Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Like the students, although the teachers are also on vacation, they also have their own 'homework' to do.

The basic test is a small test organized by the school. It can only be regarded as a small test, not even the monthly test. The purpose is to shock the students who have not recovered their hearts after the summer vacation.

Some teachers would come to approve the test papers before class, so that they could have a rare and comfortable weekend and relax with their family and children, but Zhao Qianqian was completely different.

Although she is young, she is a recognized workaholic among the teachers in the math group. With her vigorous and resolute methods, the progress of Class 4 is running fast.Other math teachers had to spend a week on new lessons, but she squeezed it into half a week, and the rest of the time was used to consolidate exercises and tests.

A small test at noon and a revised lecture in the evening follow this cycle in a cycle, and weekly exams are arranged every week. When others first heard it, they didn't believe that this was a sophomore who had just started school.

Because of the failed blind date, she just had a conflict with her family.

When she went home with a bunch of papers stuffed in her bag on Friday, her mother didn't have a good face at all. She didn't call her after dinner and left after knocking on the door twice.

Zhao Qianqian didn't hear her earphones. She lay down on the table to correct the test papers and tests. Halfway through the corrections, her waist was sore and her back hurt. When she came out to pour water, she realized that it was already past meal time. There were two leftovers and dirty bowls on the table. The chopsticks were piled in the sink and hadn't been washed.

At this point, the parents will take the dog to the square to chat with neighbors and friends, while the younger brother sits on the sofa watching variety shows, cracking melon seeds and eating cut strawberries, laughing non-stop.

Her complexion turned ugly immediately.

"Sister?" The younger brother looked up and saw her going out, but he didn't notice anything wrong, "Are you hungry? Wait, I'll warm up the food for you."

"It's okay." Zhao Qianqian's tone softened after hearing the words, "I'll just go by myself, you can sit and watch TV."

Zhao Qianqian is 28 this year, her younger brother is 21, and there is a seven-year difference between her and her younger brother.

It has always been Mother Zhao's wish to have a son. After Zhao Qianqian was born, she struggled for several years before she conceived again. After giving birth, she just caught up with the global economic depression. In order to support the family, Mother Zhao went out to find a job after confinement. .

Grandparents are old and can't take care of children well. Zhao Qianqian is often the one who pulls her younger brother, learning to wash clothes, cook and make milk powder for younger brother.It wasn't until a few years later that the family's economy gradually improved and Zhao Qianqian went to a boarding school again, and Mother Zhao took over the task of raising her son.

Since then, Zhao Qianqian rarely saw her younger brother except for winter and summer vacations in junior high school, high school and university.When she returned home after graduation, it was her younger brother's turn to walk the path she had walked.

The time that the siblings spend together is not long, not short, not close, and not unfamiliar.

She opened the refrigerator, and there were several food boxes in it, which should have been packed for her by her brother before dinner.

"Sister, didn't you just start school?" My younger brother asked vaguely while eating melon seeds, "I'm not teaching the third year of high school, why are you so busy?"

He has been a boarder since he was in high school. He has been studying in other places for four years and is not often at home, so he doesn't know about his sister's working physique.

"It's easy when you start school? Do you think you can be free in the second year of high school?"

Zhao Qianqian put the food in the microwave and replied casually, "Which one should not prepare in advance for exams and competitions? It's hard to wait until the work is over, and it will be the college entrance examination in a blink of an eye. You want to stop and rest, and time is not willing to wait for you."

"That's right, the students have gone through these two years of hard work." The younger brother said, "But you are a teacher. If you teach students like this every year, it will be too tiring. Your work is more exaggerated than 996, and there is no need to be so Desperate, enough money is enough, the body is the most important..."

Parents told her these words, Zhao Qianqian smiled and didn't answer.

After dinner, she returned to her room with a glass of water.

Two-thirds of the thick stack of math test papers had been graded. Zhao Qianqian rubbed her eyes and took out another sheet from the thin stack of test papers. came into view.

What a beautiful word.

The entire paper is clearly visible, there are no extra steps to answer the questions, and unlike many students, they do not draft in the blank space of the test paper to save trouble. After scanning the entire page, there are only a handful of mistakes that have been corrected.

The upper left corner is marked with the word 'Song Huai' in a square shape.

Zhao Qianqian paused for a moment, and her impetuous heart just now gradually calmed down. She put aside the messy thoughts in her mind, put the answers and test papers together, and scanned them intently.

But the more I looked, the more shocked I became.

No matter how bad the school is, there can always be a general out of the dwarfs.Although the number of students in the No. [-] Middle School is much lower than that of the No. [-] Middle School, there are still a group of students who perform stably in the exams, and the teachers can proudly take it to the printing room as a grade model that can be copied.

For example, Chen Jin, the math class representative of Class [-], although this student is a bit arrogant, but his math scores are very good, and he competes in the top three of his grades all the year round, and all the math teachers are familiar with him.

