My IQ has been increasing year by year.

Chapter 106 Small Transactions

Wang Dayong sat shirtless in his seat.

He was holding a small Phillips screwdriver and was taking apart an old transistor radio that he had somehow acquired.

Chu Ge pushed open the door and walked in, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, and listlessly tossing a coin.

"Dayong, is it done yet?"

Chu Ge walked over, pulled out a chair next to Chen Zhuo, and sat down.

Wang Dayong didn't even look up, continuing to tighten the screwdriver in his hand.

"Can't you see I'm busy? Besides, you're a grown man, wandering around the house with a lollipop in your mouth, don't you think it's childish?" Chu Ge rolled his eyes.

"You don't know anything. This is called styling. Besides, what's wrong with me eating a lollipop? Let whoever wants to say it, say it. What does it have to do with me?" He took the lollipop off the bed and turned to look at Chen Zhuo, who was sitting on the bed.

"What are you looking at so intently?"

Chen Zhuo closed the book.

"Just browsing around, why isn't she sleeping inside?"

Chu Ge sighed and reached out to scratch his already messy hair.

"Sleep my ass, I'm really fed up with my roommate."

Wang Dayong stopped what he was doing and looked up.

"What's wrong?"

Chu Ge threw the lighter on the table with a thud.

"Damn, that guy's crazy. The class meeting isn't until 7 PM, but this guy got up at 4:30 AM, carrying a backpack, and insisted on going to the lecture hall to reserve a seat." Chu Ge shook his head, looking utterly hopeless.

"He said he was afraid that if he went late, he wouldn't be able to get a good seat and wouldn't be able to hear the counselor's instructions. He insisted on dragging me along, saying that I couldn't be late on the first day of university. I made an excuse that I needed to go out to poop, and that's how I ran out." Wang Dayong laughed and put the disassembled radio casing aside.

"This guy is pretty hardworking. You two living together, you're in for a rough time."

Chu Ge kicked the table leg.

"I'm just a coder, I can't connect with a problem-solving expert like him. Hurry up, stop taking apart your junk, put on some clothes and come with me." "Where to?" Wang Dayong asked.

"Pick up the books. The notice is posted downstairs. We're picking up our textbooks now. Go early and come back early; in this sweltering heat, I don't want to stay outside for even a minute longer." "Let's go."

Chen Zhuo got off the bed and looked at Wang Dayong, who pulled a vest from the head of the bed and put it on.

The three of them left the dormitory and walked along the trees toward the physics building.

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright, and a layer of heat rose from the asphalt road, making the distant scenery look somewhat distorted.

The physics building is behind a grove of old trees.

A large multimedia classroom on the first floor was temporarily converted into a textbook distribution point.

As soon as I reached the door, a strong smell of knowledge wafted over me.

Three people went inside.

On the classroom floor, over forty neatly stacked piles of books were bundled securely with packing straps. The person distributing the books looked like a senior student.

He was holding a piece of cardboard and fanning himself with it.

There were four or five freshmen standing in front of the senior student, queuing up to receive their books.

Chen Zhuo and the other two walked over and joined the last line.

Ahead of them in line was a girl with short, ear-length hair, wearing a faded gray T-shirt, worn-out jeans, and ordinary canvas shoes. The line moved very slowly.

When the logistics department packed the teaching materials, they did not put the students' names on each bundle of books in order to save time.

They are packaged in sets.

A group of students were exempt from all subjects, another group from English, and yet another group from advanced mathematics. Stacks of books of different categories were mixed together and piled on the ground. When the senior students distributed the books, they could only play a book-finding game among the similar-looking piles of books, holding the exemption slips handed to them by the students.

The boy in front of me handed over the form.

"Senior, I'm exempt from taking advanced mathematics."

The senior student took the order, sighed, and put the cardboard aside.

He bent down and began rummaging through a huge pile of books.

"The advanced calculus book is the green one, let me look for it..."

He wandered among the books for almost two minutes before finally dragging out a bundle of books from a corner against the wall, dusting them off, and handing it to the boy. Then he handed over a form to the next boy.

