The whole world thinks I'm a scumbag

Song Li looked at Lu Xingyin, then at the blackboard, as if he had seen a ghost.

He knew that this question was not difficult, and what he actually used was a few small substitutions.

Like their teachers, most of the questions can be answered at a glance, but Lu Xingyin did it too quickly.

After he wrote the "2", two students with better grades, Meng Congzhou and Cai Jing, sitting in the first row, put down their pens one after another.

Song Li said, "Write about the process?"

Lu Xingyin sorted out his thoughts, and while looking at the example questions on the left, he clearly wrote down the ideas for answering the questions.

Song Li watched from the side, and was basically sure: If Lu Xingyin was not lying if he didn't go to high school, then this student deduced the formula of the textbook through the process of example problems, and then solved the problem!

After Lu Xingyin finished writing, Song Li said again: "Let me write another one for you."

The students below were commotion: "Hey Brother Song, you can't go back on your word!"

Qu Jiao also shouted: "Teacher Song, Gu Fangwei also said the answer is 2, the transfer students clearly did the right thing!"

"Yeah, he did the right thing!"

Song Li tied himself up again, and this time pinched the non-existent beard on his chin with his fat fingers: "I know, I know."

Seeing his serious expression, Lu Xingyin felt a little confused.

Song Li smiled at him: "It's okay, you can stay in class, and you can do it if you come up with another question."

There are actually two teaching formulas used in the example on the left: one was just used by Lu Xingyin, and the sum of the squares of sinθ and cosθ is 1.

There is another slightly more complex sum-difference product formula. In the second question of the example question, there is nothing to turn around on the basis of the calculation of the first question, and the pure calculation will send a sub-question.

sinθ+sinφ=2sin[(θ+φ)/2]cos[(θ-φ)/2]

And most of the students in class 27 didn't make it because of this formula-it's hard to remember, and they feel dizzy when they look at it.Among these poor students, there are still people who can't remember ordinary transformations, let alone others.

Song Li directly wrote one this time: sin105°+sin15°=

Still a very simple question.

Lu Xingyin took even less time this time. After Song Li finished writing, he directly followed it up: the square root of half is six.

After finishing writing, he only looked at the sample questions, turned upside down and slowly wrote the process according to the format.

There was an exaggerated exclamation from below: "Wow!"

"Wait... Is this what you say you haven't learned the content of the first year of high school?"

"Did you see that he is doing the sample problem! He just learned it!"

Song Li has basically figured it out here, and the topics are all secondary. He was surprised by Lu Xingyin's ability to respond and analyze, especially for his status as a transfer student from Class 27.

It's a good seedling!

He patted Lu Xingyin on the shoulder: "Okay, my office is in the third mathematics group on the east side of the first floor. If you have anything to do these few days, you can call me. If you have anything to do in class, you can also ask your classmates .You don’t have a solid foundation in the first year of high school, so you have to make up for it as soon as possible. The progress waits for no one.”

Lu Xingyin nodded.

"For seats..." Song Li looked around the class and frowned.

He looked towards the first row.

The number of students in this class is smaller than the usual class, because some of the parents of the students thought of ways to transfer their children from the poor class.

Only a few students who were willing to sit in the first row were willing to study hard. One was Meng Congzhou, the class monitor, and the other was Cai Jing, his math class representative.

However, these two people had been at the same table early in the morning, and there was no place nearby for another person to be inserted.

There is space in the back row.

Song Lisheng was afraid that these ignorant students would spoil Lu Xingyin, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "You sit in the second-to-last row, next to Chen Yuanyuan."

Then he called the boy outside: "Go back to your seat and bring the new classmates to get used to the new environment in the past few days, it will be considered a crime for you."

The boy outside the door scratched his head and walked in. He was very fair and wore round-rimmed glasses. He looked naive, with a frightened expression on his face: "Huh?"

The class burst into laughter again: "I'm calling you! Classmate Huoshui!"

Lu Xingyin remembered who this boy was - he was part of the booing outside the principal's office yesterday.It's kind of funny for a boy to be called by such a name.

Song Li also said: "The new students are here, everyone should help each other and study together. Although Lu students have not been in the first year of high school, but I don't think they will be worse than some self-proclaimed smart people in the future. If you study in a foolish way, be careful." The seat is not stable!"

He glanced back.

Lu Xingyin then raised his eyes and looked at the young people in the last row by the back door.

In the morning, the boy closed his eyes and listened to the song, his dark eyelashes were long and dense.The light outside the corridor streamed down through the window, illuminating the edge of half of his side face, making his eyebrows and eyes sharper.

Peach eye.

Qu Jiao next to him poked with a pen again: "Gu Fangwei, what did the teacher say about you!"

Gu Fangwei said lazily: "Mr. You said the same thing a year ago. The examples you used at that time were Meng Congzhou and Cai Jing."

A burst of laughter erupted in the class.

Everyone knew his subtext—but a year later, these two hard-working and good students still couldn't catch up with him.

What is the use?

Lu Xingyin noticed that Cai Jing's face in the first row immediately turned pale, and Meng Congzhou next to her took a look at her, and tugged at the corner of her clothes comfortingly.

Gu Fangwei's students are born with mixed reputations among the teachers.

When he entered Qingmo No. [-] Middle School, it was said that he had given up his full SSAT score and rejected a full scholarship from a well-known foreign middle school and the qualifications for the junior class of T University.At the same time, he also won a city champion in the city's high school entrance examination, with four competition gold medals and countless awards.

