Rebirth of a Top Student's Handbook

When Teacher Gong arrived for class, she found that not only was the classroom overcrowded, but the corridor was also full of people.

Gong Yu frowned; he hadn't expected this to happen either. The academic affairs office usually allocates classrooms based on the number of new students when scheduling classes.

The number of students who failed in the previous year is rarely counted, mainly because students from the previous year rarely attend classes.

Although they paid the fees for retaking the courses, most students simply studied on their own and then took the freshman final exams. As long as they passed the make-up exams, it was fine.

Therefore, the academic affairs office never considers them when scheduling classes. They will neither arrange large classrooms because there are many students from the previous year who need to retake exams, nor will they schedule the next year's students' schedules based on those students' schedules.

Therefore, some of the students from other grades who are now in the classroom must have skipped their current courses to retake them.

There may also be many people who didn't come because of scheduling conflicts with the new classes. If we calculate it this way, how many people were actually failed by Teacher Gong last year?

This is why Zhang Kun rushed to the classroom as soon as he received Zhou Min's message.

Although he was quite confident in himself, who wouldn't be confident if they could get into the Capital University or the Turing Class?

Now he's failed his course and has to retake it with the lower-grade students, and he didn't even get a seat!

After Gong Yu finished making the phone call with the academic affairs office, she went to the podium and told the students that the class would be moved to classroom 107.

Compared to their small classroom that could only accommodate 70 people, classroom 107 has 300 seats and can easily fit all of them.

Zhou Min, who was secretly delighted to have snagged a seat, watched helplessly as those without seats rushed forward.

Zhou Min, who wanted to grab a seat but was restricted by being seated in a corner, could only take out her phone and send a message to Zhang Kun, who was running ahead of her: "[Save me a seat]"

Zhou Min only hoped that Zhang Kun would see this message in time.

Because of her seat in the corner, Zhou Min could only leave after the people next to her left. As a result, she was among the last group of people to arrive at classroom 107.

Fortunately, Zhang Kun was helpful; he not only saved her a seat, but it was also a seat in the first row.

This was the first time Zhou Min had been so close to the blackboard since starting university, and she almost burst into tears of joy.

As soon as Zhou Min sat down, Zhang Kun came over to boast: "How about that? I'm amazing, right! Let me tell you, I only took 3 minutes to run 1000 meters in the physical fitness test last semester. You didn't believe me, but now you do, right?"

Zhou Min truly believed it; she had already believed it when she saw him run away like a shot from the classroom.

"Do you have any food in your bag? I didn't eat breakfast..." Zhang Kun's voice grew softer and softer until it disappeared completely.

Zhou Min looked up and saw that Teacher Gong was coldly watching them from the podium!

Zhou Min felt a little guilty under their gaze and quickly lowered her head to focus on her book.

Seeing that the students were almost all seated, Gong Yu began the lesson.

Zhou Min only learned today why the school only allowed Teacher Gong to teach the Turing Class. His thinking was really too unconventional; students in regular classes probably couldn't keep up with his pace at all.

Although Professor Gong taught them a course last semester, it was an introductory course to the major, which, strictly speaking, could only be considered a preface to the major.

It simply tells everyone what computer science is about and what you do. Although Professor Gong went into some depth, the curriculum is still there, and Professor Gong couldn't really stray too far from it.

But this class is different; it's a specialized course on parallel computing.

Parallel computing primarily uses multiple computing resources to solve a computational problem. Its advantages include increased processing speed, reduced computational costs, and more efficient modeling of complex phenomena.

However, parallel computing requires students to reasonably divide the problem into several executable discrete segments, and then combine these discrete segments to obtain the final computation result in the shortest possible time.

This calculation method requires a relatively high level of ability from students, and even someone like Zhou Min, who had read the book in advance, was still confused by it.

Fortunately, the 45-minute class finally ended, and Teacher Gong went out to answer a phone call. Zhou Min quickly seized the break time to review what she hadn't understood in class, so as not to miss even more parts in the next class.

