My IQ has been increasing year by year.

Chapter 68 Roast Duck is Delicious

There was no cheering.

There were no complaints.

He didn't even have the strength to speak.

Everyone quietly wound up the multimeter wires and put it back in its place.

They piled up the old motherboards covered in marks on the podium.

Lin Yi stretched out his arms.

The bones made a slight cracking sound.

She casually swept the things on the table into her canvas bag.

Several people lined up and went to the sink in the corner of the laboratory to wash their hands.

Turn on the rusty faucet.

The water washed away the dust and black oxides from my fingers.

Zhou Kai walked last and locked the heavy wooden door to the laboratory.

Six people.

Go down the somewhat dimly lit stairs.

The atmosphere was very quiet.

Everyone stepped onto the stairs.

No one spoke up.

Lin Yi walked at the very front.

The canvas shoes made a slight scraping sound as they dragged on the steps.

Walked to the lobby on the first floor.

When we were about to leave the teaching building.

"Gurgle~"

A loud, even somewhat agonizing sound of intestinal churning echoed through the empty hall.

Several people stopped in their tracks.

Wang, who spoke little, clutched his stomach.

He leaned against a pillar in the lobby, looking weak.

"I can't take it anymore—"

His voice was weak and feeble.

"The vegetarian food in the cafeteria can't save me anymore."

"I feel like I could swallow a whole cow right now, I have to eat meat."

Zhou Kai glanced at him and shook his head helplessly.

He himself felt his stomach was empty and uncomfortably empty, as if there was a fire burning inside.

Lin Yi, who was walking in front, turned around.

His eyes lit up instantly.

"I second that!"

She raised one hand, as if she were answering a question in class.

"It's immoral to have dinner without meat. I know there's a Nanjing roast duck restaurant outside the school gate; their duck skin is incredibly delicious."

Miao Shi'an is walking in the middle.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His white shirt was still clean, only the cuffs were rolled up.

"Then let's go to the Nanjing Roast Duck restaurant near the school gate."

"6

Miao Shi'an's tone was extremely gentle, as natural as if he were stating an ordinary plan.

Everyone was exhausted this afternoon.

"This meal is on me, consider it a good mental boost."

No one cheered, and no one refused to participate.

At this moment of extreme hunger, someone suggested eating meat and offering to treat everyone—it's like an angel descending to earth and Jesus reappearing!

Miao Shi'an turned his head.

Looking at Lin Yi standing at the very front.

"Lin Yi, want to come together?"

The evening sun shone on Lin Yi's light blue short-sleeved shirt.

She didn't have the typical girl's awkwardness or politeness.

She nodded very readily.

"Sure," she said with a grin. "Why not go when someone's treating? But I'm not going to wait in line."

"You don't need to queue."

Miao Shi'an smiled.

Six people.

They formed a strange team.

I walked out of the gate of the High School Affiliated to the Normal University.

Outside the school gate.

In front of that Nanjing roast duck stall.

The atmosphere was very lively.

Rows of roast ducks hung in the glass display case, their skins displaying an enticing jujube-red color.

Grease was dripping from below.

The boss's cleaver clattered loudly on the cutting board.

The area was filled with ordinary middle school students leaving school.

They were chattering away.

Six people dressed in regular clothes stood at the edge of the group of students.

It seemed somewhat out of place.

Wang Shuo Shao stared at the roast duck in the glass display case and swallowed hard.

He quickly did a mental calculation.

"The six of us—"

Wang, a man of few words, lowered his voice and discussed the matter with Zhou Kai, who was sitting next to him.

"This duck looks quite big."

"Shouldn't we have chopped most of it? Then one of us should go to the cafeteria and buy a bowl of rice for two cents."

"If it's only half a bird, there might not be enough meat to go around."

This is the 2002 year.

The pocket money of an average junior high school student is carefully calculated, with each penny or two going towards it.

Even when someone else is treating, I will instinctively consider whether there is enough food or whether it is too expensive.

