Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3546 When I'm the scumbag king (46)

  "Don't cry." Ranbai was annoying to hear the crying, she had never felt anything towards the child, she cast her eyes loosely and indifferently at the boy, saying neither light nor heavy.

  The expression in his eyes was very pale, but he was ecstatic, with a sense of distance for no reason.

  The little boy stayed for a moment and sniffed. The sudden desire to survive made him instinctively stop crying.

  Song Yu was a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and smiled, and said softly: "Be gentle with children."

   "Sister, can I follow you." The little boy was also very insightful. He could see that Song Yu was obviously closer, so he pitifully pulled Song Yu's hand and begged Song Yu.

   "Of course." Song Yu was bored in her heart and even felt dirty, but she was still very immortal on her face, "The kid is so cute, how can I leave you here alone."

   "First tell me what you are doing?" Ran Bai chewed the gum, and said quietly.

  The little boy timidly hid behind Song Yu.

   "He is also a child anyway, don't ask like that." Song Yu rubbed the boy's head and stood in front of him, making it like a white bully.

   "Okay." Dye Bai smiled, it didn't matter, "If you don't think it is necessary, then it is unnecessary."

  Song Yu pursed her lips, a little aggrieved.

   "Take a child inexplicably?" Han Zhe raised his eyebrows, glanced across the boy's face, feeling funny, licked his lower lip, and walked directly upstairs.

  The third floor.

  Outside the classroom.

  Han Zhe looked at the door that had been overturned by someone on the ground with subtle eyes, and paused for two seconds before asking: "...In this classroom, are the broken doors left uneasy?"

  The culprit, Bai did not speak.

  Shen Jiao said solemnly, "Yes."

After walking into the classroom, Shen Jiao realized that something was different.

  The previously blank blackboard is now written in chalk with a math problem that occupies half of the blackboard.

  There is no answer.

   Finally, a question mark was drawn separately.

  You know what it means at a glance.

   Actually want them to solve problems!

  Looking at the completely unfamiliar math problem, Shen Jiao's eyes were completely black.

  What is this?

  Does mathematics look like this?

  What is mathematics?

  Questions from the soul.

  Promise couldn’t help but smile, and joked: “I didn’t expect the program crew to be so caring that made us feel the fear of being dominated by mathematics again.”

  "I will raise my hand." Shen Jiao stepped back silently, "It's none of my business."

   "I can try." Song Yu was afraid that other people would steal this opportunity to show off, so he spoke almost the next second after Shen Jiao's voice fell.

  This is a good opportunity to attract fans.

   Female Xueba’s personality is also good.

  Before this, the director told her that there would be such a session, and directly told her the question and the answer. She just pretended to write a few formulas on the blackboard, and finally wrote the answer.

  No one pays attention to those details.

  The little boy has been following them, his eyes staying silently on the blood-stained school uniform, then he withdrew his gaze, staring at his toes.

  Shen Jiao heard Song Yu's words, oh.

   "That's troublesome." He promised crooked eyebrows, "Come on."

  Song Yujing nodded firmly.

  She stepped forward, picked up the chalk set aside, and started writing according to the formula she remembered.

  In fact, she has no impression of mathematics, but the answer is always memorized.

  Song Yu writes on the blackboard seriously, and the writing on the blackboard that he deliberately practiced before is also very delicate and beautiful.

Ran Bai leaned aside, the tip of her tongue touched the chewing gum, the mouthful of mint fragrance, she lifted her eyes to look at the question on the blackboard, half-squinted her eyes, and squeaked: "The formula of the second question of the question has been copied wrong. "

  She said casually.

  It was a good thing, but now the netizens in the live broadcast room are all exploded.

  【I took it, I’ve never been so speechless in my life, what is Song Bai doing? 】

  【If you don’t understand math, you can’t count the problem, just sit down, understand? It's your sin to come out without the skills. 】

  [After an hour of disappearing, my nature is exposed again, I am drunk and drunk]

  [The attitude towards children, now people are working hard to calculate the problem there, and Song Bai is still doing it here, ha ha. 】

  At the same time, Song Yu also wrote the final answer.

   "I figured it out, the answer is three."

  The two sounds fell almost at the same time.

  Song Yu's face obviously froze.

   "What are you talking about." She smiled reluctantly, uncontrollably displeased: "How could the program team copy the wrong questions."

  What's more, she has already calculated the answer.

  染白What does this mean?

  Where does this put her?

Ran Bai didn't say anything, just walked to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk at random and threw it in his hand, turning out a beautiful circle, and then directly circled the wrong formula on the blackboard title, and quickly wrote it next to it. The correct formula.

  She writes very fast, the writing on the blackboard is elegant and unruly, it is another kind of beauty.

   is completely different from Song Yu.

   After finishing writing, Tan Bai threw the chalk into the box, and whispered in a low voice: "The program team made a mistake."

The smile on Song Yu's face disappeared completely. She pressed her lips coldly and looked at the dye white: "What do you mean? I didn't provoke you much. Even if you mind things online, there is no need. Take this matter to make a fuss. The answer is my own calculation, what's the problem?"

   "Are you sure?" Dye Bai looked at her with a smile.

  Song Yu's gaze made Song Yu a little subconsciously guilty, but it was more annoyed by being questioned.

  The atmosphere froze for a while.

   "The formula is wrong."

  At this moment, a voice that was as cold as water suddenly fell.

  There is no emotion, just stating the facts calmly.

  Song Yu looked at Ji Ran with a stiff face.

   Ji Ran is still pure and juan, looking at the formula on the blackboard indifferently, "The original formula is written upside down."

  The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

  Mathematics, as long as you make a mistake in one detail, everything will fall apart.

  In the case that this formula is completely wrong, it is impossible to hold the condition and it is impossible to draw a conclusion.

  So how can Song Yu calculate the answer from a math problem that has a bug and has no answer?

   "Hahaha, it's not a big problem..." he promised to come out to make a round of it. "It's probably the staff who made a sloppy copy for a while. It's nothing, it's nothing, let's continue."

  Netizens in the live broadcast room crashed.

  【……】

  【……】

  【……】

  After a few seconds of silence, someone finally started talking.

  【Does Song Yu fans slap their faces? 】

  【Before there were people spraying up to greet your parents, now you slap your face? 】

  【Does your face hurt, elm babies? 】

  [Song Yu’s outfit is pretty good, the show crew is afraid it’s not a black box operation of the stone hammer]

  【Ah this, I was ready to spray Song Bai, but what should I do if I suddenly become fans. 】

  Finally, the program group also took the initiative to admit the mistake. After modifying the formula, Ranbai wrote out an answer directly, which was passed.

  (End of this chapter)