Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

Jiang Yan and Song Yuwei had to rush to school before nine o'clock, as the court's hearing notice stated that the court would open at nine o'clock.

Lu Qinghuan also knew about this. Yesterday, he said that he would go directly to the school to wait for her, and also said that he would bring the whole family to cheer for Jiang Yan.

When Jiang Yan heard this, she was speechless for a moment. This time it was not that she had nothing to say, but she really didn't know what to say.

What is the new term for cheering in court?

In the end, she only said "OK" as a response to Lu Qinghuan's words - now Jiang Yan almost answered every question and every word from Lu Qinghuan.

Although most of the time he just said "hmm", as if telling Lu Qinghuan: I'm listening.

Lu Qinghuan seemed to see her speechless moment and ran away laughing.

After breakfast, Jiang Yan took out all the draft books and exercises that Xu Weiran, Xia Fei and Li Ming had done in the past few days.

Since they were not allowed to stay overnight yesterday, they were asked to bring over all the notebooks they had used these days. Although they were still very excited, Jiang Yan saw that they had dark circles under their eyes and asked them to rest.

In fact, she also felt a little tired. The physical condition of the ancients was naturally not as good as that of the interstellar era. Although this era was the Middle Ages, after the shortest post-ancient era, they would officially enter the pre-interstellar era.

The post-ancient era lasted only a short one hundred years, just one century, and from a chronological perspective it seemed like a by-product of the medieval era. However, in the interstellar space, no historian would mix the medieval era and the post-ancient era together.

Jiang Yan had a better understanding of post-ancient history. By the time science and technology reached that point, space had been largely explored, and many scientists viewed the solar system as a vast cage. At the end of the Middle Ages, for nearly two centuries, material science and technology had been in a state of semi-stagnation.

In the post-ancient era, the stars are shining and hundreds of ships are competing. With the long-dormant space science and the emerging physical science as sharp weapons, the shackles of the solar system are broken. The pace of human history has officially crossed the threshold of time and space and entered the pre-interstellar era.

Because the post-ancient era is so short, the medieval era and the pre-interstellar era are quite close.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yan did not travel through time to the end of the Middle Ages. Unfortunately, she traveled through time to the beginning of the Middle Ages.

Otherwise, she could directly find a way to enter the space research system and advance the progress of the interstellar era.

Song Yuwei was knitting a sweater while watching Jiang Yan busy at work.

She knew these three stacks of exercise books. Each stack was as high as her palm, no higher, no lower.

If they were all overlapped, it would be taller than her forearm.

Song Yuwei had been watching them do these questions and calculations these days, but she didn't realize they had written so much.

She still remembered that their notebooks were filled with writing on both sides, and some of the pages were even densely packed. The numbers made Song Yuwei dizzy.

When Jiang Yan asked the three people to put all the draft books together, Song Yuwei truly felt the five words: the depth of knowledge.

Yesterday, when Song Yuwei saw the three boys put down their homework books in front of Jiang Yan so obediently, and then looked at Jiang Yan with eager eyes, she suddenly felt an indescribable respect for them.

It is really admirable that he has such a spirit of dedication at such a young age.

There was nothing to say about Jiang Yan. Song Yuwei, Xia Fei and the other two had witnessed her abilities.

Seeing Jiang Yan flipping through the books quickly, Song Yuwei had no idea what she was doing. She only glanced at her occasionally, then continued knitting, checking the time from time to time, preparing to remind Jiang Yan to go to school at 8:30.

She went to school today to attend the court session as Jiang Yan's temporary guardian. Although Jiang Yan turned eighteen this year, she was still underage and was a minor. When the judicial officer came to deliver the court notice that day, he mentioned this matter.

Song Yuwei felt that her role as a temporary guardian was a bit too temporary, but she did not refuse. After the legal staff learned about her identity and specific situation in a businesslike manner, they registered her and said nothing more.

Logically speaking, the temporary guardian should be Jiang Xiaowen, but since she was entrusted by Jiang Xiaowen to take care of Jiang Yan, this arrangement is reasonable.

Jiang Yan was listening at the side at the time. Seeing that she had another temporary guardian, she still said nothing.

She originally thought that she was going to notify Zhao Fangfang, but since there was no need to notify her, it would just avoid causing any interference to Zhao Fangfang's career.

These judicial personnel seemed to be following the judicial procedures, but after they had carried out their operations, it seemed as if these procedures had not been followed at all.

This was Song Yuwei's first court experience. As time passed and it got closer to half past eight, Song Yuwei suddenly became nervous.

She glanced at Jiang Yan and saw that Jiang Yan was still doing her things in an orderly manner. She admired her in her heart, then put down the wool and knitting needles in her hands, got up to pack her things, and then looked at what clothes to wear when going out.

