Chapter 17 (1/2)
CHAPTER 17: GETTING KILLED
Zhang Yang entered into the school’s library as he
remembered the last time he came to the library was 2 years ago.
There were only few people in the library, still same as
before, the old woman wearing gla.s.ses was still sitting in front of the desk arranging
the worn out books just like two years ago and her att.i.tude was completely
focused on the work like before. The surface of the desk was filled with some
glue, scissors and such other tools. She was the administrator of the library.
They used to say that she was single, unmarried and had been working there for
some years.
As ZhangYang entered the library, she didn’t even lift her
head.
Zhang Yang directly headed towards the section of mathematics
books and periodicals, where there was a teacher looking at the bookshelves
above. Zhang Yang did not feel like talking to him, as he was not very familiar
with the teachers in the school except from his own department.
Zhang Yang picked up the first book and immediately after he
investing into it, the numeral’s world once again let him indulge in the rich
nature of the book. Xiao Yiran’s book was nothing compared to this one.
Time pa.s.sed gradually…
Zhang Yang did not know that his actions had already
attracted the attention of the teacher on the side.
The old man was teaching mathematics at the school. He didn’t
notice Zhang Yang at the beginning but when ZhangYang was constantly switching
the books and reading, exchanging and reading again, it soon attracted his
attention.
The feeling provided by this young man was too strange, as
he arrived less than two hours before and had actually changed four books
already. He sat down from the start to the end of a book, changed the book and
go to the back to read, he was too lazy to even sit down that he was reading in
a standing position, exchange and read immediately …
At first, the old man thought that Zhang Yang was trying to
find a book that he likes but soon he realized he was wrong, because, Zhang
yang picked up the book and read without missing almost a single page, just
that, his speed of reading was a little outrageous.
If Zhang Yang wasn’t fully invested in the book, then the
old man believed that Zhang yang was just putting on a show. The old man was
intending to leave but he was really interested on Zhang Yang so he found a
book and sat down near to his side frequently taking a quick glance at Zhang Yang.
Time pa.s.sed second by second, when people are extremely absorbed
into something, time appears to be very fast and Zhang Yang was currently into
this phenomenon. He had been reading here for full for hours. He did not know
how many books he read, but as long as the book placed in front of him was a
math book, he could not refrain from looking at it. The books were easy to read
and understand quickly.
Zhang Yang stretched himself as he was tired from standing
for four hours, depressed and hungry. He looked at the bookshelf to try to find
a book to take it back to the dormitory to read.
“How about this?” The old man went near to the side of Zhang
Yang and handed a book.
“Oh, … Thank You … The principle of computational fluid
mechanics …..” Zhang Yang could not lift his eyes from it, immediately, he was
attracted by this book. It was a very famous mathematics book, written by Weisi
Lin from Netherlands.
The old man smiled and did not say a word, he was observing.
He believed in his instincts that the boy wasn’t just putting on a show, but he
really liked this book. Zhang Yang’s focused expression reminded him of his
youth when he was a fanatic of calculation.
“It’s pretty good …”
Once again, the feeling of hunger pulled Zhang Yang out of
the book. At present hunger was the only way to get Zhang Yang’s attention.