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Chen Duling felt that Zhou Le's method was a bit unreliable. She was taking a shower before and couldn't do the calculation. Although she could write it on a hotel note after she finished showering, she couldn't do the calculation in front of Zhou Le and wouldn't be able to convince him.

"Come on then. Do you think I'm afraid of someone like me who only knows practical skills? Even if your major sounds more prestigious than mine, I can't possibly lose to you in this area."

Zhou Le, naturally, was not going to admit defeat.

He was also a very competitive person. If he lost in other areas, he would just say "you're really good" and it wouldn't matter. But in this area, Zhou Le would never back down.

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Physics, like mathematics, is either something you know or something you don't.

Not long after, Chen Duling came to Zhou Le with paper and pen, and Zhou Le also had paper and pen ready and was waiting.

After sitting down, Chen Duling immediately started calculating, while Zhou Le watched from the side.

Various formulas were listed out, and all kinds of symbols were neatly written on the paper. At first glance, there seemed to be no problem, but when I got to the middle, I finally found some things that were wrong.

"What you're saying is obviously wrong."

"Where did you go wrong? Explain yourself clearly."

Zhou Le sneered: "Kid, you seem pretty confident. How about we make a bet? What if you're wrong?"

"Wrong? It's impossible for me to be wrong! What if you're right first?"

"Whatever you say, do whatever you want."

"If I'm not mistaken, then you should call me Mom!"

Zhou Le gasped, surprised that this girl seemed to have quite a few tricks up her sleeve.

But he told himself he couldn't possibly be wrong: "Fine, call it out, but what if you lose?"

"Should I call you Dad?"

Zhou Le shook his head: "That won't do. I don't have any attachment to this kind of thing, and this kind of punishment is meaningless to me. You can choose another one."

Chen Duling thought about it again.

"If I lose, how about I dance for you?"

"Dancing is fine, but it must be a complete dance, not just a couple of moves and then stop. It has to be at least two or three minutes long."

"Okay, I've never been afraid of anyone when it comes to learning, especially after entering the entertainment industry, there are very few people who can convince me."

Then Zhou Le began to explain the calculation process written by the other party.

“You’ve completely miscalculated the force, and it’s not that your calculation ability is flawed, but rather that the formula you wrote is wrong.”

As Zhou Le spoke, he took out his phone and started searching online for the correct way to write the formula. After he finished searching, he showed it to Chen Duling.

Chen Duling suddenly realized.

"Huh? Did I really write it wrong? I've always remembered it this way, how could I be wrong?"

But that's just the way it is; wrong is wrong.

Chen Duling bit her lip, but instead of punishing him immediately, she took another piece of paper and calculated it again according to the correct way of writing it. After finishing the calculation, she found that it was indeed as Zhou Le had said.

"Alright, you win this time, I admit defeat. I'll dance for you then, what kind of dance would you like to see?"

Zhou Le wanted to suggest "striptease," but it was clear that the other party hadn't responded yet, and it would be impolite to say it like that.

Actually, when the other person came to his room late at night, Zhou Le knew that he could succeed if he opened his mouth.

After all, although Chen Duling looks cute and adorable, she is actually several years older than her.

Having been in the entertainment industry longer than me, and having gone through so many years of ups and downs, how could I not know the subtext of entering a male celebrity's room at night?
"I'll pick one you're good at. I'm not picky; you can dance anything."

Chen Duling smiled and said, "Okay, you said it yourself."

Finally, she started searching on her phone.

I quickly found a song.

Then they started dancing to the music. Zhou Le didn't notice anything wrong at first, but when Chen Duling started dancing, he was shocked: Is this dancing?

"How can you be right? No wonder people say you acted well. With your dancing, you could make it look incredibly realistic if you took it to Korea to act in 'Train to Busan'!"

