The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 93 The noble male god, he has been blackened [5]

Shen Lang shook his head, "I'm going to school."

"What's so good about going to a dog school?" Shen Yuanguang's face was very bad, "Father is not short of your little money."

With that said, the two of them had left the hospital and got into the car.

"I want to study hard."

"..." Shen Yuanguang almost couldn't hold back and took Shen Lang back to the hospital.

He slowly raised his brows, and said, "It's the same for studying at home. Dad will hire you the best teacher."

"I've already found it myself." Shen Lang looked at the flying scenery outside the window seriously, and said, holding his chin, "Students who are a class higher than me."

Although she hasn't agreed yet, she has plenty of ways to make him agree.

Threats and temptations are the best she can play.

Shen Yuanguang frowned, "That's the college entrance examination, won't it delay people's study?"

"Don't worry," Shen Fushui said lightly, "... ten of me, none of them can delay him."

Shen Yuanguang: "..."

It seemed that there was nothing wrong with his daughter, and she was still sober.

*
One, the library.

The girls' gazes were either concealed or blatantly fixed on the desolate and noble figure, and there was more or less admiration hidden in their eyes.

The young man ignored these gazes, as if he was used to it, his long crow-colored eyelashes drooped slightly, and his bony long fingers pinched the pen, writing something slowly.

A head suddenly leaned in front of him, and a soft and lazy voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "What are you writing?"

The faint aroma is enveloping.

"...Excuse me." He paused the tip of his pen, and moved a position without emotion.

Shen Fushui took the opportunity to sit down, looking at his notebook dimly.

The above is densely packed with obscure terminology formulas.

"Antimatter?" She didn't know what to think, and her smile was a little deep.

Shen Zhi glanced at her, picked up the pen again, and lightly bit a few words with his crimson thin lips, "We know each other well?"

"We'll be familiar with each other in the future," Shen Fushui was more shameless than he imagined, pointing to his note with a smile, and said, "I've encountered a problem, right?"

Shen Zhi paused slightly, and said: "...This has nothing to do with you."

"Really." Shen Fushui said lightly, with some regret, "At first I knew a little about this, and I wanted to kindly give you some pointers... But, forget it."

Shen Zhi raised his eyes, meaning unclear, "You understand this?"

"Isn't it more impolite for Student Shen to say that?" The green and immature beauty chuckled, "A relative happened to study this and often talked about it in front of me."

How could she not understand antimatter.

The main material of her space-time machine is antimatter. In order to refine antimatter, she almost blows up the black hole.

It can be said that in terms of antimatter research, she is at the ancestor level.

"How about... an exchange?"

She stared at him with a smile, calm and elegant, without the slightest bit of silliness before.

Now in this plane, there is very little understanding of antimatter. Even extracting a femtogram of antimatter would cost more than 70 billion U.S. dollars. Shen Zhineng is so interested in this completely new thing, which made her take a high look.

Shen Zhi naturally didn't believe it, pointed to a mind map and said, "Explain this?"

Shen Lang glanced and smiled, "Do I look stupid?"

His eyes darkened, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you know what an antiproton is?"

Shen Huoshui didn't answer him, but tapped his notes casually, "Then do you know what non-uniform light particles are?"

Shen Zhi frowned, "I've never heard of it."

Shen Lang lazily took out a lollipop, peeled the mouth open, and said lightly: "My relative said that this is a kind of microscopic particle that complements antimatter and is widely distributed...but few people pay attention to it."

Shen Zhi looked at the white lollipop stick that was moving close to the moist red lips, and looked away lightly, "Is he the founder of this theory?"

The girl thought about it seriously, and then nodded, "...that's it."

"Think about it? This deal...you are not losing money."

"I hope this is not a term you just made up." Shen Zhi pulled his thin lips, looked at her deeply, "deal."

"Is it so easy to agree?" Shen Fushui's eyes were slightly raised, and he stroked his hair lazily, "...It's incredible."

Shen Zhi ignored her cynicism, and said indifferently: "From now on, come to the library every morning at nine o'clock and bring your books."

"Are there any conditions, besides helping you with your research?"

"...Yes." The noble young man paused slightly, raised his eyelashes slightly, and looked at her fixedly, "I want to meet your relative."

"..." Being stared at for a moment, Shen Fushui's old face almost froze.

"Come on, got it," she stood up nonchalantly, "I have to ask him if he's free... I'll withdraw first, I almost forgot that I skipped class."

Shen Zhi squinted his eyes, and his clear and clean eyebrows flashed with unclear emotions.

Seeing the back of the girl limping away on crutches, he pondered, closed his notebook, and made a call.

"Dr. Ling."

*
【2022 Class, Class 8】

Shen Lang had no interest in this kind of childish textbook knowledge, so he took out a book and opened it, then covered his head to block the sun.

Although studying is terrible, the book as a carrier has a faint taste, gently scratching her nose under the lazy and warm sun, and she easily fell asleep with peace of mind.

As a result, her napping focus shifted from the desk to the hallway.

Leaning against the wall with a cane, she still slept gracefully and calmly, without being disturbed at all.

"Don't sleep, student Shen."

A soft voice sounded in front of her, as if afraid of disturbing the teachers and classmates in the classroom, it was deliberately lowered.

Shen Fushui raised her eyelids lazily, her eyes still a little sleepy, she straightened her crutches, and said casually, "...it's you again."

...Lin Baoer, why does this person linger?
Lin Baoer pursed her lips and said, "I'm here to help you check your grades in the midterm exams, and I happened to see you sleeping when you were punished..."

"It has something to do with you?" Shen Fushui said lightly, turned around and was about to leave.

"...Student Shen!" Lin Baoer hurriedly grabbed her, lowered her voice, and said, "Actually, I have something to do with you."

"It's something..." Shen Lang shook off her hand as if touching something dirty, and smiled loosely, "Say it here, okay?"

Lin Baoer pursed her lips, "If you open up about this kind of thing, it will be bad for your reputation."

Shen Lang raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, and sneered, "Fame...? Come on, tell me, I listen."

Lin Baoer said in a low voice: "Your father sent someone to trouble me, please, can you let him let me go...I have already apologized."

... full of farts.

If she hadn't told her father in advance, she would have been fooled by Lin Baoer's acting skills as she pinched the corner of her skirt with trembling fingers.

Shen Fushui looked at her with a half smile but not a smile.

　1-Antimatter: The existing amount is extremely rare, and it costs an average of 60 billion US dollars to extract one gram. It is powerful, difficult to extract, and scientific research has fallen into a huge bottleneck.

　　2- Femtogram: The smallest unit of mass.

　　3- Light particles with different speeds: I made it up.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)