A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

"Schopenhauer's father was a wealthy merchant. The reason he was pessimistic was because he had enough wealth to build the superstructure. When you have too much, you are afraid of losing it. When you are empty-handed, you are afraid of not being able to get it. So-called pessimism, in layman's terms, is just being idle. If a donkey eats a carrot, it will no longer want to circle the millstone. I think the carrot is the nothingness of wanting but not getting it... Schrödinger's carrot, because the donkey is blindfolded, it doesn't even know if there is a carrot. It is just relying on a little taste to keep walking around the millstone."

Please, I really can't make this up anymore, Professor Jiang, please don't ask anymore.

Shao Wanwan clasped her hands together and quietly bowed.

Schrödinger's carrot?

Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment proposed by physicists. How would Shao Wanwan know about it?

It wasn't that Jiang Zheyuan looked down on Shao Wanwan; it was just that the physics teachers at Daxing No. 1 Middle School would never teach these things.

Moreover, the ability to say it so readily in such a situation indicates that it has been internalized.

The key point is that the thought experiment "Schrödinger's cat" has long transcended the realm of physics and is often used in the realm of philosophy to express the uncertainty and unpredictability of a matter.

Shao Wanwan even used other subjects to perfectly address the topic.

Jiang Zheyuan's heart began to pound. He gently pressed his hand to his chest, feeling the long-lost rapid and intense beating. His ears were slightly warm. He thought to himself, "It must be a lucky coincidence."

Jiang Ranxin and Jiang Zheyuan are indeed mother and son; they think alike.

I think Shao Wanwan just got lucky and stumbled upon a perfect opportunity.

However, the teaching has a schedule, and Jiang Ranxin is not the kind of person who does things arbitrarily or in a wildly imaginative manner.

She glanced at her neatly prepared lesson plan and stopped herself from asking any more questions.

"This student's presentation was excellent. Please sit down. Now, let's begin today's lesson..."

Shao Wanwan let out a long sigh of relief after sitting down.

Her palms were sweating, so she quickly wiped them on her trouser legs.

Shao Wanwan was completely unaware that Jiang Zheyuan was thoughtfully observing her.

She glanced at the podium, then at Jiang Zheyuan.

Who cares! Anyway, I wasn't planning on leaving a good impression on Jiang Zheyuan, making money is more important.

Shao Wanwan quickly flipped open the red paper, then took out a black pen and began designing the poster to be used at 2 PM.

Jiang Zheyuan was relieved to see that she was still slacking off. If this person could do something serious, would she still be her? Everything that just happened was just a coincidence.

Jiang Zheyuan patted his chest, which had been beating poorly, and his heartbeat slowly returned to normal.

Shao Moli also attended this philosophy class.

She was three rows in front of Shao Wanwan.

She glanced at Jiang Zheyuan sitting next to Shao Wanwan, then turned back and bolded the six characters "Schopenhauer and Schrödinger" written on the draft paper again.

Shao Moli felt incredibly heartbroken.

If it weren't for this philosophy class, she would never have heard of Schopenhauer.

If it weren't for Shao Wanwan, she would never have heard of Schrödinger.

When did I become inferior to her?

Clearly, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have applied to this school, and I wouldn't be sitting in the same classroom as her. So why... do I feel a sense of powerlessness, as if I'm being left far behind by her?

There must be a lot more educational resources in Daxing City. No matter how hard you try in the countryside, you can't start from the same point.

This gap was heartbreaking for Shao Moli, who secretly vowed to catch up as soon as possible.

Shao Wanwan had no idea that she would become famous overnight.

With her long, flowing hair and eloquent speech, she captivated young men and women.

She continued working on the poster.

The bell rang, and the posters were already finished. Remembering that she had made an appointment with Sister Zhao, Shao Wanwan rushed out as soon as get out of class ended.

In the corridor, Jiang Ranxin called out to her.

Shao Wanwan immediately stopped the car, turned around, and bowed, "Hello, Professor Jiang!"

Jiang Zheyuan caught up in a few steps and called out "Mom" in a low voice.

The students walked out of the classroom in groups. When they passed Professor Jiang, most of them would stop and greet him politely. After walking a few steps, they couldn't help but look back and talk among themselves.

Jiang Ranxin responded with a smile, then whispered, "Wanwan, let's have lunch together!"

