After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

Zhou Zhengming turned on his computer and casually replied, "I went out to take care of some personal business this morning, which took a while."

Old Liu blew on the tea leaves in his cup, slowly turned around, looked at the summary of grades on his computer, and couldn't help but marvel:

"Teacher Zhou, the passing rate for advanced mathematics today is several percentage points higher than in previous years."

Old Liu scrolled through the table, "Especially these boys who are usually at the bottom. I took a look, and their scores are basically in the 60s or 70s. Compared to their midterm performance, they have generally improved by 10 or 20 points."

Old Liu sat next to him, looking at the posts on the forum, shook his head and smiled.

"But speaking of which, these students are quite interesting. They only scored around 70 points on the test, and then they bragged about the benefits of soy milk on the forum."

Xiao Wang chimed in, "That's right. I heard that several boys in the classes I teach stayed up all night last night and went to Jin Street to stake out the area early this morning. When they came back, they were all like they'd been injected with adrenaline, insisting that the soy milk was a miracle cure."

"Teacher Zhou, didn't you say yesterday that this is a typical case of 'taxing intelligence'? I think these students are completely hopeless; they've become addicted to paying 'intelligence tax'."

If it were yesterday, Zhou Zhengming would have slammed his fist on the table and started vehemently criticizing this unhealthy trend upon hearing these words.

But at this moment, Zhou Zhengming sat in his office chair, the mouse sliding across the computer screen, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Old Liu and Little Wang exchanged glances, both feeling that Old Zhou was acting a bit strangely today.

"Old Zhou, why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Old Liu walked over and asked with concern.

Zhou Zhengming pushed up his reading glasses and stared at the agricultural literature on the computer screen.

Several seconds passed before he stopped using the mouse, turned around, and looked at Lao Liu and Xiao Wang:

"From a certain perspective, that cup of soy milk can indeed improve a person's concentration."

Xiao Wang's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped.

Old Liu's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, his jaw almost dropping.

"Old Zhou, what did you say?" Old Liu's eyes widened, thinking he had misheard. "Aren't you the one who hates these kinds of marketing gimmicks the most? How come... you're speaking up for that restaurant now?"

"I'm just stating the facts."

Zhou Zhengming didn't even look up, continuing to review information about highly active plant proteins as he spoke calmly:

"I tried it myself this morning. The variety of soybeans is very special; not only is the protein absorption rate extremely high, but it also contains absolutely no industrial additives. A cup costs one hundred dollars, which is excellent value for money."

A deathly silence fell over the office.

Xiao Wang opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

For Zhou Zhengming, the notoriously strict judge at Jiangda University, to personally say "it's great value for money" is a hundred times more outrageous than the thousands of student comments on the forum!

"Old Zhou...did you go to Jin Street to queue for soy milk this morning?" Old Liu swallowed, his face full of disbelief.

Zhou Zhengming ignored him and continued to look up information on the computer screen, muttering to himself as he focused intently on the literature, no longer paying attention to the two young teachers next to him who were completely shocked.

He spent more than two hours in the morning searching through databases of domestic and international agricultural and nutritional journals.

I've read a ton of papers on plant protein extraction and soybean variety improvement, and the more I read, the more alarmed I become.

Theoretically, there is indeed an extreme growth environment that can allow soybean protein activity and nutrient conversion rate to reach an incredible peak.

However, the requirements for soil, water, and climate are extremely demanding, and existing agricultural technologies simply cannot achieve mass production.

Zhou Zhengming closed the webpage, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"There are hidden talents among the common people."

He decided that even if he had to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning, he would go to Jin Street to queue up again.

It's not just about drinking soy milk to stay alert, but also about further researching soybeans.

……

2:30 p.m.

Jiangcheng University's academic affairs system opened up the results for some final exams on time.

Because there were so many people checking their scores, the campus network webpage took several minutes to load.

Just ten minutes later, the campus forum of Jiangcheng University was in complete chaos.

All the shock and elation were poured into the forum posts.

The top post about "Lin's Shop Soy Milk" saw its number of replies double in just half an hour, instantly becoming a hot thread.

"Passed Calculus with a score of 65! Guys, I'm still alive! Thanks, Boss Lin!"

A reply with a screenshot of the score was instantly pushed to the top of the hot comments.

The comments below were densely packed with screenshots of various real achievements.

"Hey OP, I got 75 points! I usually only get 50 on tests!"

"I stayed up until 3 a.m. last night, and my brain felt like it was going to explode before I entered the exam room. I even mixed up the formulas from the first chapter."

"After drinking that cup of soy milk this morning, the moment I entered the exam room and picked up my pen, my mind suddenly cleared up completely. All the knowledge points I memorized yesterday came together. Although there were still some challenging questions, I answered the basic questions exceptionally smoothly!"

"That's amazing! I had a low-grade fever before the exam, and I thought I was doomed. But after drinking this soy drink, I was full of energy and managed to get a 68! I didn't fail!"

"This soy milk doesn't make you smarter, it just clears away fatigue! My mind was especially clear after drinking it today. My roommate and I are usually about the same, but today I got a 71, and he didn't go to line up because he was cold, so he got a 45... He's crying under the covers right now."

But for college students, not failing a course is the greatest victory.

If you don't work hard during the semester, you can still pass the final exam by staying clear-headed and avoid paying for retaking the course or having a record in your file.

In an instant, the sentiment on the forum turned into fervor.

"Can someone buy me a cup of soy milk tomorrow? I'll pay 200!"

"Don't bother asking someone to buy it for you. Boss Lin's rule is one drink per person. If you want to drink it, you'll have to queue up yourself."

"So who's coming with me to sleep on the floor in Golden Street tonight? We'll be there at 11 p.m. to reserve a spot."

"Going at eleven? You guys are so naive. I just passed by Jin Street and saw seven or eight guys already sitting in the snow with their little stools. It's only three in the afternoon!"

"Are you crazy?! Scheduling tomorrow's breakfast at 3 PM?"

"Is this what you call arranging breakfast? This is arranging your future! Anyway, I'm going to get my tent."

……

Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng University, in dormitory building number 4.

Su Xiaoxiao, carrying her schoolbag, pushed open the door to dormitory room 402.

The dormitory was steaming hot.

Li Na, Chen Min, and Wang Jia were sitting around the small square table in the middle.

On the table were several boxes of takeout fried chicken, kebabs, and several large bottles of cola.

"Xiaoxiao! You're finally back!"

As soon as Li Na looked up and saw Su Xiaoxiao enter, she excitedly jumped up from her chair, still holding a fried chicken leg in her hand, and rushed over to hug her.