When this class was over, Gu Xiaoman's good mood was completely ruined.

The class teacher finished the course content five minutes in advance. He turned on the projector in the classroom and released the whole class scores of this monthly exam, from first place to 39th place, just by looking up, you can see it.

The whole class was staring at the slides, with Xia Linxi being the exception. She still buried her head in writing reference books and was indifferent to other people's grades.

Teacher He cleared his throat and said again: "This monthly exam, our class's average scores in Chinese and mathematics are very high, but the biology and chemistry exams are not ideal, and there is still a lot of room for improvement."

There was a silence in the audience.

"Some people fail the chemistry exam, some people get full marks in chemistry. This is the gap between people," said Teacher He. "When you get into college and enter society in the future, the gap between you will become bigger and bigger..."

He said, and gestured with his hands to length: "At that time, you will regret not studying hard at the beginning."

The four words "study hard" are still emphasized.

Xia Linxi heard it in his ears, but he didn't respond much, but his subordinates put it into practice.

The draft is quickly made, and the algebraic formula is written one line after another, and the writing is smooth and flowing, which is enough to be completed in one go.

She was focused and stared at her eyes, as if she was a machine for the test, her eyes were scanners, and she had a printer in her heart that was not connected to the outside world and did not accept online information.

The iterative equation was gradually eliminated, and the standard answer was about to come out. Her hand speed was a little slower, and she heard Gu Xiaoman say: "If I had half of your perseverance and perseverance, I wouldn't be able to enter the top ten."

Gu Xiaoman picked up the pen and wrote randomly on the draft paper, which was very meaningful to vent.

"When will I get into the top ten?" Gu Xiaoman said, "It's not that I don't work hard, but my efforts have not been rewarded. I go to bed at one o'clock in the morning, get up at six o'clock in the morning, and take a half hour off at noon. I persist for two months without any progress."

She held the signature pen and pounded her notebook twice, making a rough crack, as if she had a deep hatred with the notebook.

Xia Linxi was still doing the questions and did not answer her, even though she was so cruel to her laptop.

Gu Xiaoman has long been used to it. Since he was sitting at the same table with Xia Linxi, Gu Xiaoman has developed the habit of talking to himself.

Gu Xiaoman kept talking: "My chemistry failed, the experimental questions were almost all wrong, the equation of the anode was written in the wrong way, and the coexisting solution ions could not be found... Do you think I should study science?"

Xia Linxi let go of the pen in his hand and began to organize the draft paper: "I say no, will you transfer to the liberal arts class?"

Gu Xiaoman opened his eyes wide and replied, "It's now, how can you transfer to the class if you ask me to?"

Xia Linxi asked back: "Since you can't transfer to the class, what are you still struggling with?"

Gu Xiaoman sighed and said, "I'm not willing to give up. I work so hard but my grade ranking is so low."

"Gu Xiaoman, don't be discouraged. Come back and look at my brother Zheng!" Zhang Huaiwu, who was sitting in the back row, replied, "Brother Zheng is very serious and hardworking every day. He always takes notes and changes a refill a day..."

Zhang Huaiwu patted Jiang Zhenghan's thigh: "But Brother Zheng is still the last in the class. He is often punished to stand in class, criticized by name, and is erected as a negative example. Brother Zheng feels so distressed, he has not given up."

Gu Xiaoman nodded and looked at Zhang Huaiwu in agreement.

Zhang Huaiwu smiled and then looked at Jiang Zhenghan with a sigh.

Jiang Zhenghan reflected on him silently for a while, not very clear about where he was wrong.

Jiang Zhenghan felt that it was the last one, and it was not a big deal to get used to the exam a few times. It was not a big deal to be punished by the teacher and criticized by name. The same is true. At first, it may be a little uncomfortable, but over time, it will be fine if you get used to it.

What words are better to describe this mentality?

Jiang Zhenghan thought for a while, and only thought of one word—

Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water.

At this moment, the head teacher and teacher seemed to have a close relationship with him.

Almost in the flash of lightning, Teacher He cast a look at him inquiring, and then raised his tone and asked: "Jiang Zhenghan, are you a dead pig not afraid of boiling water? Can you still talk to your classmates when you are punished to stand?"

Jiang Zhenghan stood like a dead pig, without saying a word to defend himself.

At this moment, the bell of the end of get out of class rang.

Teacher He patted the chalk dust off his hand and looked up at the last row of the classroom: "Jiang Zhenghan, Zhang Huaiwu, Gu Xiaoman, Xia Linxi, you four come to my office."

After saying that, he picked up the lesson plan and walked out of the classroom.

Xia Linxi stood up from his original position, thinking that he had heard it wrong: "The teacher just called my name?"

"Called," Jiang Zhenghan said, "Let's go together."

Xia Linxi looked up and looked at Jiang Zhenghan.

