Xueba: If You Don’T Work Hard, You Will Die

At this moment, the formulas that Pu Sheng listed line by line on the whiteboard are like the exquisite lines drawn by a top painter, and a top beauty is being created.

Jiang Huaishu's heart immediately changed to a different beating frequency, and he listened very intently. This was the first time he felt mathematics at such a close distance.

At this moment, Jiang Huaishu finally understood: Mathematics is not just about solving problems in exams.

When Pu Sheng started to talk about the rapid attenuation of the smoothing function of the exchange rate and the attenuation of the interest rate brought by the derivative value, Li Hui, another doctoral student in the office, couldn't keep up with Pu Sheng's thinking.

Although Jiang Huaishu's mathematics foundation is weak, but because Pu Sheng's lectures are very detailed, Jiang Huaishu can easily keep up with the thinking of this top student at Princeton University.

 …

In the office, Jiang Huaishu listened carefully to Pu Sheng's explanation.

And Mo Hongfeng was at a loss from the beginning, now with Pu Sheng writing calculations on the whiteboard, he is completely confused, what are you talking about?

That Pu Sheng is a mathematical genius who happens once in a hundred years. His undergraduate and master's degrees were studied at Princeton University, so Pu Sheng is not only very good at mathematics, but also unconsciously uses English in the process of his highly focused explanations. .

Therefore, Mo Hongfeng couldn't understand it at all!

What are these things?

Am I unworthy of being a graduate student at Wudaokou School of Finance?

I can't understand it at all!

It's not that I'm stupid, it's that they are too smart!

Mo Hongfeng had completely given up.

But Mo Hongfeng was the director of the bureau before, and his years of experience in meetings allowed him to be very focused, not only nodding from time to time, but also occasionally picking up a pen to write and draw on the notebook.

On the other hand, Li Hui looked at Mo Hongfeng and nodded from time to time, panicked as he took notes seriously!

what's the situation?

This old Mo wouldn't understand it too!

You know, Li Hui couldn't keep up with Pu Sheng's thinking for a long time!

Li Hui leaned over, poked Mo Hongfeng's elbow with a pen, and asked softly, "Hong Feng, can you understand?"

Seeing Li Hui's flustered look, Mo Hongfeng smiled triumphantly, hurry up! Brother, you are usually very proud in front of me!

Mo Hongfeng suppressed the secret joy in his heart, pretending to nod deeply!

Seeing Mo Hongfeng nodding his head, Li Hui became even more flustered: "Can you really understand? Let me read your notes!"

Li Hui snatched Mo Hongfeng's notebook!

Li Hui looked at the notebook, and it was like practicing handwriting, with a few words without any logical relationship written in earnest:

"Milk powder, son's parent meeting on weekends, um, oh, not bad, very good, what to eat the day after tomorrow, quit smoking, junior brother, second brother..."

"Fuck, you're coaxing me!" Li Hui became anxious, and said, "I was scared to death, I thought you really understood!"

Mo Hongfeng pointed to the messy things written in the notebook, and said seriously: "These are all secret code names, it's not that simple."

"Fart!" Li Hui cursed, but Mo Hongfeng couldn't understand, so he felt much more at ease.

And suddenly, Li Hui felt a chill on his back, and turned his head to see that the teacher Tian Qi was staring at him with a displeased face. This feeling is more terrifying than the teacher in the third year of high school lying on the back window to watch you talk.

Li Hui immediately listened obediently.

 …

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the sun had gone to the west. There were a few more rose-colored clouds in the western sky, and it was getting dark, and Nakata Qi also joined the discussion in person before he knew it.

The whiteboards in the office are filled with writing, then erased, and then filled again.

It was already dark, and the language of discussion and communication in the office had long since changed to English.

It seems a bit strange that a room full of Chinese people communicate in English, but there is no way, English is the common language of international academics.

Jiang Huaishu's English level is not bad. His primary school was at Eton College in Sunset Empire.

Later, because the family company produced 60% of the fans in the island country, in order to inherit the company and understand the culture of the island country, Jiang Huaishu’s junior high school was arranged to Kaicheng Junior High School in the island country;

When I was in high school, my dad arranged to return to China. In Dad Jiang’s eyes, the domestic high school is the most perverted and tiring, but after the baptism of the third year of high school, it is also the most tempered.

 …

When Jiang Huaishu completed the last calculation on the whiteboard, Tian Qi, with her hands on her chest, nodded approvingly and said, "Not bad, very good, very good!"

At the beginning of the discussion, Jiang Huaishu was completely following Pu Sheng's mathematical thinking and Tian Qi's economic thinking, but in the end, Jiang Huaishu regained the protagonist of the whole discussion.

"Papa papa!"

"awesome!"

Pu Sheng also clapped his hands and nodded approvingly at the little brother. He was completely amazed by Jiang Huaishu's mathematical talent.

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