After a simple rebirth

Liu Jiao was holding a notebook and copying math problems on the blackboard. The problem was similar to one where you were trying to drain and fill a swimming pool at the same time and asked how long it would take to fill it up.

Since childhood, Fu Ying has been extremely bad at solving word problems. She can solve equations but cannot solve word problems.

I could only bite the bullet and copy the questions. Liu Jiao's handwriting is very beautiful. You can tell at a glance that she is someone who has practiced calligraphy. The shape and style of the characters are all there. Fu Ying has always envied those who have practiced calligraphy. Their handwriting is so beautiful. I didn't have the opportunity when I was studying. After I started working, Fu Ying bought a copybook and practiced for a while. I didn't practice the style, but it looked much better.

Liu Jiao quickly finished copying ten questions, and then prepared to leave the classroom. Fu Ying followed her out and asked her if she was going to the math teacher's office. Liu Jiao nodded, and Fu Ying said she wanted to go there too.

The math teacher and the English teacher were in the same office, and the old lady was correcting the test papers. Liu Jiao took a new set of papers back to the classroom, and Fu Ying walked up to the old lady.

"Teacher Wang, I feel like I still can't get my head around a lot of math word problems, and I always make mistakes. I'd like to ask if you have extra old test papers. I'd like to take one copy of each and do them again."

It is difficult to improve scores in mathematics all at once, so Fu Ying can only memorize formulas, do more exercises, and try to lose as few points as possible.

"You are always careless. You know how to do many questions, but you write them down without checking them carefully. You must check the calculations!" The old lady said to Fu Ying earnestly. This student is smart, but careless and a bit stubborn.

"Okay, I will check it carefully and verify the results more often." I will definitely listen to the teacher's criticism. This was indeed a mistake I often made when I was in junior high school.

The old lady searched the drawer and found about ten papers scattered around. "These are the test papers for the second and third year students. You have done them before and the answers are given. Go home and try to do them yourself. If you don't know how to do them, come and ask me!"

"Okay, thank you teacher." After thanking the old lady, Fu Ying took the test papers back to the classroom.

"Why do you have so few test papers? They're not enough to distribute." Maomao asked, looking at the test papers in her hand.

"No, I didn't know how to do a lot of word problems, so I asked my math teacher for the papers I had done before and reviewed them while doing them."

"Why do you love studying so much now!" Maomao was very surprised. Fu Ying talked much less today, and there was a sense of distance between them. She didn't care much about class affairs. In the past, she would grab those boys and go back to her seat during lunch break.

"The high school entrance exam is coming up soon, why don't you study?"

Fu Ying didn't know what Mao Mao was thinking. She hadn't been a class monitor for so long that she didn't remember what a class monitor should do. When she was in school, she was stubborn and thought being a class monitor was something great. She controlled her classmates to death and used a feather as a token of authority. Her classmates didn't like her and the results were not satisfactory. At least Fu Ying was angry all day long, and several boys deliberately went against her. Although she was a store manager at work, she realized that when it came to work and management, she had to turn a blind eye and not cross the bottom line. She couldn't keep doing it.

When Fu Ying was looking at the test paper, a girl sitting on the podium knocked on the table and spoke:

"It's lunch break time. Everyone go back to your seats and lie down. Don't make any noise or move around. If you don't listen, I'll write it down in my notebook."

Fu Ying looked at the girl. She had an oval face, tiger teeth, long hair, and a non-mainstream crooked ponytail. She was a beauty. To use the Internet terminology of later generations, she was a pure and lovely goddess. Fu Ying only remembered her name was Qing. She seemed to be one of the class cadres, the entertainment committee member or something. She hadn't seen her since graduation.

Seeing her sitting on the podium, Fu Ying vaguely remembered that someone seemed to be on duty to supervise the students at noon, and it was a rotation of class leaders. She forgot what day it was, but it seemed that it was not today.

I looked at the time, it was 12:40, so it was okay to take a nap. At that time, schools and parents were not so particular, and students would take a nap directly on the table. If they could fall asleep, they would sleep with their arms as a pillow, and if they couldn't fall asleep, they would lie on the table with their eyes closed to rest.

Put the test paper away and put it in your schoolbag, take out the Chinese textbook, and then find a classical Chinese text to read silently twice, with your arm as a pillow, and recite the next paragraph after you have memorized it.

Sure enough, this method is very hypnotic. Halfway through reciting, I couldn’t control my sleepiness and fell asleep directly on my stomach.