Cheng Jinyang received his life planning sheet.
A simple A4 paper, with his name already printed on it.
Below is "What You hope to do after graduating from high school".
Several options:
1. Further education (going to university).
2. Employment (finding a job).
3. Civil service (taking the civil service exam).
4. Flexible employment (none of the above).
He didn't hesitate to check option 4.
Going to university is meaningless; in this world, the significance of going to university lies only in the diploma. However, for Cheng Jinyang, a university diploma is not useful, after all...
Working is impossible; after school, Cheng Jinyang still has to quit his temporary job at the convenience store. With a wealthy fiancée and a financially capable cousin, why work?
Civil service is even more impossible. Although becoming a civil servant in Jiankang City is a stable job, this land is theoretically ruled by the emperor. If he becomes a civil servant (official), it's basically like joining the royal camp. After returning, Ah Zhi will probably kill him.
So, flexible employment it is.
After the class meeting, Cheng Jinyang handed in the life planning sheet.
The homeroom teacher, Teacher Sun, collected the planning sheet and returned to his office, only to find Wang Wanrou sitting in his chair, looking through the computer files about Cheng Jinyang.
"Tell me about it," she looked up and smiled.
So Teacher Sun briefed her on Cheng Jinyang's information: his grades are acceptable, in the middle range. His performance is also average, belonging to those who have a decent brain but don't study hard.
Such students are not uncommon among the lower-class families. They are usually those whose bloodline values are relatively high, and have already been predetermined by their corresponding noble families, so their future is already bright, and they start enjoying life leisurely.
"Do you have his blood concentration parameters?" Wang Wanrou asked calmly as she continued to look at the data.
"No," Teacher Sun replied, "The equipment for measuring blood concentration is quite expensive, and we need to rent it from a third party. The school plans to organize everyone to go to the nearest maternal and child health hospital for measurement before the upcoming graduation ceremony, by the end of next month."
"Let's do it earlier," Wang Wanrou said, "Let's talk to the principal about doing it next Monday."
"Alright."
"After the measurements are taken at the hospital, send me his blood concentration parameters."
"Speaking of the hospital," Teacher Sun hesitated, "Cheng Jinyang has been having some health issues."
"I've heard about that," Wang Wanrou frowned, "What exactly is the problem?"
"It seems to be depression," Teacher Sun said cautiously, "Dr. Zhou Xingzhi, the school doctor, should know better, but she has never mentioned it."
"Zhou Xingzhi?" Wang Wanrou set down the documents, "From the Ru'nan Zhou family?"
"Yes. Should I call her over?"
"No need," Wang Wanrou shook her head, smiling, "Let's leave it at this for now. You can go, teacher."
So Teacher Sun left, leaving only the sound of pages flipping in the office.
....
Before school ended, Cheng Jinyang had already roughly gone through "Cheng's Computational Method".
The idea of superpowers in this world needing algorithms might sound strange at first, but upon closer inspection, it makes perfect sense. Algorithms are essentially reflections of complexity. Only when superpowers themselves reach a certain level of complexity do they require algorithms for fine control.
Currently, the Iron Shooting Algorithm he mastered is actually the simplest "single function", also known as the "execution function", which controls the quality source. It sets a direction, and the quality source flies directly in that direction, simple yet crude. However, simplicity also means it's easy to evade.
It has been proven in dreams: if in an open environment, straight-line projectiles are easily dodged by demons, which is why he and Ah Zhi have to rely on narrow alleys for combat. Of course, relying on specific environments makes this tactic too limited.
Therefore, Cheng Jinyang's next thing to learn is called the "time function". As the name suggests, it involves adding a time variable to the function to achieve curved flight control of the target.
Taking the first question from Chapter Two "Time Functions" of "Cheng's Computational Methods" as an example, the original question is as follows:
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The enemies to the north are hiding behind cover. Assuming a gravity parameter of g=10, neglecting air resistance, the projectile originally needs to fly straight north for 4 seconds to hit the enemies. However, now the cover obstructs the projectile's flight path. What should be done?
The clever descendants of the Cheng family thought of using a time function.
They decided to angle the projectile's gravity 45 degrees northeast, and after a specific time, immediately change it to 45 degrees northwest, thus following a trajectory of a straight line plus a parabola, bypassing the cover to kill the enemies behind.
The question is: How long after flying northeast should the projectile change to northwest in order to hit the enemies?
(Please be precise to three decimal places)
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Cheng Jinyang drew a right-angled equilateral triangle, wrote down the formulas, and tapped away on the calculator. The answer was 1.3932 seconds.
Then he compared it with the answer below, 1.393 seconds.
Correct, haha.
Then, he saw the note below the answer and immediately felt a pang in his heart:
"If you didn't mentally calculate the result within 1 second, remember to participate in the family's brain domain development on time~"
Cheng Jinyang: ....
Well, it seems I'll have to return to the family one day.
I'll find time to talk to sister Xinnan.
The school bell rang, and Cheng Jinyang picked up his bag and headed home.
Upstairs in the office, Wang Wanrou had also finished reviewing all the documents and stood up.
There's nothing worth noting... just an ordinary student from a humble background, a high school senior.
She came to the French window and waited quietly for a while. Sure enough, she saw Cheng Jinyang carrying a bag, blending into the crowd of students and walking towards the school gate. It was inconvenient to meet him at school. As a direct member of the Wang family in Taiyuan and the third-grade supernatural's daughter, she would attract unnecessary attention even if she exchanged a few words with a commoner. It's better to go directly to his house.
So Wang Wanrou left the office and went downstairs. The students on the road spontaneously gave way to her. After all, no one dared to offend the Wang family of Taiyuan. The safest way to contact them was not to contact them at all.
"Oh, sister Xiao Pei!" As she walked out of the school gate, she suddenly saw someone on the side of the road and waved to her.
"Is that you, Rourou?" The young girl on the opposite side turned around. Zheng Qiupei, a sophomore at Jiankang University, and a direct member of the "Zheng family", one of the "Five Great Families", naturally knew Wang Wanrou, a direct member of the Wang family.
"What are you doing here?" Wang Wanrou crossed the street and came to her side, smiling and asking.
"I just came back from the Confucius Temple and was about to go back to school." Zheng Qiupei smiled and said, "Just met you here."
"Really?" Wang Wanrou blinked.
"Um, do you want to accompany me to buy clothes?" Zheng Qiupei invited her.
"Next time, today I'm going to Wujiang Town." Wang Wanrou showed a embarrassed look.
"Is that so?" Zheng Qiupei felt somewhat regretful, but she didn't ask why she was going to Wujiang Town.
The two beautiful girls walked side by side, attracting the attention of countless passersby as they proceeded along Zhongshan South Road.
A little further ahead, with a single hand carrying the bag on his back, Cheng Jinyang appeared somewhat listless.
He should walk to Zhangfuyuan Station first, take Line 1 of the subway, then transfer to Line S3 of the light rail tram to Wujiang Town. It would take about 34 minutes one way... Wang Wanrou pondered slightly and quickly calculated his next route.
Meanwhile, in a distant building, the rifle scope had been laid flat, and the crosshairs precisely locked onto Wang Wanrou's head.