Miao Shi'an stood beside them.

He overheard Wang's mutterings.

But he didn't participate in this discussion about share and cost at all.

He took a step forward quite naturally.

I walked up to the cutting board.

"Boss."

Miao Shi'an's voice was not loud, but it was very clear.

"Both whole ducks, chopped up."

The boss, holding a kitchen knife, paused for a moment.

"Two? Young man, two is quite a lot. How many of you are eating?"

"Pack them in two large bags."

Miao Shi'an did not answer the boss's question.

His tone was calm.

"Pour in two more spoonfuls of sweet sauce, please hurry."

Followed by.

He casually pulled a brand-new, creased one-hundred-yuan bill from the breast pocket of his white shirt.

In 2002.

One hundred yuan is a huge sum of money for a junior high school student.

Miao Shi'an made no show of it.

He didn't hold the money up high.

He didn't look back at his roommates to seek approval or gratitude for having spent such a large sum of money.

He did it like handing over a one-dollar coin.

Calmly, he placed the red 100-yuan bill on the edge of the greasy cutting board.

Then, stand quietly to the side and wait.

the whole process.

He didn't even blink.

There was no price inquiry, no waiting for change, and even the question of whether there was enough food that Wang, who was usually quiet, had been struggling with was completely erased by this brutally large quantity.

Zhou Kai and Wang Huashao, who were standing at the back, exchanged a glance.

Neither of them spoke.

He Gui stood in the corner, looking at the hundred-yuan bill with a somewhat evasive gaze.

Chen Zhuo simply pushed up his glasses.

He remained standing there calmly.

His mind had already drifted to his plans for the evening.

Lin Yi stood to the side, completely ignoring whether it was a hundred yuan or not.

Her heart was completely captivated by the ducks in the shop window.

She leaned closer and pointed at one of the ducks through the glass.

"Boss, cut that one! That one looks fat!"

She swallowed hard, making no attempt to hide her craving for food.

"Cut those two big duck legs out separately and put them on top!"

Zhou Kai watched from the side and smiled helplessly.

Not long after.

Wang Huashao and Zhou Kai each carried a plastic bag filled with roast duck pieces.

The group entered the cafeteria of the High School Affiliated to the Normal University.

In a corner on the first floor.

Two red plastic dining tables were put together.

The two plastic bags were opened.

The rich aroma of roast duck, with its caramel-like fragrance, instantly filled the air.

Next to it were six stainless steel plates, filled with the cheapest white rice in the cafeteria.

No one was engaging in lofty discussions.

No one politely offered each other food.

This is a purely dry meal, existing solely for the purpose of prolonging life.

Wang Huashao grabbed a piece of duck leg with skin and meat on and stuffed it into his mouth.

He mumbled something indistinctly, saying "delicious," and then began to wolf down his food.

A bite of meat, a big mouthful of rice.

Zhou Kai held chopsticks.

Pick up a piece of roast duck and dip it in the red sweet sauce.

He ate very hard.

It was as if he wanted to chew up and swallow the piece of duck meat along with the frustration he felt in the black-box experiment that afternoon.

Chen Zhuo ate quickly but methodically.

He doesn't pick and choose what part of the food he picks up; he eats whatever is picked up.

The bones were neatly arranged on the edge of the plate.

Miao Shi'an had the most refined eating manners.

He chewed slowly and deliberately, occasionally wiping the grease from the corners of his mouth with a tissue he carried with him.

Lin Yi sat opposite Zhou Kai.

She was extremely focused on eating.

Completely lacking any girlish reserve, she picked up a piece of crispy skin covered in fat and put it directly into her mouth.

"tasty!"

She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, her cheeks puffed out.

When Wang Huashao picked up some meat, his movements were so large that the sauce on his chopsticks dripped onto the rim of Lin Yi's bowl.

Lin Yi glanced at him.

"Shut up, Wang. Keep your movements down, or you'll look like a starving ghost reincarnated."

