C position study, God chooses the way

Applause, flowers, cheers!

A beam of light suddenly burst out in the darkness.

Accompanied by the applause, one after another bright light forcibly cut through everything.

Ke Han raised his hand to block the harsh light.

His face was delicate, his complexion was fair, and his blue-green eyes were mysterious and elegant.

But he looked confused.

"Welcome everyone to come back to our PAYM finals scene, and the champion of this competition is invited below—"

All the lights hit Ke Han's body at that moment, the snow was bright and dazzling, making it impossible to hide.

"I'm not……"

Ke Han closed his eyes numbly, his eyes filled with exhaustion and desolation haunted by nightmares.

Is he dreaming?

it's a dream...

Before the words were finished, the faceless audience immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahaha……"

The host also laughed.

The lights were switched immediately, and the focus of the audience shifted—"Oh, my dear friends from the judges, how could our champion be this useless pig?"

Along with the bitter sarcasm emerges the golden boy, noble and elegant, with a face full of undisguised disgust.

On the corner of his mouth was a humble gentleman's smile, and his sea-blue eyes were full of disdain.

"Hello, my incompetent subordinate."

It was as if a blunt knife was stabbing Ke Han constantly, forcing him to relive the pain of being suffocated until he lost consciousness over and over again.

The pain accumulated over the years seemed to be concentrated in the dream, completely destroying and drowning people.

"Haha! Everyone can see that this is our real champion! Come and drive this loser down! We're about to officially present awards..."

All kinds of garbage began to be thrown from the shadows and smashed at Ke Han, dirty and stench... the sound of the whole world was gradually blurred.

Hahahaha...

Go back to your trash heap!

Hahaha……

You deserve to be here too?

Haha ...

loser!

what.

In the last laugh of magical transformation, Ke Han woke up.

Open your eyes, the train with a sense of the times has slowly entered the brand new terminal.

"call--."

The cold and dull underground wind blows over the cheeks.

The car door opened, and Ke Han, with an ugly face, stared straight at the terminal sign on the opposite side, which was seven stations away from the subway station near his school.

There is an average of more than one kilometer between each nearby station, so the distance between them should be——

Ke Han covered his mouth, feeling disgusted continuously.

He completely gave up on calculations, anyway, he should be far away from the school now, just wait for the next bus to return.

but……

He took out a ball of paper from his pocket, with a hint of hesitation between his brows and eyes.

On the note were two strings of scribbled numbers, and at the end there was a stick figure of a round smiling face.

The doctor is kind.

Ke Han stared at the note for three seconds, and finally made up his mind.

It's a teen app account his therapist gave him.

It is said that it can assist the treatment of his PTSD symptoms, but it is not known whether it is true or not.

Want to log in and take a look?

Ke Han took a deep breath resignedly, took out his phone with a broken screen in an unoccupied corner, opened the app market, and searched for the name of the app the doctor said: I love learning.

The blue fishing net forms a fish leaping upwards, next to it are two or three splashes.

Unremarkable.

When he opened the application profile, he saw a paragraph:

[On the other side of the mountain and on the other side of the sea, there is a group of people who love to learn. They are smart and clever, and they love to solve questions... I love learning, and I will teach you how to be a god of learning in 3 minutes. 】

Ke Han fell into a subtle speech block.

He always has the feeling that his psychiatrist has been bought by this app provider, how much is it?Can you give him half?

Is this doctor's order really reliable?Is this doctor really not lying to him?Is this really a serious therapeutic app? !

Phew, quack.

Having said that, Ke Han still downloaded the app according to the doctor's order.

A quack doctor looks like a quack doctor, but Dr. Liu is a good person.

To collect head money for good people or something, Ke Han thought, okay.

A sky-blue fish jumped out of the blank space at the bottom of the screen, and after rotating 270 degrees, it completely turned into an application icon.A line of dark blue brush characters appeared below the application icon - it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

Ah, it looks more like an extracurricular tutoring app that sells textbooks to make money.

Ke Han logged into the account specially applied for, and a question and answer box popped up directly on the application page.

[What is the most painful thing you have ever felt? 】

He is not given a choice, he must answer this question if he wants to use it normally.

Ke Han tried a witty answer, but——【Kiss~ Don't bully Smart Little A because her Chinese is not good~ The number of words is too small~ You can't be a guest officer~ Please answer again~]

Ke Han: "..."

This is simply a sexy straight guy, trying to show off his cuteness online.

Therefore, Ke Han could only seriously write about half an hour on the return journey... the bumpy journey.

If possible, who wouldn't want to enjoy flowers and applause forever?

