After exhausting myself to death

Jiang Li had just answered the phone, and before he could even say a few words, he heard Gu Wenjing on the other side yelling: "Why did it take you so long to answer? Old Jiang, are you too old to walk?"

"Old man Gu, if you stop talking nonsense, you, a busy man like you, can take the initiative to come to me. Isn't it a big deal?"

Jiang Li snorted, "If you say a few nice words, I'll be merciful and willing to help you."

Gu Wenjing has always been gentle and polite to outsiders and juniors. Only people who know him well know this man's violent temper.

Gu Wenjing yelled at him angrily: "You old man Jiang, you lied to me and you still want me to say good things to you? Go ahead and dream!"

"What did I lie to you about?" Jiang Li felt that he couldn't bear the blame.

Gu Wenjing said confidently: "Your student, Shen Minghuan, who is a teacher in Mutian Village, Tong County, I met him today."

"...You went to Mutian Village yourself?" Jiang Li frowned. Although he mentioned letting Gu Wenjing see Shen Minghuan, it was more of a joke. The road in the small mountain village was rugged and difficult. How could Gu Wenjing still be like this despite his age? Love to show off?

"That's not true. I met him in the Tong County Library. Hey, old man Jiang, you don't know that Tong County is remote, but this library is really well built and has a lot of books in it." Gu Wenjing praised .

Jiang Li frowned: "Ming Huan went to read a book? Yes, he has always been very studious. But you said I lied to you, does it have anything to do with Ming Huan?"

Gu Wenjing thought this man would have a guilty conscience, but Jiang Li's tone was filled with pure confusion, and he obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had said.

Gu Wenjing was helpless: "Old Jiang, your demands are too high, aren't you? Shen Minghuan doesn't have a strong foundation and unstable temperament like you said. I think he is obviously very good."

Hearing his colleague and friend praising his student and his favorite junior, Jiang Li's lips curled up unconsciously: "How can you say it is so exaggerated? Don't I understand my student? There are some clever things, but they still need to be honed more. , far from excellent.”

Both of them felt that what the other said was just for the occasion, just like an outsider coming to the house to praise the host's child. Jiang Li felt that Gu Wenjing was commercially flattering, and Gu Wenjing felt that Jiang Li was pretending to be modest.

Neither of them felt that the other party was telling the truth, so they missed the opportunity to discover the changes in Shen Minghuan.

Gu Wenjing said strangely: "But you are willing to give it up. The conditions in Tong County, let alone Mutian Village, are not as good as those in Kyoto. I heard that Shen Minghuan is in poor health. He has only been here for such a short time. Got sick a lot."

He recalled what he had seen in the library. Those students were at the age when they were naughty and mischievous. They were restrained for fear of Shen Minghuan being angry. This showed that the other student's health was not very good.

"Have you been sick many times?" Jiang Li was a little anxious: "Although Ming Huan has never suffered hardship since he was a child, he rarely gets sick. His health is not so bad when he is at home."

"Well, maybe it's just acclimatization. Young people nowadays are more pampered." Gu Wenjing originally wanted to laugh at Jiang Li for being so uncool, but he suddenly thought of Pei Shu, and felt that his performance really did not qualify him to laugh at others.

Saving others by himself, Gu Wenjing sighed, "Old Jiang, since you are so worried, just call him back. Oh, yes, by the way, ask him to bring his students with him, and I will pay for it!"

Gu Wenjing suddenly became excited.

How could Jiang Li be willing to let Shen Minghuan go to such a far and backward place? But he will grow old, and Shen Minghuan will always learn to grow up and go on an unknown journey on his own.

But Jiang Li felt distressed after all, otherwise he would not have let Shen Minghuan back so easily, and would have even written to him personally.

He thought worriedly, it's not okay to be in such poor health. No one can take care of this person for the rest of his life. How about letting Yiwen train Minghuan later?

Jiang Li smiled while thinking and replied to Gu Wenjing: "Are you praising your talents again? Who said you didn't want to accept students in the first place?"

After Pei Shu was restricted from returning to China, Gu Wenjing looked depressed for a long time and was not interested in anything except doing research.

"What you say is meant to break. Old Man Jiang, you haven't seen those children, otherwise you would be moved. They are so outstanding... so outstanding..."

