Chapter 73: The Pearl Is Covered in Dust but Its Brilliance Cannot Be Obscured (25)

Jiang Li had just answered the phone, and before he could even say a few words, he heard Gu Wenjing on the other side yelling: "Why did it take you so long to answer? Old man Jiang, are you too old to walk?"

"Old man Gu, if you stop talking nonsense, you, a busy man like you, can take the initiative to come to me. Isn't it a big deal?"

Jiang Li snorted, "If you say a few nice words, I'll be merciful and willing to help you."

Gu Wenjing has always been gentle and polite to outsiders and juniors. Only people who know him well know this man's violent temper.

Gu Wenjing yelled at him angrily: "You old man Jiang, you lied to me and you still want me to say good things to you? Go ahead and dream!"

"What did I lie to you about?" Jiang Li felt that he couldn't bear the blame.

Gu Wenjing said confidently: "Your student, Shen Minghuan, who is a teacher in Mutian Village, Tong County, I met him today."

"...you went to Mutian Village yourself?" Jiang Li frowned. Although he mentioned letting Gu Wenjing see Shen Minghuan, it was more of a joke. The road in the small mountain village was rugged and difficult. How could Gu Wenjing still be like this despite his age? Love to show off?

"That's not true. I met him in the Tong County Library. Hey, old man Jiang, you don't know that Tong County is remote, but this library is really well built and has a lot of books in it." Gu Wenjing praised .

Jiang Li frowned: "Ming Huan went to study? Yes, he has always been very studious. But you said I lied to you, does it have anything to do with Ming Huan?"

Gu Wenjing thought that this man had a guilty conscience, but Jiang Li's tone was filled with pure confusion, and he obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had said.

Gu Wenjing was helpless: "Old Jiang, your demands are too high, aren't you? Shen Minghuan doesn't have a strong foundation and unstable temperament like you said. I think he is obviously very good."

Hearing his colleague and friend praising his student and his favorite junior, Jiang Li's lips curled up unconsciously: "How can you say it is so exaggerated? Don't I understand my student? There are some clever things, but they still need to be honed more. , far from excellent.”

Both of them felt that what the other said was just for the occasion, just like an outsider visiting the house and praising the host's child. Jiang Li felt that Gu Wenjing was commercially flattering, and Gu Wenjing felt that Jiang Li was pretending to be modest.

Neither of them felt that the other party was telling the truth, so they missed the opportunity to discover the changes in Shen Minghuan.

Gu Wenjing said strangely: "But you are willing to give it up. The conditions in Tong County, let alone Mutian Village, are not as good as those in Kyoto. I heard that Shen Minghuan is in poor health. He has only been here for such a short time. Got sick a lot."

He recalled what he saw in the library. Those students were at the age where they were naughty and mischievous. They were restrained for fear that Shen Minghuan would be angry. This showed that the other student's health was not very good.

"Have you been sick many times?" Jiang Li was a little anxious: "Although Ming Huan has never suffered hardship since he was a child, he rarely gets sick. His health is not so bad when he is at home."

"Well, maybe it's just acclimatization. Young people nowadays are more pampered." Gu Wenjing originally wanted to laugh at Jiang Li for being so uncool, but he suddenly thought of Pei Shu, and felt that his performance really did not qualify him to laugh at others.

Saving others by himself, Gu Wenjing sighed, "Old Jiang, since you are so worried, just call him back. Oh, yes, and ask him to bring his students with him, and I will pay for it!"

Gu Wenjing suddenly became excited.

How could Jiang Li be willing to let Shen Minghuan go to such a far and backward place? But he will grow old, and Shen Minghuan will always learn to grow up and go on an unknown journey on his own.

But Jiang Li felt distressed after all, otherwise he would not have let Shen Minghuan back so easily, and would have even written to him personally.

He thought worriedly, it's not okay to be in such poor health. No one can take care of this person for the rest of his life. How about letting Yiwen train Minghuan later?

Jiang Li smiled while thinking and replied to Gu Wenjing: "Are you praising your talents again? Who said you didn't want to accept students in the first place?"

After Pei Shu was restricted from returning to China, Gu Wenjing looked depressed for a long time and was not interested in anything except doing research.

"What you say is meant to break. Old Man Jiang, you haven't seen those children, otherwise you would be moved. They are so outstanding... so outstanding..."

