Cultivation Shura Field

Song Xingye next to him suddenly asked, "How many words did you write?"

Xu Zhe: "I don't know how many, but it's not a small amount. In fact, if I were given an extra piece of paper and more time, I could write even more."

Song Xingye's little face showed some curiosity: "How did you write it?"

Xu Zhe: "It's about imagining the future, a science fiction theme, probably a first-person micro-novel."

Song Xingye: "Can a novel be very long?"

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "The point is not whether it is a novel, an argumentative essay or a narrative essay. The key is that if you write something that makes you feel emotional, you will be unable to stop. Because you will feel that there are some things you want to express."

Song Xingye propped up his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Then when the essays are graded and handed out, can I exchange them with you?"

Xu Zhe: "Of course no problem."

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On the second day of Chinese class, Teacher Sun came to class with a stack of corrected essays. Yesterday we wrote essays, and today we talked about essays.

Most people's essays were sent out directly, leaving less than ten, half of which were positive examples and half were negative cases.

Gao Xuefei's composition is a typical negative example. Not to mention the requirement of 600 words, he didn't even write 300 words. If you squeeze out the water in the 300 words, it will be empty.

As Teacher Sun continued reading, uncontrollable laughter broke out in the classroom.

"What are you laughing at!" Gao Xuefei couldn't help but say.

Teacher Sun stared at him coldly: "If you can write like this, why can't others laugh?"

Gao Xuefei looked innocent: "No, teacher, they laughed during class. Isn't this affecting class discipline?"

The student who usually likes to interrupt the teacher and is the most mischievous talked about "classroom discipline". This contrast made more students laugh.

Teacher Sun also laughed: "This short sentence of yours is much more interesting than the nonsense in your composition."

Gao Xuefei: “…”

After reading the negative cases, Teacher Sun read the model essays, among which was Song Xingye's essay.

The girl envisioned a future of becoming a doctor. She also described how she would study medicine and how to conquer cancer. Common knowledge about cancer was not mentioned in the biology textbook for the first year of junior high school, as it would not be learned until the second year. However, Song Xingye had already previewed the biology knowledge for the second and third years of junior high school, so she wrote clearly and logically.

Of course, in Xu Zhe's opinion, it is just a junior high school level of logic and cannot withstand too much deep thought.

After Teacher Sun finished reading one article, he handed out the next one.

After Song Xingye's composition was read, the girl received her own composition amid scattered applause. Then she sat back in her seat and saw that Xu Zhe's desk was still empty.

"Yours should also be a model essay, right?" Song Xingye asked with a smile.

Xu Zhe: "Maybe..."

He felt that he had written it with such care, so it couldn't be a negative example, right? Since it wasn't sent out with others, it meant that it should be a model essay, right?

However, until Teacher Sun finished reading all the positive and negative cases and began to explain the tips of writing essays in detail, Xu Zhe still didn't get his share.

All the other students in the class received their own essays, with scores and comments of varying lengths on them. Only Xu Zhe's desk remained empty.

Song Xingye was also confused: "Where is your composition? Did the teacher forget it?"

Xu Zhe spread his hands, indicating that he was also confused.

It was not until the end of the class, when Teacher Sun was about to leave, that he picked up the last essay on the desk and said to Xu Zhe, "Come with me to the office."

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In the teachers' office, Teacher Sun was sitting there with a composition on his desk.

The author Xu Zhe stands on the side of the table.

Teacher Sun half turned around and looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Have you been playing any games recently?"

Xu Zhe: “?”

Seeing his confused face, Teacher Sun said, "What you wrote in your composition is quite true. But there is a child in my relative's family who keeps talking about making coins in games and doesn't care about studying. Tell me the truth, have you also started playing those online games?"

Xu Zhe immediately understood why he was called to the office. He said with a smile, "No, I just wrote a science fiction short story. And the virtual currency here is completely different from the gold coins in the online game."

Teacher Sun was a little confused: "What's the difference?"

Xu Zhe: "Game coins are set by the game manufacturers themselves, but virtual currency is not... Oh, forget it, it's hard to explain."

Teacher Sun sneered, "What's so hard to explain? Do you think I can't use the Internet?"

