24 012 High-Efficiency Study Method, Relocation of Residence Completed_1

A few digits were written casually.

They flowed from the hand as if in one breath, the strokes revealing a hidden sharpness.

Jiang Fulai stared at the characters for a moment before continuing to look at the data.

If the first three sets of data were chaotic, a pattern could be discerned starting from the fourth set.

Jiang Fulai immediately recognized it as data from vortex ring collisions.

He wasn't very interested in fluid dynamics, so he scanned the data quickly and then took out his phone to take a picture.

He sent it to someone.

Member of the Ma Institute: "I need to calculate 5,000 Gaussian Bose samples, I don't have time."

Member of the Ma Institute: "Of course, if you're willing to switch to quantum mechanics, I think I might find some time."

Clearly, the other party didn't look at the content carefully, the reply was quite heartless.

Jiang Fulai was not in a hurry.

Ten minutes later.

The phone rang.

Jiang Fulai's eyes were faint, he wore half-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, and there were no chairs for resting in the lab, nor was the experimental table suitable for sitting operations.

He leaned on the desk with one hand, while the other held a mouse, bending over to carefully plot the mass and interaction graph of WIMPs.

He didn't answer.

The phone stopped for a while, then ringed again quickly.

Jiang Fulai reached out, picked up the phone, and pressed the answer button.

"I had a feeling they were up to no good, entrusting the kid to you; you're barely self-sufficient, how are you going to care for Jiang He?" came the voice of the member of the Ma Institute, with his teammates discussing something in the background.

He was always direct with Jiang Fulai and, after a brief pause, suggested, "How about this, you hand Jiang He over to me, and I'll raise him on your behalf."

The member of the Ma Institute knew who was with Jiang Fulai.

So he guessed that the data came from Jiang He.

"It's a set of data Jiang He and his friend worked on; they are very sensitive to data," Jiang Fulai said with a slight droop in his phoenix eyes. His depth in fluid dynamics wasn't profound.

But a person's talent and spirit can't be hidden.

Therefore, he did not think Jiang He and Bai Lian had a superficial understanding of physics.

After all, even the mathematical genius Maxwell faced indifference when he shifted to physics, trying to study electricity and magnetism, and the physical giants of that era did not care about Maxwell either.

On the phone.

Jiangjing University.

The member of the Ma Institute hung up, holding onto the data and thinking about it as he left the office. While going downstairs, he instructed his assistant, "We're aiming to match the school in Xiangcheng this year, right? Help me look someone up."

The assistant noted it down in the schedule.

Almost everyone in the school knew the member of the Ma Institute. Upon seeing him leave the office, a boy passing by the lab building couldn't help his excitement and took a photo, then grabbing his friend's arm, unable to contain himself, "Shao Ke, that's the member of the Ma Institute! Did you see, did you see! My teacher once had the privilege of being in his team!"

**

Bai Lian had just gotten off the bus when she saw Mao Kun squatting at the bus stop waiting for her.

Upon seeing her, Mao Kun immediately stomped out his cigarette.

Then he picked up the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can.

"Sis," Mao Kun offered her an invitation with eager courtesy, "Sis, this is an invitation from the White Tiger Auction House."

"I'm not going."

"Godfather said it's yours once he gives it to you, you can sell it if you don't want it," Mao Kun scratched his head, "It's going for a good price on the black market right now."

"Then you help me put it up on the black market." Bai Lian reached out, took the red invitation with a white tiger printed on its cover, and casually put it into her backpack.

"Okay, Sis."

The two of them went to a convenience store one after another; Bai Lian grabbed a bottle of water, scanned the QR code to pay, and then went back.

Whereas Mao Kun, seeing that Bai Lian called the store owner uncle, caught on quickly, bought a pack of cigarettes, and also helped the owner move the piled goods back into the store.

Someone watching from the shadows took note with a solemn expression, marking the store owner's name with a star.

Bai Lian had a pleasant time reading and studying in the library with Jiang He on Saturday.

Sunday.

Jiang He sat listlessly alone on the carpet.

He fiddled with a Rubik's cube in his hands slowly.

Jiang Fulai came downstairs, fastening the buttons at his collar with one hand, holding his laptop in the other, and walked slowly over to Jiang He. Looking down, his posture was somewhat lazy, his voice, however, was calm, "Not changed clothes?"

Normally, Jiang He would have been heading to the library that day.

Jiang He ignored him.

Jiang Fulai finished buttoning up, placed his laptop on the table beside him, and asked calmly, "Do you know when my vortex ring machine might break down?"

"Sister Bai has gone to Beicheng to transfer her hukou," Jiang He looked up and spoke slowly.

Beicheng?

Jiang Fulai nodded.

He then reached out, took the Rubik's cube from Jiang He's hands, which was twisted halfway through difficulty, quickly solved it, and handed it back to Jiang He.

"So clumsy," he said politely, then put on his mask, picked up his laptop, and left.