True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

B=2W Baud

This is the formula for the maximum symbol transmission rate for an ideal low-pass channel.

If the major does not involve physics, let alone understand this formula, and even the Chinese terms of this formula cannot be understood.

It is definitely not a formula that a high school student can access.

He Xun was stunned for three seconds.

Until the girl who was looking at the phone slowly raised her head.

Her pupils were bright and her eyebrows were light.

The sloping sunlight added a little coolness to the girl's facial contours, as if the clouds melted the snow, and the ice was engrossing.

He Xun met this gaze, and was stunned for a second.

Ying Zijin handed the phone to Xiu Yu and got up: Wait for me.

Xiu Yu was recharging when he heard the words and looked up: What?

She looked over for unknown reasons and saw He Xun standing by the back door.

Xiu Yu was still thinking about why He Xun was standing there motionless, when he saw the girl closed the back door directly, and took out a piece of white paper and stuck it on the back door window.

He Xun didn't even show his face.

Xiu Yu: ...

Yes, as far as arrogance is concerned, she only obeys Father Ying.

Norton's top students don't give face either.

Ying Zijin sat down again and took the phone.

Because there is no one in the live broadcast room, she is just writing.

Her handwriting is also very good-looking, with flying dragons and phoenixes, iron paintings and silver hooks.

Xiu Yu returned to his senses: I gave you a hundred rockets, which will trigger a meteor on the screen, and users can see it. Father Ying, don't be discouraged, some people will definitely watch the physics live broadcast.

Go back to you.

You're welcome, anyway, I have a lot of money, and I can't spend it all.

For the second time, Ying Zijin, who felt that he was extremely poor: ...

She sighed, rubbed her head, and returned her eyes to her phone.

Because Xiu Yu smashed 100,000 yuan into the sky, the popularity of the live broadcast room soared rapidly.

But the people who came in were stunned.

They didn't see a face, and they didn't hear a voice, so a piece of paper was covered with words.

[What the anchor wrote, I can't understand it. 】

[I can't see it, this is a physical formula derived by Nyquist. 】

[Nai...what? 】

[Fuck, anchor 666, this is the first time I've seen this formula work like this. 】

[Absolutely, the anchor's education level must be better than my university tutor. I don't know which academic god's vest? 】

[No, the brothers who just passed by, can you all understand? 】

[I don't understand, but does this have anything to do with me thinking that the anchors are good-looking? 】

As soon as the barrage floated past, the person who sent the barrage smashed a hundred rockets.

Xiu Yu: ???

Does this work?

[The anchor said something, what if there is no communication in the live broadcast, I don’t want to listen to physics, I want to listen to chemistry. 】

Ying Zijin sat in a different position, took another piece of paper, and said, Yes.

[When I saw the anchor write the Bozeman formula, I finally understood that the anchor may be a science all-rounder. 】

[Why can't you hear the voice of the anchor, male or female, but it sounds pretty good. 】

Xiu Yu also remembered that the voice she heard just now was different from Ying Zijin's usual speech, but he didn't care.

She gave a thumbs up: Daddy Ying, you are really awesome.

If the elite class finds out, it is estimated that they will regret it to death.

It's cool to think about.

**

in the hallway.

Being locked out directly, He Xun didn't come back to his senses.

After a few seconds, his face gradually turned cold.

Teacher Deng also said that Ying Zijin's future is boundless, but he didn't see it, but felt that it was hopeless.

Mr. He.

There was a voice behind.

He Xun turned his head and his expression softened: Student Zhong.

For students who study well, he has always been lenient.

Mr. He, you look a little bad. Zhong Zhiwan looked at the class number and hesitated, Is it because of my cousin?

He Xun frowned.

Zhong Zhiwan didn't mention it, he almost forgot the formula he just saw.

Now that I think about it, it is estimated that Ying Zijin copied one from the Internet in order to cover up that he was playing with his mobile phone.

It is estimated that I did not expect to copy a theorem that can only be accessed by a university.

Drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog.

Mr. He, don't mind. Zhong Zhiwan smiled lightly, My cousin has this temperament. I guess she has been oppressed for too long. Recently, her temper has been a little big. We all take more care.

He Xun's brows furrowed even deeper when he heard this, and said coldly, If you rely on others, you must have the consciousness of relying on others.

Zhong Zhiwan smiled again, didn't say anything, just tacitly agreed.

**

The third day was Sunday. To celebrate, Class 19 set up a private room in the King clubhouse to sing and play cards.

Ying Zijin found that there were no snacks she wanted to eat, so she went out to buy them.

Jiang Ran, who was on the side, saw it, and coughed casually: I'll go with you.

It just so happened that he would fight her again, and this time he would never release water.

He didn't believe that he really couldn't beat a girl.

Ying Zijin glanced at him and said nothing.

Xiu Yu looked at Jiang Ran who was going out behind the girl, and asked curiously, Did this guy also succumb to the pressure of Ying's father?

The younger brothers were also at a loss, so they had to put a microphone on Xiu Yu: Sister Yu, sing.

Jiang Ran naturally wouldn't give in. As soon as he walked out, he didn't hold back for a long time and said directly: Hey, transfer student, what have you practiced? Muay Thai? Judo?

Ying Zijin ignored it and was looking at the snack list on the phone.

In this way, you can call me again. Jiang Ran snorted, How about I send you a supermarket?

Ying Zijin finally looked at him: You are so noisy.

...Then why are you willing to fight with me? Because of his competitive spirit, Jiang Ran lost his temper for the first time, As long as I can do it.

Ying Zijin still looked at her phone carefully, and replied to Fu Yunshen's WeChat by the way.

Jiang Ran looked at her like that.

The two faced off like that.

Across the street, Jiang Moyuan, who had just come out of the hotel, saw this scene.

The secretary on the side was also quite surprised: Third Master, isn't that Young Master Jiang Ran? How could he be with Second Miss Ying, so...

I didn't dare to say the word intimacy, so I clicked on it.

Jiang Moyuan's expression changed: Wait for me here.

After saying that, he walked over.

Jiang Ran didn't know that Jiang Mo was near here, so he simply said: So, I'll buy you ten cups of milk tea, okay?

Without waiting for the girl to answer, she turned around and walked into a milk tea shop next to her, walking wildly and unrestrainedly.

Here, Jiang Ran just left on the front foot, and Jiang Mo Yuan arrived on the back foot.

His voice was always indifferent, this time with a bit of disgust.

Ying Zijin, what are you making a fuss about? Just because I don't like you? So you chose to contact Jiang Ran?

Ying Zijin slowly raised his head.

Facing the girl's plain face, Jiang Moyuan was stunned for a moment, and then his tone became even colder: I'll tell you the last time, hard-to-get tricks are useless to me, stay away from Jiang Ran, he's not someone you can imagine.

I don't want you to do these things by subsidizing you to go to school, and you haven't apologized to Lu Wei yet.

Ying Zijin still didn't speak, and even his eyes didn't waver.

This kind of neglect made Jiang Moyuan a little worried, and his heart was inexplicably stagnant.

But he couldn't speak again.

Because the girl looked at him for three seconds, then raised her hand, and threw the unfinished Coke down at him.

The movement is slow, but there is a coldness.

But in one second, a custom suit worth 300,000 yuan was ruined.

As soon as Jiang Ran came out, he saw this situation and couldn't help being stunned.

But it's not over yet.

He saw their newly promoted group pet dad took out a bank card from his pocket and threw it directly on Jiang Moyuan's face.

I don't know why, but the chapter I posted yesterday is gone. . . I'm autistic too, and the weekend editor isn't around yet. . . Crazy, make up first, TvT is mad