Gu Wenjing finally found a satisfactory description: "It's a complete mess."

Jiang Li: "..."

Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, I seemed to be able to feel the excellence of the children.

"If you train him well, he may be as good as Pei Shu. Especially the kid called the squad leader, who is only about ten years old, can already calculate the gravitational acceleration of celestial satellites using the equations of the law of gravity." Gu Wenjing's voice was fierce. The ground is high, and you can imagine his excitement just by listening to his tone.

Shen Minghuan is a good teacher, but such a genius undoubtedly needs better guidance and training.

Gu Wenjing patted the table: "Old man Jiang, prepare a meeting gift for your nephew and me. I will definitely take them all back!"

*

The next day, Shen Minghuan sent the children to the library again. After giving some instructions, he disappeared again.

Although the students were curious about what he was going to do, they didn't ask. They had already learned two words, namely "people have many eyes," and "walls have ears."

Not long after, Gu Wenjing also came.

Gu Wenjing was just trying his luck, but unexpectedly he saw them in the library, and he was very happy. He knew that the children were opposed to going to Kyoto, so he just pretended that he had never said this.

Gu Wenjing also took out a book and read it. From time to time he got up and walked around, answering a few questions for the children in a low voice.

He explained more clearly than Yun Gou'er, and the children gradually tended to ask Gu Wenjing for advice when they encountered difficulties.

After all, they already knew that this person was "the teacher's teacher's friend", so they were no longer vigilant as yesterday, and they all treated Shen Minghuan with a well-behaved and polite attitude and never tired of learning.

Gu Wenjing was even more excited, and he wanted to pack them up and take them with him to teach them 24 hours a day.

Yun Gou'er was also happy to be free, so he could save more time to study.

Moreover, he was the person for help from everyone in the class before, and he could only save up his questions and ask Shen Minghuan at night. Now with Gu Wenjing, his doubts can be answered immediately.

Gu Wenjing didn't ask where Shen Minghuan was going, not because he was not curious, but as soon as Xu Yi mentioned this name, the students collectively stared at them with vigilant and suspicious eyes, so they had to give up.

—— Although Shen Minghuan said it didn't matter yesterday, Zhou Dazhuang was still scolded by his parents when he went back, and all the children were also lectured again.

Shen Minghuan sneezed, and then swaggered and knocked on the door of the noodle shop with a "Closed" sign.

After he made a big fuss yesterday, Han Aimin didn't dare to let anyone follow him again, for fear that he would catch him and take the opportunity to cheat him out of money, so no one greeted him in advance today.

The door opened a crack, and Han Aiguo's head poked out: "Sorry, we are closed today... Ah, it's Mr. Shen, please come in, big brother was just talking about you."

"Really?" Shen Minghuan was moved: "What did he talk about me?"

Han Aiguo's face froze, pretending not to hear, turned his head and shouted inside: "Big brother, Mr. Shen is here."

Han Aimin hurried over with messy hair.

He heard the name of the devil in a trance in his sleep, and was awakened by fright. What's more terrifying is that when he woke up, he found that the devil really came and ran out without even wearing his shoes.

In ancient times, Zhou Gong spit out food, and now there are spies from the United States who welcome people with their shoes turned upside down.

Shen Minghuan was very pleased, but it did not prevent him from maintaining his personality.

"Oh no, sir." Shen Minghuan covered his mouth exaggeratedly and said with disdain: "How can you come out without washing your face? There is a big eye booger in the corner of your eye."

Han Aimin's psychological endurance has improved a lot compared to before. He paused for only a second, and then quickly smiled and said: "Sorry, my friend, I was busy too late last night for you and Professor Frost, and I just went to bed. I came here immediately after hearing the news of your arrival."

Invisibly, he sold a wave of misery, expressed his dedication to him, and condemned this person for disturbing his sleep.

Han Aimin felt that if Shen Minghuan still had a conscience, he should apologize guiltily and promise to speak well in the future.

Shen Minghuan's face showed a trace of panic. He said cautiously: "But sir, you are so stupid, so useless, and so ugly, how can you sleep at night?"

"..." Han Aimin smiled falsely and wisely skipped this topic. He walked forward and took Shen Minghuan in friendly: "Shen, I didn't expect you to come today."