Gu Wenjing finally found a satisfactory description: "It's a complete mess."

Jiang Li: "..."

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I seemed to be able to feel the excellence of the children.

"If you train him well, he may be as good as Pei Shu. Especially the kid called the squad leader, who is only about ten years old, can already calculate the gravitational acceleration of celestial satellites using the equations of the law of gravity." Gu Wenjing's voice was fierce. The ground is high, and you can imagine his excitement just by listening to his tone.

Shen Minghuan is a good teacher, but such a genius undoubtedly needs better guidance and training.

Gu Wenjing patted the table: "Old man Jiang, prepare a meeting gift for your nephew and me. I will definitely take them all back!"

*

The next day, Shen Minghuan sent the children to the library again. After giving some instructions, he disappeared again.

Although the students were curious about what he was going to do, they didn't ask. They had already learned two words, namely "people have many eyes," and "walls have ears."

Not long after, Gu Wenjing also came.

Gu Wenjing was just trying his luck, but unexpectedly he saw them in the library, and he was very happy. He knew that the children were opposed to going to Kyoto, so he just pretended that he had never said this.

Gu Wenjing also took out a book and read it. From time to time he got up and walked around, answering a few questions for the children in a low voice.

He explained things more clearly than Yun Gou'er, and the children gradually became more inclined to ask Gu Wenjing for advice when they encountered problems.

After all, they already knew that this person was a "teacher's teacher's friend", so they no longer had the vigilance of yesterday, and they all adopted an attitude towards Shen Minghuan, being obedient, polite and never tired of learning.

Gu Wenjing was even more excited and wished he could pack them up and take them with him to teach them 24 hours a day.

Yun Gou'er is also happy to be free, and he can save more time to study.

Moreover, before, he was the one who everyone in the class sought help from. When he encountered problems, he could only wait until evening to ask Shen Minghuan. Now with Gu Wenjing, his doubts could be answered immediately.

Gu Wenjing didn't ask where Shen Minghuan was, not because he was not curious, but as soon as Xu Yi mentioned the name, the students collectively stared at them with wary and suspicious eyes, and they had no choice but to stop.

——Although Shen Minghuan said it didn't matter yesterday, Zhou Dazhuang was still told by his parents when he went back, and all the children were also told about it.

Shen Minghuan sneezed and then boldly knocked on the door of the noodle shop with a "Closed" sign.

After he made a big fuss yesterday, Han Aimin didn't dare to let anyone follow him again, for fear that he would be caught in the pigtails and take the opportunity to steal money, so no one greeted him in advance today.

The door opened a crack, and Han Aiguo's head popped out: "I'm sorry, we're closed today... Ah, it's Mr. Shen, come in quickly, brother was talking about you just now."

"Really?" Shen Minghuan said movedly: "What is he talking about me about?"

Han Aiguo's face froze, he just didn't hear anything, turned his head and shouted inside: "Brother, Mr. Shen is here."

Han Aimin hurried over, his hair messy.

He vaguely heard the name of the devil in his sleep, and was suddenly awakened by fright. What was even more frightening was that when he woke up, he found that the devil was indeed here, and ran out without even putting on his shoes.

In ancient times, the Duke of Zhou vomited his blessings, but now there are spies from the country of M who come to greet him.

Shen Minghuan is very useful, but it does not prevent him from maintaining his personality.

"Oh no, sir." Shen Minghuan exaggeratedly covered his mouth and said in disgust, "How could you come out without washing your face? There is a big lump of eye guano in the corner of your eye."

Han Aimin's mental endurance has been greatly improved compared to before. He only paused for a second and then quickly said with a smile: "I'm sorry, my friend, I was too late last night for you and Professor Floss. I didn’t sleep long and came over immediately after hearing the news of your arrival.”

Invisibly betraying him, he expressed his devotion to him and condemned this man for disturbing his dreams.

Han Aimin felt that if Shen Minghuan still had some conscience, he should apologize guiltily and promise to talk nicely in the future.

As expected, Shen Minghuan showed a trace of panic on his face, and he cautiously said, "But sir, you are so stupid, so useless, and so ugly, how can you sleep at night?"

"..." Han Aimin faked a smile and wisely ignored the topic. He stepped forward and took Shen Minghuan inside in a friendly manner: "Shen, I didn't expect you to come today."