Jiang Yan looked through Xia Fei and the others' homework books, mainly to understand their personal styles in academics and calculations.

Although she would read it from time to time, most of the time they would come to her for help when they encountered difficulties. She would give them some guidance or write down her own methods, and then it would be the three of them's self-study time.

They have learned almost everything these days. Jiang Yan has been helping them with calculations in the math resource book that Si Cizhan gave her during the summer vacation.

They didn't know that when Jiang Yan was studying this mental power device with them, he combined the knowledge points and various calculations in the book and taught them.

Song Yuwei came out of the bedroom after changing her clothes. Seeing that Jiang Yan had also finished flipping through the three stacks of books, she took Jiang Yan's schoolbag and said,

"Yanyan, let's go to school."

"It seems to be a little colder today than usual. Do you want to put on another coat?"

Jiang Yan put down the pen and shook her head.

Song Yuwei raised her eyebrows slightly. It was really rare that Jiang Yan actually replied to her like this. If it were the first two days after she came, Jiang Yan would have ignored these words and walked out without paying any attention.

She thought about these days. She cooked for Jiang Yan every day, helped her wash, bathe and dress in the morning and evening, and even got up at night to watch over those top students who were secretly staying up late to study.

Although Jiang Yan didn't seem to react much, at least he paid more attention to her.

She nodded secretly, showing progress.

"Then don't take a coat. It's not convenient to put on a coat with your broken arm. It will be noon soon, and it won't be much colder. If it were in the coldest city, you would definitely need a coat. In the north, the temperature in the coldest city in October has already started to drop."

Jiang Yan sorted out Xia Fei and the others' notebooks with one hand, then followed Song Yuwei out the door.

She didn't have to walk, Song Yuwei took her to school on a bike, so the two of them went to the bicycle shed first. When the bicycle left the gate of the community and reached the street, Jiang Yan looked at the red flags fluttering on the street and was stunned for a moment.

Shops big and small tied national flags to bamboo poles or wooden sticks and then found ways to place them in front of their doors.

Even the sizes of the national flags are inconsistent, obviously determined by the store owners themselves. Some national flags are too big, and when hung down, they look like a piece of red silk decorated with stars, making the streets look particularly festive.

Almost everyone on the street had a smiling face, which was very different from what we usually saw. When passing by the noodle shop, the proprietress waved happily to Song Yuwei, so Song Yuwei stopped to chat with her.

"Send Jiang Yan to the school for the court session. Oh, if I didn't have to open the store, I would have gone. You must talk to me about it when you come back." Han Chunying was busy cooking noodles for the customers in the store while talking to Song Yuwei.

"I'm afraid that when I come back soon, there won't be enough room for me in your store because your business is so good." Today is National Day, a festive day for people all over the country. The streets are as lively as during the Spring Festival.

"Several families in our neighborhood have formed a lion dance team. They'll be performing on the street soon, right after the program scheduled by the government office. After court, you can see them as you walk toward the cinema. Don't forget to check it out. After the lion dance, you can have lunch nearby and then go see a movie. Today's shows are all great anti-Japanese war films."

As she spoke, she remembered something and continued, "There seems to be some performances by college students this afternoon. You guys left home too late. A lot of people left early this morning because Xiaoyu University had a flag-raising ceremony. I heard from people who came back that the school was packed with people, and the flag-raisers were all students. The red flag rose with the sun, and it was a beautiful sight."

When Han Chunying talked about this, her face was full of smiles, and she wished she could go and see it in person.

"A lot of people know about the court hearing at Liufeng No. 1 Middle School. You should hurry up and go, or you'll be crowded into the school."

Han Chunying glanced at Jiang Yan in the back seat as she spoke, remembering Jiang Yan's past behavior in her store, and then thought of the news she had heard in the past two days.

I just think Jiang Yan and her classmate who sued Rongwei together are really amazing. Jiang Yan skipped classes to fight and broke her hand, although it doesn't sound like something a good student would do.

But Han Chunying knew that Jiang Yan could even repair a tape recorder, and Lu Qinghuan also said that Jiang Yan's academic performance was excellent, so how could he not be a good student.

She is just a quiet person who likes to fight. Didn’t she beat up Lao Fang in the store that time?

Moreover, she could also see Jiang Yan's fighting style. Lao Fang had provoked Jiang Yan so much at that time, but Jiang Yan only took action at the last moment. It was obvious that this girl would not fight for no reason.

If she fights, it must be because there is a necessary reason that can only be resolved by violence.

Han Chunying likes her personality very much, because this way she won't be bullied.

Song Yuwei smiled and agreed: "Okay, this celebration is different from the one in the Forty-Nine City, so I have to go and see it. I'll take Jiang Yan to school first. Your business is booming, and I'll come back to take care of your business later."