C position study, God chooses the way

"Of course, the final decision is still in the hands of the school, I'm just putting forward my own suggestions."

Mu Heng paused, and after talking to the old principal, he went back to the classroom.

He did not continue to indoctrinate Ke Han with mathematics.

Ke Han sat in his seat, staring blankly at the blackboard in front of him, with a correct posture, but actually didn't listen to a word.

This is a Chinese class.

The kind-faced Chinese teacher was holding a thin textbook in his hand, and his gaze under the glasses was sharp and darting back and forth across the classroom.

She noticed Mu Heng, and by the way, also noticed Ke Han with a dull expression.

What are these two boys... doing?

Thinking of this, the projection PPT behind the Chinese teacher jumped, and she smiled and said, "Mu Heng, answer this question."

Mu Heng came back to his senses, didn't even look at the PPT, opened his mouth and said: "Teacher, I choose C."

Suddenly burst into laughter.

The smile on the Chinese teacher's face deepened, but his brows were slightly frowned: "Mu Heng, you should read the question clearly before answering."

Sitting in front of Mu Heng, Chen He squinted his eyes and read the question quickly. He knew that Mu Heng was going to die after reading only three words.

This is a poem reading question!

Which C to choose? !

Mu Heng smiled at Ke Han who followed the crowd and turned his head to look at him, and then said: "Teacher, we must respect the rights of each answer. What's wrong with choosing C? We can't discriminate against choosing C."

"At any time, a person should be free to choose C."

"It's like we can all say that one plus one equals two. It's a great and precious freedom."

Chen He and Luo Keke lowered their heads silently, trying to reduce their sense of existence in the eyes of the Chinese teacher.

Afraid of being cut.

The Chinese teacher didn't expect Mu Heng to be normal today.

She just said, "Okay, I respect your freedom, and please respect mine too. You should stand up in this class first."

The classroom froze for a second.

Mu Heng was silent for a second.

He smiled and said, "Thank you teacher."

"Zhang Yida, come and answer my question."

Zhang Yida stood up abruptly, and replied calmly, "Teacher, I choose B."

Just looking at his facial expressions and movements, no one would suspect that his answer was incorrect.

Luo Keke, who was sitting in front of Mu Heng, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a "poof", completely turning on the joy switch of the whole classroom.

The deputy squad leader of the middle row pulled the squad leader to beat the table and laughed wildly, almost scaring the study committee next door.

Chen He endured a lot of pain beside Rococo, with a ferocious face.

Ke Han blinked blankly and looked at everyone, as if he didn't understand why everyone was smiling so happily all of a sudden.

The Chinese teacher stopped laughing.

She pointed to Ke Han and said, "You, Ke Han, answer the question on the screen."

Ke Han looked at the reading questions of the poems, boldly speculated, and carefully interpreted: "'Only in this mountain, the clouds are deep.' This shows that the poet is looking for someone who is very difficult to find, and the boy does not want to answer his question. , or the boy doesn't know who he is looking for at all. It can be seen from this that it is very likely that the poet is looking for a fairy, so the boy thinks he is crazy-and you can't reason with a lunatic , So the boy casually fooled the poet to avoid being beaten by a madman."

"Boom."

Ning Weiwu in the middle laughed so hard that he fell off his chair.

The classroom is full of cheerful atmosphere.

Ke Han looked at everyone puzzled, and was still trying to do his own interpretation without being disturbed: "But, we all know that the poet is not a lunatic. He is just an ordinary person trapped by fate. He left the bustling He went to the deep mountains and old forests to find someone. In fact, what he was looking for was not a person at all, but his ideal, his ambition.”

There was less laughter in the classroom.

The smile on Mu Heng's face deepened a little, and the Chinese teacher's head hurt a little.

"you……"

Ke Han: "The poet met Zhang Taizhu in the winter of the fifth year of Yuanhe. In the spring of the second year, he met Han Yushi and became friends because of his poetry. It is impossible that his later return to vulgarity has nothing to do with the first two, but it is a pity. , the poet repeatedly failed the imperial examinations. In the end, he was relegated because of satirical poems. He was disheartened and could only use poetry to express his inner pain—”

There is a little light in the eyes of the Chinese teacher.

She forcibly interrupted Ke Han's "over-interpretation" and said calmly: "The answer format for poetry reading is not like this."

"Mu Heng."

Mu Heng replied very consciously: "Yes, teacher, I will take Ke Han outside the classroom and let him learn what is called the correct answer format."

The Chinese teacher pouted helplessly: "Take Yida with you."

Zhang Yida innocently looked at the topic and then at Mu Heng. There was a sentence stuck in his throat, but he didn't dare to curse.

If Mu Heng hadn't come to choose C first, who the hell would have answered choice B? !

The boss is too skinny, and the younger brother suffers.

He aggrievedly followed Ke Han and walked out of the classroom.

After they left, the Chinese teacher finally felt the cleanliness in the classroom, her mood suddenly improved, and she started to explain the topic again.

"Boss..."

Mu Heng held Zhang Yida down and motioned him to wait.

He picked up the Chinese book in his hand, and said to Ke Han who was inexplicably afraid of him: "I will not force you to learn mathematics anymore, but can I come to your house to review tonight? power failure."

Zhang Yida let out a "huh", but Mu Heng gave him a look, and he immediately closed his mouth.

A good classmate must learn to understand the atmosphere before speaking.

Although he was surprised that there seemed to be no power outage notices in the city, he knew that he should suppress his curiosity at this time to avoid being severely beaten by the learning god.

Seeing that Ke Han didn't answer, Mu Heng added: "I'll go home after I finish my review."

Zhang Yida couldn't hold himself back this time.

He couldn't believe it: "What? Boss, do you still want to live in Ke Han's house?!"

Mu Heng: "Shut up."

Zhang Yida shut up decisively, turned his back, and faced the wall, pretending that he was a little mushroom growing in the corner that no one cares about.

It is still a little mushroom that can read Chinese books.

Ke Han replied hesitantly: "Yes, yes...but why don't you go to the milk tea shop to learn?"

Mu Heng: "..."

Why is Ke Han's logic so sharp at this time?

A sentence came out of his mouth faster than his brain's reaction: "I can't help it. I've run out of pocket money. I'm not a rich second generation. Don't listen to those people's nonsense."

"Clap."

Zhang Yida turned back in horror, stared at Mu Heng, and swallowed.

Mu Heng glanced at him inexplicably, and he quickly turned his back, quickly picked up the Chinese books on the ground, and continued to play the role of the little mushroom in the corner.

Ke Han thought for a while, but still didn't say, "I can buy you a cup of milk tea, and you sit in the store to review."

Anyway, I'm still a classmate, so I can't be so impersonal.

What's more, it was Mu Heng's request.

In the whole class, he was familiar with Mu Heng.