A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Zhuang Ruoying looked at the above question from beginning to end and found that it was a number theory question.

A few steps to solve the problem are written below.

In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Ruoying thought of the Mathematical Olympiad Creative Competition on the practice pass that the school advertised with great fanfare.

Zhuang Ruoying pestered Zhuang Huiye to invite him to hire a very good Mathematics Olympiad teacher because he could get extra points in the college entrance examination and even got a recommended quota. strenuous.

Under the guidance of senior teachers, her grades have been stable in the top [-] of her grades, but she is not sure that her college entrance examination scores will be stable in Qingbei.

Under the condition that all the composition, art and other competitions cancel the extra points, the rewards of the Mathematical Olympiad creative competition are very attractive, but she is powerless.

Zhuang Ruoying didn't know if the topic in her hand was original.

Aunt Hui asked concerned: "Is it Miss's?"

Zhuang Ruoying was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I dropped it, thank you Aunt Hui."

After closing the door, Zhuang Ruoying turned on the computer and retrieved the question.

In the early morning, as soon as Zhuang Shen and Liu Fan entered the cafeteria, they noticed that there was an advertisement for today's dishes flashing on the wall of the cafeteria, and it was replaced with another sentence.

"Wow, the canteen has been renewed, and the price of vegetables has dropped? It's still buffet! Lunch and dinner are five yuan a meal?!" Liu Fan looked up, with a surprised face: "It's not what you want to eat, but as much as you want ? Why did the school suddenly show kindness?"

In the past, the cafeteria was divided into 20-yuan and [-]-yuan areas. The number of dishes was different, and there were only seven sets of dishes for a week. You can always find dishes you don’t like every day.

Zhuang Shen glanced at the master who was pouring porridge aside: "Maybe he got the funding."

"Our school's benefits in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation are really great! Although the tuition fee is a little expensive, it's worth it!"

Liu Fan quickly went to buy a bowl of noodles, sat across from Zhuang Shen, glanced at his porridge from the corner of the eye, and was a little shocked: "Even the free porridge is made with such care, it seems that the school has received a huge amount of funding."

The porridge before was so sparse that you had to look for rice in the soup. Now you can intuitively see that the bowl is filled with plump and soft rice grains, white and tender, and it looks quite appetizing.

Zhuang took a deep bite, the soft and thick white rice porridge was wrapped in just the right amount of sweetness, smooth and delicious.

Both the softness and sweetness are exactly the same as the bowl of porridge that he put three spoonfuls of sugar for himself in the infirmary.

Liu Fan asked him: "How is it? Does it taste better than before?"

Zhuang Shen lowered his head and scooped up another spoonful: "Well, it's very sweet."

Because of the price reduction in the cafeteria, more people came to eat. Fortunately, the two of them came early, otherwise there would be no seats now.

Liu Fan wiped his mouth after eating and said: "Yesterday after you were sent to the infirmary by Shen Wen, the vice principal and Ma Pingchun talked for a long time, as if they didn't let her go, but they said that they would check her class frequently, and we must It is as responsible as teaching the third experimental class, and you can’t lose your temper with us. At the last moment yesterday, Ma Pingchun taught us in front of the vice principal with a livid face. I think she is more aggrieved than being kicked out of the classroom.”

Zhuang Shen finished his bowl of porridge slowly, and just as he put down his spoon, several people sat down beside him.

Huang Mao led his brothers to occupy a lot of seats, the younger brother who had no seat patted the table, and the classmates who hadn't finished eating shivered and ran to the other side with their plates.

Liu Fan showed nervousness, and subconsciously wanted to tell Zhuang Shen to leave.

But Zhuang Shen's face remained the same, he sat motionless in his seat, and his light pupils slowly glanced at them.

Huang Mao sat next to Zhuang Shen, glanced at the bowl on his table, and smiled: "Yo, the cafeteria is specially afraid that some people will not be able to afford it, and the price of vegetables has been reduced. Are you still drinking free porridge?"

Huang Mao was slapped in the face by Zhuang Shen before, and he was not happy at all. He happened to see him eating, and ran over to greet his younger brother.

The younger brothers understood Huangmao's sarcasm best, and they all echoed: "This free, free, white, and porridge is also liked by those in the village. I suspect that it is specially for pigs."

"You need money to buy feed for pigs, but you don't even need money for this white porridge. Doesn't it mean that pigs don't want to drink it?"

"Don't insult pigs, pigs don't want face?"

A group of people were laughing and laughing, and the voices of the people eating and chatting next to them were much quieter.

Zhuang Shen listened quietly until the last person finished speaking, then said in a low voice, "Is it finished?"

Huang Mao was taken aback by his question, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Why?"

As soon as his smile started to rise, the next moment, Zhuang Shen rushed over and grabbed his collar, lifted him up from his seat in an instant with all his strength, and smashed him hard on the cafeteria floor. !

Huang Mao was dumbfounded.

He really didn't expect that this man, who didn't look fierce at all, was even tougher than him when fighting.

Not to mention the yellow hair, everyone else present was stunned. At that moment, Zhuang Shen didn't seem to give up at all. Instead of holding a man weighing more than 100 kilograms, he was holding an inflatable toy.

Huang Mao regained his composure, and then realized that he was in close contact with the greasy floor of the cafeteria. He roared and remembered: "Are you a fucking bitch? Wait, this is your first move. I will let you drop out of school today." !"

