Yu Wenzhou was embarrassed by Jiang Fuyue's clear gaze, so he rubbed his nose and explained, "You got full marks in this physics quiz."
"so?"
"You are a gifted child and should be nurtured well."
Finally, Jiang Fuyue left with a stack of test papers.
Xu Jing exploded—
"Old Yu, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Yu Wenzhou pretended to be stupid.
"You clearly know that Jiang Fuyue is my student, but you still give her so many test papers, what do you want?"
"That's my student too, why are you so overbearing?"
"I'm domineering?" Xu Jing laughed out of anger, but his eyes turned hard, "I don't have the slightest opinion on her completing her daily physics homework, but I don't agree if you add something else to her!"
"Why don't you agree?" Yu Wenzhou's water glass was put down, and he became excited.
"Just because I'm her head teacher!"
"Then I'm still her subject teacher!"
Xu Jing: "Don't think I don't know what your plans are."
Yu Wenzhou's eyes flashed, and he muttered: "What idea can I make..."
Xu Jing sneered: "What's a perfect score once? It's probably due to luck. Besides, the quiz questions are not difficult. I'm afraid you were too happy."
Yu Wenzhou frowned, but did not refute what Xu Jing said.
This time the topic is really simple, and full marks are not impossible, maybe... Jiang Fuyue is really just lucky
"Old Yu, you should know that a person's energy is limited. If you do one thing well, you can't do another one at the same time. Jiang Fuyue is now specializing in Olympiads. If you expect her to make breakthroughs in physics, she may even If you have reached the level of competition, I advise you to rest early."
The more you jump now, the more disappointed you will be in the future.
Yu Wenzhou fell into deep thought. After a long while, he finally compromised: "... Whatever."
Xu Jing heaved a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Yu Wenzhou would rob him.
As for not believing that Jiang Fuyue has the ability to participate in the physics competition, it is not just nonsense. After all, no matter how smart or powerful a person is, he is not omnipotent.
The next day after Yu Wenzhou finished class, he asked Jiang Fuyue to return the stack of test papers.
"...in such a rush? I'm only halfway through."
Yu Wenzhou thought that "half" refers to "half of a paper", so he asked casually, "How long did it take?"
"One afternoon and one night."
Sure enough, once the difficulty increased, it became difficult. It seemed that Lao Xu was right. A full score in the quiz does not mean that he can learn things well. This cannot be achieved by hard work alone, but talent.
Even though he was well prepared, Yu Wenzhou was still disappointed.
Jiang Fuyue glanced at him inexplicably, this teacher probably isn't very smart.
The not-so-clever Yu Wenzhou returned to the office, casually put down the test paper, sat on a chair, and started to be in a daze.
How can Olympiad and Mathematics not work
It just so happened that Meng Zhijian also came back from get out of class, "Old Yu, have you finished reading the questions of this monthly exam? If you have any questions, just tell me. If there are no questions, I will hand them over to the higher-ups to sign in the afternoon and send them to be printed."
Yu Wenzhou waved his hand: "Print it."
"Hey, why are you frowning? Is it because someone is chasing you and scolding you on Weibo, or is there another student on the school forum complaining about you?"
"Don't make trouble, you are depressed."
Meng Zhijian saw that his condition was indeed not good, so he said seriously, "What happened?"
"Well, let me tell you..."
He told about giving Jiang Fuyue the test paper, and repeated Xu Jing's "limited energy" theory.
"... In order to dig a good seedling for our material competition class, is it easy for me?"
Meng Zhijian: "It's not easy. Just this stack of test papers?" He flipped through them casually.
"Yeah. I figured it out too. Anyway, Jiang Fuyue is not that kind of material, so I won't rob Old Xu, lest his nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes..."
"Old Yu," he moved away from the test paper with difficulty, and raised his head, "Are you sure—Jiang Fuyue, no, yes, that, block, material?"
"Yeah, she didn't even finish a single test paper in one afternoon and one night, and she only wrote half of it. Besides, it's not a formal competition question, it's just an entry-level training. At this speed, she can't even reach the threshold of the provincial final. "
"Are you stupid?" Meng Zhijian couldn't stand it anymore.
"No... just talk when you talk, why are you still swearing? You don't bring such personal attacks!"
"...It's really stupid." Leaving this sentence, Meng Zhijian walked away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"Class three!"
Yu Wenzhou was a little confused: "You are the head teacher of Class 17, why are you going to Class 3?"
Of course Meng Zhijian went to find Jiang Fuyue!
half done...
Maybe only that idiot Lao Yu thought it was half of a test paper, but in fact Jiang Fuyue completed half of all the test papers!
At least a dozen or so.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fuyue is not only a blockbuster in mathematics, but also a master in physics.
He did a rough scan just now, but he didn't find a single mistake.
Soon, Meng Zhijian came to the door of the third class, but there was nothing to greet him.
"Where are the students?" He grabbed a colleague.
"Class 3 has gone to the playground for this physical education class. What's the matter, Teacher Meng?"
Meng Zhijian thanked him, then headed to the playground in a sullen manner.
The playground is so big, and there is more than one class in physical education, he searched for a long time before he saw some familiar faces from class three.
Hey guys, a group of people around the basketball court.
"Liu Bowen."
"Who, don't bother me watching the game..."
The corner of Meng Zhijian's mouth twitched.
"Damn! Going in! Going in! Oh, almost... grab the ball! Press him! Press him on the floor and rub—"
"Liu Bowen!"
"Who, annoying—" Not annoying.
Well!
"Meng, Teacher Meng." Liu Bowen was frightened.
Meng Zhijian had a straight face, he didn't expect that the first in class three and the top ten in the grade would be so virtuous, and he was so excited to watch a basketball.
"Watch the football and watch the football. What is rubbing against the floor? Pay attention to the unity and friendship among classmates."
"Oh." Limpy and admonished.
"Cough... where's Jiang Fuyue from your class?"
"On the field."
Meng Zhijian was taken aback, his eyes drifted away.
Liu Bowen turned back and continued to watch the game, and then: "Fuck - three points! Go in? Go in! How did she make the shot? Damn - she's so handsome, why didn't I find Jiang Fuyue so handsome before?"
ten minutes later.
Meng Zhijian stood on the outermost edge, staring at the field without blinking, clenched a fist with one hand, and beat the palm of the other hand.
"Avoid! Avoid again! Move! Layup! Press him! Yes, that's it... Beat him to death! Beautiful!"
He gritted his teeth hard to keep the shouts and cheers from breaking out.
So what... the teacher's face still has to be taut, not to lose.
Others may not have heard it, and they may not have paid attention to it, but Liu Bowen stood a little in front, and his nerves were highly tense, and he was always paying attention to Meng Zhijian's movements. No matter how soft his voice was, he could still hear it.
Regarding this, he really wanted to ask: press him? Throw to death? Does your face hurt
"Oh ho ho ho - well done! Another three!"
Liu Bowen: You even came to make a call. Is there anything else you don’t know
Meng Zhijian (immediately shut up): The teacher wants to watch the students play ball, it is really too difficult...