The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

After the peach blossom-eyed boy finished speaking, he stepped back and got up, picking up the school uniform jacket that was casually placed next to the office chair.

The audience was silent, and the atmosphere was as cold as ice, and he just walked out in such a loose manner.

It was far away, and the voice was scattered in the wind, a little muffled.

Boys at this age have reached the voice change period, half of them still retain the clear voice of childhood, and the other half sound like adults.

His voice was low, magnetic, low and cold.

I couldn't hear what he said, but the students outside burst into laughter again.

A teacher finally found a reason to break the deadlock and yelled at the students outside: "Which class are you in? The principal's office is not a place for you to run wild, so you can go back wherever you want!"

The boys outside were eager to get away, and immediately dispersed like birds and beasts.

"Science is good... Then I will be elected as Science and go to Class 27. What do you think?"

After reading the file, Sun Xibai circled it with a gold pen.He was just in his early 30s, and he was the principal who just took office a few months ago. After such a big drama just now, he tried his best to maintain the majesty of the principal.

Lu Xingyin sat at the table, and Ji Bingfeng leaned over to check the grade sheets of each class.

A large number of books are piled on the table, blocking the view, only densely packed forms can be seen.

"Class 27 can be regarded as our signature class in the second year of high school, the problem student just now." He wrinkled his nose, and Lu Xingyin raised his eyes.

"The grades are good. When I entered the school, the top scorer in the senior high school entrance examination and the top score in the competition are often a headache. Ask him to write a self-criticism in the office, how dare he play minesweeper!"

—and broke his computer password!

After the headmaster complained, he glanced at Ji Bingfeng again, as if he remembered something from the other party's identity, and hurried to make amends: "Oh, that child is also from the Gu family..." Then he smiled.

Ji Bingfeng also smiled: "Mr. Gu is now helping to run the board of directors. The two families have been friends for decades. Next time the two children meet, Xingyin will call him brother. That child has been different from others since he was a child. That's what tempers are."

He turned back and asked Lu Xingyin: "What do you think?"

Lu Xingyin looked at the flying paper in front of him with chemical equations written on it.

The boy's passionate eyes seemed to appear in front of him again, looking at him with a half-smile.

He folded it up and put it in his cuff, and said, "Okay."

Qingmo Qizhong Deer Xingyin heard that many years ago, the banners of the bookstore in Dongtong City and the advertisements for health care products read "Qingmo 58 sets of secret papers to help you go to Tsinghua University" "Qingmo students reveal the secret: this is how famous schools study The "Qingmo students don't even eat, and use this to replenish their brains", but it was all a long time ago.

At that time, Lu Xingyin was probably less than five or six years old. He remembered things very early, and his memory was even more amazing. He knew how terrifying Qingmo's [-]% undergraduate enrollment rate and forty or fifty Qingbei students every year were. Dongtong City is a place where no Qingbei students can come out for more than ten years.

In Dongtong City No. [-] Middle School, any student who can be admitted to the first batch of undergraduates is worth celebrating with great fanfare.

However, in recent years, private schools have sprung up, hiring high-quality teachers with high salaries, and attracting a large number of high-quality students with "noble standard" hardware conditions. Slowly, both teacher resources and students have been replaced. Many public high schools that once shined Gradually disappeared, and Qingmo No. [-] Middle School was one of them.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse.Even so, the reputation of a century-old school is still there, and the momentum is there.

The red school motto scrolled on the bulletin screen of the second-year teaching building: My life has a limit, but knowledge has no limit.The classrooms are half old, but spacious and bright, with air-conditioning and multimedia equipment.

Now it is class time, the whole teaching building is quiet, occasionally there will be the sound of reading loudly from the high-rise liberal arts class.

After Ji Bingfeng accompanied Lu Xingyin to fix the dormitory, he sent him to the teaching building downstairs: "Then I will pick you up on the weekend and put a new mobile phone in your luggage. If there is anything, you can call home. If it is urgent , it’s the same to go directly to Principal Sun.”

Lu Xingyin nodded and watched Ji Bingfeng leave.

The teaching building for the second year of high school is in the shape of a zigzag, with four floors standing side by side and connected by corridor bridges.

In the middle of the entrance on the east and west sides is a bright red grade banner. Arts and sciences are separated. There are a total of 600 students in each subject, and the results from No.1 to the [-]th are all clearly arranged.

The most eye-catching thing on the banner is not the grade No. 1 grade, but the last row with super-low scores neatly arranged from top to bottom. All the students of Class 27 are conspicuously circled with a green highlighter.

Lu Xingyin glanced at it, then walked inside.