They just met yesterday. Han Aimin thought that with Shen Minghuan's dowry, the next meeting would be delayed until ten days or half a month later.

"Please don't get close to me, sir." Shen Minghuan avoided his hand and said resistingly: "I guess you haven't brushed your teeth yet. I'm afraid you have bad breath. Oh my God, it will stink me."

It was not until Shen Minghuan was one meter away from him that he was relieved and said calmly: "I showed you the design drawings yesterday. The missile and the protective shield have special requirements for materials. I'm afraid you will make mistakes and waste money. I will explain it to you in detail today."

The design drawings he gave seemed to be very detailed about the production of each component, but in fact they were useless.

Just like making a cake, he wrote in detail how much water, milk, and sugar were needed, and what steps to put in. He even drew a picture to tell them the shape of the cake, but he didn't tell them how to make the oven.

The most critical steps were in Shen Minghuan's mind, but someone needed to squeeze the milk and extract the sugar, and Shen Minghuan was too lazy to do these.

Han Aimin's face was a little more sarcastic towards Shen Minghuan, which made his fake smile become a little sincere.

In fact, as soon as Shen Minghuan left yesterday, the command headquarters far away in M ​​country had almost prepared the materials, and even Errol and others had begun to study them. If there would be waste, it must have been almost wasted now.

But Han Aimin did not doubt Shen Minghuan. How could this stupid Chinese guess that their great M country would have such a speed? I'm afraid he still thinks that he reminded it in time.

"Thank you, my friend. Congress will remember everything you have done for us."

Han Aimin smiled: "But please wait a moment, I will go wash up first."

*

"Sir, first of all, I hope the shell of the missile is T5 type molten steel. Oh, you should not know T5 type yet? That is the name I gave myself. It is very simple. Just use ^qUx plus Jg$c, inject tY9 solution when the # X-Q condition is reached, and finally %#x-on:*."

"I need the size of the parts to be accurate to nanometers. You know, scientific research must be rigorous, and then 9Y5)8\ # ..." Shen Minghuan talked freely.

Han Aimin tried to remember at first, and his face became paler as he listened, until he couldn't help yawning.

Han Aimin: "..."

Shen Minghuan stopped chanting the spell, he looked at Han Aimin in confusion, and asked with curiosity: "Sir, why are you so stupid and don't like to study? Have you given up on yourself?"

Han Aimin felt that he was becoming more and more able to ignore Shen Minghuan's words. He thought that if he had had this ability back then, he would not have impulsively contradicted the instructor and then been sent to this damn country of China, let alone met the devil Shen Minghuan!

Sure enough, everything is retribution, fate is reincarnation, and the suffering he suffers today is all the sins he committed in the past.

Han Philosopher Aimin squeezed out a stiff smile: "Shen, can you write this down?"

He had always been proud of his instant memory ability, but he never expected that he would encounter a major Waterloo.

"Of course not, sir. It's easy to make mistakes in understanding words. And I can tell you personally. If you don't understand, you can still ask. Oh, cold paper is not as friendly as me." Shen Minghuan said seriously.

But damn he doesn’t understand anything! He's just a spy! Don’t engage in scientific research!

Han Aimin couldn't sit still, "Shen, I think I should go to the bathroom first."

Shen Minghuan looked at him with difficulty, and sighed sadly: "Although I know that all bad students use this excuse to skip class, but... okay, okay, you go ahead."

Han Aimin stood up quickly and even accidentally knocked over his chair. However, he didn't even bother to look back and rushed straight into the more secluded back room.

Without any caution as before, Han Aiming moved the equipment out with rough movements.

Admiral Rice happened to be on guard, and he picked up the communication: "Han..."

"Sir, please stop talking. Listen to me." Han Aimin interrupted Admiral Rice "daringly", closed his eyes and started reciting, fearing that he would forget if he was too late for a second.

"Sir, first of all, I hope the shell of the missile is..."

It only took three seconds for General Rice to go from anger at the beginning to confusion and then to understanding. Perhaps infected by Han Aimin's attitude, he also became a little anxious: "Wait, Han, don't say anything yet. Where is Mr. Errol? Please come over, gentlemen!"

After some chaos, General Rice said to the anxious Han Aimin: "It's okay, Han, you have to say it again."

