The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

After watching Wu Jing go out, Yan Hun sent a WeChat message to his nephew.

[Hun]: Hahahahahaha, your daughter-in-law is really fun.

[Yan Xinguang]: What happened to you?

[Hun]: What do you think you are like?Every time I send you a message, you don’t reply when I send anything else, you only reply in seconds when I send you a message about your daughter-in-law.Hehe, do you really want to know what happened to me?I will not say.

[Hun]: How about it, I'll listen to you if you say something interesting, and then I'll consider whether to tell you.I have a friend who wants to know when you fell in love with your wife.

After waiting for a long time, there is still no reply.

Yan Hui knew that this meant that he didn't want to talk to him anymore, shook his head with a smile, turned off the phone, put it upside down on the table, and began to sort out the lesson plans.

Three days later, the results of the third joint examination of City C's National Mathematics Contest for High School Students and the Mathematics Contest for High School Students in City C were announced on the bulletin board of No. [-] Middle School.

Although high school has the opportunity to participate in the competition every year for three years, firstly, the homework is heavy in the third year of high school, and secondly, the math competition has little to do with the content of the book, so most students choose to participate in the first or second year of high school.

There is a circle of high school students under the bulletin board, and they all look familiar at a glance.

When Wu Jing trotted all the way to see the results, he couldn't squeeze in.

He waited outside for a while, Yao Bin and Liu Lei struggled to squeeze out from the crowd, Wu Jing gave them a hand, and said straight to the point: "How did it turn out?"

Yao Bin stretched out his head and looked behind him: "The Great God didn't come with you?"

Wu Jing was speechless: "When did you see him doing something like squatting under the bulletin board for grades, which is degrading to the king's status?"

Liu Lei smiled: "That's right, it doesn't matter to him whether he looks at it or not."

Wu Jing: "So what's the result?"

The three of them chatted as they walked back.

Yao Bin: "Your god is number one. There's nothing to say. I don't even bother to open my mouth... Forget it, I'll say it because of your eager expression. The city's number one. Gossip seems to be the only one with a perfect score in the city. Do you think he is perverted?"

Wu Jing: "...You said you were too lazy to speak, but you have been beeping for 5 minutes."

Yao Bin: "You have to understand, Dad did this for you."

Wu Jing: "..."

Liu Lei: "In addition to the great master, Xiao Yezi has also entered the top five, and his place in the national competition is stable. He is also a ruthless person. I didn't realize that he is so good at mathematics before?"

Yao Bin: "He is very good at mathematics, but his English is terrible, so he usually does not stand out in the final exam."

Wu Jing: "Just the two of them? Is there no one else?"

Hearing this, Yao Bin swallowed hard, and then said: "There is also the school committee! I was shocked when I saw it! It was you who said so swearingly the day before yesterday that the school committee was going to collapse this time. Look, it didn't collapse? Are you bluffing us?"

Wu Jing froze for a moment, "You read that right?"

Liu Lei said: "I just got new glasses, and my eyesight is 5.0, which is absolutely correct. The name of the school committee is just behind Xiao Yezi, which happens to be fifth."

Yan Hui sits in a one-person office on the top floor of the teacher's building, very arrogant.

At this moment, he was sitting inside, flipping through the test papers of the top five in this competition, and after a while, he straightened up abruptly.

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It wasn't that the top five candidates shocked him.

Although he predicted that Yu Biao failed to enter the top five, no one can say for sure how he will be on the day of the test, and nervous mistakes are common.

What really surprised him was that in Zhang Caijun's test paper, the idea of ​​solving the last four big questions, or the steps to solve the questions, was exactly the same as Yan Hui's own brain circuit.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, let alone this kind of Olympiad problem with countless solutions. A hundred students have a hundred ideas. Usually, Yan Hui corrects their practice papers and often says "this **** It’s okay” rhetoric.

And Zhang Caijun had not only one, but four questions, all of which collided with Yan Hui's thinking, which was not normal no matter how you looked at it.

Yan Hui thought for a while, frowned, opened his lesson plan book and quickly flipped through a few pages, and found the answer in his heart.

There was already a commotion in the classroom, shouting for some big winners to treat them to dinner.

No one dared to make trouble for Yan Xinguang, and Su Zhiye had always been relatively non-existent, so all the good people went to Zhang Caijun.

For a while, when those who knocked on the table, those who whistled, and Wu Jing and the others came back, the whole classroom was in a mess.

"Isn't this a treat? Rounding up, you've already entered Qingbei!"

"The requirements are not high, the school committee just invite a Haidilao KTV one-stop!"

"I agree!"

"Seconded!"

The smile on Zhang Caijun's face was a bit unbearable and awkward, but there was a hint of complacency between his brows, and a little complacency, which swept away the gloom that had been lingering all this time.

He clapped his hands with a smile, and said, "Okay, then this Friday, Central City, the old place, and sing K after eating hot pot?"

"OK OK!"

"The school committee is awesome!"

Duan Changhan sat on the edge of the window with his legs crossed, looked there for a while coldly, saw Wu Jing and the others coming in, his eyes lit up, he jumped out of the window, and said meaningfully: "The bottom of the top five is still the best." Are you ashamed to eat? If you want to eat, you can eat God."

After finishing speaking, he raised his chin towards Yan Xinguang, who was casually flipping through the book, "Just say please, Brother Yan?"