They had just met yesterday, and Han Aimin thought that because of Shen Minghuan's domineering nature, the next meeting would have to be delayed until ten days and a half.

"Please don't come close to my husband." Shen Minghuan avoided his hand and resisted: "I guess you haven't brushed your teeth yet. I'm afraid you have bad breath. Oh my God, that will get to me."

It wasn't until Shen Minghuan was one meter away from him that he felt relieved. The old god said: "I showed you the design drawing yesterday. The missile and protective cover have special requirements for materials. I'm afraid you made a mistake and wasted money. , I’ll explain it to you in detail today.”

The design drawings he gave seemed to be very detailed about the production of each component, but in fact they were of little use.

Just like making a cake, he wrote in detail how much water, milk, and sugar were needed, and the steps to put them in. He even drew a picture to tell them the shape of the cake, but he didn't tell them how to make it in the oven.

The most critical step is in Shen Minghuan's mind. It's just that someone needs to squeeze the milk and extract the sugar, but Shen Minghuan is too lazy to do these.

Han Aimin's face became more sarcastic towards Shen Minghuan, which made his fake smile become a little more sincere.

In fact, as soon as Shen Minghuan left yesterday, the headquarters in country M had almost prepared the materials, and Errol and others had even started studying it. If it would be wasted, it must have been wasted by now.

But Han Aimin did not doubt Shen Minghuan. How could this stupid Chinese guess that their great M would have such speed? I'm afraid he still felt that his reminder was timely.

"Thank you, my friend, M will remember everything you have done for us."

Han Aimin smiled: "But please wait a moment, I'll go wash up first."

*

"Sir, first of all, I hope the shell of the missile is T5 type molten steel. Oh, you probably don't know the T5 type yet? That's the name I chose myself. It's very simple. Just use ^qUx plus Jg$c, and then # Inject tY9 solution under X-Q conditions, and the last%#@* is enough.”

"I need the size of the parts to be accurate to nanometers. You know, scientific research must be rigorous, and then 9Y5)8\\ # ..." Shen Minghuan talked eloquently.

Han Aimin tried to remember it at first, but the more he listened, the paler his face became, until he couldn't help but yawn.

Han Aimin: "..."

Shen Minghuan stopped reciting the incantation. He looked at Han Aimin doubtfully and asked with curiosity: "Sir, why are you so unsmart and don't like to learn? Have you given up on yourself?"

Han Aimin felt that he could ignore Shen Minghuan's words more and more. He thought that if he had this ability, he would not have been so impulsive to contradict the instructor, and then he would not be sent to this damn China, and he would not have met this devil Shen Minghuan!

Sure enough, everything is retribution, fate is a reincarnation, and the suffering he suffers today is all the sins he committed in the past.

Han·Philosopher·Aimin forced a smile stiffly: "Shen, can you write this down?"

He has always been proud of his instant memory ability, but he never thought that he would encounter a major Waterloo.

"Of course not, sir, it is easy to make mistakes in understanding text, and I will explain it in person, and you can ask if you don't understand. Oh, cold paper is not as friendly as me." Shen Minghuan said seriously.

But damn, he doesn't understand anything! He is just a spy! Not doing scientific research!

Han Aimin was fidgeting, "Shen, I think I should go to the bathroom first."

Shen Minghuan looked at him with a hard-to-tell expression, and sighed sadly: "Although I know that all bad students use this excuse to skip class, but... okay, okay, go ahead."

Han Aimin stood up quickly, even accidentally knocking over the chair, but he didn't even bother to look back, and rushed straight into the more hidden inner room.

Without the usual caution, Han Aimin moved the equipment out roughly.

Admiral Rice was just guarding, and he picked up the communication: "Han..."

"Sir, don't talk first, listen to me." Han Aimin "boldly" interrupted Admiral Rice, closed his eyes and began to recite, fearing that he would forget it if he was a second late.

"Sir, first of all, I hope the shell of the missile is..."

Admiral Rice went from anger at the beginning to confusion and then to understanding in just three seconds. Perhaps he was infected by Han Aimin's attitude, and he also became anxious: "Wait, Han, don't say anything yet. Where is Mr. Errol? Please come over here!"

