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The door of the classroom was gently pushed open, and a tall female teacher walked in, not their chemistry teacher, but the person Mu Zi'an knew best - Gu Nan.

Junior high school can be regarded as Mu Zi'an's nightmare.Even after becoming a teacher, she still resists thinking about that time.No teacher is willing to treat her as a human being, just because you don't study well.

When Mu Zi'an first entered junior high school, she was very good at studying and was quiet. The head teacher compared her with Guo Ze, who had the worst grades and was the most noisy in the class, thinking that if Guo Ze was dealt with, the class discipline would improve.

Mu Zi'an's interests were not considered at all.

Therefore, her position has always been at the last table by default. At that time, she was not tall and could not see the blackboard, and her grades plummeted.

Talk to the teacher, but she will only be ridiculed that her grades have dropped, or praised her for being well-behaved. No matter how you go around, she still sits at the back without mentioning the seat change.

So Mu Zi'an has a very deep impression on every teacher, she hates them!

If someone was willing to urge her to study instead of adding trouble, then she would definitely work hard, but no one was willing to meddle in her own business.

Just because she is a child of a single parent family.

Since Gu Nan came to teach the sixth class, the current time should be determined on the third day after her biological mother abandoned her, when she was hungry for three days.

Teachers sarcasm, classmates looked down upon, parents abandoned, relatives pushed around, dark childhood.Pulling her out of the abyss, believing that there is still love in the world, was Gu Nan who was willing to adopt her later.

She never disliked her poor grades and not studying hard.

Now this person is standing on the podium.

Tall and thin, holding a stack of papers in his hand, his fingers are slender, but his middle finger has a thick callus and the skin is also cracked.Mu Zi'an was most familiar with this situation.

Every winter, Gu Nan's fingers would split from holding the pen for a long time. This kind of crime was the most unbearable but she had to endure.It seems that this old problem of hand pain is now there?

Mu Zi'an stared at her hand thoughtfully.

Gu Nan stood on the podium, lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice: I am an associate professor of Peking University, and my surname is Gu.This time I returned to my alma mater because I was invited by the principal to teach a class.

"After I finish speaking, you make a paper, let me see your level, and let me have something to explain. I will only teach you one class, and then there will be no more intersections, so you don't have to worry. I am not your teacher."

After finishing speaking, I didn't explain much, picked up the chalk and started writing on the blackboard.

At that time, there was only one projector in a school, so only chalk blackboard writing was used in class.Mu Zi'an thought for a while, it seemed that he had heard that Gu Nan was very good, and became a professor at Peking University at the age of 20, so he was invited by the school to give some academic reports.

Later, in order to take care of his already riddled stomach, he gave up his promising job as a teacher and found a high-paying technician close to home.This is what Mu Zi'an owed her, no matter how indifferent she was later, Mu Zi'an still remembered this.

I heard the students who got the papers talking and making noise.

She knew that the test papers sent by Gu Nan were too difficult.At that time, Mu Zi'an listened to her lecture very attentively, but after the paper was handed out, he still couldn't do a single question, so Mu Zi'an chose to major in chemistry without hesitation, and became a teacher like her.

Anyway, Mu Zi'an is also a high school chemistry teacher, and he has studied the major for more than 20 years, so it is impossible for him to be worse than those junior high school students.When I was a child, I couldn't understand anything, but now it's different.

So looking at the first chemical formula written by Gu Nan, she knew what she was going to talk about.

Because junior high school students are not like college students, Gu Nan had to choose something simple to talk about.After much deliberation, it was decided last night. Today I will talk about the reaction of nitrogen-containing gas with water, and the content will not be difficult.

So Gu Nan was the first to write down: NO2, NO, O2 and H2O.

Mu Zi'an also understands very well. She just learned the simple application of nitrogen in junior high school, and as a rule, even she would choose to talk about it.But back then, I couldn't understand anything because this part was not good.

In fact, it was useless even if she learned it well, because junior high school did not introduce so many concepts at that time, and it was still difficult in general.