It's not that Zhou Le doesn't know how to praise others, and he doesn't like to say bad things about anyone, but it's like someone singing off-key. There's really nothing to praise. If he said it against his conscience, Zhou Le felt that he wouldn't be able to sleep at night. He would sit up in the middle of the night and slap himself twice: Why did I lie in the first place?
Chen Duling knew what kind of dancing she was, but that was the effect she wanted, so she danced while laughing.

But in Zhou Le's eyes, if you remove Chen Duling's strange dancing moves, she actually looks quite cute.

The room was brightly lit. Chen Duling wore a loose, soft cotton nightgown; its light, gentle color resembled a cloud, and it swayed as she danced. Although everything that needed to be covered was concealed, Zhou Le couldn't take his eyes off her clear, doe-like smile.

She wore a pair of slippers that she always brought with her, without socks. Her fair and delicate bare feet curled slightly as she danced, as round as pearls.

That's all he can see.

Even so, the other person's appearance was enough to make Zhou Le nod in approval.

Only after Chen Duling finished dancing did she raise her hand and wave it in front of Zhou Le's eyes: "What are you looking at? Why are you so engrossed? You don't actually think my dance is good, do you? If you think it's good, you really need to find some experts to take a look."

Zhou Le then came to his senses: "Ah, dancing? Your dancing is truly impeccable. If you insist on me saying something good, I can only say that your zombie acting was quite convincing. I was just watching you just now."

These sudden words left Chen Duling somewhat bewildered.

But seeing Zhou Le's serious expression and sincere tone, she couldn't help but blush slightly: "Really? I think it's alright. Sometimes I feel that I'm not as good-looking as some other female celebrities."

Zhou Le shook his head: "No, you must be mistaken. I think you're no worse than anyone else. You have the face of Guanyin, the body of Chang'e, the bones of Daiyu, and the temperament of Mulan. This description is perfect for you. Some of their beauty is more aggressive, while others are simply more refined and have better features."

But it's because your temperament is so outstanding that just one glance from you gives me the feeling of a highly educated person, you know?
The saying "a person with knowledge of literature naturally exudes elegance" is quite apt. Even if you are indeed well-versed in mechanical principles and engineering mechanics, a person's wisdom cannot be hidden, and the temperament that comes with such wisdom is unique.

That's why I said you're different from everyone else; no matter what others do, it's hard for them to find this feeling in you." Zhou Le's words were true, but for Chen Duling, Zhou Le's words truly resonated with her.

It's not that no one has ever said something similar to her, but some words feel different when spoken by different people.

Because people naturally admire strength, Chen Duling knows that she has many fans who like her because they think she is good at studying and has a high level of education. Of course, liking her face is also another reason.

As for herself, she actually likes people who are better than her, because she thinks it's normal. A person's perception is linked to their experience, IQ, and EQ.

Zhou Le is perfect in all three aspects. She even feels that chatting with Zhou Le is effortless because she doesn't need to think about what to say next; Zhou Le will naturally arrange everything clearly.

Not only does Zhou Le guide others to follow his topics, but when necessary, he will also appropriately bring up a new topic to shift the focus of the conversation to other people.

That's quite impressive.

"Teacher Zhou, I heard during dinner earlier that your English wasn't very good?"

Chen Duling suddenly said.

When Zhou Le heard the other person suddenly shift the topic from science to humanities, he thought for a moment and roughly knew what the other person wanted to say.

"Yes, my English is actually very bad. You could read it and understand it, but if you asked me to read it aloud, it would be a kind of Chinese-style English."

"Isn't that a coincidence? My English is actually pretty good, otherwise I could teach you."

"Sure, I don't have any other hobbies, I just love learning. I'm willing to learn anything that I'm not good at."

As Zhou Le spoke, he thought of Satomi Ishihara again. It had been a while since they'd chatted. Recently, due to the pandemic, she couldn't come over, and he'd heard the situation there was quite serious. He'd better find a chance to ask her about it later.

Seeing that Zhou Le agreed, Chen Duling pondered for a moment and then said:

"If you have a spare bed, may I stay tonight?"

