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Gu Lanqing didn't mention it any more: "If you think she doesn't know anything when she is ten years old, you know it when you are five years old, why can't she understand it when she is ten years old, she is also in the third grade, she needs to know what is bad Yes, you can’t just know what’s good.”

"Yes," Yan Zisheng let go of Tiantian's ear, "We Tiantian seem to be precocious."

What Yan Zisheng didn't expect was that his niece gave him a shot at this time: "No, they all said that you are the oldest, uncle."

Yan Zisheng choked on the throat with a mouthful of soup.

"Hurry up and go to the meeting after drinking, just take a shower and go to bed, and watch it again when you get up tomorrow morning. We will leave on time at nine o'clock."

Yan Zisheng has a good brain and has been praised for being smart since he was a child. Although he doesn't like English, the requirements for the speaking test of the college entrance examination are not high.

Then he read the entire spoken language book forward and backward, read the questions and answers, and the oral translation guessed that there would be no mistakes. Only then did Yan Zisheng remember that he had turned on his mobile phone all afternoon, and he was still in a daze. After looking around on QQ, he clicked on the space to share a few photos of Tiantian taken in the afternoon, with the text: "My niece is really fun." He put his phone aside and went to take a shower.

After taking a warm bath, he walked to the desk, turned on his mobile phone and looked at QQ, and there were more than 50 new messages displayed at once. He didn't bother to read one by one, so he directly clicked on the photos he sent, and read the comments below .

Seeing Fan Zhengyang replying to him: "My niece and son-in-law sent condolences for your illness."

No. 25 Middle School does not allow mobile phones. Fan Zhengyang knows that he secretly brought mobile phones, but it is exactly nine o'clock, [-] minutes before the end of evening self-study, which is the time when Fu Juan usually goes to class to talk about things and sum up things. It is enough to be blatant, he moved his fingers quickly: "You don't want to die."

Fan Zhengyang quickly chatted with him privately: "Sister Juan was dealing with the violation of discipline in our dormitory next door last night. The English teacher just came and told me to recite it for 25 minutes. Now the class is full of voices, so it's okay. "

"Is there a new test paper today?" Yan Zisheng has not started to write half of the math sheet, so he hurriedly asked because he was afraid of setting it up again.

"No, no, our Yan'er is doing well. He came to tell me in the evening that the mathematics will be collected tomorrow night. There is nothing else. They all say that the oral test is the first." Fan Zhengyang is the representative of the mathematics class, and the mathematics teacher Zhang Yan is a young student. She looks very young. Although she has already given birth to two children, a person in her thirties is still like a college student who has just graduated from school, so they call her Yan'er in private, and they all like her. She, this is also Zhang Yan's first time teaching senior three, and she is more serious than anyone else. In fact, she doesn't have to be a homeroom teacher on Saturdays and Sundays. She didn't leave until 10 minutes after the end of the evening self-study class, fearing that some students would ask her questions.

"Okay, be careful, get out of class is over soon, sister Juan has to come back."

"Well, let's not talk about it."

Yan Zisheng took the test paper and draft paper from the side, bowed his head and began to write.

It takes two hours to take a math test paper seriously, but it takes less than two hours to write homework. If you don’t have a burden, you don’t have to worry about making mistakes and going back to check, and if you don’t, you won’t be afraid of deducting points.

In school, he had written all the first ten questions and answer questions 15, 16, and 17. After finishing the simple ones, only the intermediate questions and difficult questions remained.

Filling in the blank questions 11 and 12 is not too much pressure for him, and it will come out after two more calculations. Question 13 is just a little bumpy in the calculation process, and most of them can be solved at the end. He looked at question 14, I spent a long time looking at the formula of semicolon, semicolon, square, square, and power, giving up the calculation of the derivative, and changing the calculation method, but I couldn’t calculate it, like a stranded dolphin, I was extremely uncomfortable.

He took the phone again, hesitated for three seconds and didn't click on the homework help, turned his fingers to open WeChat, searched for "xuefang59" and sent a request: "Brother Fang Fang, I'm Yan Zisheng." Then he went out and plugged the phone into the bed Charge the head, go back and count twice, give up, and start to do big problems.

This set of papers is quite difficult. It has always been difficult for the teachers of No. 20 Middle School to produce the papers by themselves. The usual homework handouts are good things that cannot be bought outside. In this set, the first question is fairly easy to learn, but the second question starts to be difficult, and you can’t find your ideas at all. It has nothing to do with the first question, and you will enter a dead end after half of the calculation. Wait for him to answer this question. When it was time to forget myself, Gu Lanqing knocked on his door, brought him a cup of Bupleurum and medicine, and told him to go to bed early.

Without hesitation at all, after taking the medicine, I put down the pen, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then I got under the covers, and I didn't do the math paper.

Reaching out for the phone, I was about to turn it over and go to bed for the last time, when I saw two messages on WeChat.

One read: "I approved your friend verification request, now we can start chatting."

One is: "Shu Xiuqi is back, he said he would come to see you in the high school."

The author has something to say:

I used to crash every time I wrote 1314 and 20.