Latent wheat is boring.
The little sparrow outside the window has flew back for the fifth time. The small eyeballs are guarding the surroundings. From time to time, he uses his claws to dig through the soil, and from time to time he flutters with his little wings and jumps back and forth. Jump over, jump over, but just not out of the range of the rose flower. Qianmai looked tired of that little thing. If it weren't in class, she would have taken a case and asked it: "Did you have the guts to swallow that bug?"
The school has entered the fifth week, Qian Mai sat back in the corner by the window. The Chinese class finally ended the initial stage, and entered the more lengthy stage of complex vowels. Although there are many games in mathematics classes, they are all additions and subtractions within twenty. It is Tan Xiangyang who has hollowed out his mind, and he is inextricably changeable, and he can't change too many attractive tricks. In the past, I was suffering from sitting under the eyelids of the first row of teachers, except for the mind wandering, Qianmai did not dare to make too much trouble. This time, I turned back to this corner, I couldn't hold back the urge in my heart, and started to commit crimes against the wind.
Qianmai's tool is an old book used by Qianjia to cover kimchi jars. On the cover of the crumpled yellow wax wax, the words "Rural Popular Science" are written. The potential family should have other books, but they are all kept by the potential family's grandfather. Qianmai has not yet clearly asked for it, so he has to write this general undergraduate book. Besides, the descendants of our farmers naturally also need to continuously improve the level of farming expertise, right? .
So Qianmai took a piece of white paper to wrap the book cover, and Zhang Guanli drew the word "Chinese", and the gorgeous tools left the factory. Sitting in the corner, there were several books spread out on the table, as if they were so immersed in reading, even the shrewd Lan Yifeng was blinded, and Tan Xiangyang, who had just left school, was even more worried. The content of the book is very rich. There are high-quality cultivation techniques for vegetables, oranges, tomatoes, mussels for pearl cultivation, hybrid improvement and scientific breeding of goats of improved breeds, etc., but the latent wheat is not very interested, otherwise the attention is also Will not be attracted by the little sparrow outside the window.
Here, Tan Xiangyang was so dry in the classroom that it just came to an end. Seeing the gloomy eyes of some students under the stage, I couldn't help but feel frustrated. I glanced at it, distracted, distracted, and even worse, Zou Baiqiong was still asleep on the table. He also knows that rural housework is heavy these days, but you can't turn the cart before the horse and take a break after school.
Tan Xiangyang stepped off the podium with an unhappy face, and walked towards the first group. Upon seeing this, Chen Zuping kicked Zou Baiqiong cleverly, and pulled him back from Jiuxiaoyun before the teacher called him. Tan Xiangyang criticized Zou Baiqiong for a few words and asked him to stand up and wake up. It was only when he approached that he discovered that there were really a lot of students who used to fill up their numbers. In the corner of the first row, the strangely named Hidden Wheat is correct in doing class exercises seriously, but the mistake lies in it. The page number of her math textbook is from last week's tutorial.
These students... Tan Xiangyang looked at it and sighed. Of course, there are also comforts. In addition to Sun Hongmei and Yang Chao, who are quick response and excellent homework students, Tan Xiangyang also likes hard-working students very much. Li Meijun in the first row is one of them. Although his homework is mediocre, he sits respectfully every time in class, and stares at the blackboard unblinkingly, earnestly. At this moment, I saw her touching her brows and breaking her little finger, thinking that she had encountered a roadblock.
Tan Xiangyang took a look, and sure enough, he was puzzled by the subtraction question of "13-7=?" Seeing Li Meijun shaking his little finger over and over again, Tan Xiangyang sighed again. Isn't this a simple calculation method just mentioned in the class? Why is the little finger used again? Where can people have 13 fingers? He really doubted that if he sighed again, Huafa had to be born early, so he had to tell her carefully: "This question can use the "breaking ten method" just mentioned, or the "continuous subtraction". You see, 13-7 You can use the "breaking ten method" to think like this: 13-7+3=?. You can also use "continuous subtraction" to think of 13-3-4=?, that is, divide 7 into 3 and 4. Do you understand?"
Li Meijun nodded, but he didn't put his fingers away. He was muttering words in his stomach, but he never wrote the answer. Tan Xiangyang was depressed again, and he couldn't help it, so he went on to talk about it.
On his right arm, Qian Mai also murmured in his heart: "The typical city gate caught fire, and the pond fish was in danger." It was all the planes made by Zou Baiqiong, but I can only blame today's Li Meijun for bad luck. After sitting together for so long, Qian Mai has a little understanding of this tablemate. It's not that she doesn't know how to do this problem, it's just that she is not skilled at slower speed. In addition, she was timid and shy, and as soon as Tan Xiangyang approached, she shivered with nervousness.
However, Latent Wheat is not right. Today Li Meijun’s luck is not bad, but bad.
No one thought that Li Meijun’s mother would go to work near the school today, and even took the time to turn around to see her daughter’s class. Unexpectedly, I saw the scene just outside the window. The Li family’s mother was anxious, the daughter’s introverted and sluggish reaction, no teacher would like it, and without much thought, she opened the classroom door and walked to Li Meijun in two steps. He raised his hand and went down with a popcorn, and his mouth did not fall: "You idiot, you can't even know 13-7, what book do you read?"
The classmates were stunned. Tan Xiangyang had never experienced such a situation. He didn't know how to deal with it properly. He just whispered: "This parent, don't punish the child physically. The child won't. Our teacher will be slow. Slowly teach."
The Li family’s mother immediately put on a smiley face and said: "My little girl is stupid, she can't even do simple maths, and I will trouble the teacher a lot in the future." After finishing speaking, before Tan Xiangyang could reply, she scolded again Li Meijun came and said, "6, you can write 6 quickly. It's not as simple as that. No need to eat at night..." After a while, he mumbled and walked out of the classroom. Li Meijun was already in tears, choking out of breath. Tan Xiangyang was also embarrassed, his face flushed and flushed, he stood by and rubbed his palms. Fortunately, the bell rang immediately after class, and finally rescued this pair of students.
During class, Latent Wheat used a bottle cap to pour some water that he brought to the same table and asked: "Do you want to learn math? I have a little trick, or you can try it."
Finally, Li Meijun stopped sobbing: "What's the trick?"
Qianmai answered: "You bring fifty cents to school tomorrow, and I will teach you."