My subject turned into a beautiful girl

Slightly heavy footsteps came from the living room, and without thinking, An Yi knew it was her father.

In order to sneak a peek at the TV and play computer games, he developed a special skill—he could tell whether it was his parents or someone else returning home just by the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway, and then decide whether to turn off the computer or TV.

An Yi had honed this skill to an accuracy rate of over 90%, but even so, failure was still an unbearable pain. Therefore, he later developed the "early shutdown method".

After implementing this method, he was never caught red-handed. But as the saying goes, for every trick in the book, there's a counter-trick; his mother developed a "screen residual heat detection method." If he was caught with evidence of this, the next time, he devised a "scraping ice from the freezer compartment to force-cool the screen" method…

This battle of wits, which could be described as an arms race, continued until Mom developed the "electric meter counting method," at which point An-Yi was truly out of options.

If he had to put it into words, he actually had a bold idea, such as making some "minor upgrades" to the electricity meter. However, this bold idea was targeted by a comprehensive set of regulations, and was also limited by various factors such as his own economic strength, knowledge reserves, and technical means, so he ultimately did not implement it.

The footsteps disappeared after reaching the bedroom door, and an invisible pressure spread out, almost instantly filling the entire space.

In the past, An Yi would never have been able to face or bear this kind of pressure. There is a saying that maternal love is like water and paternal love is like a mountain, but that is on the premise that he does not make mistakes. Once he makes a mistake, it is as if maternal love is as all-pervasive as water and paternal love is as precipitous as a mountain... causing the mountain to collapse and the earth to crack.

But this time, things are different.

The magnitude of the pressure itself hasn't changed; what has changed is the person bearing the pressure.

An Guoliang stood at the door of his son's bedroom. According to his plan, he was supposed to go straight into the bedroom and give An Yi, who was sitting at his desk, a long and earnest lecture.

However, the plan encountered an unexpected change right from the start. When he arrived at the door, An Yi was not "studying diligently" at his desk, but instead stood by the window with his back to the door, looking at the stars and light outside.

An Guoliang was taken aback, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind: "Could it be that my son is giving up on himself, so he's even too lazy to put on a show anymore?"

An Yi took a deep breath, and after finalizing the idea that had welled up in his mind as a plan to be carried out, he slowly turned around and looked at his father.

The father and son's eyes met for the first time in a long time, and then they were both taken aback.

An Guoliang hadn't looked at his son so closely in a long time. Every time he saw his son's expressionless face and his reluctance to meet his gaze, he felt an unbearable irritation and always wanted to say something.

But no matter how many times he tried, he could only say the same few words, unable to offer any useful profound truths, and gradually, he chose to fall silent.

An Yi didn't know when she started to be afraid to look at her father. This "looking" referred not only to his eyes but also to his face. Perhaps it was because she knew that looking at him wouldn't earn her any pleasantries or kind words, so she was too lazy to bother?

Even now, after a sudden eye contact, both of them realize how much the other has changed.

One had graying temples and a weary expression, no longer as tall as he was remembered. The other had a determined look in his eyes and was full of energy, like a tree that had been dormant for a long time finally beginning to awaken and grow strong.

The silence seemed to last a long time, yet also only a moment, before An Guoliang broke it: "You..."

"dad."

An Yi interrupted An Guoliang. His throat was a little dry, but he still managed to say what he wanted to say in one go.

"Don't say anything, don't ask anything, just give me a month, okay?"

What can you do in a month? What can you accomplish?

An Guoliang almost instinctively wanted to retort, to scold his son for using this as just another tactic of "delaying"... but looking into An Yi's eyes, into those eyes that were no longer avoiding or backing down, he fell silent.

There seemed to be something inexplicable in his eyes, something his son once possessed but later disappeared for some unknown reason.

It is newly grown, extremely fragile, and almost elusive.

"……good."

An Guoliang remained silent for a long time before finally giving his answer. Then he really didn't say another word and turned to leave.

An Yi stared blankly at his father's figure disappearing around the corner... The atmosphere around him suddenly relaxed, and he was able to breathe a long sigh of relief. He realized that his heartbeat had accelerated to an unusually high level, and that slightly numb feeling in his hands and feet had returned, which was surprisingly pleasant.

After catching his breath and calming down completely, An Yi returned to his desk, picked up his pen, and began to study.

He has said enough, but he has done very little.

This time, however, things were really different. The monkey that had been lying flat for so long had indeed climbed out of the pit and was moving forward with unprecedented ease, as fast as lightning!

……

"How is it?"

In the master bedroom, Xu Yanfang, the mother, sat on the bed, her voice very low as she looked at An Guoliang.

"...He didn't say." An Guoliang thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth.

"Didn't you say?" Xu Yanfang was taken aback.

An Guoliang then recounted the entire incident, and after finishing, he concluded, "I feel... my son seems to be really different this time."

"What's different? He swore to us before that he would study hard, but he still secretly reads novels and plays games at internet cafes!"