The senior student bent down again and began a new round of sifting and identifying.

Chu Ge, who was standing at the back, frowned as he watched.

He leaned close to Wang Dayong's ear and whispered his complaints.

"What kind of primitive efficiency is this? If this job were given to me, I would write a very simple classification algorithm, print out a few barcodes, stick them on, and scan them to get the results. He's relying on his eyes to search for them one by one. How long would that take?"

Wang Dayong wiped the sweat from his neck.

"Be content, at least you weren't forced to go in and search yourself."

Finally, it was the girl in front of them's turn.

She handed the registration certificate and exemption certificate to the senior student with both hands.

"Senior, you are exempt from taking College English and General Physics Experiments."

The senior student took the list, glanced at it, wiped the sweat from his face, and prepared to turn around and plunge back into the dizzying sea of books.

"The English book is red, and the general physics experiment book is a thin yellow booklet. Wait a minute, let me take a look."

He had just taken a step.

"Senior."

The girl called out to him.

The senior student stopped and turned to look at her.

The girl didn't move; she simply raised her hand, extended her slender finger, and pointed to the seat on the right side of the classroom near the window.

"The second row over there, the third bundle from the bottom."

The senior was stunned.

"What?"

"There were no red or yellow booklets in that bundle. They were mine."

The senior student walked in the direction she pointed, still somewhat doubtful.

That spot was mixed in with several bundles of books; you wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

The senior student bent down and leaned closer to look at the spines of the bundle of books.

Mechanics, Calculus, Linear Algebra...

There were neither red-covered English manuals nor yellow-covered lab manuals.

Not bad at all.

The senior straightened up and turned to look at her with some surprise.

"Junior, you have a good eye! How could you spot something so messy at a glance?"

The senior student took out the bundle of books and placed it on the table in front of him.

"Okay, saves me the trouble of looking for it, take it."

The girl nodded.

She pulled a rope out of her pocket.

The rope, the kind used by roadside convenience stores to bundle cardboard boxes, was skillfully threaded under this pile of books, the two ends crossed, and tied into a sturdy knot. The dozen or so basic textbooks were all large volumes, stacked together, and extremely heavy.

The girl bent down and grabbed the rope with both hands.

She took a deep breath, exerted force with her arms, and suddenly lifted herself up.

The weight of the book instantly suspended in mid-air, pressing down on the rope.

Carrying the heavy bundle of textbooks, she slowly turned around, preparing to walk out of the classroom.

It was very difficult to walk.

Wang Dayong is a straightforward person and can't stand what he sees.

"Hey, that girl..."

Wang Dayong rolled up his sleeves and strode over to help.

A hand reached out and grabbed Wang Dayong's arm.

It is Chen Zhuo.

Wang Dayong turned around and looked at him with some confusion.

Chen Zhu shook his head and released his hand.

He turned and walked to the corner of the classroom, where several empty cardboard boxes were piled up. Chen Zhuo reached out and tore off a thick piece of cardboard about the size of his palm, folding it forcefully between his hands. Holding the cardboard, he quickly walked forward.

Chen Zhuo walked to the girl's side, reached out, and handed her the folded piece of cardboard.

"Putting it under the rope will make it much better."

The voice was gentle and flat.

The girl stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head and looked at the boy next to her.

My gaze fell on the piece of cardboard in his hand.

A stinging sensation was coming from my palm in waves.

She hesitated for a moment.

He let go, placed the bundle of books on the ground, and took the piece of cardboard.

By placing it under the rope and lifting it again, the area of force applied increased, and the excruciating pain disappeared.

"Thanks."

The girl's voice was very low.

Chen Zhuo nodded.

He did not leave immediately.

Chen Zhuo turned around, glanced at the books scattered all over the floor behind him, and then looked at the senior who was wiping his sweat.

Then, he looked at the girl and spoke in a very casual tone.

"Hey classmate, these books are all scattered around the floor. It's too slow for you to find them one by one."

Chen Zhuo looked into her eyes.

"You were able to categorize them at a glance just now."