The offices of the teachers are all on the first floor. Lu Xingyin knocked on the door and entered one of them, and asked, "Hello, teachers, excuse me. I am a new transfer student from class 27. I would like to ask about the office of the teacher in charge of class 27." Where?"

The entire office was empty, and the remaining teachers were busy with their own business. After looking at each other for a few times, they didn't answer his question.

Only a male teacher leaning against the door was correcting the test papers, and upon hearing this, he looked up at him.

Lu Xingyin saw the words on his badge: Chen Chong, chemistry group.

"A transfer student from Class 27?"

Chen Chong thought for a while: "Class 27...that's the class next door I teach." He turned around and asked a female teacher at the other end of the office: "Did Teacher Qin resign from Class 27 a few days ago?"

This time the teachers finally spoke up: "Yes, a new teacher will be transferred in a few days."

Teacher Chen then put down the test paper and turned on the computer, and said slowly: "Your head teacher is not here. Wait a minute, I will help you look at the schedule of class 27... Oh, here it is. Your math teacher is the deputy head teacher, and you are in math class right now. Go directly to find him. Class 27 is on the third floor to the east, follow the stairs to the middle classroom on the third floor, can you find it?"

Lu Xingyin nodded, and said: "I can find it, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The class bell rang for less than 10 minutes.

When Lu Xingyin passed by, he heard a powerful and impassioned scolding voice inside: "You are in the second grade of high school, not the second grade of elementary school! Look at your scores, you can afford this face, I can't afford it! I will take I took Class 1 and your Class 27, and I have to say, ah, the students in the Sunshine class are better than your parallel class, are they smarter than you? I have to say that to make you feel comfortable? Why are they both? With only eyes, nose and mouth, you are the only ones who are ineffective? Looking at the twenty parallel classes in the whole grade, you are also the worst!"

The math teacher was short and fat. He took a sip of water, softened his tone, and his voice became Buddha-like: "I specially counted the revisions this time. There are 40 students in the class, and only two people solved this problem. One is Meng Congzhou and the other is Cai Jing."

Someone at the bottom responded with a playful smile: "Gu Fangwei can do it too! He just doesn't take the test."

"He can do it, are you him?" The math teacher's sudden Buddhism didn't last long, and his anger suddenly flared up again, "You stand outside! What's so great about doing this problem? This is the trigonometric identity transformation in the first semester of high school, the first application problem!! It doesn’t even involve interval transformation!! What are you so proud of, huh?? You feel superior when you are a poor student, don’t you?”

A boy stood outside in desperation.

The whole class burst into laughter, and everyone's eyes followed the boy, only to find that there was a deer walking by the door.

Qiqi fell silent again.

The boy by the door was thin, white, and very delicate-looking, with a red string around his neck.

Lu Xingyin stood there with his back straight, calm and gentle, looking like a good student.

Mathematics teacher Song Li noticed him and thought he was some student sent by a teacher from another class to inform him, and frowned: "——what's the matter?"

"Hi teacher, I'm a transfer student and I just came here today." Lu Xingyin said in a clear voice, "The other teachers said that the class teacher is not here, so let me come to you directly."

"Oh——transfer student." The class quickly became commotion.After the girls in the back row saw his appearance clearly, they discussed excitedly: "Damn, so handsome! Fuck, fuck!!! Is he really a transfer student!!"

Song Li pinched the center of his brows with his thick, short and fat fingers, and thought for a while: "Mr. Qin seems to have told me before leaving—"

It is said that there is a related household who will be transferred to class 27, please help him to meet it.

It is not very common to transfer to another school in the second year of high school. Generally, the transfer is either to return after the college entrance examination, or to change schools before the first year of high school.

Class 27 was originally a class at the end of the whole grade, and all kinds of monsters danced around. At this time, another related household came, Song Li was the first and the second was big, let alone seeing it.

She is so pretty and well-behaved, according to Song Li's experience, the more good-looking she is in the poor class, the more moths she can make!In romance novels, those are things that can make more than four girls abort for him!

He pinched the center of his brows again, with the anger that hadn't been suppressed just now, and his tone was not very good: "What's your name? Which school did you transfer from?"

Lu Xingyin said: "Lu Xingyin, I didn't go to high school before."

As these words came out, the class whispered among themselves, looking at him with disbelief.

— Didn’t go to high school?

"This is our sophomore class." Song Li felt that his migraine was about to strike again. "In our school, no matter whether it is a parallel class or a sunshine class, the teaching progress is the same. The second semester of senior high school will finish all the high school courses, and the senior three will have three rounds of summary." Review. You didn't go to high school, did you learn the content in the first year of high school?"

——How did you recruit such a transfer student!

Lu Xingyin shook his head.

In fact, he didn't know why the Huo family had to make him study in the second year of high school. In short, it was arranged like this.

