C position study, God chooses the way

Ke Han finished browsing the content of the official private message, hesitated for a moment, and did not delete the message.

Instead, he entered his account through the external link of "Peak Learning" in "I Love Learning".

Unofficial private messages have been closed by him.

The rest is the mobile game interface displayed in front of him, with a strong style of multiplayer tactical competition, it doesn't look like a serious learning application.

The primary world dungeon won't open until seven o'clock tonight, and most of the control interface is still just an unknown gray.

Except for one place - the World Forum.

This is probably the only real-name exchange forum in China and abroad without a wall.

The super intelligence monitors the communication in the forum 24 hours a day in the background, and every account that can enter the forum must be bound to the real identity of the student.

The binding operation involves very precise facial recognition technology, basically a bank-level application.

When Ke Han registered, he almost gave up halfway.

trouble.

However, he later discovered that if he logs in to "Peak Competition" from the "I Love Learning" link, the confirmation procedures in the middle will be reduced by almost half.

The official private message sent him a ranking notification.

No.90 five.

Ke Han entered the ranking list and glanced at the names on it. In fact, he had seen few of them.

Because the list of representatives of all countries and regions participating in next year's Global Mathematical League has been submitted to the organizing committee, and they are prohibited from participating in this global ranking.

Only teenagers aged 19 to [-] from the official school registration systems of various countries can be included in the ranking.

"Hastings, Bayarova... I'm afraid the battle for the main election next year will be very exciting."

"A person who claims to be a genius is never content to be a well-behaved bystander puppet."

No one is more familiar with the virtues of these "sons of God" than Ke Han, a former teammate.

The school bell rang.

Teacher Fu from Mediterranean Sea walked into the classroom three seconds later.

"Dear boy and girl, do you miss me?!"

There was a warm smile on his face, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes added a bit of kindness.

Zhang Yida put away his ancestral MP3 player, and the four-centimeter wide color screen on it suddenly went black. He raised his head and responded, "No-yes-"

The smile on the physics teacher's face disappeared instantly.

He stared at Zhang Yida, who was sitting in the far back row as stable as Mount Tai. Just as he was about to speak and passed Zhang Yida, he found a small mountain of snacks piled on Ke Han's table behind him.

Snacks are plentiful, with everything from high end to low end.

Teacher Fu threw his textbooks on the podium, and calmly walked to Zhang Yida... behind him.

When Zhang Yida passed by the teacher, he even took out the in-class quiz, on which every blank was filled with answers.

Even though it's sloppy, it's still a valid answer.

Teacher Fu glanced over, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Itema, you suddenly stopped discussing the aerodynamics of the ball today. Is it an impromptu homework written 10 minutes before class?"

"..."

Zhang Yida didn't dare to answer.

He knew that Fu Demo had a clear heart.

"Forget it, for the sake of your homework today, let me let you go first. For the rest of the students, I will give you 5 minutes to review the topic on that paper first, so as to save me from talking about it later. None of you know."

Zhang Yida carried Teacher Fu on his back, and mouth-translated: Hurry up and copy the answer, don't be caught by him!

As soon as the words fell, Teacher Fu looked at Ke Han kindly.

And those snacks on his desk.

"Student Ke Han, what's on your desktop?"

Ke Han observed carefully and replied: "Snacks."

"Wahhaha, wash a wolf—"

Teacher Fu supported his forehead with a headache and said, "Student, are you a transfer student from Mauritius Island? What I mean is, are you planning to go to class like this?"

Ke Han heard the words and silently put the snacks one by one into the empty upper drawer except for the textbooks.

Weak, pitiful, and indifferent.

Teacher Fu faced Ke Han and looked at him with silent eyes, for a moment he didn't know how to continue.

He had no choice but to change his words: "You take out your homework and let me have a look."

Ke Han reached into the drawer, and struggled to pull out his homework from the middle of a pile of snacks.

snow white.

The life of a scumbag is so boring and boring, there are no surprises.

Teacher Fu took over the assignment that was exactly the same as when it was handed out, and felt that ten thousand horses ran through his heart.

He controlled his facial expression, turned around solemnly, and looked at Mu Heng, who was leaning against the window and sleeping peacefully.

"cocoa."

Luo Keke finally divided the work with Chen He to solve the homework, and immediately raised his head when he heard the words.

"exist!"

"Wake Mu Heng up for me."

"it is good!"

Rococo didn't struggle in the slightest, he turned around and grabbed Mu Heng's shoulder directly.

Mu Heng raised his eyes.

He was about to pull out the homework he wrote last time because he was too bored from the drawer, to prove to the teacher that he planned to attend the class a little bit this class.

result--

"Mu Heng, I know you don't do your homework, so you can go outside and tutor Ke Han alone."

Mu Heng immediately stuffed his neatly written homework into the deepest part of the drawer, and said with a smile, "Okay, teacher."

Two minutes later, Ke Han sat outside the door, blowing the slightly hot wind, staring at Mu Heng.

The smile on Mu Heng's face gradually deepened.

"Have you changed your mind?"

Ke Han said indifferently: "No."

Mu Heng: "Okay, then I'll tell you the first question..."

Except for the occasional teacher passing by in the corridor who would give them a second look, no one would appear at such a time.

Mu Heng is actually a very persistent and serious person.

Ke Han really had nothing to do, so he could only stare at the other side's profile in a daze, and let his mind go blank.

"That's it, the last question is easy to solve. Do you understand?"

Ke Han came back to his senses, and the rattle shook his head: "No."

The corners of Mu Heng's eyes twitched slightly.

He said, "Do you have to be so civilized?"

Ke Han: "My friend, I'm just an idiot."

"The 'idiot' who solved yesterday's problem in less than 5 minutes?"

Mu Heng laughed angrily.

Ke Han was stunned for a while before he said firmly: "That's just an illusion."

Mu Heng pressed Ke Han's shoulder, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

"My friend, no matter what you have experienced in the past, I hope you will remember that there are no absolute idiots in this world."

"If there are so-called idiots, it's because the world doesn't give genius the environment it deserves."

"It is the world that destroyed the genius that should have been dazzling, not the original sin of the genius itself."

"You're not learning for someone else, you're learning for what you love. Understand?"

Ke Han's mind went blank.

Since childhood, no one has emphasized to him that he should study for love.

Only "to win" "for the championship" "to prove myself" over and over again, as if hypnotized.

In fact, Mu Heng, who held Ke Han down, didn't know what he was talking about, but he didn't say anything.

It is impossible for Ke Han to be tricked into participating by him.