Han Aimin was like an emotionless repeater: "Sir, first of all, the missile..."

"Wait a minute, what is T5 type molten steel?" Mr. Errol asked.

Han Aimin collapsed a little, "I'm about to say something! I'm about to say something, sir, please don't interrupt me again."

He continued to recite: "Oh, you probably don't know the T5 type yet..."

Errol and others: "..."

I guess I really don't know.

"Wait a minute, what is tY9 solution?" Mr. Errol couldn't help but ask again.

Han Aimin: "..."

Errol realized later: "Oh, you were about to say that, right? I won't interrupt you, please continue."

Han Aimin: "..."

Han Aimin stood up and said, "Sorry sir, please wait a moment."

He rushed out of the room and ran to Shen Minghuan panting: "Shen, what is tY9 solution?"

"You've been here for a long time, sir, have you eaten up? And we've already talked about parts. Why didn't you tell me earlier if you had any questions?" Shen Minghuan complained dissatisfiedly, but explained dutifully: "The tY9 solution is Heat JQ%Z to..."

Han Aimin nodded, "Sorry Shen, I think I need to go to the bathroom again."

Before Shen Minghuan agreed, he quickly returned along the same route: "tY9 solution is..."

"Okay, I get it." Mr. Errol asked again: "So what should be done to make x-on:QU become aXR?"

Han Aimin: "..."

So now he not only has to remember Shen Minghuan's spell, but also Mr. Errol's backlash, right?

Admiral Rice, who yawned twice on the side, endured his sleepiness and took the device, "Han, can't you come back after asking everything clearly?"

He became increasingly frustrated with this incompetent subordinate.

Han Ai Minsheng complained hopelessly: "I'm sorry, sir, but when you recruited people, you didn't mention any requirements for educational level!"

Mr. Errol was also very dissatisfied, "Admiral, can't we talk to Shen directly?"

Who knows if this stupid spy made any omissions when relaying his story. There is no room for mistakes in scientific research.

Admiral Rice mused.

A quarter of an hour later.

Shen Minghuan roared at the communication device: "I really can't believe it, God, you are so stupid that it scares me. Don't you even know #BQ%*?"

"Oh my God, if you even want to ask RtKBivO, I suggest you start over from 1 1."

Shen Minghuan's teaching was mixed with curses. Mr. Errol and the others had to hold back their anger at first, but later they felt inexplicably guilty because of their low IQ.

It was as if their teacher was standing across from them, scolding them for being incompetent, while Errol and the others were deeply aware of their own stupidity and were reluctant to say anything.

"I'm sorry Shen, I still don't quite understand what you just said. Can you say it again?"

"Are you listening at all? Oh my god, I can't stand it anymore. Errol, I've told you twice. I'm going to tell you one last time..."

"..."

"That's all for today. You won't be able to remember if I talk too much. Damn it, you guys are so stupid that it scares me!" Shen Minghuan angrily threw the device down.

Han Aimin's eyelids jumped heavily when he heard the "pop" sound, but when he saw that Mr. Errol and his commander, General Rice, were both being scolded by the Chinese scholar as their grandsons, he was even more afraid to speak.

Han Aimin carefully looked at a piece of equipment and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was still intact.

He diligently brought a glass of water with honey in it: "Shen, my dear friend, you have worked so hard."

Even if Han Aimin was just watching from the side, he deeply felt the stupidity of Errol and others and the collapse of Shen Minghuan.

Is this the most outstanding scientist in M ​​country at present? It really makes people worry about the future of M country.

Shen Minghuan drank it unceremoniously. He was clearly scolding people arrogantly, but he had the nerve to make a wronged expression: "Sir, I still can't believe it. Are they deliberately playing me? Can people really be so stupid?"

Han Aimin coaxed a three-year-old child, "Shen, believe me, they are not playing you, they are just really not smart, please don't dislike them, okay?"

"For your sake, okay." Shen Minghuan was still a little depressed, "But you know, sir, I am a teacher, and it costs money to take my class."

"Oh I know, don't worry, we won't take advantage of you." Han Aimin waved his hand and said heroically.

Oh my god, Shen was willing to teach Errol and the others patiently just for his sake. God, he is so great!

Han Anmin was so happy that he cried and was so moved that he couldn't express it in words.