Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

Perhaps it was because the culture of this parallel world was almost identical to that of her original country, the content and terms of this document were quite similar to the personal agreement for researchers in her original country, Xiazhou.

Jiang Yan felt a sense of familiarity.

Because her identity is unknown, there is no official contract for the time being. There are only a few regulations in this regard, that is, after she is willing to reveal her identity, the contract must be signed as soon as possible.

She had no problem with that.

After reading the document, Jiang Yan opened the book from the Wenqu Research Institute and took a look at it. It was a collection of questions.

The first ten pages are filled with questions from researchers at the Wenqu Research Institute, and the names of the people who asked the questions are also signed.

Apart from these ten pages, the rest are blank, probably for her to answer questions.

Jiang Yan picked up the pen and started writing.

It was late at night, and Song Yuwei felt it was time to call Jiang Yan to bed. She turned off the radio and got up to go to the door of Jiang Yan's room. She saw a girl in a coat sitting upright at the desk. A desk lamp was shining on the table. The sleeve on her right side swayed gently as she wrote, and a high ponytail as silky as black silk fell behind her.

The four words "studying at a desk" took on a concrete meaning for the first time.

She woke Jiang Yan up to take a shower and wash up. After nearly an hour, she watched Jiang Yan go to bed:

"You have school tomorrow, so get some sleep. You probably haven't finished your homework yet, so don't stay up late to read any extracurricular books."

After giving these instructions, Song Yuwei turned off the lights, closed the door, and prepared to rest and go to sleep.

I sorted things out today and calmed down for a day. Tomorrow I should find time to call Si Xiao and tell him about her plans.

Jiang Yan lay in bed for about half an hour, then stood up, put on her coat, sat down at the table, turned on the desk lamp, took out the notebook from the drawer, and continued answering.

Answering these questions was simple, but she had to carefully consider her answers to avoid writing anything that she couldn't write yet.

We must first limit the answer to the current knowledge framework of this era. It is okay to go beyond it. The research results and technical achievements she provided are already beyond the current level.

But there can't be too much beyond that, otherwise it will not only fail to answer the questions, but will also make people more confused.

There were a lot of questions on the ten pages. Ever since Jiang Yan taught Lu Qinghuan, she had gotten used to writing the answers and analyses more carefully. Moreover, these research-related questions could not be solved by simply writing a calculation process, nor could they be answered by just writing down some theorems. Most of them still required her to conduct argumentation and experimental design.

The answers were long to begin with, and they were written in more detail than her usual style. The blank pages left in this notebook were not enough, so Jiang Yan took out a notebook she bought from a bookstore to continue writing.

Perhaps because the troubles in her heart were gone, Song Yuwei slept very soundly tonight. In addition, Jiang Yan had not secretly gotten up to study since she went to Xu Weiran's house to do homework. Song Yuwei was unable to wake up in the middle of the night to see if Jiang Yan was asleep.

So when it was almost dawn, she got up and prepared to make breakfast for Jiang Yan. She saw the light coming from the crack of Jiang Yan's door and immediately became suspicious. She walked over and opened the door to take a look.

Sure enough, Jiang Yan was awake.

But it was common for her to wake up early. Song Yuwei didn't know whether she was asleep or not, so she asked:

"You're up so early? You must be cold with only a coat on. Come, change your clothes first."

Then he walked in.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Yan put down her pen, put the notebook into the drawer, and went to change clothes.

She had fair skin and had stayed up all night with a lamp on. Her dark circles were very obvious. Song Yuwei knew it at a glance and immediately frowned:

"Getting up in the middle of the night to study secretly again?"

"You have good grades, so why not bring your favorite extracurricular books to school? You can't stay up late all the time and take advantage of your youth to torture yourself."

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, but just obediently followed her movements to change clothes. After she finished changing, Song Yuwei's face looked better.

"It's still early for class. Take a nap. I'll go cook and call you when it's ready."

"No need." Jiang Yan shook her head.

Song Yuwei couldn't do anything about her and went to the kitchen. "With your temper, I don't know who can control you."

**

Jiang Yan asked for leave.

As soon as the first class started, Jiang Yan went to the office and asked for leave from her homeroom teacher Zhou Qingshan.

Zhou Qingshan was silent for a moment, then prepared to write a note to her, but he couldn't help but say:

"If I don't grant you leave, will you skip classes again?"

Jiang Yan was very honest: "Yes."

Perhaps there is no student in the entire Xiaoyu City who can skip classes and leave school with such a clear conscience.

As he wrote, he asked Jiang Yan:

"When do you go back to school? In the afternoon?"

He thought Jiang Yan just didn't want to go to class in the morning. Maybe she had other things to do, or maybe she wanted to go out for a walk?

He is not worried about her studies and knows her personality, so this fake Zhou Qingshan really has to be criticized.

Jiang Yan nodded: "Afternoon."

After writing the note, Zhou Qingshan handed it to Jiang Yan and glanced at her hand.

"Are you going home or something? Don't start a fight again."

When it comes to studying, no student can be more reassuring than Jiang Yan, but when it comes to other things, he really is not at all reassured.

"Near home." Jiang Yan didn't lie.

Zhou Qingshan nodded, handed her the note, and then said worriedly:

"Your home is not far from the school. Please wait a moment. Your hands are not convenient for you. I will ask a classmate to take you back and tell your guardian at home that you want to take a leave."

This is because he is worried whether Jiang Yan is really going home.

Jiang Yan didn't comment, took the note and returned to the classroom, simply packing up her things.

The second and third classes happened to be his math classes, so Zhou Qingshan walked into the classroom after Jiang Yan and called on Xu Weiran, who was talking to Jiang Yan and helping her pack her books.