Gu Nan gave an overview in a few words, and then started handing out the papers.Mu Zi'an listened to it in a dispirited manner, and felt that he was simply lowering his own level.

I didn't expect Gu Nan's lectures to be so bad, but when she crushed herself with chemistry, it wasn't so bad!Who can understand this kind of talk? It's really unprofessional ethics.

If it were me, I would...

The paper was passed over from the front table, Mu Zi'an glanced at it, and couldn't help but sneer.

Mu Zi'an, Mu Zi'an, you really underestimated your black-bellied adoptive mother.There were only five questions on the paper, but nearly three to ten minutes were left for them to think.It can be seen that this is not an easy problem.

Mu Zi'an finally understood why he couldn't solve these problems back then.Because even if you are the person you are today, you have to think about it carefully.The reason is simple, these question types are compiled by Gu Nan himself.

It is not easy to come up with a new type of chemistry problem by yourself.

Chemistry is a subject that is both difficult and easy to say.

It is very easy to learn high school chemistry well, because there are only a few question types in total, as long as you can understand it, you can memorize it.But college chemistry has been raised to a higher level. There is no teacher to summarize the types for you, and you have to do everything yourself.

Based on real life, during the four years of college, Mu Zi'an gave himself about 2000 types of questions.

Only then can he make his debut in the national competition. Even if he deliberately degenerates and the university he got into is very bad, he will still be sent to a key high school to become a teacher.

But then I degenerated again, and couldn't teach students well for several years.Leaving these things aside for now, what Mu Zi'an really wants to say is:

Gu Nan, you are really flattering these junior high school students, even if you give them the original question, they won't know how to answer it.

But, now that Gu Nan doesn't know her yet, she can't speak, so she can't help laughing.Mu Zi'an shook his head and concentrated on reading the question.

The first question and the second question are really simple. It is estimated that they are Gu Nan’s bonus questions. It is just that you can get the answer if you know the chemical equation, but this can only be learned in the second year of high school. Now she is in the first year of junior high...

Because I learned the properties of NO and NO2 in junior high school, Gu Nan didn't even mention the chemical equation before, so I want the students to come up with this formula by themselves?

Theoretically speaking, this is impossible, you don't know if it can respond, but Mu Zi'an's rebirth is not a theoretically reasonable thing.

Mu Zi'an has been Gu Nan's daughter for so many years, and she is also a chemistry teacher, so her basics can be described as extremely solid, so after browsing the questions, she knew the answer.

But if you don’t write about the process, no matter what era it is, some people will think that you are writing nonsense.Mu Zi'an really understood this truth, but even if he wanted to write, he still had more energy than he wanted. It turned out that he was such a bastard in junior high school that he didn't even have a pen.

To put it bluntly, I feel discouraged about my surroundings and don't want to study anymore.

But now she really wants to finish this paper, but looking around, the students in the last few rows also have poor grades. In the early days of the reform, buying a pencil was considered a luxury, and no one wanted to lend it to others.

Mu Zi'an thought for a while, then raised his hand helplessly.

"Teacher, I forgot my pencil, can you lend me one?"

Gu Nan, who was sitting in the front, was reading a book with a blank face. Hearing this, he raised his head, glanced at her, and then lowered his head again. "Don't write if you don't bring it, and I didn't bring it either."

The subtext of this sentence is written in vain. You can’t make it anyway, so don’t write it.

Having lived for many years, Mu Zi'an certainly heard Gu Nan's subtext, and sat down silently again.Is it because I sit at the back, so I don't have any expectations of her at all?

No wonder it was an exam, the man didn't raise his head to look at her once, he just looked at the books he brought.

She is still a poor creature hiding in the dark.

Thinking about it this way, Mu Zi'an couldn't hold back his grievance and anger. He didn't want to stay here at all. He stiffened his body, stood up, and said, "Teacher, I have a stomachache. Can I go to the infirmary?"

Gu Nan silently didn't make a sound, it was a tacit consent.