After a lot of chaos, Admiral Rice said to Han Aimin, who was extremely anxious: "Okay, Han, please repeat it."

Han Aimin was like an emotionless repeater: "Sir, first of all, missiles..."

"Wait a minute, what is T5 type molten steel?" Mr. Errol asked.

Han Aimin was a little upset, "I was just about to say it! I was just about to say it, sir, please don't interrupt me again."

He continued to recite: "Oh, you probably don't know T5 type yet..."

Erol and others: "..."

I think I really don't know.

"Wait, what is tY9 solution?" Mr. Errol couldn't help asking again.

Han Aimin: "..."

Erol realized it later: "Oh, you were about to say it, right? I won't interrupt you, please continue."

Han Aimin: "..."

Han Aimin stood up, "Sorry, sir, please wait."

He rushed out of the room and ran to Shen Minghuan breathlessly: "Shen, what is tY9 solution?"

"You have been gone for a long time, sir, did you have a stomachache? And we have already talked about the parts, why didn't you say you had a question earlier?" Shen Minghuan complained dissatisfiedly, but still explained dutifully: "tY9 solution is to heat JQ%Z to..."

Han Aimin nodded, "Sorry, Shen, I think I need to go to the bathroom again."

Without waiting for Shen Minghuan to agree, he quickly returned along the original route: "tY9 solution is..."

"Okay, I know." Mr. Errol asked again: "Then what should be done to make @QU become aXR?"

Han Aimin: "..."

So now he not only has to remember Shen Minghuan's spell, but also Mr. Errol's rebound, right?

Admiral Rice, who yawned twice, took the equipment despite his sleepiness, "Han, can't you ask everything clearly before coming?" He was getting more and more disappointed with this incompetent subordinate. Han Aimin complained helplessly: "Sorry, sir, but you didn't mention the cultural level requirements when you recruited people!" Mr. Errol was also dissatisfied, "Admiral, can't we talk to Shen directly?" Who knows if this stupid spy made any omissions when relaying? Scientific research cannot tolerate any mistakes. Admiral Rice was thoughtful. A quarter of an hour later. Shen Minghuan roared at the communication equipment: "I can't believe it, God, you are so stupid that it scares me. Don't you even know # BQ%*?" "Oh my God, if you even ask RtKBivO, I suggest you start learning again from 1 1." Shen Minghuan's teaching was mixed with scolding. Mr. Errol and others had to suppress their anger at first, but later they inexplicably felt guilty for their low IQ. It was as if the teacher in front of them was scolding them for being unteachable, and Errol and others felt that they were stupid and dared not speak.

"I'm sorry, Shen, I still don't understand what you just said, can you say it again?"

"Are you listening carefully? Oh my God, I can't stand it, Errol, I have said it twice, I will say it one last time..."

"..."

"That's all for today, you won't remember more. Damn, you are so stupid that it scares me!" Shen Minghuan angrily threw the equipment down.

Han Aimin's eyelids jumped heavily when he heard the "pop", but he saw that Mr. Errol and his superior, Admiral Rice, were scolded by this Chinese scholar as grandsons, so he dared not speak.

Han Aimin carefully looked at a piece of equipment, and he was relieved when he saw that it was still intact.

He diligently brought a glass of water with honey in it: "Shen, my dear friend, thank you for your hard work."

Even if Han Aimin was only watching from the side, he still felt deeply that Errol and others were stupid and Shen Minghuan collapsed.

Is this the most outstanding scientist in country M currently? It really makes people worry about the future of country M.

Shen Minghuan drank it unceremoniously. He had clearly been cursing people arrogantly, but he actually had the nerve to make a wronged expression: "Sir, I still can't believe it. Did they deliberately play me? Can people really be this stupid? ?”

Han Aimin was like coaxing a three-year-old child, "Shen, believe me, they didn't play you, they are just really not smart. Please don't dislike them, okay?"

"For your sake, okay." Shen Minghuan was still a little sluggish, "But you know, sir, I am a teacher, and it costs money to take my classes."

"Oh, I know. Don't worry, we won't take advantage of you." Han Aimin said boldly with a wave of his hand.

God, Shen was willing to patiently teach Errol and the others just for his sake. God, he was so promising!

Han Anmin cried with joy and was moved beyond words.