After leaving the classroom to Jiang Fuyue, Meng Zhijian left without looking back.
As soon as he entered the office, he bumped into Yu Wenzhou.
The latter was surprised: "Aren't you in class? Why are you back? I was just about to send the papers over..."
"No more." Meng Zhijian waved his hand, "Put the things back."
Yu Wenzhou Nahan: "What's the situation? You can't attend class?"
"I'll ask Jiang Fuyue to take over." Meng Zhijian smiled like an old fox, "Let's go out for a while."
"Who did you ask to substitute for the class?!"
"...Jiang Fuyue."
"Old Meng, do you have a fever? Brain vata? Ask students to teach students?!"
"Hey, don't get excited, listen to me first, Jiang Fuyue and Liu Bowen compiled a note, which is full of..."
The two brothers just talked and walked, farther and farther away...
Early the next morning, before class time, Hou Siyuan ran to the grade office.
At that time, Meng Zhijian was using Jiang Fuyue to anger Xu Jing, and his posture was close to pinching his waist and puffing out his chest, pointing out that he was a "big house".
Xu Jing, who has been reduced to a "second room" with a weaker momentum, is not easy to provoke, "... is in your hands now, but it doesn't mean that you will still be there in the future!"
"That... Should I come back later?" Hou Siyuan stood at the door, unable to enter or retreat, at a loss what to do.
"cough!"
The two immediately confronted each other face to face, and their majesty returned.
On the opposite side, Yu Wenzhou curled his lips quietly, showing indescribable disgust.
"Come in." Meng Zhijian slowly lifted the lid of the cup and took a sip of hot tea, "What's the matter?"
"Are you going to a meeting today?"
He was taken aback, "What's wrong?"
"No... that is, if you are going, can Jiang Fuyue continue to substitute for the class?"
Meng Zhijian's brows and eyes moved slightly, but he said, "Why? I wanted Ling Xuan to..."
"No, no, Jiang Fuyue is fine, there is no need to replace her!"
"Is this your own opinion, or..."
"We all have a share!" Suddenly, a dozen heads poked out from the door frame.
Meng Zhijian: "!"
Seeing this, Xu Jing couldn't help but hey: "Old Meng, it seems you can't do it."
In view of the fact that the opinions of the masses were too unified, Meng Zhijian, who did not know how to hold a meeting, went out for a meeting and called Yu Wenzhou by the way.
Jiang Fuyue didn't expect that she would be a teacher for another day, but she has been a teacher for a while, and it doesn't make any difference once or twice.
"Then... continue to focus?"
"Okay!" The eyes of everyone in the audience lit up, and the notebooks were on standby.
Focusing on the key points in the morning and betting on the questions in the afternoon, Sister Yue's class is so "ordinary".
"This knowledge point..."
Everyone pricked up their ears.
Jiang Fuyue: "No. The next knowledge point, 50% may be tested this year. The year before last, it was combined with the unit circle. Last year, it was covered with trigonometric functions. This year, if there is no accident, it should be the sequence of numbers, and the geometric sequence is more difficult. You can refer to Example 9... "
After two days of pruning and combing, Jiang Fuyue compressed the knowledge points to one-third of the original, and cut off half of the sample questions.
Liu Bowen listed the "68 questions that must be tested in the physical competition" from high to low according to the possibility she said, and copied them widely.
At the beginning, someone asked a question: "How do you know whether to take the test or not? What if you guess wrong?"
"So I talked about the possibility in every question, and in a more professional way it is-probability."
The man asked again: "Where do you get your so-called probability? Is it based on imagination, fabricated at will?"
"In the past five years, the preliminaries of the physical competition in various provinces, autonomous regions, and autonomous regions across the country have been analyzed comprehensively. Is this data source convincing? If not enough, there is also a longitudinal comparison of the preliminaries of the physical competition in Linhuai City in the past ten years, plus the city's questions this year. Analysis of all original physics test questions by Professor Zhang Zhongwei in the past three years. Do you have any questions?"