But just as Zhou Min was reading her book with great enthusiasm, Zhang Kun leaned over again.

"Zhou Min, do you have any food in your backpack?"

Zhou Min simply threw her schoolbag to him and told him to carry it himself. To secure a seat, Zhou Min often skipped breakfast, so she always packed bread, biscuits, and milk in her schoolbag to eat during breaks.

Zhang Kun had freeloaded a few times, and later he liked to come to Zhou Min for food whenever he was hungry.

While eating his bread, Zhang Kun noticed that Zhou Min was still struggling to figure out a decomposition reasoning process, so he went over to explain it to her.

Unfortunately, before he could even speak, Zhou Min glared at him, and he could only sheepishly shrink back.

Zhang Kun ate his bread, feeling wronged. Others wanted him to explain problems to them, but he refused. Yet Zhou Min didn't appreciate it.

Then he suddenly remembered something else, and despite Zhou Min's glare, he leaned over and asked, "By the way, how did you know that Professor Gong would ask me about the grammar of that paper?"

He stayed up all night last night writing a lengthy book review and sent it to Teacher Gong, only to receive a reply that asked only about grammar.

Zhang Kun felt like he'd been cheated on by his girlfriend, treated like an emotionless vetting machine.

It has to be said that he really wanted to.

Zhou Min glanced at him and said, "Because I translated that document!"

"Cough cough cough..." Zhang Kun choked on Zhou Min's words.

Seeing Zhang Kun coughing so badly, Zhou Min kindly patted his back a few times.

Zhang Kun coughed for a while before finally catching his breath. With a stiff face, he looked at Zhou Min and asked, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"That's what I was going to say! Didn't you call me crazy?"

"It's over."

Seeing Zhang Kun's dejected expression, Zhou Min wanted to ask what had happened, but the bell rang again for class.

Zhou Min quickly shut her mouth as she watched Teacher Gong walk into the classroom.

It wasn't until both classes were over that Zhou Min had a chance to ask Zhang Kun what had happened.

Zhang Kun didn't say anything, but he forwarded the email he sent to Teacher Gong to Zhou Min. Zhou Min was shocked when she opened the email.

The email was filled with ornate language and overflowing emotion, praising the grammar of the document as if it were from another world, making even Zhou Min, the translator, blush.

Zhou Min looked at Zhang Kun with an incredulous expression. He truly had no idea that Zhang Kun was such a sycophantic person in private. This email was simply too much for the upright Zhou Min to bear to look at.

Zhang Kun was a little embarrassed and said with a slightly flushed face, "I didn't know you translated this document. Professor Gong asked me about grammar, so shouldn't I praise it a bit more?"

"Is this a compliment? It's practically licking my boots! I can't stand it anymore."

"Ahem, you have no idea how much benefit there is in currying favor with Professor Gong! Yang Zixuan, you know, right? He's already joined Professor Gong's research team!"

Zhou Min stared wide-eyed in shock: "When did this happen? How come I didn't know?"

Yang Zixuan was a math genius that Zhou Min met during a math competition in high school. The two later represented the country in the International Mathematical Olympiad and won a gold medal.

Although he received the same awards as Zhou Min, Yang Zixuan was a true genius—the kind of genius whose achievements were limited by the total score on the exam.

"What happened during winter break? Yang Zixuan spent the entire Chinese New Year at school this year!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Kun's eyes turned red with envy. He never thought he was any worse than Yang Zixuan, but Teacher Gong actually kept Yang Zixuan on duty during the winter break instead of him.

This made him very resentful, so after receiving the assignment from Teacher Gong after the start of the semester, he worked very hard to perform.

As it turned out, Teacher Gong only treated him as a proofreader, while the grammar he praised so highly was actually translated by Zhou Min.

At that moment, he felt like an idiot, no wonder Teacher Gong didn't choose him.