Game of Destiny: This player is different

Qin Nuo guessed that the extra 10 points of sanity were due to the extraordinary life he met at the end.

He resisted the other party's psychic attack, which led to a small increase in sanity.

It was a small surprise.

Qin Nuo closed his eyes and continued to sleep until the next day.

On the last day of the May Day holiday, he did not do anything out of the ordinary.

Like an ordinary high school monk, he stayed at home at ease, reading, writing, playing games, and supplementing postures.

...

May 6th, the first day after the holiday.

Qin Nuo, wearing a red and white school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, rode a shared bicycle through the city streets with a bag of egg-filled pancakes in his left hand and a box of pure milk in his right hand, his hands off the handlebars in a chic posture.

He took two bites of pancakes and drank a sip of milk after riding for a while.

He was very fast, quite fast.

During the period, he turned, changed lanes, overtook, and squeezed in many times, ignoring the complaints of the hard-working office workers and the elderly along the way, and drove at full speed.

Finally, at 7:29, he arrived at the gate of Xiangyang Middle School.

There were many vehicles parked in front of the school gate to send students to school, and it was bustling and lively.

Ten students on duty stood on the left and right of the electric fence, divided into two rows, responsible for checking the wearing of student cards and bowing to the teachers.

Qin Nuo looked around with the corner of his eyes, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no prying sight.

It seems that there is no secret sentry from the 704th Bureau following nearby.

He put the plastic bag of egg-filled pancakes and the milk carton together, leaned back slightly, and imitated Curry's shooting posture, riding a horse and shooting an arrow to accurately throw the bag into the trash can several meters away.

Then he stepped on the pedal suddenly, making the shared bicycle slide forward automatically with great kinetic energy.

He jumped into the air, stepped on the handlebar with his left foot, stepped on the seat with his right foot, and stretched his arms horizontally.

Just like the surfer, he rode the shared bike and drove into the school gate quickly from a high position.

During the period, he changed the position of his left and right feet, retreated his center of gravity, pressed the shared bike backward, and lifted it up, with the front wheel floating in the air, and only the rear wheel touching the ground.

It was as if he was really surfing on the water.

A set of juggling movements was smooth and looked very cool.

However, it did not cause much waves.

The security guard at the door picked his ears and yawned out of boredom.

His familiarity with Qin Nuo was second only to his own thermos cup.

This kid has been doing crazy things since the first day of school.

What front flips, back flips, 720-degree aerial rotations, pole vaults, fast Z-shaped slides, Italian chandeliers, little bees, and table lotus flowers.

After a year, the old man was no longer surprised.

He even snorted disdainfully, thinking that Xiao Qin's work today was not new or fancy enough.

Only the junior high school students who were on duty and the parents who sent their children to school exclaimed that they had never seen the world.

This was Qin Nuo's daily life in high school.

A beautiful day starts with the work at the school gate.

After entering the campus, Qin Nuo rode a shared bicycle calmly and parked it in the carport.

Crossing the flag-raising square in the atrium, passing the green belt and the tree-lined path, and filling the 5L water bottle with water at the public water dispenser, he walked slowly to the second-year teaching building.

Lang Lang's morning reading sound came from the classroom. Qin Nuo held a large water bottle and walked leisurely in the corridor while drinking.

Whenever a classmate cast a look at him, he would nod and affirm with a kind smile.

It was as if the school leaders were concerned about the students.

Although he was late, he was not panicked at all.

With his excellent grades, which ranked first in the grade and even the city, Qin Nuo reached a private agreement with his class teacher in the second semester of his senior year.

On the premise of ensuring that his grades did not decline, he successfully obtained a unique "late + early leave" annual card in the whole school.

Old class teacher, after all, you don't want to be squeezed out by other teachers during the annual evaluation.

Milk powder and diapers are very expensive now. Without the year-end bonus, your children can only use cheap Seventh Degree Space and domestic three-way.

Qin Nuo smiled and passed by classrooms one by one.

Class 1, Class 2, Class 3... Class 6.

Here we are.

He stopped, strode into the classroom from the back door, and came to his seat.

The second to last row and the window.

The exclusive position of the protagonist in Japanese campus anime.

His deskmate Fu Xiaodie glanced at him, didn't say much, and continued to read the textbook in the morning.

The other students didn't feel abnormal.

Used to it.

If Qin Nuo entered the classroom on time one day and memorized his notes in a serious manner, they would probably find it strange.

Qin Nuo put down his schoolbag and took out textbooks, notes, and homework from it.

Although he was late, left early, slept in class, and often asked questions on exams,He handed in the paper before the exam and talked about his ideal life with the invigilator, but his attitude towards learning was still correct.

At least the handwriting on the textbook and notes was very neat and clean.

He was the kind of examiner who felt comfortable reading the paper.

A short morning reading passed.

Fu Xiaodie took advantage of the 10-minute break to poke Qin Nuo with a pencil, and sneered in an interrogative tone: "Xiao Qinzi, why didn't you contact me during the May Day holiday? Are you having an affair outside? Answer honestly."

"I loved you, no date, save you, save you, no money, haha, another day..."

Qin Nuo gave more than a dozen standard answers in a row, indicating that he was firm in his position.

And he guaranteed with his personality that he was definitely not confused by the vixen outside during the May Day holiday, and he had been honestly doing questions at home.

"Humph, who told you to say that?"

Fu Xiaodie's face flushed slightly, and she rolled her eyes, saying, "I'm going to believe you." She continued, "Since you study so hard, you must have gained something. Tell me about it."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm all ears."

Qin Nuo shrugged, quickly prepared a draft, and then looked at his childhood sweetheart with a serious face: "Someone asked me that the upper limit of speed is the speed of light, so what is the upper limit of temperature? Then I have been studying this problem."

Fu Xiaodie tilted her head and thought for a while: "Temperature is the thermal motion of molecules, and temperature is a description of the feeling of heat. Heat has no upper limit, so there is no upper limit to temperature."

"No."

Qin Nuo shook his head in denial: "Temperature has an upper limit, you see."

He took a pen and wrote a formula on the notebook, kT=mc².

"k is the Boltzmann constant, c is the beam, when m is equal to mp, which is the Planck mass, Tmax is equal to Tp, which is equal to mp*c²/k, which is equal to 1.4*10^32K. The Kelvin temperature value obtained in this way is the upper limit."

"..."

Fu Xiaodie's face was full of black lines.

She knew that the formula written by Qin Nuo was the mass-energy equation.

But he was able to relate temperature to nuclear physics, and he said it so seriously.

This bragging skill is really inferior to others.

"Just be happy."

Seeing that this kid was unwilling to tell the truth, Fu Xiaodie was too lazy to continue asking questions. She left a universal answer and began to prepare for the start of the next class.