Fox of France

　　 "Hey, Napoleon, aren't you good at math? Why didn't you solve a problem today?" On the way to the library, a classmate caught up from behind and yelled at Napoleon grinning.

　　 Napoleon frowned, but said nothing. But another student next to him responded unconvincedly: "Bonova, those questions are really too difficult. I dare say that although Teacher Joseph finally explained the original questions, you still won’t I did. Because you don’t even understand the title!"

"So what? I never boasted that I am good at math." Bonova laughed loudly. "There will be another military geometry class in two days. Then, we will look at our math geniuses. There will be another problem that can't be done!"

　　 Bonova smiled, but turned a corner, and embarked on a different path-a noble student like him who came to gilded would not have gone to the library to teach himself after class.

　　 "Napoleon, you don't even need to pay attention to that kind of guy, they are incompetent, but also..." The classmate beside Napoleon looked at Bonova's distant figure and said to Napoleon.

"Anderson, I don't care about them at all. It's you, too excited." Napoleon said, "What should you do if a dog barks at you? You must ignore him, then take a big stick and fiercely Beat it up. Right? But what about you just now? Whose voice was louder than you and a dog just now, it's really..."

"What you said makes sense." Anderson touched his head and said, "If I have a big stick in my hand, of course I will hit it on the nose without saying anything. But the problem is, I don’t have a big stick in my hand. Do you know that he is a vicious dog, but he is a knighted dog, and I... The stick in his hand is bigger than mine. Just like this, I can’t beat that vicious dog, but Being silent again made me angry and unbearable. So I had to scold it."

"My brother said." Napoleon said, frowning slightly at the same time, "Don't argue with a fool, because he will first take you to a project that is stupid than anyone else, and then use his rich experience in making fools. I crushed you. Although that guy is a bastard, what he said makes sense."

　　 Speaking of this, Napoleon couldn't help gritting his teeth.

　　 Indeed, Joseph is such a bastard. In class, he first asked a few questions on the pretext of knowing everyone's current mathematics level, and then "random roll call" for students to answer the questions on the blackboard. The previous questions are very simple, and fools can't be wrong-fools are indeed right. But in the end, Joseph came up with another question-damn it, that question is actually not difficult, just dug a humble trap in the conditions, and deliberately added some misleading things to the language. Then Napoleon was called up, and then Napoleon, who was full of vigilance with Joseph, made the problem complicated by himself, but failed to make it within the prescribed time. Then Joseph politely asked Napoleon to return to his seat, and then used a very concise way to quickly show the correct way to answer this question-this way of answering even those fools can understand, and it still produces In fact, I will do the illusion. (A common feeling of the scumbags when they face many math problems is "understand as soon as you listen, understand as soon as you read, and make mistakes as soon as you do it." Of course, if Napoleon is thinking **** the blackboard, they will follow suit. With their brains, they may also find that this topic is not so simple, but the problem is that the reason why they are scumbags is because they can use their brains as much as possible.)

　　 Then when the get out of class was about to end, Joseph asked another question to "test everyone's mastery of the knowledge learned today." Then he used "the only one who failed to answer the last question" as an excuse, and once again lit Napoleon. But this question is really difficult. As a result, until the end of get out of class, Napoleon still did not make it. (Damn it, it was only two or three minutes before get out of class was over, how could it be done?)

　　 "This guy is really a bastard! You must study hard, but you can't let this **** be so proud!" Napoleon cheered himself up secretly in his heart.

　　 While talking, the two walked into the library.

　　 While it was still light, the two borrowed two books from the library, and then they went to the reading room to read together. In order to ensure the safety of books, candles are strictly prohibited in the library, so as long as the sky goes dark, the library cannot be used. (In the era before the electric light was invented, libraries all over the world were basically like this.) However, the reading room of the Paris Military Academy library can provide free lighting-as long as you have a student card, you can apply for a The white candles on the made candlesticks, so the reading room can still be used at night.