[Mr.Key: Thank you for the invitation, I was very painful answering this question, and almost gave up.

But my psychiatrist told me: A true warrior must dare to face the bleak life and face the dripping blood.

So here I am.

My answer should be - I stood on the PAYM training field a year ago and used more than [-] lines of nearly ten formula theorems to rigorously prove the establishment of the equation.

As a result, four auxiliary lines were drawn in one stroke on the opposite side, and I was mocked for missing a condition, and the answer was obtained directly from the picture.

You may not know what PAYM is, so let me put it another way: the finals of the Pan-Western Eighth District Youth Mathematics League.

Of course, this competition will not be broadcast live, because mathematics is mysterious, lol...]

At the end of the answer of hundreds of words, Ke Han suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

When the last full stop fell, it seemed as if a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties fell "suddenly" in his heart.

Maybe Dr. Liu is right.

Do not break, do not stand, break and stand.

However, after only 1 minute, Ke Han was prompted by the message of replying to the post, which gave him a blast.

【really? 】

[Another Xiba came here looking for trouble? 】

[@我不爱学习, big brother, someone here also wants to ask you to compete in Chinese! 】

[My points are hundreds of points, and I can reach many floors, which is not enough for me to continue to study questions to earn money. This answer must give me a hit. 】

[College Entrance Examination Mathematics District came to watch strongly, compatriots who competed in mathematics hold on! 】

[@单端哥, Little Eleven, rush! 】

……

Ke Han sat on the empty bus, not understanding why he was being targeted by a group of people.

The last time he was in such a situation was when he retired due to illness.

The high-ranking referee team looked at each other coldly, questioned him harshly, and tore open his wounds over and over again.

Ke Han watched helplessly as his answer post Lightspeed became popular.

[The user "I don't like to study" submitted an invitation to you, public room 1111, East Eighth District time 19:30, difficulty: league math (simulation). 】

[May I ask if you want to accept the other party's invitation to a live battle? 】

What do you mean?

……

In Anhe No. [-] Middle School, the second weekly test in the afternoon was over halfway.

The whole campus is silent.

Only the doorman, who was sitting at the gate while the principal was not kowtowing sunflower seeds, squinted his eyes to bask in the sunset, and squinted at the long 49 uphill steps at the school gate, as if he was waiting for someone.

Suddenly, the clock in the security room rang, a nightmarish cuckoo cry.

The doorman smiled, and he pressed the electric gate button in his hand.

There was only a "wow", and the school's gate began to stretch little by little, and the gap that opened began to close inch by inch.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Ke Han came speeding up from a distance on a shared bicycle, and with a bang, the car barely stopped at a fixed parking spot, between the narrow gap between two broken electric cars.

The doorman's face suddenly changed, his premonition told him that things had changed.

Ke Han didn't look back, jumped out of the car and locked it.

He raised his head and looked up at the slowly closing school gate above the 49 steps, a drop of hot and transparent sweat fell on his forehead.

It is now No. 405 minutes after the start of the second weekly test. The subject of the test should be mathematics, and there are still 15 minutes before the end of the test.

However, what he needs to be nervous about is not the weekly test, but the access control.

East Eighth District Standard Time: Five o'clock sharp.

The gates of the school were closed, no entry was allowed, and the whole school was notified of criticism.

When will you not run at this time?

Ke Han raised his long legs and ran away without saying a word.

The doorman adjusted his bench with a half-smile, put down the melon seeds in his hand, and the gleam in his eyes was fully exposed.

Obviously, the person he was waiting for was Ke Han.

The school badge with red letters on a white background reads: Anhe No. 1 Middle School, Senior One ([-]) Class, Ke Han.

The school gate was about to close, and the doorman almost cheered for his first victory.

However, who knew that classmate Ke Han suddenly turned sideways and changed his line skillfully, took off his clothes in seconds, and threw the school uniform jacket that was in the way first.

And he himself, at the very moment of his death, tucked in his stomach, raised his chest, and raised his head, dangerously passing through the gap.

With a bang, the school gate was closed.

Ke Han picked up his coat and ran, faster than a rabbit, the uncle didn't even have time to react.

The uncle was so frightened by Ke Han's actions that his heartbeat almost went awry. He covered his chest with his trembling hands on the spot, and cursed:

"Stinky boy! You are dying! Scared to death - hoo - scared me to death!"

Even so, Ke Han still did not look back.

As a well-behaved student who is constantly probing wildly on the verge of violating school discipline and rules, he will never hesitate to turn back because of any scolding from his uncle.

If you hesitate, you may bump into the principal!

The doorman just watched Ke Han go straight to the teaching building.

For the nth confrontation, Ke Han won.