The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Jiang Beiyu didn't answer her question immediately, but instead asked, "Haven't you heard of it?"

Su Nanzhi thought she hadn't heard of it, but she couldn't believe it.

Su, who read thousands of volumes of books, just listened to it, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Jiang Beiyu's answer proved that her guess was correct: "It's the Poincaré conjecture. I want to publish a paper recently, so I came to study it."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

For a moment, she stared at her math competition teacher with complicated eyes, and began to wonder if there was something wrong with his mind.

Su Nanzhi believed that the publication of papers he mentioned was of course not published in Peking University journals, of course publishing papers in Peking University was already awesome enough.

Ordinary people publish this kind of paper, and sometimes even the instructor has to guard against it, but the one in front of her directly told her all the ideas.

Fool.

Teacher Jiang, a strange man who combines genius and mental retardation.

For the sake of getting along a few times during this period of time, and because this is a descendant of her boyfriend's same clan, Su Nanzhi gave him a loving look, "Mr. Jiang, I don't want this kind of information in the future. It’s good to tell others.”

After all, her little brain doesn't want to listen to such complicated questions anymore.

The pen tip in Jiang Beiyu's hand drew a trace with a little force on the paper to finish, then turned to look at the little girl, and smiled brightly: "What's wrong? Will you reveal it?"

Su Nanzhi won't.

So she said, "I'm talking about someone else."

Jiang Beiyu groaned in his heart, and smiled even brighter, "As long as you don't reveal it, it will be fine."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

Her intuition told her that something was wrong with Jiang Beiyu, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

So, Su Nanzhi looked at him more lovingly: I'm afraid this kid is stupid for studying math problems.

Jiang Beiyu didn't know if he was stupid or not. If they didn't eat their dinner, the food would be cold.

However, when Teacher Jiang decided to go to dinner again, he suddenly noticed an important point: "Have you finished your questions?"

Su Nanzhi: "..."

If she is guilty, let the law punish her.

Jiang Beiyu knew what was going on by looking at her expression, "After dinner, you can cook it before going to rest."

Su Nanzhi: "???"

so ruthless?

Jiang Beiyu ignored the resistance on the little girl's face, "There is a question here that will be commented on tomorrow morning, how can you not do it?"

Su Nanzhi: "?"

Then why didn't you say which one it was from the beginning?

Jiang Beiyu had already gone up to see if she had won the question, and then regretfully took out the paper that he was going to comment on tomorrow from the bottom.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

Mistake.

The dog is still Teacher Jiang's dog.

The face of an angel and the heart of a devil are well-deserved.

Su Nanzhi: I would like to call it a dog thing.

Uncle Chef has recently been stimulated by a sudden salary increase to improve his cooking skills by leaps and bounds.

Su Nanzhi looked at the steamed crucian carp and stir-fried beef slices on the table, and felt that she could bear Jiangbeiyu a little longer.

Sure enough, food makes people strong.

Jiang Beiyu coughed twice: "Su Xiaozhi, be more conscious, what can be eaten as little as possible, you can decide for yourself."

Su Nanzhi stared at the table intently: "Okay."

Into the left ear and out of the right ear.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

This is really a little greedy cat.

He chuckled under his breath.