This time, due to an accidental car accident before school started, Chen Jin had to recuperate at home. Zhao Qianqian was still a little regretful, but it was a pity that she didn't get to know his level.

But no need now.

Even if Chen Jin was here and showed his best form, he probably wouldn't be able to answer such a beautiful paper.

Each step is clearly visible, and when the scoring points are stepped on densely, the calculation process is omitted to the simplest, and the logical thinking is terrifyingly meticulous.

Some people's papers are neat because they have already done it on the draft paper, and the test papers are just transcribed, while some people have already completed the steps that others need to write down in their brains.

Zhao Qianqian didn't think she was the latter kind of person, but similarly, she didn't think Song Huai was the former either.

The first paper was 150 points, and the second paper was 50 points. Zhao Qianqian double-checked the papers, trying to find some points for deduction, but no matter how she checked, she was still nitpicking.

190 points.

This is still her almost harsh level of writing and approving papers.

Looking around, which class of students can achieve almost full marks in mathematics plus additional questions? ? ?

Zhao Qianqian felt that she had to calm down.

She turned around and picked up the next test paper.

The impression of entering the target was completely different from Song Huai's. The Arabic numerals were written in big and ugly, and every big question was filled to the brim. Those who didn't know thought she was correcting a Chinese test paper.

Zhao Qianqian glanced at it and saw two big words written in the upper left corner: Meng Xi.

OK, she's completely calm.

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On the weekend afternoon, the students returned to school one after another after the short weekend vacation.

Meng Xi came late, and when he entered, there was a lot of noise in the class, all of them were copying homework answers.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Song Huai sitting at the corner of the back door, holding a magazine in his hand.

The row of double seats for the two of them is a rare and quiet place in the fourth class.

Meng Xi patted his heavy schoolbag, feeling more confident.He walked over, threw the bag on the table casually, and looked down at Song Huai, "I sent you a WeChat message, why didn't you reply to my message?"

It was only when I said it that I felt something was wrong, which made me feel like a boudoir resenting a woman.

He coughed twice and asked again, "Did you see the picture I sent you?"

Song Huai hummed without looking up, "I see."

"?"

Why didn't you come back when you saw it? ?

It made him wait for a long time!

Meng Xi frowned, and just about to have an attack, the squad leader suddenly walked in quickly from the front door holding a bunch of things, looked around everyone, and coughed vigorously twice.

The voice was too deliberate, a group of people raised their heads, and frantically raised the alarm in their hearts, quickly put away their homework and went back to everyone. After a few seconds of chaos, the English teacher walked in with newly bought high heels, with a bag under his arm. This tutorial.

As soon as he entered the door, the teacher's sense of smell smelled traces of panic.

"I can hear you frying oil pans here from a few hundred meters away. Why, what's so interesting?"

She looked around and suddenly made a joke, "Meng Xi, what are you doing standing there? I didn't punish you to stand and listen to the class."

When everyone heard the words, they all raised their heads, and forty or fifty eyes fell on Meng Xi.

After the math test battle, the school bully's presence and impression in everyone's mind has risen two levels, and he is no longer the simple school bully who was bored and loved to fight.

Now Meng Xi has been promoted to warrior.

"?"

Meng Xi originally planned to settle accounts with Song Huai, but now he was suddenly stunned by the cue. After he scanned around, he realized that he was the only one standing brightly in the class.

Like a fixed target.

"What are you still doing?" The English teacher slapped the book on the table and said casually, "It's time for class, please sit down for me."

"..."

In the eyes of everyone, the school bully rolled his Adam's apple twice, tried his best to hold his expression, and sat down slowly.

Song Huai caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye and smiled slightly.

It is said to be a class, but it is actually a self-study.

Meng Xi's performance in English class is not bad recently. A few days ago in the morning class, he even handed in a dictation of words.

For this reason, the English teacher's impression of him has improved a lot, and she also left him her own WeChat, asking him to ask her any questions he can't understand. After all, he is a sophomore in high school, so he should hurry up.

For this reason, Meng Xi did not catch up on sleep in English class.

Song Huai, on the other hand, didn't know what he did the night before, so he lay down and fell asleep as soon as class started.He has good grades and is not in class now, so the English teacher naturally doesn't care about him.

It really is the uncle.

As soon as Meng Xi's thoughts wandered, he made a mistake in writing a word.He was just about to tear off the correction with the tape, when suddenly a cool breeze came through the crack of the window, which made him shiver.

He was about to close the window, when he looked up through the glass, he suddenly saw Zhao Qianqian walking quickly from the door.

For some reason, Meng Xi's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Qianqian tapped her fingers symbolically, then pushed open the front door and nodded to the English teacher.Her gaze moved back, and finally landed on the back door.

"Meng Xi," she said in a deep voice, "come out for a while."