"No, no more..." I dare not have it!
As proud as Ling Xuan, it is inevitable that his eyes will show horror.
She actually finished so many questions without making a sound, and even took into account the person who made the question. It's just...
frenzied! not human!
Also shocked were Meng Zhijian and Yu Wenzhou who were quietly standing outside the classroom and eavesdropping.
"Lao, Lao Meng, what are you shaking?"
"Obviously you are shaking!"
Yu Wenzhou swallowed: "If this goes on like this, will we both be honorably unemployed?"
Meng Zhijian thought about it very seriously, and replied: "...It's very possible."
"!"
In order to avoid going home early to eat themselves, the two teachers, Meng and Yu, who had been meeting for two consecutive days, finally stopped the meeting on the third day.
But when they picked up the lesson plans, stood on the podium conscientiously, and prepared to show their enthusiasm and become "gardeners", they found that the flowers they planted with painstaking efforts were no longer the original flowers...
"Mr. Meng, do you want to take this test?"
"How likely is it?"
"What knowledge points are generally combined?"
"Is the problem difficult or not?"
"Does it appear more often in fill-in-the-blank questions, or in big questions?"
"Is it possible to have a finale?"
"..."
Meng Zhijian: "?" Jiang Fuyue, what did you do to my "flower"? !
The progress of the class continued to advance, but the private notebook was copied.
Liu Bowen took advantage of the natural advantage of being at the same table as the god of learning, supplemented the content from time to time, and then walked around the class, and the synchronous serialization could be realized within half a day.
Hou Siyuan stopped vomiting, and another classmate didn't faint anymore, and the restless and anxious atmosphere in the class gradually calmed down.
It seems that notes are confidence, with one book in hand, I have the world.
The most intuitive change is the spiritual outlook of the Wujing class, which is more than just a new look? It is not an exaggeration to say that the world has been turned upside down.
Seeing this, Meng Zhijian and Yu Wenzhou felt both emotional and ashamed.
After a long time, the two of them together are not as effective as Jiang Fuyue
After Xu Jing knew about it, he washed Meng Zhijian clean, and then praised Jiang Fuyue: "As expected of a good seed that I dug out with my own hands!"
Meng Zhijian: It's shameless to be a coward, to praise others, to praise others, and to praise yourself...
In this regard, Zhao Tiejun has a different opinion: "Betting on the question? To put it lightly, how many times do you see that there are so many famous teachers on the Internet every year, and how many bets are right?"
The office was suddenly silent.
"If you don't learn knowledge in a down-to-earth way at a young age, you can be very opportunistic!"
"Is Director Zhao talking about me?" Jiang Fuyue stood at the door with her schoolbag hanging on her right shoulder, fastening the shoulder strap with one hand, her eyes slightly bent, and she smiled half-smile.
"Cough—" Zhao Tiejun clenched his fist and almost choked.
In fact, he didn't really want to fight, so he just said it casually, who would have thought...
Without squinting, Jiang Fuyue walked straight to Xu Jing's office, "Teacher, I'll get the paper."
"Oh! Here, there are two copies inside. The A letter is yours, and the B letter is Ling Xuan's. You should bring it to him along the way."
"Okay. Then I'll go first."
Passing by Zhao Tiejun, she paused: "Director, have you heard a word?"
"What?" Facing the girl's clear eyes, Zhao Tiejun felt so guilty.
In fact, he is quite a good child, he is used to being serious, and he is not very good at complimenting others...
Jiang Fuyue tilted her head and smiled at him: "This is called—it doesn't matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat."
"..."
"By the way, how many questions do you think I can get right?"
"..."
"It's okay, I'll ask Mr. Meng to tell you when the test paper comes out." Innocent and harmless.
"Okay!" Meng Zhijian answered immediately.
Zhao Tiejun: Shit is a good kid, he takes it back! Take it all back! snort!
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the first test of the competition came...