"Only half a month left." Meng Zhijian's tone was serious.
"This year's time is too early, which is not good for us..." It was rare for Yu Wenzhou to have such a serious expression on his face.
The Wujing class had been in a state of restocking before, and both of them were ready to play soy sauce again in the National League this year. Who would have thought that a dark horse like Jiang Fuyue would suddenly be brought out to rekindle their fighting spirit.
The two of them have indeed spared no effort during these days, and they are getting better and better, but now they are suddenly told that it is too late
If it wasn't for the scruples of being still in school and being a teacher, I really wanted to scold my mother on the spot.
Yu Wenzhou: "Aren't the preliminaries in previous years in mid-August? What's the situation this year?"
Meng Zhijian pondered for a moment: "If I'm not mistaken, the higher-ups should want to give time to the national team's training camp. After all, last year... the record was not very good."
More than "not good-looking"
Last year's IPhO Huaxia didn't get a single gold medal.
Yu Wenzhou clicked his tongue: "It seems that the higher-ups want to regain their glory." The competition among the contestants can also be imagined.
"The current situation is not optimistic for us..."
Meng Zhijian's eyes flickered slightly: "I think opportunities and challenges coexist."
"what chance?"
"You don't want to know where Jiang Fuyue's limit is? How much talent does she still have to explode?"
Yu Wenzhou was taken aback.
"Every time she handed in the test papers, she was all correct, and she never made a mistake in the class exercises. These questions were difficult or easy, and they were uneven, but her answers were always standard. So what level of difficulty can make her exhausted?" Brains, or less well-informed? Aren't you curious?"
…
That afternoon, Meng Zhijian and Yu Wenzhou temporarily called a meeting of twelve members of the Wujing class.
"I want to inform you of two things. First, the time for the preliminary examination of this year's National Physics Competition has been set, July 12th..."
"Huh? So early? I haven't started the experiment yet, it's over!"
"There's still half a month left, and it's not enough to sharpen your guns before the battle."
"It's too bald, so there is no defense at all."
"..."
"Quiet! Listen to me—" Meng Zhijian's majestic voice reached everyone's ears. Soon, the classroom returned to calm, but the atmosphere was a little more dignified than before.
"Due to time constraints, according to our current progress, there is no way to finish all the content before the preliminaries. Therefore, after discussing with Teacher Yu, I decided to conduct intensive training for everyone in the next half month."
"As the name suggests, centralized training is to concentrate. In addition to the concentration of personnel you understand, the teaching content must also be concentrated. To put it simply, you have to spend your daytime studying for the competition! Don't panic in the experiment, because there are no exams in the preliminaries. The theoretical part."
"Because it involves suspension of classes, I have reported to the school, and the grades have agreed, but in line with the principle of voluntary participation, there is no need to force it. You can choose between daily courses and intensive training. You can go back tonight with Parents discuss it and give me an answer tomorrow at the latest."
As far as this point is concerned, it has been made very clear.
The right to choose is also in the hands of the students.
Jiang Fuyue was the first to stand up and say: "I have no problem."
Then five more people agreed on the spot.
The remaining six also brought back feedback from their parents the next day—all joined and no one left.
So far, the vigorous physical competition training has begun.
In the first two classes in the morning, Meng Zhijian dismantled the new knowledge points, and the last three classes were tested and commented on the spot.
At noon, rest normally.
In the afternoon, to check the mastery of the knowledge points in the morning, usually do test papers, ranging from two sets to as many as four sets, the intensity is so strong that you doubt life.
But that's just the beginning.
As the knowledge points mastered continue to increase, the difficulty of the questions also increases visibly. One is that the combination of multiple knowledge points is very comprehensive, and the other is that the training specifications are getting closer and closer to the preliminaries.
In just three days, some students vomited directly in class.
Sent to the school infirmary, the diagnosis results are as follows—
Or cause physiological rejection due to high mental stress.
But in the afternoon, the classmate returned to the class to continue the class.
"Student Jiang, can I sit next to you?"
Jiang Fuyue sat with Liu Bowen, but there was an empty seat next to her.
Liu Bowen smiled: "Hou Siyuan, you just vomited this morning, and you still want to continue to torture yourself?"
It was originally a joke, but Hou Siyuan nodded seriously: "The doctor said that I must actively adapt to overcome my psychological barrier, otherwise it will continue like this."
That's why he came to the great devil Jiang Fuyue, wanting to experience the tyrannical crushing up close.
"Young man, you have an idea." Liu Bowen gave him a thumbs up.
Hou Siyuan's eyes fell on Jiang Fuyue, and he swallowed nervously: "Is it okay?"
"Sure." The seat is not hers, so feel free.
When the three of them were communicating, Jiang Fuyue didn't stop the pen in her hand. When the class bell rang, she had already written the entire test paper and threw it aside.
Needless to say, it must be all right again.
Liu Bowen is okay, he has long been used to it.
But Hou Siyuan didn't know, he stared blankly, completely dumbfounded.
After this class, Jiang Fuyue went to the bathroom.
Liu Bowen took the opportunity to lean over and snapped his fingers in front of this little brother: "Hey, you're back!"
Hou Siyuan rolled his eyes with difficulty, and it took him a while to focus: "She, she, she..."
"Does it look like an emotionless quiz machine?"
Hou Siyuan nodded fiercely, "It's too scary. Does she not use draft paper?"
"I suspect that she doesn't even need to read the questions." She can write the answers directly.
Hou's three views were attacked and destroyed like a storm: "How did she do it?"
Liu Bowen spread his hands and shrugged: "Maybe God knows."
"Know what?" Jiang Fuyue came back.
Liu Bowen immediately retracted.
Hou Siyuan also subconsciously sat upright, with his back straight.
…
Meng Zhijian's so-called "centralized training" is simply a high-intensity "sea of questions tactics".
Don't worry about anything, brushing the questions is the kingly way.
In this regard, Jiang Fuyue has no objection, she is a good hand at first, and she also likes this way of getting started directly.
No matter how much you listen, no matter how much you talk, it all comes down to doing.
There are many people who understand but can't solve the problem. In this case, why not enjoy this kind of "actual combat" pleasure
She was like a fish in water, but the others seemed to have lost half their lives.
Rao Liu Bowen has a solid foundation and a bright mind, and he can hardly stand it, let alone a grass chicken like Hou Siyuan.
Yes, he threw up again.
Fortunately, the disposable plastic bags were prepared in advance to avoid the indescribable scene.
"I'm sorry... I, tried my best... But I can't control it..."
He has no doubts that if he didn't spit into a plastic bag this time, but... Jiang Fuyue would definitely not want to continue to be at the same table with him.
"Old Meng, it's not okay to go on like this." Yu Wenzhou retracted his gaze and turned to look at Meng Zhijian, "The intensity is too great, and the level of the students in the class is uneven. If we run too fast in front, those who can't keep up can only be caught Drag to death."
Obviously, Meng Zhijian also saw the training situation during this period, "I know..." But what can I do