More than half an hour later, at around 9:00 p.m., Chen Wenxin took Chu Fei and Yang Xiaozhu to set off, preparing to have a midnight snack.

The target location for midnight snacks: downtown, Su Baxian catering chain.

On the way, Yang Xiaozhu looked unhappy and sat in the back seat, his little nose wrinkled eighteen bends. Because of the words of the two ghost animals in the front row, Yang Xiaozhu could no longer understand.

In the front row, Chu Fei and Chen Wenxin fiercely discussed the details of spells. For example, how to use mathematical methods and physical rules in nature to achieve compression and strengthening of spells.

The wind blade compressed to 3 mm is not the limit!

You can also use changes in air density, fluid mechanics, aerodynamics, sound, etc. to continue to compress the wind blade.

Chen Wenxin stretched out his index finger, and a "wind blade" with a length of three millimeters and a diameter less than one millimeter appeared on his fingertips, and gently circled.

Seeing this wind blade, Chu Fei's sweat hair stood upside down. This was Chen Wenxin using an ultrasonic wavelength of 15 mm to compress a wind blade with a diameter of less than 1 mm.

Chen Wenxin gently tapped the titanium alloy keychain, and with a clang, the keychain was cut off.

Chu Fei looked at the keychain and thoughtful.

Although Chen Wenxin, the wind blade is so small that it is almost invisible, the calculations and data amount involved are beyond imagination.

The core of big data practice is "learning" and "knowledge". If you want to compress the wind blade, you can only use "knowledge" to solve the problem when the foundation remains unchanged.

Only by understanding all the physics knowledge and mathematical formulas involved in a wind blade can you continue to compress.

In the back row, Yang Xiaozhu looked at the sky speechlessly. Who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?

I can understand every word and every symbol that the two guys said in the first two, and I also know that they are discussing the wind of perception and wind blade; but... why do I still not understand?

After Chen Wenxin and Chu Fei finished discussing, they turned to ask Yang Xiaozhu, "Xiaozhu, do you understand?"

Yang Xiaozhu blinked her innocent big eyes, but there was a hint of moistness and a faint grievance in her big eyes. Her voice was low and she forced a smile: "What are you talking about?"

Chen Wenxin's mouth twitched, but finally he suddenly sighed. The genius girl Yang Xiaozhu could not keep up with Chu Fei's progress speed.

Then Chen Wenxin fell into silence. Many of the knowledge that had just been taught to Chu Fei were university knowledge. There were some theories that even went beyond the university scope.

Don't think that a small wind blade, a small wind of perception, is not worth mentioning. In fact, many of the spells that follow evolved from this small spell.

It will be clear if you make a metaphor: single-cell life is very ordinary, but almost all life on Earth evolved from single-cell life.

The more perfect this initial "single-cell life", the more wonderful your life will be.

If the foundation is not well established, it will be a little bit of a battle beyond the level in the future - no matter how luxuriant the towering trees are, they cannot stop the gecko of borers.

The atmosphere seemed a little silent.

Chu Fei looked at Yang Xiaozhu's eyes with tears in her eyes and couldn't help but make a face, "What's wrong, is this? Is this a loss of confidence?"

Yang Xiaozhu immediately became "vicious", with a fierce and fierce girl, "No sleep is allowed tonight, whoever goes to bed first will be the puppy!"

Chen Wenxin looked at the two students with a smile, with a faint smile on his face, and some sweet memories flashed in his mind.

The speed automatically fell and stopped. Chen Wenxin took the two of them to the booked private room. Yang Suliu had been waiting for a long time.

Today, there is also a middle-aged couple.

The man Chu Fei had met Yang Xiaozhu's father and the executive deputy director of the Qingzhou Municipal Education Bureau; the woman was naturally Yang Xiaozhu's mother.

Chu Fei stepped forward to greet him.

Uncle Yang held Chu Fei's hand and smiled, "Okay, okay, okay, what a boy."

Because the college entrance examination is approaching, I can only click this one.

Didn't you disturb your studies?"

Compared to the last time, Uncle Yang is much more enthusiastic.

Chu Fei smiled: "If this is also called disturbance, then I hope there will be disturbances every day."

Uncle Yang laughed, "Let's talk while eating."

Chen Wenxin first spoke, "Chu Fei, this afternoon, you said that the national anthem was effective against the invasion of the undead magic. How did you think of it?"

"It's very simple, and it's very clear from the perspective of faith.

The national anthem is actually a kind of faith, a powerful belief. It has long become an alternative mantra for hundreds of millions of people singing it for so many years.

A spell that can affect all the people of the country, and even make external enemies frightened.

If we use the words of practice to describe it, our national anthem is a war song, a war song that can inspire morale.”

"Well said!" Uncle Yang praised loudly, "Our national anthem is a war song, a war song that does not surrender to fate. He does not even surrender to fate, let alone the little god of death!

Come and drink one.”

Uncle Yang was very happy. He picked up the white wine and filled Chu Fei with it. The 150 ml water cup was full, and it was a little more protruding.

Chu Fei:...

Chu Fei didn't want to drink, but he was the old fox's opponent. As he persuaded him, he drank one cup and then another cup.

After drinking two consecutive glasses of white wine, Chu Fei felt dizzy.

Then Uncle Yang poured himself a drink, drank two and a half bottles of white wine in a plate of peanuts, and Chu Fei exclaimed that he was indeed an elite who had been tested in wine.

After drinking, everyone finally talked about Yang Xiaozhu.

As of now, Yang Xiaozhu can no longer catch up with Chu Fei.

With Chu Fei's progress, the "resonant reading" between Yang Xiaozhu and Chu Fei's duration became shorter and shorter, and Yang Xiaozhu became increasingly tired.

Judging from the current situation, if the distance between the two continues to widen, this miracle of resonance will gradually disappear.

Uncle Yang listened to Chen Wenxin's explanation and drank silently, sipped one by one.

After a while, he asked, "How is this kind of resonance?"

Chen Wenxin: "It is very rare. There are less than three digits of records. According to the records, once the gap between the two sides is too large, this resonance will disappear. This disappearance will suddenly disappear, without a slowing process.

Now Xiaozhu has begun to feel tired, which is a dangerous sign."

Uncle Yang nodded slowly, quite heavy, "In this way, I can only take the live broadcast route, gain fame, and collect universal faith.

But the power of faith has a backlash. The effect should be good in the first few years and it will make a leaps and bounds; but negative effects will soon appear."

Chen Wenxin squeezed out a little smile, "But as long as you always keep it perfect, Chu Fei, that's what you said at the beginning?"

All eyes were focused on Chu Fei.

Chu Fei was a little speechless. Teacher, you sold me in a blink of an eye.

However, Chu Fei nodded firmly. This state of resonance is also of great benefit to him.

Uncle Yang looked at Chu Fei and frowned and asked, "It is impossible to always keep it perfect. Can you tell me about your plans or ideas?"
Chapter completed!