　　 Napoleon and Anderson took the candle, took the book and entered the reading room, preparing to find a brighter place by the window to sit down, and read the book while the sky was still dark. After all, the time that a candle can support is quite limited.

　　At this time, a man who was reading a book with his head down on a table next to the large French window suddenly raised his head and shouted at them: "Napoleon, come here!"

　　 Napoleon looked over there and saw Joseph looking at him with a smile on his face.

　　 "Shit!" Napoleon gritted his teeth, but walked over.

　　 "Hello, Mr. Joseph." Anderson bowed politely.

　　 "Anderson, do you understand what I said today?" Joseph asked with a smile.

"Teacher, I thought I understood at first, but when I saw the last question, I felt I didn't understand it at all. Until now, I still don't have a clue about that question." Anderson replied Tao.

"There is indeed a great distance between mastering the basic knowledge and learning how to apply it." Joseph nodded and said to Napoleon again: "Then Napoleon, now you want to know how to solve that problem. ?"

　　 "I know how to solve it now." Napoleon said unconvincedly, "In fact, at that time, I could solve it only by giving me a little more time."

　　 "The speed of solving problems is also an expression of the degree of mastery of knowledge." Joseph said.

　　 "So on the same subject, your speed is only two-thirds of Mr. Monge's?" Napoleon couldn't help but said.

　　 This answer was beyond Joseph's expectation. He frowned and said: "In terms of calculations, Mr. Monge is indeed much better than me. However, in my opinion, my calculation speed is enough to support my research. But Napoleon, if you want to pass the graduation exam early , Your current problem-solving ability is not enough."

　　 "Ah, Napoleon, do you want to graduate early?" Anderson was taken aback.

　　 "Yes, my family is financially tight and I need to earn money as soon as possible." Napoleon said, "Moreover, I also hope to enter the army as soon as possible, instead of watching the foolish Paris nobles all day long."

"I agree with you, but I will not put water in my subjects. Napoleon, if you really want to graduate early, then you should at least really have the level that a real graduate should have." Joseph added .

　　 Napoleon understood that Joseph's "real graduates" did not include those nobles who came to be gilded, or even general graduates. The "real graduate" mostly refers to "outstanding graduates." However, such high demands did not make Napoleon resentful, because in his opinion, he should meet such demands.

　　 "Napoleon, if you want to graduate early, you must be very good." Joseph continued, "I have heard of your plan, so I have prepared a set of practice questions for you."

　　 As he said, Joseph took out a small notebook from a bag beside him, and then handed it to Napoleon.

　　 "Do it well!" Joseph said, then lowered his head to continue reading.

　　 The days after that have been very peaceful, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Joseph is not giving lectures every day, he is preparing lessons and reading books. Sometimes I wrote to Monge and Laplace to discuss some mathematical problems. Several papers have been published one after another. In addition, Joseph, who had solved the problem of eating, took his brother Lucien to Paris and arranged for him to study at the Louis the Great School.

　　 As for Napoleon, he has asked the school to take the graduation exam in advance. To this end, he is studying frantically.

　　The days passed slowly. The skirt of the goddess of spring was slanted, and even a decent spring rain didn't come down, and she drifted away. After the dry spring, the dry summer followed.

　　 The price of bread in Paris has risen again, which is a quarter of the price increase compared to the end of last year.

　　 This price increase is still within Joseph's tolerance, but it is very fatal for ordinary civilians. In this era, Parisians did not have the habit of taking to the streets to protest. Some people who could not survive in Paris with normal methods left Paris to go to the countryside, or simply went to America to find their way. Others who also cannot survive in a normal way have embarked on the path of survival in an abnormal way, such as theft or even robbery.

　　 However, these things still do not threaten Joseph. He seldom leaves school, and the paws of those thieves cannot reach him. In fact, be it thieves or robbers, they can only cause real harm to people who also live at the bottom of society. As for the upper class people, let alone the upper-class nobles, the so-called "middle class" is not easily harmed by these people. This is one of the reasons why some white leftists in later generations can ignore the various problems caused by the decline in social security and continue to sing high-profile.