Xu Yanfang was furious, but she still controlled herself and kept her voice very low.

"If you teach him a lesson, he might behave for a while. But if you let him get away with it now, he'll probably be back to his old ways tomorrow!"

"Always lecturing... isn't a solution."

An Guoliang argued softly, "I've taught him a lesson so many times before, but it didn't really have much effect, did it?"

"Didn't I tell you? He's like a lazy ox; he won't move forward unless you whip him a few times! Don't worry about how far he'll go after one whip, just make sure he's moving forward and not going astray... As long as that's the case, I'm willing to accept it even if he resents me later!"

As Xu Yanfang spoke, her eyes reddened.

"You have no idea how worried I was when I found him at the internet cafe... What kind of people are in there? Maybe even drug addicts. What if he goes astray one day? I was so angry..."

"I know, I know."

An Guoliang hugged his wife. "I understand, and our son understands too. You have to believe him. He has a good heart and he can definitely understand us. He's just young and playful and can't control himself... But I still have to say, this time, our son feels really different to me."

"You're so easily fooled by him!"

Xu Yanfang gave him a helpless punch, then sighed, "Our son has always been very smart, he's just so playful... How can he be so playful? If he really put his heart and soul into studying, Tsinghua or Peking University would be a piece of cake..."

"Stop talking about those unrealistic things all the time. Don't you know how prestigious Tsinghua and Peking University are? If our son can get into a top-tier university and find a better job, I think that's enough."

"Give him a month. That's all we can do. He's in his final year of high school; there's no point in making things worse."

An Guoliang comforted her, saying, "And maybe this time our son really is determined to change? When the month is up, he'll come home with his report card, pat it on the back, and say, 'Mom and Dad, look what I did! I'm in the top 100 of my grade this time...'"

"puff……"

Xu Yanfang couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly lowered her voice.

"You still say I'm unrealistic? Hey, let me tell you, forget about the top 100, if my son could even get into the top 200, I wouldn't care if it were heaven or hell..."

"Do you think I don't know you? You'll be aiming for him to be in the top 100 of the grade."

An Guoliang smiled helplessly. Who could understand his wife's personality better than him?

"People strive to rise higher, water flows downhill, how can we not look forward..." Xu Yanfang muttered.

……

Night had fallen, and most of the residents in the neighborhood had turned off their lights. The occasional croaking of frogs and barking of dogs could be heard outside. A slightly cool breeze quietly passed through the screen window and landed on the boy who was still engrossed in his book.

Finally, as midnight approached, An Yi put down her pen.

He was momentarily dazed; his expression didn't seem like the reaction of someone who had "died a lot of brain cells" after completing some extremely difficult problem, but rather like someone facing something incredible.

He slowly closed the "53" textbook in front of him, then looked at the study plan that his older brother had tailored for him, which was placed to the side, and subconsciously checked it over.

Actually, this check wasn't really necessary, because at the same time, a light screen popped up in front of his eyes—

Math was very satisfied with this shopping trip!

Yes, shopping is like studying step by step after making a plan, and An Yi...

He has completed the entire study plan with an extremely high degree of completion, almost perfectly!

Keep in mind that this is knowledge from the entire high school math curriculum, and An Yi only spent six hours calculating it.

Of course, considering that An Yi usually scores around 90 points, he already has a good grasp of a lot of basic knowledge. In addition, he has a temporary and significant boost in his [calculation ability] and [memory ability] as support, and the personalized review plan provided by his academic genius brother Xia Qing as a target index for precise targeting... it seems to make sense.

The amount of math knowledge in high school is not that large. The function section, which An Yi completed perfectly in two hours, already took up more than one-third of the content. The remaining major parts are only geometry and algebra, followed by smaller sections such as probability and statistics, logic, sets, and complex numbers.

As I said before, learning knowledge is not difficult; the key is how to use that knowledge to solve problems flexibly.

But this is not a problem for An Yi at all now! Because he also has a permanent [Mathematical Thinking Ability +1]!

In this way, it would be no problem to sweep through the enemy lines.

However, theoretical analysis is one thing, but when the theory actually becomes reality and happens to him, An Yi still subconsciously feels that it is somewhat unreal.

All those problems and knowledge that had troubled me for so long... had they all become defeated?

The content on the light screen is still changing.

Mathematics is a woman of her word, and she has decided to keep her promise and forget all the unpleasant things that happened between you in the past.

[Mathematics's favorability towards you increases by 1 + 1 + 1...]

Current Affection Level: 0/Normal

Math believes that since you've forgotten all the unpleasantness of the past, it's time to start afresh! She's confident you'll perform even better.

[Mathematics is giving you a little gift]

You have received—[an MP3 carefully selected by mathematics]

MP3?

An Yi's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

He certainly didn't know what the special effects of MP3s were; you only know that once you actually use them... and that's the key point.

MP3 players are not like ordinary baking soda crackers or ordinary toast bread.

It is clearly reusable and can be used multiple times!