C position study, God chooses the way

There was a hot breeze blowing outside the classroom.

It seems that the summer vacation has just ended, and in a blink of an eye, the autumn tiger is already on the head.

Ke Han stood in the corridor outside the classroom door without saying a word, his dark eyes drooping slightly, and he couldn't stop sighing inwardly.

And as the first "licensed student" of Anhe No. [-] Middle School "no one before, no one to come", Mu Heng stood next to him under the shade of another Metasequoia tree, carefully observing his new classmate.

In addition to good-looking, mediocre.

Except for the scumbags, they are unknown.

But Mu Heng felt that this newly transferred classmate Ke Han was not an ordinary person.

Based on his grasp of the learning progress, personal abilities, and behavioral habits of the whole class, he can calculate the approximate performance level of each student, but—Ke Han?

In Mu Heng's eyes, he is a black box.

Ke Han stretched out his hand and slapped Mu Heng in front of him with a helpless expression.

It's been 5 minutes.

Since Mu Heng thanked the boss for leaving just now, he has just stared at him for a full 5 minutes!

"What are you looking at?"

Ke Han took a deep breath, trying to make his tone softer and more loving to his classmates.

however--

Mu Heng: "I'm trying to see through your disguise."

Ke Han: "..."

What the hell is this psycho talking about? !

Mu Hengyi grasped Ke Han's wrist, and slowly pulled his palm away from his line of sight. At this moment, the eyes of the two people met, and it seemed as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world.

"Take a code, Bayes."

Ke Han's brain is more sensitive than he thought.

When Mu Heng said the name, Bernoulli, Poisson, and then a large amount of formula memory and problem-solving memory instantly appeared in his mind.

His face turned pale instantly.

Ke Han immediately held Mu Heng's wrist with his backhand, covered his stomach with the other hand, squatted down, lowered his head and began to twitch and feel uncontrollably.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mu Heng quickly approached, and patted Ke Han's back to help him feel at a loss.

Through a thin layer of school uniform, Mu Heng could almost feel Ke Han's uncontrollable trembling.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Friend? Classmate Ke? Ke Han?"

Ke Han gripped Mu Heng's wrist tightly, as if he wanted to crush Mu Heng's wrist bone with such strength.

Mu Heng was in pain.

But he didn't pull his hand, because he felt that Ke Han might feel a little more comfortable being held by Ke Han.

After 3 minutes, Ke Han cleared all the mathematics from his mind.

At this time, Mu Heng's wrist was pinched with fingerprints.

Ke Han hesitated to speak.

He let go of his hand silently, and looked away uncomfortably.

"Don't tell me any secrets, I don't know anything, I'm just an idiot."

It was the first time Mu Heng met a classmate who said he was an idiot.

His somewhat cold lips parted, but he never figured out how he should respond to Ke Han's words.

The most terrible thing in this world is not failure, but after failure, the whole person directly falls into complete self-destruction.

The wind blows through the tall metasequoia trees, and the fine leaves rub each other and whisper to each other.

Both teenagers lowered their heads, and they didn't know where the focus of their eyes was.

After a while, Mu Heng found a new topic.

"Did you just use 'I love learning' to brush the questions?"

Ke Han froze for a moment, his consciousness reluctantly returned from the wandering of the infinite universe, and then nodded.

He took the opportunity to say, "I'm sorry."

Mu Heng smiled slightly, showing his beautiful little canine teeth, and waved his hands, not paying attention to what happened just now.

"I also use 'I love learning.'"

Ke Han: "Oh."

Topic ends.

Mu Heng: "..."

This is where it gets a little tricky.

"Why did you tell the teacher that you are also playing with your mobile phone?"

After all, Ke Han felt sorry, he found a "relatively safe" topic by himself, and re-established a level of dialogue for Mu Heng.

Mu Heng directly raised his hand and pressed Ke Han against the wall: "Why do you think I came out?"

"Because I noticed that you finished the last question in only 5 minutes."

"It's interesting."

"If I remember correctly, during the final exam last semester, you were the one who took the exam in the same exam room as me, and you came in vertically and went out horizontally, right?"

Ke Han's gaze wandered guiltily for a few seconds, but he soon became firm: "I—"

Mu Heng chuckled lightly: "Don't rush to explain, Ke Han."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Ke Han's ear, lowered his voice and said, "I've seen through your disguise, but I don't intend to poke—"

There was an earth-shattering roar.

"Those two students over there! Yes! It's you! What are you doing?!"

A distance away from the playground, the dean was on the second floor of the cafeteria opposite, opened the window, leaned out half of his body, with his beer belly resting on the window frame, and pointed at Ke Han, who was punished to stand, and Mu Heng shouted.