Xu Zhe: "Well, let me be frank. The virtual currency I wrote about in this essay is distributed data built through encryption algorithms. Its decentralized blockchain design means that it does not require an issuer, but is generated through the spontaneous mining of countless miners. I also wrote that its birth was based on a kind of liberal idealism, but it is likely to develop into an oligopolistic dystopia."

Teacher Sun: “…”

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Chapter 36: Barehanded Blade

2023-09-06

Xu Zhe spent a lot of time to explain to the head teacher that he was not addicted to games, and he had not even played games much. What made him feel inspired was just an idea about virtual currency.

As for where this idea came from… Xu Zhe did not bring up Satoshi Nakamoto and the real Bitcoin, after all, it would be useless to bring it up, and it would expose that he was secretly surfing the Internet. So the statement he gave was that he came up with it when he was reading a math book.

"So, what kind of math book is it?"

The person who raised this question and joined the discussion was the math teacher. He was a male teacher in his early thirties, with a good figure and good looks, except for his slightly sparse hair that detracted from his looks. His last name was Zhao, so the students all called him Teacher Zhao.

Xu Zhe: "A book about cryptography. It talks about an algorithm called a hash algorithm. It is a secure hash function. You input a value into it and it can easily output a result. But you can't work your way back to the input value from the output. So this thing is very useful in cryptography, and I think it can also be used to encrypt data."

Teacher Zhao pondered for a moment, then said: "I think you are a very thoughtful child. However, the mathematics involved in these things is too advanced. Not to mention you, I studied mathematics in college, and I still think it is advanced. You should learn the textbooks first."

Teacher Sun echoed, "This is what I've always wanted to tell him. Xu Zhe, you are very smart, but no matter how smart you are, you must first lay a solid foundation."

Teacher Zhao added, "Besides, if you think the things in the textbooks are too easy, why don't you try the Mathematical Olympiad? There is a national Mathematical Olympiad only for high schools, but there are provincial competitions for junior and middle schools. If you can get a place in the provincial Mathematical Olympiad, it will be very easy to get into the top high school in the province."

Xu Zhe: “Mathematical Olympiad…”

In his plans after rebirth, he had never considered the Mathematical Olympiad. After all, he knew very well that he was not a genius at all, but just had the advantage of being reborn early. Mathematical Olympiads become more and more difficult as time goes by, and it is most useful to get good grades in high school, but the difficulty of high school Mathematical Olympiads should not be underestimated. In contrast, entrepreneurship and investment can really make good use of the advantages of reborn people.

Seeing him hesitate about how to refuse, Teacher Zhao added leisurely: "If you can represent our school to participate in the Mathematical Olympiad, you can be exempted from the usual homework."

Xu Zhe: “Really?”

Teacher Zhao: "Of course it's true. To participate in the junior high school math competition, you must first learn all the math knowledge in junior high school, and you must learn it thoroughly. If you have learned it thoroughly, then the homework assigned to ordinary children will of course be useless to you. What do you think?"

Xu Zhe was still hesitating, but he was no longer considering how to refuse, but whether to agree to it.

He felt that if he really wanted to sign up for a competition, the IT Olympiad would be more suitable, after all, he was a programmer in his previous life. As for math… he only had a passable undergraduate degree in advanced math. Now, if he took the advanced math test again, he felt that he might not be able to pass.

Not to mention advanced mathematics, even for the college entrance examination mathematics, he needs to study hard for a period of time before he can say that he is confident. As for the Mathematical Olympiad, is that possible?

But as long as I participate in this provincial competition, I will have an excuse to shirk my daily homework, right?

So after thinking it over, Xu Zhe said, "I can give it a try."

Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Sun, said quickly, "Don't talk about competitions yet. The final exam will be in a few days. If you don't do well in the exam and fall behind, I won't allow you to participate in the competition."

Xu Zhe nodded: "Of course."

Teacher Sun added, "I have calculated your composition this time. If you don't do well in the final exam, be prepared to write until your hands cramp during the winter vacation."

Xu Zhe laughed and said, "You don't have to threaten me. I will definitely take the exam seriously at the end of the semester."

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When he returned to the classroom, Xu Zhe was holding his composition in his hand.

Song Xingye couldn't wait to read his composition. He glanced at the score first and the corners of his mouth curled up: "I got two points higher than you."

