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

Mathematics Office.

The teachers came here in sevens and eights, and the table was full of test papers and teaching aids, which was too high to be seen.

The air conditioner was still on in the office, and the cool wind blew over the exposed skin, and the temperature dropped layer by layer.

Zhao Qianqian sat on her office chair, with a test paper full of red circles in front of her.

She took a sip of water from her cup, glanced casually at Meng Xi from the corner of her eye, "Sit."

Meng Xi didn't say a word, nor did he sit down.

Zhao Qianqian ignored him, grabbed the test paper, and tapped the paper with her fingertips.

Her words were short and crisp, "Explain."

Meng Xi looked down, and there was a 55 points written on it with a red pen.This is the first time he has achieved such a good result in mathematics since he was in high school.

However, before he had time to be happy, he swept his eyes and immediately saw three bright red question marks followed by 55 points.

What to explain is obvious.

Meng Xi suddenly felt that it was absurd, absurd and speechless, and there was something ridiculous about it.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. Can you explain why I can only get 55 points? If I can get a pass, I should be in the principal's office now, not here?"

His tone was cold, but inexplicably smacked with sarcasm.

The male mathematics teacher who was grading papers in the back row couldn't help but raised his head, watching the play with relish.

"So, do you know why I called you this trip?"

Of course Zhao Qianqian knew that everyone in the office was watching the fun, so she kept her eyes fixed on Meng Xi's face, with a sense of scrutiny.

"Why would I know?"

Of course Meng Xi knew what she meant, and it would have been fine if he had made small troubles before, but now these small tricks had already made him...very impatient.

"If I knew, would I still be standing here?"

His face was expressionless, he put aside his ambiguous attitude in front of the teacher before, and he was not polite in his words and sentences, "Isn't it said that people who study mathematics are very logical? Teacher Zhao, if you don't even have basic conversation skills , I suggest you go to the next door to ask for advice, presumably the class teacher will not ask you for that little tuition fee."

Next door to Meng Xi said is the language group.

Mathematics, Chinese, and English are famous triangular relationships, especially in Chinese and mathematics. The factional struggle between the two has been fought from kindergarten all the way to doctorate and master degree.The Chinese department mocked the mathematics department's straight male thinking, and the mathematics department mocked the Chinese department for not understanding the beauty of logic.

In addition, last year the Ministry of Education stipulated that teachers of elementary and middle school students should not hold cram schools in private. This can be said to have hit Zhao Qianqian's painful foot.

Her complexion changed immediately, "Meng Xi, did you embarrass me? You cheated and you have the nerve to show off your power here?"

Show off? ?Who is the first to show off his power to whom?

Meng Xi raised his voice instantly, and said with a sneer, "Then tell me, what kind of fraud did I do?"

"You didn't cheat? You didn't cheat. How did you write the equation for the conic section?"

Zhao Qianqian threw the test paper on him, and said sharply, "It's the test center for additional questions, you should tell me carefully, which teacher in the grade taught you about conic curves, or is it the 'tutorial teacher' you found during the summer vacation?" Skipping the basic questions, and directly giving you extra questions?"

Conics...?

What kind of stuff is this, I have never heard of it.

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously grabbed the two thin test papers that fell on him, and turned to the last side——

Because the test center is really a bit off for the students' current knowledge reserves, Meng Xi searched for all the formulas that Song Huai explained in his mind, scratched his head and thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to make it up. I had no choice but to fill in the one that looked pleasing to the eye, then substituted it into the calculation, and then handed it in.

Now, during the messy problem solving process, a formula was circled by a red pen, which was particularly eye-catching, and the side gave two points reluctantly.

Substituted into the calculation, the result is three points.

A sentence was added next to it: The average score of the class is 1.5 points.

One of the points has to benefit from that Jiezi.

Now, he finally knew why Zhao Qianqian had a sudden seizure.

"What, can't speak?"

Seeing that he was silent, Zhao Qianqian gradually calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "Our No. [-] Middle School has always been lenient in discipline. You can skip classes, play truant, and fall in love, but there is only one high-voltage line—cheating."

"Once you are caught cheating, you will be demerited if you are small, and you will be expelled if you are big."

She said slowly, "I think you should be very clear about the details."

The Fourth Middle School is very loose when it is loose, but it is also really strict when it is strict.If the demerit is due to cheating, it will remain in the file for the rest of the life, and will be transferred to the university and company along with it.

Not to mention that Comrade Meng Jianguo donated one library, it is useless to donate ten.

Meng Xi stood still, and said after a long time, "I didn't cheat."

Zhao Qianqian smiled, "Then I'll make another conic section on the spot, and you can make it for me. If I can do it, then I won't pursue today's matter, okay?"