Basically, no one dared to take the lead in coaxing Yan Xinguang.But once someone starts this, it will definitely be more interesting than making trouble with Zhang Caijun.

After all, there are many people who want to get closer to Yan Xinguang—those who are secretly jealous, who admire, who always pay attention to those who eat melons secretly, everyone just lacks an opportunity.

At this time, Chang Han took the lead, and everyone began to look at him eagerly.

The boy smiled casually, his handsome profile was like a painting, he raised his head suddenly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay."

The others froze, feeling that something was going on, and rushed to Yan Xinguang's table, making the noise even more fierce.

"God please! God please!"

"Then can't you invite a five-star hotel? Do I want to attend in a formal dress?"

"Damn it, can you stop fishing like this, the Great God hasn't even spoken yet, have you even thought about what to eat?"

Yan Xinguang let them make trouble, the corners of his lips curled up, and his eyes followed Wu Jing who had just entered the classroom.When he got to the side of the seat and was about to join the conversation with a dazed face, he said, "Ask him, I'll listen to him."

Everyone turned to Wu Jing in unison.

Wu Jing was stunned by so many eyes, and the moment he wanted to say something, he got stuck in his throat.

He suddenly remembered that a month ago, Yan Xinguang seemed to have promised him that after the accompanying exam, he would take him to eat well.

Recalling the miserable situation that he felt as if he was going to be drained by his studies every night during this period of time, Wu Jing felt that he was really bewitched by evil spirits, what kind of Gu was used by Yan Xinguang? ?

Wu Jing gritted his teeth and roared: "Okay! Don't regret that I told you, just wait to be eaten up!!"

As soon as Wu Jing said this, they almost screamed.

When Yao Erniu came in, he saw that the corner of the last row of the classroom was full of people, with Yan Xinguang and Wu Jing in the center.

One was sitting, with almost nowhere to rest his long legs, propping his head up and smiling as he watched the other chattering non-stop, even squinting his eyes, reaching out and flicking his forehead.

Needless to say, Wu Jing has always been the most violent one, and now he doesn't know what he is arguing with Duan Changhan, so he almost jumps up in a hurry.

Exuding a vigorous youthful spirit that only their age can have.

Yao Erniu seldom saw Yan Xinguang so happy, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances, and didn't call for class.

After the bell rang, everyone returned to everyone, only to find that Yao Erniu had already stood on the podium for a long time.

Yao Erniu smiled and said, "Are you very happy, students? I am also very happy. There are a total of five places in the National Mathematics Competition, and our class has three. This midterm exam is over, and the teacher will invite you to dinner!"

There was a burst of cheers from below.

When they were tired of calling Teacher Yao 666, Yao Erniu cleared his throat, opened the PPT and prepared to give a lecture, suddenly remembered something, and said again: "Oh, by the way, Zhang Caijun, Teacher Yan asked you to go to Mr. He goes."

Wu Jing was taken aback for a moment, the water in his mouth almost spewed out, subconsciously went to look at Yan Xinguang, and met his gaze.

When he heard "Teacher Yan", the first thing he thought of was the person next to him. Just now he was wondering when his teacher Yan was going to find the school committee.

It turned out that No. [-] Middle School now has two Yan teachers, and they still belong to the same family.

Wu Jing wiped his mouth, and naturally pinched the fountain pen on Yan Xinguang's desk.

Zhang Caijun knocked on Yan Hui's office door.

Yan Hun was drinking milk tea again.

Seeing Zhang Caijun come in, he took a big mouthful of pearls, nodded to him, and said, "Sit."

Zhang Caijun didn't sit down.

Yan Hui smiled, put down the milk tea, and said gently: "I let you sit, why don't you sit? Afraid of me?"

Zhang Caijun: "What do you need to ask me? I'll just stand and listen."

He insisted on standing, and Yan Hui didn't bother to be polite to him—they grew up in a family like this, and they don't know how to write the word polite—lazily pushed the milk tea forward, and said: "This competition You did well in the exam, and entered the top five."

Zhang Caijun's fingers moved slightly, he raised his face and said, "Thank you teacher."

Yan Hui raised his eyebrows, and the loose smile on the corner of his mouth slowly faded away.

This kid stubble is quite tough.

Thinking of the content of the chat with Yan Xinguang just now, he became even more displeased with the student in front of him, and immediately didn't want to play around with him, and said coldly: "You are quite courageous, cheating on me?"

Zhang Caijun frowned, and said stiffly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yan Huan snorted, shook the lesson plan he had been holding, turned to the commonly used draft paper, touched it, and said with a sneer: "You little friend, you can be regarded as quite persevering, according to my draft paper It’s been a while since you pressed the imprint, right? If you put all your energy into Mathematical Olympiad, you might be able to get a real score on your own.”

Zhang Caijun's pupils dilated instantly.

"After I got the sample paper, I did the calculations on the draft paper myself. This is my habit. After the calculation, I tore up both the paper and the draft paper. If your ideas for the last four questions are so consistent with mine, I'm afraid I haven't thought of it yet."

Yan Hui stood up and approached Zhang Caijun. He didn't look like a teacher at all, and said softly, "Little friend, you are in serious trouble. What I hate the most is cheating, or cheating in math. Don't blame the teacher for bullying others oh."