Terrible things keep happening, one after another...

She disliked her future mother-in-law, who actually called her to dinner.

Logically speaking, I should absolutely not have refused.

But she had an appointment.

Thinking of Sister Zhao, Shao Wanwan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Professor Jiang, I'm not available at noon today... because I have an appointment with someone, and if I don't go, she'll overthink it... If you can wait for me, I can be back in about an hour."

The East Campus is far from the lecture hall. It would take her twenty minutes to cycle there and forty minutes to walk there. It would take her an hour to make a round trip, even if she rushed.

Jiang Ranxin frowned slightly. She had finally extended an olive branch to Shao Wanwan, but this was the result.

I never liked her in the first place.

If it weren't for her son, she wouldn't want to talk to Shao Wanwan at all.

Being rejected left Jiang Ranxin feeling embarrassed.

However, her long-standing principles of conduct prevented her from showing any sign of distress. She nodded gently and said, "You're busy, so let's make an appointment another time."

Then Jiang Ranxin turned to Jiang Zheyuan beside her and said, "Tell your Uncle Liu that I'll be there in a bit. I need to go back to my office now."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Shao Wanwan, what's keeping you so busy that you don't even have time to have a meal with your elders?" Jiang Zheyuan knew all too well how difficult it was to get his mother to take the initiative to speak up.

It would probably take a long time for my father to whisper sweet nothings in my ear before I could have this opportunity.

He was really angry.

Because he could clearly see that Shao Wanwan completely disregarded the marriage arranged by her parents, treating contracts and responsibilities as nothing, just like in her previous life...

Shao Wanwan turned her head to look at him.

“I really did have an appointment. I can’t stand Sister Zhao up just because I’m having dinner with the professor. I already said I could go take care of some business first and then come back. You disagreed, and I actively tried to resolve the issue. Now you’re saying I’m impolite? What, just because your family is powerful and influential, you think you’re right?”

Shao Wanwan finished speaking and ran away quickly.

Jiang Zheyuan watched Shao Wanwan's figure grow smaller and smaller as she walked away, his heart pounding with anger.

The words "just like in my previous life" filled Jiang Zheyuan with a sense of despair.

During this period, he dreamed of Uncle Shao every night, dreaming that Uncle Shao was pleading with him, begging him...

He really felt like he was suffocating.

I'm feeling unwell.

A clear voice came from behind, "Do you have time at noon? We should... rehearse."

Jiang Zheyuan turned his head and saw Shao Moli holding books, and for a moment he felt a sense of disconnect.

Having experienced a lifetime of trials, he did not lose his composure. After taking a step back, he put on a polite smile.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you in the multi-functional classroom at one o’clock. I’ll bring my violin.” Jiang Zheyuan said and turned to leave.

Shao Moli watched Jiang Zheyuan's retreating figure, feeling a sense of emptiness in her heart.

While she was lost in thought, a boy timidly walked over and handed her a pink envelope.

Just as Shao Moli was about to reject the love letter, the boy said rather embarrassedly, "Excuse me, I heard that you are Shao Wanwan's older sister. I am Gao Hebin from Class 3 of the Economics and Trade Department. Could you please pass this on to Shao Wanwan and tell her that I would like to get to know her, study together, and make progress together? I also really like Schopenhauer."

Shao Moli stared at the delicate pink envelope in his hand, and smiled as she read the words "For Shao Wanwan" written on it with trepidation. "Okay, I'll pass it on."

During rehearsal, she accidentally dropped the envelope out of her bag.

It floated right to Jiang Zheyuan's feet. Jiang Zheyuan politely squatted down to pick it up, and then he saw the letter. He didn't say anything and handed it to Shao Moli.

Shao Moli thought for a moment, then handed it back, "Give it to Shao Wanwan! I don't know how to give it to her, I'm not that close to her."

What Shao Moli said was indeed the truth.

She really couldn't bring herself to deliver a love letter to Shao Wanwan.

If she threw it away, it would make her look like a despicable person.

The decision should be made by Jiang Zheyuan; whether to give it or not is his business.

Jiang Zheyuan accepted the letter, nodded, and said, "Let's rehearse!"

Shao Moli glanced at his expression but didn't see anything in it, and was slightly disappointed. However, for the sake of her conduct grade, she forced herself to focus.