Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

Jiang Xiaowen turned around on his bike and stopped beside Jiang Yan, propping himself up with one foot and waving at her:

"Come over here."

Jiang Yan walked over in confusion. Jiang Xiaowen rubbed her head, then brushed away the sweaty hair on her temples and said,

"Study hard in school. Don't get complacent just because you have good grades. If you're being bullied, tell your teacher and us too. Got it?"

Jiang Yan nodded.

Lu Qinghuan, who was sitting on the back of the bicycle, followed Jiang Xiaowen's example and smiled as he came over and rubbed Jiang Yan's head.

She was shorter than Jiang Yan, and even shorter when she sat on the bicycle. Jiang Yan, standing on the side of the street, lowered his head to follow her movements.

Like a well-behaved little kitten at home, Lu Qinghuan smiled secretly in his heart.

"Third sister!! Wait for me tomorrow morning——"

After Jiang Xiaowen told Si Cizhan not to let Jiang Yan fall, he rode away on his bike. Lu Qinghuan was still waving and shouting at Jiang Yan from the back seat.

The voice trailed off with its last syllable, and gradually faded away along with their figures.

Jiang Yan watched them disappear in the crowd of bicycles going home from get off work on the street.

Si Ci Zhan didn't say anything, but pushed the cart to the road silently, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers in her ear.

Jiang Yan looked at him.

The sunlight only fell on the right shoulder of his white shirt and half of his face, and the light and shadow carved him into the street painting.

"Now that you're in the car, do you want to sit in the front or the back?" He held the front of the car with one hand, leaving space on the front bumper and the back seat empty.

In fact, the front was not originally intended for people to sit on, but because it was sturdy enough, people often sat on the front bumper.

The road is too long so it is more comfortable to sit in the back seat.

Si Ci Zhan was just thinking about Jiang Yan's way of hugging people, which always made him feel unnatural. He asked this question deliberately because he wanted Jiang Yan to sit in the front.

Jiang Yan didn't even glance at the front bumper. A horizontal bar certainly wasn't as comfortable as a back seat.

The back seat of the bicycle is not soft, but today Jiang Xiaowen tied a cushion on it.

Fine.

Si Ci Zhan was helpless. His bicycle sank and a pair of hands immediately grabbed his waist.

As soon as she hugged his waist, his body subconsciously tensed up, and the soft flesh on the inside of his thin arms was squeezed through a thin layer of shirt and lower abdominal muscles.

Si Ci Zhan was wondering how these hands had defeated Fang Xiongwei.

"Hold on tight." Si Cizhan reminded her as he stepped on the pedal.

Jiang Yan naturally didn't want to fall off the bicycle, so she clenched her hands tighter.

Si Cizhan took a deep breath and whispered:

"I won't drop you. Don't hold me so tightly. Relax a little. It's hard for me to ride the bike if you hold me too tightly."

Jiang Yan obediently relaxed a little.

A young man in a white shirt rode a bicycle, with a girl in a light blue skirt on the back seat, and joined the group of bicycles leaving get off work.

Lu Qinghuan had enthusiastically braided two pigtails into Jiang Yan's silky long hair that morning. Now it was a little loose, with strands of hair fluttering in the wind, and her expression was calm.

His eyes scanned every scene on the street, and also passed by the fellow cyclists.

She looks indifferent and gentle, which catches the eyes of many unmarried young men.

If she hadn't been sitting in the back seat of someone else's car, they would have wanted to catch up and have a few words with her.

I have never heard of such beautiful lesbians in Liuzhou before. Logically, she should live nearby, right?

Si Ci Zhan was also a man of few words, just like Jiang Yan.

When two people get together, they should talk less and basically have no communication.

But after riding for a while, Si Ci Zhan wanted to chat with the person behind him.

Talking to Jiang Yan is different from talking to ordinary people. What you say may be ignored by her.

Or if she judges that there is no need to answer, she will ignore it.

After the relationship becomes familiar, she will react a little more to acquaintances, but generally not too much.

She spoke little as always, nodding and staring silently were her usual routines.

Someone as quiet as her can arouse the desire to chat with those who like to sit with her with just a look or a gesture.

Just like Lu Qinghuan, if Jiang Yan had nothing to do and looked at Lu Qinghuan, Lu Qinghuan would definitely chatter endlessly with her, even for a whole day and night without stopping.

Si Ci Zhan has also felt that feeling. When she looks at you, her focused gaze is obviously calm, but when you look into her eyes, you can't help but want to say something.

Maybe it will get more attention.

But now she just nodded or looked at him silently, and she couldn't see Si Ci Zhan riding a bike in front of her. Their interaction was very monotonous.

You have to find a topic that interests her.

Si Ci Zhan rode his bike very steadily, his expression remained cold and unchanged.

The black eyes, drenched in coldness, looked straight ahead.

"Why does -12 represent crying?"

Si Ci Zhan's voice was just like his appearance in front of others, with a chilly tone, floating in the sunset glow with the evening breeze.

Jiang Yan naturally ignored his question.

These are just her own rules, and to those who don't have Asperger's, her rules are ridiculous and meaningless.

It's no different from child's play and seems ridiculous.

Emotional judgment is something that ordinary people can do easily, just as it is as simple as making some technological innovations in this era.

But for her, it is an unbridgeable gap, just as people without qualifications in this era cannot conduct research and innovation.

Everyone's world has its own cliff that cannot be jumped over.

Jiang Yan would not discuss this with others.

Si Ci Zhan guessed that she would not answer, this was a proven fact.

But he still wanted to ask. In addition to competing with Jiang Yan, Si Cizhan also hoped that Jiang Yan would take the initiative to explain to him one day - how did she divide and define the rules of the world.

This expectation might have some special meaning, but he was not sure.

"When did you learn to repair tape recorders?"

Si Cizhan was 90% sure that Jiang Yan would answer this question.

The last time Jiang Yan smiled was because Jiang Xiaowen did not interfere with her drawing the radio analysis diagram.

During the summer vacation, when Jiang Yan and Lu Qingzhou talked about the knowledge in the books, discussed difficult problems and some mathematical theorems, she said a lot.

Through some other observations, Si Ci Zhan had a certain understanding of Jiang Yan's personality.

We can summarize it this way: do practical things.

When talking about things that she cares about, is concerned about, and is interested in at the moment, Jiang Yan will definitely react.

Sure enough, Jiang Yan heard him asking about the tape recorder and said:

"Are you talking about the noodle shop owner's tape recorder?"

"Yes." Si Cizhan's cold face showed a faint smile, "You dismantled the boss's tape recorder?"

"I took it down." Jiang Yan, who was sitting in the back, replied calmly, "It broke, so I fixed it."

She was stating the facts, but Si Ci Zhan was extremely surprised.

“If you tear it down, you’ll know how to repair it?”

Where did she get such talent and ability?

Does it really prove what Jiang Xiaowen said before, "genius disease"?

That's really true.

Even without mentioning the matter of repairing the tape recorder, the analytical diagrams she drew combined with her talent in science and engineering.

Jiang Yan is also talented enough.

"Yeah. It's a very simple structure, nothing difficult."

Si Ci Zhan didn't know how to refute her words. He felt amazed and surprised, as well as a sense of pride and hidden admiration that he himself didn't even realize.

"So amazing?" He actually smiled a bit, his cold eyes, like frost and snow, soft in the rosy glow. "You also dismantled the radio and fan. If they break, can you fix them?"

Jiang Yan nodded: "Yes."