From his tone, it is obvious that the anger of "authority being openly provoked" can be felt.

Mu Heng's back was facing the canteen building.

He was still puzzled when he heard this sentence, stopped threatening Ke Han, and asked, "Is the director talking about us?"

Ke Han nodded vigorously.

Mu Heng still looked puzzled: "What did we do? Aren't we here to accept Boss Xie's punishment?"

Ke Han: "..."

He silently motioned Mu Heng to look at his hands with his eyes.

Mu Heng followed Ke Han's line of sight, one was propped on the wall behind the other, and the other was propped on the other's shoulder.

Hold Ke Han down.

Mu Heng thought for a second, and said: "Mr. Qiu, did he forget to bring his glasses when he went out today? I think there is nothing wrong with us."

There was an even more violent bang.

"Dangdang!"

The entire teaching building could hear the dean smashing the windows of the cafeteria opposite.

Ke Han watched blankly as the dean ran angrily from the staff canteen on the third floor down the first floor, and finally crossed the entire plastic playground and entered the teaching building.

The students in the back rows of the next few classrooms couldn't help poking their heads out to watch.

Among them are the students in the back row of class one.

Mu Heng's Rococo at the front table appeared like Ning Wei Wu stacked Arhats in the last row in the center. The moment they saw the two people's movements, their eyes widened, and they gave two thumbs up by the way.

Others are real leather, and the two of them have entered the Jiangnan Tannery—the leather is home!

Rococo's chin is full of stubble, and his eyes are about to disappear from laughter.

Ning Weiwu is even more powerful.

While laughing, he drew back and wrote four extremely scribbled characters "唰唰唱唰" and sent it out for everyone to see.

【Hundred Years】

Everyone bowed their hands and called it calligraphy.

However, the next moment, the dean's footsteps sounded upstairs, and all the heads disappeared in place.

Mu Heng reflected on himself for a second, and still asked that sentence: "Friend, have you heard of the math league?"

At the same time as the dean slowly revealed his face with a crooked nose, Ke Han couldn't bear it and grabbed Mu Heng's shoulders, gnashing his teeth and uttering a word in his ear: "Get out."

Learning mathematics is impossible to learn mathematics.

He, Ke Han, was on the bottom, scored zero in the test, was scolded by boss Xie as a dog, and would never learn a little math in the league!

The dean felt something was wrong when he arrived at the scene.

Ok?

Two male classmates?

It is said that the two of them are going to fight, but the atmosphere is not very similar.

But one of the two male classmates rubbed the other against the wall, while the other grabbed his shoulder and resisted—is there another possibility besides fighting?

Very quiet in the hallway.

All the students in the classroom are trying very hard to pretend that they are doing the weekly test paper well.

After a short period of stupor, the dean made a very reasonable decision based on years of accumulated experience.

He pointed to Mu Heng, who was more familiar, and said, "Separate me."

Mu Heng let go.

Ke Han took a step outside.

The two stood side by side, looking at the dean with innocent eyes synchronously.

Dean:"……"

For some reason, he always felt that these two students were definitely not innocent.

"What were you guys talking about just now? You're going to get into a fight?"

Mu Heng blinked, and explained to the director before Ke Han: "We just discussed the last question of the weekly math test paper."

Dean of Education: Hehe.

He had heard this type of reason no less than twenty times.

But Mu Heng continued.

Not only did he continue, he also touched Ke Han lightly, signaling him to block the key words by himself.

"Ke Han said that it is faster to use Bayesian to solve problems, but I think this can also be done with geometric models, so we were all a little excited at the end. Sorry, I made the teacher worry."

The director continued: Hehe.

But even though he "hehe", he is still very stable on the surface, and he will not show any meaning other than being a teacher.

"Then why are you outside? Shouldn't you be doing the weekly test in the classroom at this time?"

Mu Heng: "Oh, this one."

"We got caught together for using our phones."

The dean's face immediately darkened.

Ke Han felt the pressure.

And this kind of pressure is concentrated on him alone.

Mu Heng: "Teacher, it's the information age now, I think it's no problem to use a mobile phone."

The director's face was livid.

"I don't want you to think, I want the school rules to think!"

"Mu Heng, do you think that being No.1 is great because you came in?! Do you think that the principal set a precedent for you as a 'chartered student' and you are invincible? Let me tell you, what you will face It is the college entrance examination where thousands of troops cross the single-plank bridge! The competition you will face next is not only the candidates from our entire city, but hundreds of thousands of candidates from the whole province!"

Mu Heng was very cooperative and nodded sincerely: "Yes."