Xu Zhe: "Well, because your composition is really good."

"But your score is not low, it should be used as a model essay, but why doesn't the teacher read it..." The girl said as she began to read. The more she read, the more silent she became.

The bell rang and break time ended.

At this time, Song Xingye was still reading silently.

The English teacher walked up to the podium. Of course, she noticed Song Xingye who was reading the composition, but out of trust in good students, she did not remind him, but started the class directly.

Song Xingye finally finished reading and came back to her senses. She returned the composition to the boy sitting next to her and whispered, "You wrote a novel."

Xu Zhe: “Well, a short dystopian story.”

Song Xingye: "What does dystopia mean?"

Xu Zhe: "Utopia is an ideal country, the most beautiful society in people's imagination. Dystopia is the opposite of it, which can be said to be the worst world."

Song Xingye thought thoughtfully: "Do you think the world will become like that in the future?"

Xu Zhe brought up what he had seen on a forum in his previous life: "No, science fiction is not a prophecy, it's just a possible assumption. Literature needs drama, so we have to imagine the most extreme situations. We usually don't think about the best extremes, because that's too unrealistic, and it's boring to read, like a fairy tale. So if we imagine the worst extremes, it's easy to write a dystopia."

Song Xingye was still a little curious: "But how did you come up with this virtual currency?"

Xu Zhe: "I've just explained this to the class teacher for quite some time... Well, to put it simply, it's because there are too many problems with finance and economics in reality. Did you know about this year's subprime mortgage crisis?"

The girl shook her head.

Xu Zhe was surprised: "You don't know?"

Song Xingye blushed slightly: "Ask other students, they probably don't know. We are junior high school students, why should we watch those things?"

Xu Zhe: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

At this moment, the English teacher on the podium couldn't help but say, "Xu Zhe, are you listening to the class or not? Even if you understand everything, don't disturb other students!"

The boy who was called out looked helpless. He was clearly the one being questioned, so how could he be the one disturbing others?

Then he looked at Song Xingye next to him - he saw that the girl was sitting upright, with her English learning materials spread out, and looked like she was listening attentively.

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Chapter 37 Free Like the Wind

2023-09-06

The first final exam since entering junior high school has finally arrived.

This one is mathematics.

When Xu Zhe entered the examination room, a reckless big hand grabbed his neck. Then, he heard Gao Xuefei's voice: "Brother, I'm counting on you this time?"

"what?"

"I'm in the same examination room with you, you know."

Gao Xuefei patted his back and released the hand that was around his neck.

After moving a little distance, Xu Zhe saw the guy's face, which had a filthy smile on it.

Then they sat down according to their assigned seats, with an aisle between them - the seats in the examination room had been rearranged, and of course they were not as densely packed as in a normal classroom. A classroom that could normally seat 40 or 50 people now only had 20 tables, so the seats of each candidate were separated by a considerable distance.

Gao Xuefei blinked again and gave a look vigorously.

While the invigilator was not there yet, Xu Zhe whispered, "My test paper is on the table. If you can copy it, then copy it. If you can't, then I can't do anything about it."

"Okay, okay, I'll just take a look at the multiple-choice questions." Gao Xuefei was not greedy at all. Except for the multiple-choice questions, he planned to give up on those that were difficult to copy.

The invigilator came and emphasized the examination room record. When the announcement sounded, the papers were distributed and the bell rang, the exam officially began.

Xu Zhe immediately started writing.

He could figure out the answers to the previous questions at a glance. As he was writing, he caught a glimpse of Gao Xuefei craning his neck to glance at his test paper.

Xu Zhe's idea was completely different from that of a good kid like Song Xingye. In his opinion, whether Gao Xuefei cheated or not, she would be at the bottom, the only difference was the last place. Since she didn't intend to work hard in her studies, did it matter whether she cheated or not?

Besides, even if they were not at the bottom, Xu Zhe would not bother to care. Again, this was not the college entrance examination.

As I was writing, the invigilator walked over to the side and suddenly asked, "Are you letting others copy your answers?"

Xu Zhe raised his head, showing just the right amount of confusion.

This expression obviously dispelled the invigilator's suspicion. He turned around and walked to Gao Xuefei, warning him, "I'm watching you."

"I didn't do anything, teacher."

"Humph."