The class booed.

A girl in the back row let go of her voice and said with a smile: "Welcome to the brigade of scumbags! It doesn't matter whether the teacher can get in or not, our progress may not be as good as him!"

"Yes!" The others echoed, booing, "Welcome to the brigade of scumbags!"

There was another burst of laughter.

Song Li ignored the uproarious laughter, and asked again: "Have you never learned anything?"

Lu Xingyin hesitated for a moment.

After the high school entrance examination, he opened a repair shop directly. The only subject that can be said to have a high school knowledge reserve is chemistry.

Lu Xingyin shook his head and said, "No."

"Then it's difficult for you." Song Li said bluntly, "You'd better learn this from the first year of high school. If you start from the second year of high school, you will not be able to keep up. What about your parents? I'll go and talk to them Said, there must be a problem with this deployment.”

Lu Xingyin paused and said, "They're not here."

After thinking about it, I chose another wording that sounded very sincere: "I will study hard, teacher."

Song Li is 34 years old this year. After graduating from a normal school, he has been teaching students for many years, and he has learned a lot.He has seen students like Lu Xingyin before - it's nothing more than the parents' eagerness, and the children feel ashamed to repeat the first year of high school again.

Although it is not bad for him to have one more student in the class-if he can barely pass the undergraduate course, there will be a reward of 5000 yuan, but professional responsibilities make him more cautious.

He looked at Lu Xingyin, put down the chalk in his hand, and clapped his hands.

"In this way, I will give you a question and write it down. If you can write it, you will stay in the second class of high school, otherwise you should go back and study in the first year of high school."

Lu Xingyin was stunned.

Before he could respond, Song Li had already turned around and started writing on the blackboard.

While writing, he looked at the sample questions in the test paper just mentioned next to him, and wrote a trigonometric function question by hand:

【已知sinΘ+sinΘ=1，求3cosθ+cos^4θ-2sinθ+1的值】

"Damn it! Old Song is so ruthless, he started the question right after he came here! Sisters, get moving! For the sake of future school grass, let's try this question!"

The girl who spoke just now was named Qu Jiao, and she immediately mobilized.

In the corner of the back row, where the chair leaned crookedly, the peach-eyed boy was resting with his eyes closed, his ears plugged with earphones.

He is indifferent to everything that happens in the class.

"What about Gu Fangwei?" Someone asked Qu Jiao.

"Just ask a fart, Gu Fangwei is the school belle!"

Another burst of laughter, this class is always full of laughter.

Gu Fangwei opened his peach blossom eyes and glanced lightly.

This glance made him raise his eyebrows, not angry, but laziness and indifference.

Qu Jiao, who was next to her, came over: "Why, do you know that handsome guy?"

Gu Fangwei closed his eyes again, and clicked on the next song to play.

Not knowing each other.

The principal's office, a meeting.

Lu Xingyin took the chalk from Song Li, stepped onto the podium, and faced the problem.

Amid the laughter, quite a few people really wanted to try this question seriously. On the one hand, they wanted to show their demeanor and see if they could show their skills in front of the transfer students. On the other hand, they also wanted to try Lao Song How difficult is this standard, whether the poor students in their class can write it.

The few students who were studying hard in the class also began to write one after another.

Lu Xingyin has never previewed high school mathematics. For him, even the understanding of sin and cos is limited to the Pythagorean theorem and several commonly used trigonometric function values ​​in junior high school.

The subject itself was completely new to him.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched infinitely.

Facing the problem on the blackboard, Lu Xingyin sized it up for a while, then raised his eyes - what he saw was the example problem just finished next to him.

From the topic to the problem-solving process, after reading it from top to bottom, he quickly smashed, deconstructed, reorganized, and adjusted in his mind-he quickly captured a key point, that is, a special, Things that do not belong to the conditions of the topic.

That's an equational transformation that just came out of thin air.

[sinθ (square) + cosθ (square) = 1]

If it does not belong to the title condition and does not belong to ordinary transformation, then there is only one conclusion.

This is something in the textbook, the "knowledge" that needs to be recorded in his mind and he has left behind because of his absence.

With this equation, the problem in front of him suddenly took shape.

Time returns to normal.

three.

two.

One.

Poor students and good students are writing hard, except for those watching in the back row.

Qu Jiao, who laughed the most, was used to being a scumbag, impatient. As soon as Song Li finished speaking, she poked Gu Fangwei's elbow with a pen: "Boss, look at this question?"

Gu Fangwei raised his eyes, glanced over, and said casually, "2."

At the same time, Lu Xingyin stretched out his hand and wrote a number in delicate and powerful handwriting:

【2】.

Still no more than three seconds.

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