The floating world sinks slightly

The next day, there was another math class. During the class, Teacher Xia talked about many common problems in students' homework. Mo Chengshen listened silently, and then wrote down the main points in his notebook.

Teachers in this era mostly use PPT to teach, with pictures and sound effects, which is definitely much more intuitive than empty words, and saves the time of writing on the blackboard, which can be regarded as improving a lot of classroom efficiency.

But Mo Chengshen still likes to watch the teacher copy the example questions on the blackboard stroke by stroke, such as now.

The sound of chalk touching the blackboard and then rubbing against it is indescribably charming.Even the air became entangled in the elongated sound lines of the cohesive strokes.

The word is like its person.

Teacher Xia's handwriting is very neat, one stroke at a time, very delicate and beautiful, a bit like the small-calendar calligraphy that a little girl in junior high school went to several bookstores to buy.

But Teacher Xia is not as innocent as the girls in junior high school after all. After buying the copybook, she just hides it and writes her own handwriting on the book. Wherever it is folded and pressed.

Xia Youqing raised his head, and mercilessly wiped the blackboard full of writing on the blackboard with a blackboard eraser.

A little bit of white dust first flew wantonly in the air in the afternoon of September when the summer has not yet left, and then quietly fell inadvertently, falling into the sun, as if it had never appeared in this world.

It is very similar to the youth of many people, they are struggling, clamoring, and going crazy, and then at a certain moment, they freeze into eternity.

Oh, there is no eternity. To be precise, it should have disappeared suddenly, leaving no trace of what once existed.

As expected by Mo Chengshen, fewer and fewer people were willing to hand in the next few assignments.

He carried homework with only three quarters of the total number into the office, where Teacher Xia was sitting.Mo Chengshen looked at the pitiful number of exercise books in his hand, and then at Teacher Xia who was looking down at the lesson plans.

But soon, Teacher Xia looked up and saw him.

"Come in, what are you doing there?" Teacher Xia waved at him, signaling him to go over.

Mo Chengshen was a little embarrassed, lowered his head, and walked to Xia Youqing's desk step by step.

"Teacher, I only received so much homework. I—" Mo Chengshen didn't dare to look up.

"Oh, it's okay, put it here."

"Actually, I really want to collect them all, but, but they——I—" He didn't want to say these things at first, but unexpectedly, something happened.

"It's okay, I know it all." Teacher Xia took the homework from Mo Chengshen's hand, and pressed it on the side a few times to arrange the whole pile neatly.

"I—I will try my best, I will definitely—" Mo Chengshen was a little flustered, and there was a bit of indiscretion in his tone.

Xia Youqing didn't speak, but pouted at the desk in front of him.

Mo Chengshen turned his head and saw the classmate in the class who just said that he needed more time to think about his homework. He was talking and smiling with a workbook, as if he was asking another math teacher a question.

That teacher, Mo Chengshen, recognized him as one of the few special teachers in the school.

Mo Chengshen seemed to have penetrated some terrible secret all of a sudden, he said tentatively, "Mr. Xia, has he ever asked you a question?"

Xia Youqing's pretty face parted into a smile, with a bit of indescribable bitterness, "What do you think?"

"Teacher, I—" He had never seen Xia Youqing like this. In his memory, Teacher Xia should always have a restrained expression and a high-spirited expression, so now, Mo Chengshen was so entangled that he didn't know how to speak.

But Xia Youqing hadn't waited for him to think of an excuse, so he hastily issued the order to evict the guest, "Go back, and work hard in the future."

Mo Cheng fled away as if in a wild, almost forgot to take the door, quite embarrassed, as if he had done some shameful thing.

It turned out that he was far from the only one who did not belong here.

But Mo Chengshen is no longer in the mood to think about these things. His first exam in the second year of high school is about to start.Time is imminent.

He is not afraid of losing, and he can afford to lose.However, he thought, now, he has a reason to have to win.

Mo Chengshen began to write a large number of papers, no matter how big or small the questions were, he would write his thinking and basic steps in the blank space next to the questions.After completing one piece, go to the final result of the answer, pick out all the wrong questions, look at your own thinking about the problem, and then look at the problem-solving analysis. After comparing the two, find out your own shortcomings, and then go back Do this question, and don't look at the specific problem-solving process until the result is exactly the same as the answer.

He knew that his method was very stupid, and he was not on the same level as those masters in the class who didn't even need to look at the questions, just glanced at the options of the multiple-choice questions to know the answer.

But he is still alone, crawling silently, even if it is very slow, even if he can't see clearly, the wind and rain ahead.

He would also envy his two roommates, especially He Tanwen, who looked ordinary and weak. Although his study seemed to be hard, he was limited to completing all homework in time, and he did not have the aura of sweeping thousands of miles like other academic bullies. field.

But so what, his grades are really good, and he can always occupy the top three in the talent pool.Be the only crystal in the ordinary class that can shine forever.

It's not Mo Chengshen's style to have a college bully in the dormitory. When he has doubts, he will naturally go to He Tanwen.

Presumably this is also one of the reasons why he walked further and further away. Faced with the messy process ideas written by Mo Chengshen on the paper, He Tanwen mostly faltered and hawed back and forth, without saying a word for a long time.After a long time, normal people will have such rifts, who are we and who, you still hide your secrets.

No matter how good-tempered Mo Chengshen was, he was still an ordinary person. Even if he used to be outspoken and unwilling to think about things, gradually he should have his own thoughts.

As a result, he came and went too many times. He would rather think about it slowly by himself, or ask other top students in the class, even if he had a random discussion with Li Haoyu, his deskmate who had never been in the school rankings, than listen to it in the dormitory. He Tanwen's nonsense for a long time, but there is no orthodox answer.

Mo Chengshen was making progress, albeit slowly.But one day, he believes that he can climb the peak he wants to climb.

Yes, at that time he still believed that hard work pays off.

When he was running around the school every day, he still held a lot of test papers that he had done or hadn't done, trying to squeeze out a gap in the already tense time that could no longer be tense.

To be able to look at one more type of question, find one more error-prone point, and have more time to come up with a way to solve the problem is a great wealth for him now.

The ending has not yet been revealed, but success or failure has been determined.Who said that success must be crowned with laurels, every hero who has overcome all obstacles is his own king, unique and irreplaceable.