Chen Zhuo turned his head and pointed with his thumb to Wang Dayong and Chu Ge standing behind him.

"The three of us are also here to collect books."

He paused for a moment, then offered his suggestion.

"Could you do us a favor and point out the books for us after we hand over the form? That way we won't have to wait here doing nothing." The girl looked at him but didn't answer immediately.

Chen Zhuo smiled gently, turned his head, and pointed with his thumb to the burly Wang Dayong behind him.

"As payment, you can use this big guy for free downstairs in the girls' dormitory."

Chen Zhuo looked into the girl's eyes, his tone carrying just the right amount of helplessness.

"He ate quite a lot at noon and was worried about not having a place to sweat. Let him carry your books, we can each get what we need, okay?" Upon hearing this...

Standing behind, Chu Ge twitched the corner of his mouth and stuffed the lollipop back into his mouth.

Wang Dayong reacted extremely quickly.

He took two steps forward, effortlessly grabbed the rope holding the bundle of books, and lifted it up with one hand.

"Yes, yes, you just lead the way. I think this is too light. Consider it exercise." Wang Dayong said with a simple smile.

The girl stood still.

She looked at Chen Zhuo, then at Wang Dayong, who was carrying books beside her.

What started as a one-sided act of help has become a fair exchange.

She used her keen observation skills to save them time, and they helped her move the books with their physical strength.

Nobody owes anyone anything.

She glanced at Chen Zhuo and nodded.

"Okay, my name is Su Wei."

"Chen Zhuo".

Chen Zhuo responded and turned to walk towards the table where the books were being distributed. Chu Ge and Wang Dayong followed him.

"Senior, these are the three of our forms." Chen Zhuo handed over the forms.

The senior student took the order and glanced at it.

"Chen Zhuo, exempt from Advanced Mathematics and English. Chu Ge, all subjects. Wang Dayong, exempt from English."

After the senior finished reading, he was just about to sigh and turn around to rummage through the paper.

Su Wei stood to the side, her voice steady and clear.

"The ones for all subjects are at the very bottom left, the bundle that exempts you from English is in the middle to the right, with half an empty cardboard box on top. The ones that exempt you from advanced mathematics and English are the thinnest stack, next to that empty cardboard box." The senior student paused for a moment, then walked in the direction she pointed.

After a quick flip, the three bundles of books were found neatly arranged.

The senior student moved the book to the table and gave a thumbs up.

"Junior, you're really smart."

Chu Ge stepped forward and picked up his bundle of books.

He glanced back at Su Wei, his eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

"Let's go."

Chen Zhuo picked up his book and said to Dayong.

Wang Dayong carried Su Wei's book in his left hand and his own book in his right, walking at the front.

"Su Wei, which way is the girls' dormitory?"

Su Wei followed beside him and pointed in a direction.

"there."

Four people walked out of the multimedia classroom.

The sun outside was still scorching, and the cicadas chirped incessantly.

Chu Ge walked beside Chen Zhuo, carrying a book.

"That girl is quite interesting."

Chu Ge said in a low voice.

Chen Zhuo looked at the backs of Wang Dayong and Su Wei in front of him.

"You have a very good memory."

"It's more than just good." Chu Ge curled his lip.

"With that one glance, she must have processed at least a hundred color variables in her mind. If she were to write code, she would definitely be a master at debugging." Chen Zhuo smiled but didn't reply.

There is a distance between the physics building and the girls' dormitory.

Wang Dayong walked very fast, with Su Wei following silently beside him.

We arrived at the girls' dormitory building.

Freshmen have just arrived, and the area downstairs in the dormitory is a mess, with people carrying luggage everywhere.

"Hey girl, I'll leave the book here for you." Wang Dayong wiped his sweat.

Wang Dayong glanced at the menacing dormitory supervisor at the building entrance and placed the book on the steps.

"Keep this cardboard to cushion your hand, don't strain yourself."

"Thanks."

Su Wei squatted down and placed the cardboard back under the rope.

She picked up the book and glanced at Chen Zhuo and the others.

"goodbye."

"See you later."