Fox of France

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

Napoleon frowned, but said nothing. But another student next to him responded unconvinced: "Bonova, those questions are indeed too difficult. I dare say that although Teacher Joseph explained it at the end, you still can't solve the original questions. Do it. Because you can't even read the title!"

"So what? I have never boasted that I am good at mathematics." Bonova laughed loudly, "There will be a class in military geometry in two days. At that time, let's see if our mathematics genius will be good." It will be another problem that I can’t solve!”

While laughing, Bonova turned a corner and walked on another path—a noble student like him who came to be gilded would not go to the library to study by himself after class.

"Napoleon, you don't need to pay attention to that kind of guy at all. They are just incompetent, and they still have to..." the classmate next to Napoleon said to Napoleon, looking at Bonova's distant figure.

"Anderson, I don't care about them at all. It's you, too excited." Napoleon said, "A dog barking at you, what do you do? You either ignore him, then take a big stick and hit him hard." Beat it up. Isn't it? But what about you just now? You just competed with a dog whose voice was louder. It's really..."

"You're right." Anderson rubbed his head and said, "If I had a big stick in my hand, of course I wouldn't say anything, and hit it on the nose with a stick. But the problem is, isn't my hand big enough? You know, although he is a vicious dog, he is a dog with a title, and me... the stick in his hand is bigger than mine. If I charge up like this, I probably can’t beat that vicious dog, but It made me so angry that I didn't say a word. 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 bring you to a project that is more stupid than anyone else, and then use his rich experience in fooling Crushing you. Although that guy is a jerk, there is still a lot of truth in what he said."

Having said that, Napoleon couldn't help but gritted his teeth again.

Indeed, Joseph was just too much of an asshole. When he was in class, he first asked several questions on the pretext of knowing everyone's current mathematics level, and then "randomly called" and asked the students to go to the blackboard to answer the questions. The first few questions are very simple, and no fool can make mistakes-the fools are indeed right. But in the end, Joseph came up with another question—damn it, that question was actually not difficult, it just dug an inconspicuous trap in the conditions, and deliberately added some misleading things to the language. Then, Napoleon was called up, and Napoleon, who was full of vigilance against Joseph, made the problem complicated by himself, but failed to make it within the stipulated time. Then Joseph politely asked Napoleon to return to his seat, and then quickly showed the correct solution to this question in a very concise way-this solution can be understood even by those fools, and it also produces In fact, I will do the illusion. (A common feeling of scumbags when faced with many math problems is that "you can understand as soon as you hear it, you can understand it as soon as you see it, and you can make mistakes as soon as you do it." Of course, if Napoleon was thinking hard on the blackboard, they would follow suit. If they use 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 that failed to answer the last question" as an excuse, and clicked Napoleon again. But this question is really difficult. As a result, Napoleon still didn't make it until the end of get out of class. (Damn it, at that time it was only two or three minutes before the end of get out of class, how could it be done?)

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

The two walked into the library while talking.

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

Napoleon and Anderson took candles and entered the reading room with books, planning to find a brighter place near the window to sit down and read books before the sky darkened. After all, the time a candle can support is quite limited.

At this time, a person who was reading a book on a table next to the large French window suddenly raised his head and shouted to 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 still walked over.

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

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

"Teacher, at first I thought I understood it, but when I saw the last question, I felt that I didn't understand it at all. Until now, I still have no clue about that question." Anderson replied road.

"There is indeed a big gap between mastering the basic knowledge and learning how to use it in practice." Joseph nodded and said to Napoleon: "Then Napoleon, now you have to figure out how to solve that problem." ?"

"Now I know how to solve it." Napoleon said a little unconvinced, "In fact, if you give me a little more time, I can solve it."

"The speed of solving problems is also a manifestation of the mastery of knowledge." Joseph said.

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

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

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

"Yes, my family's economy is tight, and I need to earn money as soon as possible." Napoleon said, "Also, I also hope to enter the army as soon as possible, instead of watching those foolish Parisian nobles here all day long."

"I agree with your point of view, but I will not put water on my subjects. Napoleon, if you really want to graduate early, then you should at least have the level that a real graduate should have." Joseph said again .

Napoleon understood that the "real graduates" mentioned by Joseph did not include those great nobles who came to be gilded, or even ordinary graduates. The "real graduates" mostly refer to "excellent graduates". However, this high demand did not make Napoleon resentful, because in his opinion, it was only natural for him to meet such a demand.

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

While speaking, Joseph took out a small book from a bag beside him, and handed it to Napoleon.

"Do it well!" Joseph said, then lowered his head and continued to read.

The days after that were very peaceful. Joseph was not lecturing, preparing lessons and reading books every day. Sometimes I wrote letters to discuss with Monge and Laplace on certain mathematical problems. He also published several papers one after another. In addition, Joseph, who had already solved the problem of eating, took his younger brother Lucien to Paris and arranged for him to study at the School of Louis the Great.

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

The days passed slowly like this, the skirt of the goddess of spring swayed, and she drifted away without even a decent spring rain. After the dry spring, the dry summer followed.

The price of bread in Paris has risen again, a quarter higher than at the end of last year.

This price increase is still within the tolerance of Joseph, but it is very terrible for ordinary civilians. Parisians in this era did not have the habit of taking to the streets to demonstrate. Some people who could not survive in Paris by normal methods left Paris one after another, went to the countryside, or simply went to America to find a way out. Others who also cannot survive in normal ways embark on the path of survival in abnormal ways, such as theft or even robbery.

However, these things still did not threaten Joseph, he seldom left the school, and the claws of those thieves and the like could not reach him. In fact, thieves and robbers can only do real harm to those who also live at the bottom of society. As for those upper-class people, not to mention the upper-class nobles, even the so-called "middle class" are not easily harmed by these people. This is one of the reasons why some white leftists in later generations were able to ignore the various problems brought about by the decline in social security and continue to sing high-profile.