When Xu Jing arrived in the classroom, he immediately glanced at the students below.
It wasn't until he saw Jiang Fuyue that he looked back in satisfaction.
"Before the official class starts, let me introduce a new classmate to everyone. Jiang Fuyue, come up—"
Jiang Fuyue got up and walked to the podium.
The girl is tall, with slender legs, and she arrived within a few steps. One stop is sure, graceful and graceful.
Xu Jing took half a step back and gave way to the podium: "Let me introduce myself."
The girl's slightly indifferent eyes glanced at the crowd, and her tone was flat: "Jiang Fuyue, Class 2 and 3 in high school."
Then…
There's no after that.
"Cough!" Xu Jing cleared his throat, "Go down, let's start class..."
An understatement, and a calm, unaware that some people in the audience have blown up!
"Fuck! Fuck! Jiang Fuyue joined our class? What the hell? How did she bribe Lao Xu?" Sun Cheng was full of question marks.
Ling Xuan also had doubts in his eyes, but he was still calm: "Listen to the class first."
"… oh."
There are a total of 26 students in the Olympiad class, half of them are in the first and second grades, and the vast majority of the senior two students, like Ling Xuan, have been from the first grade of senior high school.
After all, good seedlings are paid attention to as soon as they enter school.
As for Jiang Fuyue, who became a monk halfway and came in at the bottom of his grade, he had never been in class since the class started.
Sun Cheng rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "Old Xu's operations are quite flamboyant..."
Ling Xuan frowned: "If you want to talk about it, don't talk about it by my side."
Sun Cheng pouted, who is he doing this for
The weekly training is carried out in the form of special topic explanations. Last time I talked about inequalities, and it is not over yet. This time I will continue.
Soon, a class is over.
Jiang Fuyue had to admit that Xu Jing did have two brushes. Not only is his professional knowledge excellent, but his ability to guide students to think is even more proficient.
For example, an inequality proof problem can be divergently extended to the Chebyshev constant problem about the unit circle, and then it can be derived from the square Chebyshev problem and the real interval standard Chebyshev problem.
"...Okay, let's rest first, and the papers will be taught in the next class."
As soon as he left, the originally quiet classroom instantly became lively.
Jiang Fuyue turned a deaf ear, turned the pen with one hand, and looked at the blackboard casually. In fact, he was re-examining Xu Jing's steps and pondering another simpler solution.
"Do you understand?" Suddenly, a slightly mocking voice sounded.
Jiang Fuyue turned her eyes, didn't recognize her, and moved away again.
Sun Cheng: "?"
"Hey! What are you doing here?" He persisted.
Jiang Fuyue didn't bother to answer.
"I don't need to tell you, I know. Is it to chase A Xuan? Look at you, you are not ugly, why are you so overwhelmed?"
"Ah Xuan's vision is too high, and he definitely doesn't like you. As the saying goes, there is no grass in the end of the world. Bye bye, bye bye, the next one will be better..."
"You're so noisy." Jiang Fuyue looked at him coldly.
Their eyes met, Sun Cheng was caught off guard, and then...
He blushed hopelessly.
Ling Xuan didn't go to the toilet, but when he came back, he saw his good brother sitting on the seat with a dazed look.
"Sun Cheng?" He patted his shoulder.
"… ah?"
"What's your situation? Your soul is gone." He teased casually.
Unexpectedly, Sun Cheng became nervous like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Yes, is it so obvious?!"
Ling Xuan: "?"
Not knowing what he was doing again, Ling Xuan simply ignored him, turned over the test paper, and his eyes fell on the proof question, feeling that something was wrong...
Sun Cheng's two idiots were still chattering beside him: "I seem to know why old Xu..."
When the class bell rang, Xu Jing showed up on time.
Turn on the multimedia, and project the answer directly on the screen, "...this set of questions is difficult, after all, it is the league prediction paper in the district. But it is not that difficult. I think there are many people in our class who have finished all of them. Of course Are you right or not? Let’s look at the first question first... "
Xu Jing's state at this time is completely different from what he was in the class. He is like a tiger that has found a high-quality prey. It is bound to show its most vigorous posture and show its sharpest minions to complete a hearty hunt.
There are no multiple-choice questions in the regular league test papers, only filling in the blanks and answers. The number is small, but the score is important.
Fill in the blanks for the first eight questions, eight points for each question, adding up to sixty-four points.
The following three answer questions each account for 15, 15, and 26 points, and the full score is exactly one hundred and two.
In answering the question, an inequality was used to prove that the proportion was very important, a total of 26 points, and it was also the one that made Xu Jing fall into a misunderstanding.
Therefore, he set aside enough time, "If you have mastered this question thoroughly today, then you have mastered half of the inequality special. Has anyone made it?"
While Xu Jing was speaking, he raised his eyes and glanced, whether on purpose or not, he went back and forth on Jiang Fuyue's body several times.
The latter didn't even give him a look, and lowered his head, not knowing what he was writing.
Xu Jing felt a little stuffed, and took a deep breath: "Then I'll call the roll, Ling Xuan, Sun Cheng, Jiang Fuyue, the three of you write on the blackboard, and others can discuss freely."
It was obviously not the first time Ling Xuan and Sun Cheng were drawn, and they went up with a calm demeanor.
Anyway, for such a question, there is no shame in doing it wrong.
On the other hand, Jiang Fuyue, who came here on the first day and unexpectedly won the lottery, unexpectedly had a calm face.
Tsk...
Sun Cheng glanced at it, and the scene where her gaze met her again appeared in his mind, and his heart beat unconsciously faster.
Damn it!
With a low curse, he quickly moved away, not daring to look any further.
Jiang Fuyue didn't know anything about it, even if she knew, she probably wouldn't have any reaction.
The three of them turned their backs and began to write on the blackboard silently.
Jiang Fuyue finished writing first, put down the chalk, and sat back in her original seat without waiting for Xu Jing to speak.
Feeling heartbroken.
Sun Cheng immediately stopped, but it was not because he finished writing, but because he could only prove so far. Although he had read Ling Xuan's answer in advance, he still kept his original train of thought.
"Teacher Xu?"
"Well, let's go down."
It took another seven or eight minutes for Ling Xuan to finish. At this time, half of the blackboard was occupied by him, and densely packed steps and numbers appeared on it. At first glance, it was quite spectacular.
Comparing with Jiang Fuyue and Sun Cheng's answers, they are so crude that it is unsightly.
Ling Xuan: "I'm fine."
Xu Jing looked back and nodded at him: "Go back to your seat." Then he asked everyone, "Do you understand what the three of them wrote?"
Some people nodded, some shook their heads.
Xu Jing said again: "Among them, one of them did the right thing. If you think Sun Cheng is right, raise your hand and let me see?"
Sparsely three or two.
"Those who think Ling Xuan is right raise their hands."
brush-
a large piece.
"You think Jiang Fuyue did the right thing?"
The audience was silent for a moment, and in this silence, Jiang Fuyue raised her hands.
She didn't look around, she kept her face solemn and expressionless the whole time.
When Xu Jing asked, she answered, as if she was only completing a simple question, whether it was related to herself or not, that was not important.
Just at this moment, the other hand diagonally in front of him hesitated and slowly raised it...