C position study, God chooses the way

Coach Ge really couldn't figure out why these four students were able to write nearly [-] questions.

He even once wondered if he had assigned the wrong homework. He should have given them [-] questions but instead gave them [-].

But looking down, it was still the anti-human little Wuqiandao.

This is outrageous.

Coach Ge is not stupid, he is also a top teacher who has dominated Jiangbei for 30 consecutive years.

When she turned her head, she could see Chu Baiyue who was secretly hiding beside her and laughing. This girl smiled very happily, as if she heard herself telling some ridiculous joke.

The only gratifying thing is that she still knows how to "respect the teacher and respect the way" anyway, and she is not like Mu Heng, who advertises that she is drinking soy milk in class, she really doesn't know what it means!

But to be honest, Coach Ge's mood has gradually calmed down.

He was actually not that angry about the group of students climbing the window, because what made him most angry was that the group of students were lying to him.

Mr. Ge has been in the education field for nearly 60 years. What scene has he not seen?

Danger is danger, but these children are actually over 76 and [-] years old, have the basic ability to be responsible for themselves, and must learn to be responsible for themselves.

This is beyond the control of those who are coaches and teachers.

"In this way—" Teacher Ge stretched out a finger, gently pointing his fingertips down, and tapped Mu Heng's position, and he said, "Come here, I will read the questions, and you will tell me the process of solving the questions." Write it down."

Mu Heng got up, and when he got up, he helped Ke Han take away the empty soy milk cup, and threw it together with his own into the trash can on the way to the podium.

The two empty cups were placed side by side in the trash can like this, refracting the sun's rays toward the ceiling, slightly emitting colorful rays of light.

There is still a bit of inexplicable harmony and beauty.

Coach Ge: "..."

This kid is really fucking unreasonable!Too much deception!Furious old man!

As a result, as soon as Mu Heng stood up, he turned back to look at Coach Ge, raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be asking Coach Ge with a slight expression—why didn't you start yet?

Coach Ge felt that the anger in his heart seemed to be burned by Mu Heng in an instant.

But his many years of cultivation by famous teachers made him unable to say anything. He just opened the tablet silently and began to read the topic—"Consider Figure A with 2030 points..."

When Mu Heng was halfway through reading, he turned back and wrote the questions.

On the seemingly most traditional blackboard, the sound of blackboard pens sliding across the smooth surface suddenly sounded, very light but also very smooth.

Coach Ge's first question was not difficult.

But he found that Mu Heng's problem solving was very aesthetic.

There is no special personal style, but he writes beautifully, and the format is also beautiful, and even a single solution is beautiful like artistic calligraphy.

practiced.

A person like Mu Heng is probably considered an extremely rare and rare creature in the number competition.

Few people know that before Mu Heng was 14 years old, except for writing his own name, which looks as beautiful as a personalized signature, any homework he wrote was as ugly as a dog crawling.

Personal signature is because Mu's father and Mu's mother feel that Mu Heng will inherit the family business in the future, and the signature needs to be shown and seen, and it still needs to be practiced, and the rest can be left to fate.

The change occurred when he was 14 years old, young, confused, and even climbed over a wall.

As soon as he flipped through, he turned to the bright light next door. He leaned on the window and looked at the messy learning environment in the classroom. He found it interesting. He had never seen such a battle before. After changing into a suit of clothes, I sneaked into the classroom and experienced it for myself.

However, Mu Heng has experienced this experience for more than a year. Not only did he not get corrupted, but he also fucking led a group of delinquents who thought they were domineering and cool and handsome into "model self-rescue".

And it was that group of "exemplary self-rescue" who later supervised Mu Heng's study every day. Mu Heng was so annoyed by them that he had to reluctantly accept the only practically necessary content in their exhausted and poor learning experience-practice calligraphy- ——Because you can get [-] points if you write a composition well in the senior high school entrance examination? !Boss!Forty points!The bottom one can surpass the bottom one!

In fact, it was Mu Heng who was the number one in the second grade of Quantiange No. [-] Middle School at that time, but he usually didn't refer to it: "..."

Alright, the character set up by yourself, you have to stand down even when you are kneeling.

While thinking about it, Mu Heng's hand didn't stop at all, only the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if thinking of something happy.

When you are changing the world, the world is actually changing you.

He can write beautifully, thanks to the handwriting that he practiced in Guangming for a year.

After five questions passed, Coach Ge had nothing to say.

Mu Heng really knows how to do it.

Moreover, he checked Mu Heng's archives in the background with his own eyes, and what Mu Heng actually wrote was almost the same idea carved out of the mold.

Then, Coach Ge called Chen He again.

The correct rate is only 69.7%, this kid can't do it... I want to think about it, but in fact, Chen He is the level that an ordinary student who is admitted to the math competition training from a non-competitive high school should show.

Not strong enough, but stronger than the average student.

He also did a perfect re-enactment-none of the questions got it right.

However, this is also because Coach Ge deliberately chose such a topic, and he still has to find a way for himself.

Chen He stood on the podium in despair, holding a pen, unable to write a single question that the teacher read, and even wondered whether he should not appear in this place, or whether he was stupid.

Coach Ge coughed and apologized to Chen He from the bottom of his heart.

Then, he cleared his throat and said, "Since you knew you made a mistake last night, why didn't you correct it?"

Chen He: "..."

Four thousand 880 eight questions!teacher!

Correct the ass? !If you can finish writing, you are already blessed by the boss, okay? !

But he is different from Mu Heng. Chen He is a very good student. He just blushed and said in a low voice: "Teacher...we wrote 880 questions in one night..."

It's really embarrassing to say.

Coach Ge: "..."

Did the old man let you speak?Hey!Shuzi!

He endured it, waved his hand, and had no choice but to let Chen He go down.

At this time, even if he still didn't believe it, he couldn't do anything.

Because all the means he could use for on-site inspections had been broken.

But there was one last thing he could do to make himself happy.

Coach Ge looked at Mu Heng, who was smiling and looking at the blackboard, who was almost impeccable but just irritating.

He said to Mu Heng: "Very well, I know you are capable, but now, immediately, immediately! Please leave this classroom for me and don't come back to class tomorrow!"

Mu Heng got up, as if the development of the matter was completely under his control, put his hands in his pockets, raised his legs and walked out, extremely cooperative.

Ke Han was a little surprised, but he just pursed his lips and didn't directly follow Mu Heng to get up.

Coach Ge finally felt a little bit of relief.

Fortunately, at least this kid named Ke Han hasn't learned bad things yet, and he can be trained to cooperate with Xiao Shao.

However, the next second——