The Road to Slaying God - Chapter 15

 

 

 

 

There was quite a distance between the JiYuan hotel and the school, although Zhang Yang had already borrowed 50 yuan from Liu Biao, but he did not want to spend this lunch money to take a taxi so Zhang Yang walked for more than one hour, although he ‘d eaten and drunk till he was full. Then Zhang Yang sat on the train for several hours to reach his dormitory and went to sleep.  In less than three hours, he woke up to do the morning exercise, then came back and studied continuously for a day. Up until now, Zhang Yang had not slept, although he wasn’t feeling cold or hungry, obviously he did not feel any better than usual.

 

 

 Back in the dormitory, Zhang Yang was almost asleep in his bed, ignoring to take a bath.

 

All along, Zhang Yang had been sleeping until seven o’ clock in the morning, and if it wasn’t for the urge to urinate, he wouldn’t have woken up.

 

 

Although it was only seven o’ clock, the day was bright. After getting out from the toilet, Zhang Yang kept tossing from side to side, unable to fall asleep while on the other side his roommates, Zhang Yang remembered that they were the seniors, and basically lying on the bed like dead.

 

 

Followed by few days, Zhang Yang, except for occasional participation in a few professional courses and buying some food back, it was almost like he never get out from the dormitory. Every day, he was immersed in the Mathematics book unable to extricate himself. Xiao Yiran, the “basic research on ideas and methods …” he had been reading the book over and over again for several times but still he fondled the book admiringly, he’d never thought that the boring numbers inside the book would be so interesting.

 

 

His several roommates inside the dormitory also did not pay any attention to him, the senior life was rich and colorful, in fact, almost everyone inside the 512 rooms except Zhang Yang had a girlfriend, and therefore they naturally did not focus on slow-witted and carefree Zhang Yang who was reading all day long in the room.

 

 

It is worth mentioning here that Zhang Yang was in the Department of Fine Arts so the degree of freedom was extremely high. Usually it was just carrying a drawing board on the back and wandering around, and Zhang Yang was not interested on this field. Casually the volunteer work was also already filled at this time.

 

 

Zhang Yang was now in a state of extreme excitement.

 

 

It was his first time in contact with mathematics, and also the first time when he became really interested in one thing.

 

 

A new door opened for Zhang Yang, and by the time he had stepped one foot, the secret of the mathematical world had been open for him. And Xiao Yiran’s book was like a brick as a door knocker (idiom), this book was exactly suitable for Zhang Yang. A lot of simple theory and computing patters allowed Zhang Yang to feel like he had achieved the mastery of an advanced knowledge.

 

 

However, Xiao Yiran’s book was already miserable, and on the top Zhang Yang had scribbled a certain of notes, as a matter of fact, Zhang Yang was afraid when regained consciousness for once in a while and deliberately avoided his own traces of writing left in the book. Nevertheless, the other side of Zhang Yang was invested to grab the pen, and the pen would automatically leave behind his own opinions in his nahdwriting.

 

 

At present, Zhang Yang’s brain was very much like a computer, a lot of knowledge was stored, he only needed to look for a search engine, and the answer was “the basic research on ideas and methods. That was enough for his mind to build a foundation to move forward.

Human thirst for knowledge is innate, but, because of variety of external reasons, or innate ability, resulted in each person’s knowledge to be different, for example, some people likes painting and have the natural ability to do so but because the external environment would not allow him, his talent gets buried and dies.

 

 

In this world, except the idiots, lunatics, fools, in fact, everyone is likely to excel in a certain field, of course the degree if IQ and efforts also determines the level of achievements.

Four days later, Zhang Yang finally woke up from the obsession in the digital world.

 

 

“No more food?”

 

 

Zhang yang hold the bread bag between the finger and thumb, and touched his stomach, a strong sensation of hunger made him unable to read the book any longer.   The number of symbols on the book merely seemed like a roasted chicken … …

 

 

At present, the price was skyrocketing, and it was a miracle that the 50 Yuan Liu Biao lent him was able to adhere for four days.

 

 

No more stalling, I have to get my wallet back!

 

 

Feeling his stomach, depressed Zhang Yang crawled out of his bed and got up, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, then he felt a need to change his clothes. Zhang Yang, this person had a serious dual character. He can stay for several days in the dormitory with no bath and no gargling, but on the other side, he must get clean and go out.

 

 

It’s afternoon already, there were not many people wandering in the school, they should be in the classroom.

 

 

At first, Zhang Yang intended to go to the old janitor for a meal, but finally decided to get back his wallet, after all, it was only a meal in the old man’s place and it was important to take back the wallet to pay the school’s tuition fees, his living expenses and it was also a medium for his everyday bread.

 

 

Chinese Department!!

 

 

Zhang Yang patted his head and remembered that the girl said that she was in second grade of Chinese Department then, and now she should be in third grade.

 

 

After things were decided, Zhang Yang slide his way to the Chinese Department. Naturally he was familiar of the path as he had spent more than three years in that school.

 

Hard work pays off, and sure enough, Zhang Yang went to the classroom to see the girl. The girl was sitting on the third row of the classroom and a professor wearing thick glasses was lecturing the class.

God help me!

 

Fortunately, there was an empty seat on the girl’s side, Zhang Yang was overjoyed and refused to deal with the dozen of students looking at him. Then he slipped inside when the professor turned back to write on the black board.

 

 

Although Zhang yang was very afraid of Xiao yiran. He was not afraid of the junior grade students. Needless to say, he was a senior, old fried fritters, and there was no reason to fear the lower grade students.

 

 

“There is someone here… ah.”

 

 

The girl leaned and looked at first, then she suddenly called out. This attracted the attention of the students’ eyes who were previously absorbed in the lecture, and the girl blushed at once.

 

Zhang Yang’s face looked embarrassed as there was a book on the table. Just from outside the window he hadn’t seen the book on the seat, clearly, this girl was holding the seat for some other person.

 

 

“You, what are your thoughts on when the hatred of the officials extinguished after the JingKang humiliation incident?” The white bearded professor turned to look at Zhang Yang.

 

 

Immediately, the eyes of dozens of students inside the classroom brushed straight on Zhang Yang, a lot of the eyes showed a hint of ridicule. Here, everyone knew Zhang Yang, and some of the young girl’s eyes were shooting out the sparks of anger, they were the victim whose photographs were taken by Zhang Yang.

 

 

“Keke … cough … … this …. I’m not very fond of this …” Zhang yang stood up with his face with a rare blush.

 

“You don’t like You Fei’s words??” The old professor was surprised for a moment.

 

 

“ Yue Fei ah … …”Zhang Yang reacted in a moment.

 

 

“Hahahahha …”

 

 

“Haha …”

 

…………

 

 

 

There was a sudden roar of laughter in the classroom and the girl sitting beside Zhang yang was also covered with a smile with a red face. The whole classroom could see that Zhang Yang did not understand anything, of course, they also despised Zhang Yang’s taste, an art department student on a Chinese class, it was a joke.

 

 

“This fellow, why do you not like Yue Fei, talk about it?” The old professor pushed his glasses and asked with interest, obviously, this is an obsession with academic research of an ancient age. He did not know that Zhang Yang was the school’s most famous sex demon.

 

“That … one …”

 

 

Zhang Yang could not help but stay and bow to look at the girl’s side. The girl saw him looking, her face turned red and she pouted towards the blackboard.