girl sitting next to Zhang Yang covered her mouth and blushed. The whole classroom could see that Zhang Yang was out of his mind and hadn't understood it at all. Of course, they also looked down on Zhang Yang. It is a joke for a student from the art department to take a Chinese class.

"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 most famous student in the school. Sex devil.

"That, that..."

Zhang Yang couldn't help being stunned, and lowered his head to look at the girl beside him for help. Seeing Zhang Yang looking at her, the girl blushed again, and pouted at the blackboard. 【I need your strong support】