Just as Zhou Le said before, he just doesn't speak very well, but he can understand what he hears and sees.

"Sure."

Chen Duling blushed again. She had intended to have Zhou Le repeat it, but to her surprise, Zhou Le simply nodded.

"Okay, let's learn something else then."

"Are you free this evening?"

Zhou Le thought for a moment and said, "Yes, no money required."

Chen Duling immediately laughed. The "free" she was referring to should have meant "freedom or having free time," but Zhou Le's interpretation didn't seem to make any problem. After all, communication was possible.

"That……"

"Ok."

"I'm fine."

With a tacit understanding, Zhou Le moved closer to the other person and began to "learn" from them, speaking to them directly.

Of course, you should learn English, and you should integrate learning into your daily life so that you can master it at any time.

Zhou Le discovered that Chen Duling's vocabulary was indeed very extensive, at least much more extensive than the vocabulary in the works she had read when she was younger and less knowledgeable.

Of course, Dudu can't be compared to those people.

Zhou Le didn't show too much enthusiasm the first time. After "learning" for a lesson, he earnestly praised, "Thank you, teacher. Your spoken English is really good. I should learn more from you in the future."

"Haha, of course, I've practiced my spoken English a lot. But what I just told you, I didn't practice at all, so please don't misunderstand."

"Don't worry, I won't misunderstand. On the contrary, I think this feeling of unfamiliarity mixed with joy is very close to life."

"Tsk tsk tsk, there's a difference in studying well. They even used 'close to real life' in their vocabulary. If you didn't know better, you'd think we were actually learning English."

"Haha, it's just English, right? We didn't say a word of Chinese the whole time. It's just that my pronunciation is a bit bad and my vocabulary isn't as good as yours, but at least we managed to communicate in English. If we really want to talk about it, this place can be considered an English corner."

"You're a smooth talker, but you're not actually annoying. I like smart people, but not those who are overly shrewd. It's best to be honest with each other, and you're just right, plus you're handsome."

"Is the last sentence the key point?" Zhou Le asked.

"No, all the conditions here are parallel. There isn't just one key point. If I had to say, everything is important, just like what teachers used to tell us before exams. I actually like people who are better than me. To put it simply, they have to be better than me in at least one or two areas that I'm interested in."

"And what about me?" Zhou Le asked again.

"You? Based on what I know about you, there are so many things you're better at than me. You seem to be better than me in almost everything I know. If you really want to know, you'll have to ask me where I'm better than you."

"No need to ask, I know your English is better than mine."

After saying this, Chen Duling thought of the English lesson she had just taught.

"Then I'll teach you a few more phrases later."

“Great! We can try different things then, like role-playing or something. That way we’ll experience more scenarios and be exposed to more new vocabulary. I remember when I was in school, my teacher would have us simulate various scenarios and have conversations.”

"Hehehe, you'd better have a real conversation."

"Wow, how are you so smart? I try to be clever in front of you, but you always see through me. I try to come up with a little joke, but you find out before I can even finish. I think other people can be gay or straight, but in your case, you're just intellectually gay."

"It's alright. Actually, I rarely praise myself for being smart, because I don't think being smart is something to brag about. After all, we were about ten points apart in the college entrance exam. You should know that the higher you go, the more you realize your shortcomings, and the more you feel that, the more you admire those who are stronger."

"That's true, but my personal thought is that there's really no way to change it now. After all, it's in the past, and I can't go back and take the college entrance exam again until I get the highest score ever. Besides, you have to look forward. If I can surpass my goals in the future, that's something to be very happy about. If I think you're better than me, my first reaction will definitely be to admire you, but then I'll find a way to surpass you!"

Chen Duling found a loophole in this statement: "What if we can't surpass it?"

"Can't surpass it?" Zhou Le smiled confidently. "Then I'll keep surpassing it!" (End of Chapter)