Of course Meng Xi can't.

Those formulas are all made by him temporarily. If the short-term memory is not consolidated, it will be almost forgotten after two sleeps. Who can remember such detailed formulas and processes after a weekend?

He opened his lips, not knowing how to justify for a moment.

It seems that no matter what you say, it is wrong.

"Cheaters aside, look at your entire paper. The formulas are written in a mess. Those who don't know think you are fishing for fish? Why, is it possible to catch one? You think this is a Chinese class and a history class. Can you get some sympathy points for writing nonsense?"

Zhao Qianqian scolded him mercilessly, finally tapped the desktop, and said softly: "I told you before, if you continue to maintain this attitude of learning, then I will not be able to teach you."

Her voice fell, and the office was silent.

The teacher at the back table couldn't bear it anymore, and sighed silently.

Although the high-voltage wires in the No. [-] Middle School are cheating, except for the regular monthly exams, midterm exams, and final exams, students who are caught can at most write a self-criticism, or be punished to stand, and ask their parents, and it will not cause trouble to the point of demerit.

Everyone has come from the student stage. Children at this age are immature in mind. Teachers can teach as much as they can, and students can correct as much as they can.

Zhao Qianqian's purpose in doing this is actually very clear. With Song Huai in class 4, the average score can be raised by a large margin, but to surpass the top class, the first thing to do is to solve the problem of dropping 3 or 4 points in an exam. More Meng Xi.

She thought that her request was not too much, and she neither let him drop out of school, nor made him demerit.

This is just a small request.

Meng Xi was silent for a moment, his eyes fell on the dazzling test paper. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when the third year of junior high school was approaching graduation, he was originally unwilling to continue studying.

Comrade Meng Jianguo spent a lot of money to find a tutor for him. He learned nine subjects at the same time, and the schedule was fully arranged, just like in school.

Everything was in place, but his mother did not agree to drop out of school.

Life and death do not agree.

She said that people are social animals, leaving the group will more or less leave behind some mental illnesses, not to mention that Meng Xi is still so young, and he used to be a temperament to make friends. If he stays at home for many years, he will definitely have problems in the future.

After Meng Jianguo heard it, he thought it made sense, so he decided to take a few sponsored students to live in his home and be his son's "classmates".

Simply insane.

How did it work out in the end...?

It seems that his class teacher personally visited his home and gave him a long time to counsel him.

In fact, he doesn’t remember many things that the teacher said. There is only one sentence that he has been reading up to now: “The teacher thinks you can’t make up your mind now, otherwise your parents wouldn’t be so hesitant. In this case, why Why don’t you give it a try? You always have to step out of your comfort zone, if you don’t go today, you will definitely go in the future.”

In fact, he no longer remembers many things that teacher said, except for one sentence that he has been reading until now.

"This second you are suffering, if you don't solve it, the pain will not disappear, but will continue to spread. The next second, the next second, until you finally wake up and want to solve it, it will not disappear."

The teacher is right, it turns out that escaping is really useless.

Meng Xi was silent, and suddenly took off his gloves slowly, "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Qianqian was slightly taken aback, watching him slowly raise his hand, not knowing what he was going to do for a while.

Meng Xi: "I—"

Suddenly there was a rapid and rhythmic knock on the door, which interrupted his words in an instant.

Everyone raised their heads, Zhao Qianqian frowned slightly, and said please come in.

The next second, Song Huai pushed the door open and entered.

Meng Xi raised his head in surprise, and saw that he was wearing a white shirt. Although the style was simple, he looked tall and straight, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Hello, Teacher Zhao." Song Huai nodded slightly, and replied without waiting for Zhao Qianqian to speak, "The English teacher urged Meng Xi to hand in his homework, and she needs to be approved face-to-face."

Zhao Qianqian's brows became tighter, but after all, she took up the time of English class, so there is nothing to say at the moment.

She was a little irritable, but still waved her hand, "Got it. Meng Xi, come over after English class."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Huai suddenly bent down and picked up the additional question paper on the ground.

The uppercase red numbers are particularly eye-catching.

He glanced roughly, handed back the test paper, and said in a flat tone, "The formula on the fourth-to-last line is wrong."

Meng Xi was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what he was going to do for a while, so he could only take it in a daze, "...Yes, is there?"

Goldfish Brain's pre-exam explosive power completely disappeared, and now he doesn't remember what he wrote at all.

Song Huai glanced at him, reached over with his fingertips, and poked lightly on the test paper.

"This question type has been told to you before the exam, what memory?"

His words are very light, but they carry a decisive weight, "Go back and copy this question ten times."