Xu Weiran, Xia Fei, and Liming all did very well in mathematics, and they had generally received full marks in science in the previous monthly exams. This improvement surprised all the teachers in the class.

Knowing that Jiang Yan usually helps them with their studies, it is reasonable for her to send her home now that she cares about her classmates.

Xu Weiran, who was talking to Jiang Yan, was about to ask Jiang Yan why she asked for leave, but was suddenly asked by Lao Zhou to take Jiang Yan home, so he nodded and prepared to ask on the way.

The students in the classroom watched Jiang Yan and Xu Weiran leave the classroom. Li Ming was sitting at the back door. When they reached the door, he asked:

"What's wrong? Is Jiang Yan sick?"

Xu Weiran shook his head:

"I don't know. She didn't say. I'll ask later."

Xia Fei went to visit another class and didn't know that Jiang Yan had asked for leave. When he returned to the classroom during class, he saw that the seat in front of him was empty. He realized something was wrong and hurriedly asked his deskmate.

My deskmate said, "Jiang Yan asked for leave because her hands are not working properly, so Xu Weiran will take her home."

Just like Li Ming, when Xia Fei heard Jiang Yan asked for leave, his first reaction was that Jiang Yan was sick. Since Jiang Yan had left and there was no way to ask in person, he could only subconsciously ask:

"Is Jiang Yan okay?"

"Are you okay?" My deskmate thought for a moment, "You look fine, just like before."

"Could it be that she heard someone in the class recommended her for the study committee position and didn't want to teach everyone, so she asked for leave? She can't just stop coming to class in the future."

"Maybe he just wants to go out of school and have some fun, just like he did before when he skipped classes and climbed over the wall. If my grades were that good, I'd climb over the wall too."

Xia Fei rolled his eyes at him and said, "Jiang Yan can carry a bicycle over the wall, can you?"

My deskmate shook his head in horror: "I can't. She just looks a little taller than the other girls, I didn't expect she was so strong."

"Jiang Yan can do push-ups with one hand even if his arm is broken." Xia Fei said. Although Jiang Yan was busy doing various experiments with them when they were studying ghosts, he would stand up and exercise from time to time.

So they saw Jiang Yan, who Qin Yuxin described as having super physical fitness and doing at least twenty push-ups every night.

No wonder he could shoot from so far before.

Xia Fei also likes playing basketball. Sometimes when he gets bored with the experiment, he will draw a picture of Jiang Yan shooting, and then do some calculations, trying to figure out what Jiang Yan was thinking in his mind at that time to ensure such an accurate hit rate.

Do you need to consider the height, distance, force, parabolic arc of the basketball, and gravity of the backboard?

How could she determine exactly how much force she should use to make the ball move successfully according to her calculations?

It took him time to draw it out on paper and think about the calculations, but Jiang Yan completed all the calculations the moment he got the ball.

So Xia Fei really had to admire her, and it was precisely because of this admiration that even if they didn't need to bribe Jiang Yan with snacks now, she would still teach them those difficult problems, and Xia Fei would still habitually bring her various snacks from home.

Anyway, there is no shortage of snacks at his house, and he likes to eat them, so he always keeps some on hand.

Xia Fei especially liked candy and biscuits, and these were the two most common things he brought to Jiang Yan.

He reached out and touched his pocket. He brought biscuits today, and he hadn't given them to Jiang Yan yet. If he had known earlier, he should have stopped Jiang Yan and given them to her directly after class, or not gone to other classes to play.

Lao Zhou had already started his lecture at the podium. Xia Fei stopped chatting with his deskmate, opened his book and started listening to the lecture.

He didn't do any preparation and only knew what he was going to learn today when the class started.

However, because he and Jiang Yan had learned more advanced knowledge together, Xia Fei knew after listening for a while that what Lao Zhou was talking about today was something he knew.

Xia Fei finished the homework in the book, then took out the two notebooks he usually used to record experiments and do calculations.

The new experiment has not yet begun, so he is looking through the old data trying to discover something new.

Or do some other calculations, the most important thing, of course, is that he wants to get more inspiration from these experiments.

——Design the talisman-drawing machine that he had once told Jiang Yan about.

Now that the experiment is done, we are waiting for Jiang Yan and Lu Ze to complete the device. They are really free now.

Xia Fei felt quite regretful that he could not participate in the production of the device. If it really succeeded, he wondered if he could use spatial force to make this small talisman-drawing machine in the future?

If you think about it this way, the future seems pretty bright. Wouldn’t it be possible to use spatial force to repair home appliances?

Xia Fei's thoughts gradually flew far away, and he couldn't help but look forward to the grand future. He always felt that there was still an extremely vast world waiting for them to explore.

-

After sending Jiang Yan to her doorstep, Song Yuwei was not at home. Knowing that Aunt Song would spend time with neighbors during the day, Xu Weiran went downstairs and looked for her before he found her. Following Lao Zhou's instructions, he told her about Jiang Yan's request for leave.

Song Yuwei immediately returned from visiting someone's house and saw Jiang Yan sitting on the sofa at home. She asked nervously:

"Are you asking for leave suddenly because your hand is hurting?"

Jiang Yan shook her head: "I'm taking some time off to prepare a birthday present for my brother."

Song Yuwei immediately understood and was no longer worried. Instead, she was quite surprised and delighted:

"I didn't expect you would think of preparing a birthday present for Xiaowen? What are you planning to make? If your hand isn't healed, I could teach you how to knit a scarf. Your brother doesn't have a partner, and no one at home cares about him. It would be appropriate for you, his sister, to knit a scarf for him."