Her skin is white and tender, her eyes are clear, her chin is soft, and her appearance is actually quite beautiful.

Although Jiang Zhenghan is eighteen years old, he has never spoken much to the girl. Xia Linxi stared at him without saying a word...it made him feel a little embarrassed.

"There is an ink mark on your face." Xia Linxi said.

Jiang Zhenghan wiped his face with his hand and asked again: "Has he wiped it off?"

"Here," Xia Linxi pointed to his forehead, "the watermark of the black signature pen."

Zhang Huaiwu turned his head and said, "Oh, let's wash your face when you go home. Teacher He is still waiting for us."

Not long after, the hour hand pointed to 9:30, and the sun was shining outside the window. Teacher He stood at the end of the corridor and smoked alone.

He saw four students walking towards him, two boys and two girls, and the distance between the boys and girls was deliberately widened - this distance is very necessary. Early love is like a disaster, which is the truth that every class teacher understands.

The smoke was shrouded in the surroundings, and he put out the cigarette butts in his heart.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Come here."

Perhaps because of his long legs, Jiang Zhenghan walked faster and was closest to his class teacher. Teacher He did not read him. He took out a book, pointed to the book cover and asked, "I picked up such a book near your seat yesterday. I will ask, whose book is this?"

The book was very thick and wrapped in a yellow cover, and the name and content were not visible.

"It is a waste to spend time reading this kind of thing," said Mr. He. "I don't care whose book I do. If I find it out, I must punish it severely and call the parents!"

The three words "call" by parents can be said to be one of the class teachers' ultimate skills. It is not only a terrible nightmare for students, but also the source of bloody storm in the school.

If you encounter a parent who will beat your child up without asking any questions, the power of this ultimate skill can be overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, Zhang Huaiwu had such a parent.

So before Teacher He finished speaking, he shook all over and his face turned pale.

Teacher He felt something, his eyes penetrated the glasses and fell on Zhang Huaiwu's face.

"I, I..." Zhang Huaiwu stuttered and was about to explain, when he suddenly heard Jiang Zhenghan admit: "It's mine."

Teacher He asked: "Is it Zhang Huaiwu or Jiang Zhenghan's?"

The five of them stood in the corridor, and the atmosphere was tense and somewhat eye-catching. The students from the class next door leaned out of the window and acted as if they were watching the show.

Jiang Zhenghan took the lead in speaking: "I took it to school last Sunday and never took it back."

"Do you know what book it is? It's something you should read at your age?" Teacher He asked again.

Jiang Zhenghan defended: "It is a book that is related to campus and can be read in the classroom."

He was wearing a white-washed school uniform and stood side by side with Xia Linxi. From Xia Linxi's perspective, he only had a very beautiful side face.

Xia Linxi wanted to ask, what kind of book is it?

When she was in junior high school, she was obsessed with youth campus novels. The protagonist shone in the student union and participated in clubs to win competitions. She had excellent grades and was popular. She could also spend a lot of time to get a partner, and there was almost nothing that could not be done.

Xia Linxi felt very happy after reading this content.

But when she faced the pressure of furthering school and did not have the natural talent to help her overcome the difficulties, she felt that her idea of ​​student career was too simple and it was never difficult to do something well.

So the look when Xia Linxi looked at the book was a look that I understood.

However, when Teacher He tear open the cover, he only saw the four big words "Introduction to Algorithm". Xia Linxi knew each of them, but when these four words were combined, she didn't quite understand what that meant.

The direction of the development of things is different from what Xia Linxi expected.

Teacher He almost rudely opened the pages and asked Jiang Zhenghan: "Are you a student of the computer school team or an ordinary student taking the college entrance examination? Do you see these things useful? What are Fourier transformations, dynamic programming, polynomial algorithms? You open your eyes and check the outline. Will you take these exams in the college entrance examination?"

Jiang Zhenghan thought about it carefully and replied: "It should not be possible to take the exam."

These five words are obviously not rigorous enough, so he added: "I won't take the exam now, maybe I will take the exam in the future."

Maybe there will be an exam in the future.

As an outsider, Xia Linxi wanted to laugh a little. But she had to admit that Jiang Zhenghan's psychological quality was excellent. When facing the questioning of the head teacher in the corridor, he was calm and his face did not blush.

But in the eyes of the head teacher, this is exactly the manifestation of Jiang Zhenghan's rough skin and thick flesh, and not getting enough oil and salt.

"If you continue like this, I really want to give up on you," said Teacher He. "You are not on the right path, you are not in a hurry at all, and you don't think about whether you are right or not."

He held the book in one hand, but his hand reached outside the railing.

The wind blew the pages, bringing a rustling sound. Jiang Zhenghan stood motionless, without anger or making a sound - even if Teacher He threw the book downstairs.

The sunlight is refracted on the railings, and it is a little dazzling.
Chapter completed!