She made a casual, teasing remark.

"Oh, I'm starving."

Wang spoke in a sparse and unclear manner, but his hands did not slow down.

As Lin Yi ate, his gaze fell on Zhou Kai's plate across from him.

On the edge of Zhou Kai's plate, there were still a few pieces of duck ribs with skin and meat still attached.

Lin Yi naturally reached out with his chopsticks.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

He grabbed the biggest piece of spare rib.

"Huh?" Zhou Kai was stunned for a moment, looking at his empty plate.

"Vice Captain, you're only eating lean meat, that's not good."

Lin Yi stuffed the ribs into his mouth with a straight face, chewing them until his mouth was full of oil.

"Let me help you with that."

Zhou Kai was both amused and exasperated.

"Captain, there's still so much left in the bag, why did you have to take what's on my plate?"

"Stealthed incense."

Lin Yi crushed the cartilage with a snap.

Two whole ducks.

In less than twenty minutes.

It turned into a pile of clean bones.

The rice in the six plates was almost gone.

"That feels so good."

Lin Yi took out a tissue and wiped his mouth vigorously.

She touched her slightly bulging belly, completely disregarding her image.

6:30.

There are very few people left in the cafeteria.

Everyone quietly cleaned up their plates and threw them into the recycling bin.

Pack your things.

I walked out of the cafeteria.

It was already getting dark.

The streetlights came on, casting a dim, yellowish light on the sycamore trees.

They carried the strong smell of roast duck and still felt lingering fatigue.

Following that familiar path, I walked back to the administration building.

Lin Yi dragged his feet, walking at the very back.

He muttered complaints under his breath as he walked.

"To ask someone to use their brain right after a meal is inhumane—"

Climb up to the third floor.

Push open the door to the lecture hall.

The stark white fluorescent lights were all on.

Professor Wang was not on the podium.

There was only one young man.

He stood there expressionless, wearing a clean white shirt.

On the lectern in front of him.

There were three thick stacks of exam papers, stapled together.

It smelled strongly of freshly printed ink.

The six people each went to their seats from this morning and sat down.

One set for each person.

He picked up the test papers and handed them to Zhou Kai and Lin Yi in the first row.

"Pass it on."

The paper was passed from hand to hand.

Chen Zhuo received the exam paper.

It's very thick.

The page was full size, a total of eight pages.

The page was covered with charts, complex force analysis diagrams, and long passages of text descriptions.

At the top is a line of bold text: Compilation of the final questions of the National Junior High School Physics Competition over the years.

Lin Yi looked at the thick stack of papers in front of him.

He let out a deep sigh.

There will be no teacher giving a lecture during evening self-study tonight.

He looked at the junior high school students below.

The voice sounded utterly emotionless under the stark white light.

"The task is to prepare these three sets of exam papers."

"No whispering, no turning the pages of books."

"Collect papers promptly at 10:30."

"I'll talk about it tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a chair in front of the podium and sat down.

I picked up a university physics textbook and stopped looking at them.

In the lecture hall.

The delicious Nanjing roast duck I just ate.

At that moment, it felt as if a heavy stone had instantly formed in my stomach.

As the digestive system draws blood away, waves of drowsiness begin to wash over the brain.

During the day, it's a double torture of experiments and theories; at night, it's a relentless, unpretentious sea of ​​problems.

Zhou Kai took a deep breath.

He reached out and rubbed his slightly throbbing temples.

Wang slapped his cheeks hard, trying to clear his head.

Lin Yi still rested his chin on one hand.

Looking at the first complex pulley system multi-body motion question on the test paper.

A rare hint of irritation flashed in his eyes.

Chen Zhuo was sitting in the second row.

There were no unnecessary movements.

He calmly took out the transparent gel pen with the ink already quite low from his bag.

Remove the pen cap.

Place a piece of draft paper underneath.

Under the stark white fluorescent light.

A few occasional chirps of insects drifted in from outside the window.

And the scratching sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.