Zhuang Shen stepped on his back, lowered his head, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, his shallow eyes were like a pool of cold water: "You have such a poisonous mouth, I should teach you a lesson."

The younger brothers in the back were a little hesitant when they saw their elder brother being beaten up all at once.

"Go and help big brother!"

"Go and help!"

"...Why should it be me! You go!"

"You are close, you go!"

Several people pushed and blocked, but no one dared to approach Zhuang Shen. It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but they didn't dare.

This Zhuang Shen, hiding his secrets, is a werewolf!

Zhuang Shen's kick gave Huang Mao the illusion that his internal organs were about to be trampled to pieces. He turned his head and called out viciously, "What the hell are you looking at? Let me do it together!"

As soon as the younger brothers approached Zhuang Shen, several uncles in cafeteria staff uniforms walked over with strong strides, and they were shocked: "Which class are they all over there? Fighting in the cafeteria? Stop it!!"

In the office, the dean wrote down the names and classes of this group of people, shot them with a pair of stern eyebrows, and finally fixed on Liu Fan who was not involved: "Tell me, why did they fight just now?"

Facing Huangmao's threatening eyes, Liu Fan stated the facts with his sense of justice: "As soon as Zhuang Shen finished his porridge, the students in Class [-] drove away the people next to him and sat down and said that Zhuang Shen's free porridge is..."

Liu Fan seemed to think that those words were not very pleasant, so he glanced at Zhuang Shen, who nodded and asked him to continue.

Liu Fan continued: "...the country people drink it, and they say they don't even eat pigs... He said a lot of nasty things, Zhuang Shen listened to them quietly, and wanted to educate them, but he didn't expect that classmate to be careful. He was pulled to the ground by Zhuang Shen..."

The front is fine, but when Huang Mao heard the back, he couldn't help shouting: "You are fucking talking fart! Did he accidentally drag me to the ground?!"

That fall at that time, his chest and back are throbbing with pain now, okay!

The dean's resolute Chinese character face turned on the spot, and his voice was like a bell: "Shut up! What are you talking about! Look at yourself, do you have the face to refute?!"

The yellow hair had already dyed his head, and he didn't wear his school uniform well. He didn't wear a black tie, and his white shirt was unbuttoned two times.

This group of people stood together, who would dare to provoke them?

On the other hand, Zhuang Shen, with a black tie and a white shirt, is clean and tidy, with a small, downturned face that is fair and delicate, looking weak and frightened.

Can this person beat yellow hair?

The teaching director has been in the school for so many years, and he has long heard that the free rice porridge in the cafeteria is very light, and basically only students from poor families will drink it.

Drinking plain porridge was inexplicably ridiculed by the bastard, and he wanted to refute after listening quietly and obediently. What a good boy!

Huang Mao still felt that he had been wronged, and complained to him: "Director Jiang! I was really beaten by him! My back must be bruised!"

Director Jiang ignored him, and turned to look at Zhuang Shen: "Zhuang Shen, do you have anything to say?"

Zhuang Shen raised his head, and after subduing his coldness, he was left with a soft youthful air, which was very deceptive, and even his voice was softer: "Director Jiang, I was actually threatened by them before, I don't know... Can you tell me?"

He carefully glanced at Huangmao and the others, looking terrified.

Seeing his pretentious expression, Huang Mao was about to get violent, but when Director Jiang smashed the table, he said angrily, "Say! I'll support you!"

"One day at noon, I was blocked by them, and they forced me to the rooftop, wanting to fight with me..." Zhuang Shen was calm now, like a baby bird that had been sheltered, and he was not afraid of powerful enemies.

Director Jiang didn't expect that this was not just a verbal insult, but also campus violence!

"Why did they want to fight with you? Be clear!"

Under Huang Mao's resentful gaze, Zhuang Shen showed a little smile, and continued: "Because when I transferred to another school, Fan Sheng in my class was prejudiced against me. Later, the teacher and classmates intervened, knowing that he always bullied his classmates before. I don't know why I didn't come to school... The classmates in class nine thought it was my fault, so they thought..."

"It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!" Director Jiang slapped the table hard, blowing his beard and staring angrily.

He had heard about Fan Sheng's incident a long time ago. He thought that after Fan Sheng was sent home, he would reflect on himself, but he didn't expect to instigate other classmates to bully the victim behind his back!

Director Jiang calmed down, and looked at Zhuang Shen worriedly: "What happened next? Are you injured?"

Zhuang Shen shook his head, and replied obediently: "Fortunately, the righteous classmate Shen Wen was also on the rooftop at that time, and helped me drive them away."

Director Jiang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine..."

Huang Mao didn't expect that Zhuang Shen would drag out all this matter, and pretended to be so innocent. He thought that he could distort the facts, and suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "Director Jiang, he lied! I didn't find anyone to beat him! He Blood spurting!"

Zhuang Shen frowned, a chill appeared on his face, and he was about to speak.

A lazy voice suddenly came from the door: "Director Jiang, I testify that what Zhuang Shen said is true."

The coldness in Zhuang Shen's heart eased a little.

Everyone looked at it together, and the righteous student Shen Wen leaned against the door and smiled openly and sincerely: "The timid student Zhuang Shen at that time was about to cry from fright."

The author has something to say: The cowardly classmate Zhuang Shen: kill him after you get out.