According to gossip, Gu Fangwei is the only grandson of the chairman of Gu's Technology. He has been a genius since he was a child, and he has even created some patents since he was a child.

At that time, the Yingcai Middle School next door released a word, releasing countless preferential conditions, and it was "certain to win" for Gu Fang, but Gu Fangwei inexplicably chose Qingmo No. [-] Middle School, which is the worst in S City, and this Worst class in middle school.

Then he quickly degenerated and blended into the poor students.

He does not attend lectures or take exams. The only exams he will take are the entrance exam and the final exam, because if he misses the exam for the whole semester, he will be expelled from school.Fighting, smoking, climbing over the wall, surfing the Internet, but quickly proficient

Gu Fangwei's knowledge in high school can hardly restrain him. When others do a math problem for a class, he knows the answer at a glance; occasionally teachers encounter problems and ask him in turn; He grew up in a bilingual environment, and his parents have been managing companies abroad for a long time. He speaks standard and fluent English.

In short, all the teachers have reached a consensus: this student is not here to go to school, and whatever happens to him, as long as it doesn't affect other people, don't worry about it.

But in fact, as long as Gu Fangwei exists, the bad influence he will bring is almost certain: not everyone has such superior conditions as Gu Fangwei, and students at this age often cannot ignore this kind of influence. Differences cause poor students to feel that learning is useless, and serious students will also doubt themselves.

Song Li dislikes Gu Fangwei very much, but there are some teachers who prefer him very much.

Song Li silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, the Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddhist scriptures several times in his heart... Then he said with a straight face: "Then you can sit firmly in this place—don't influence your new classmates!"

Lu Xingyin sat down on the seat.

Gu Fangwei took off the earphones.His slender legs were hooked under the desk, the chair was leaned back against the wall, and he tilted his head to look at people.

Lu Xingyin is the kind of good student who thinks he is obedient at a glance, delicate and delicate, fair and calm, and a little sickly.

In short, reading to death is not fun.

The young man in front of him was sitting directly in front of him. From Gu Fangwei's perspective, all he could see was his jet-black hair, his snow-white neck, and the delicately woven life-protecting red rope between his neck.

The only difference is that Lu Xingyin sits very straight, with a straight back.It is rare now that students are hunchbacked/cervical spondylosis/loose.

It reminds people of a word that the Chinese teacher said, in "Chu Concubine Tan".Pale white dust piled up into words, and it was written on the blackboard with carrara: Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi.

The bell for the end of get out of class was about to ring, Song Li packed up his things and prepared to go back to the office.

The class is ready to go, ready to gossip about the new transfer student—or spread the gossip itself about "there's a super good-looking transfer student here."

Gu Fangwei turned to his pen again.

He looks so evil, his peach blossom eyes are narrowed, and even the cheap gel pens that cost five yuan and fifteen sticks from the school canteen can be turned so beautifully by him, with slender and beautiful knuckles.

"good student."

Lu Xingyin was stunned for a while before realizing that he was calling his name, and looked back.

"I usually don't care about business, so this is the last reminder." Gu Fangwei turned his pen, "It's fine if you choose a bad school, don't come to this bad class."

Lu Xingyin said calmly: "It's my own decision."

"Why, meet me in the principal's office, are you falling in love with me?" Gu Fangwei raised his eyes, his eyes were dark, and he looked deeply into it, with a careless light floating on it, making it impossible to fathom. "Are you really reading here?"

The people next to him laughed and booed: "Damn! Xiaohua, you are not narcissistic!" "Is there someone who molested an honest person like you!"

Chen Yuanyuan looked at Lu Xingyin, his brows and eyes were calm, his mouth was slightly pursed, his eyelashes just drooped like that, and he didn't speak.

Strangely, it wasn't a look of being offended, nor a look of embarrassment, but Lu Xingyin's look seemed to be thinking about a question after hearing it.

Lu Xingyin bought the books and packed his things.A thermos filled with boiling hot medicine was hung between the tables, and the smell of wormwood wafted away.

From lunch break to evening self-study, the seat at the back table was empty, and no one came again.

Girls from outside kept knocking on the back door to deliver letters and things. Lu Xingyin opened the textbook, and heard Qu Jiao behind her back receiving and sending things: "It's a pity, it's a pity, there are so many little girls, I just saw a class of flowers... Why can't they look at Gu Fangwei as a dog? Liquor chocolate."

Chen Yuanyuan cheered and took the flying chocolates.

"What is this? Oh... I like duck wings, Oreos, and seaweed biscuits. I took them. The rest are handmade letters. What if he can't fit them in his desk?"

Chen Yuanyuan stuffed a piece of chocolate for Lu Xingyin, and turned to suggest: "Put it under the table. Pack up your things to make room for it."

The chocolate is very high-grade, and the packaging is gorgeous. Once you take a bite, the sweet body fluid will flow out, with a refreshing wine aroma.

Their desks are two-tiered, with two desks. The bottom one is small and takes up space and is inconvenient to use. It is usually used by students to store textbooks and notes that are not used very much.

While Lu Xingyin was writing the question, he heard Qu Jiao start reporting the name of the dish again: "Gu Fang, what the hell did you put in for this? Why did I see a dumbbell?? Huh????"

Dumbbells, balls of wool, whitish circuit boards, messy pieces of metal, scratch paper like ghost marks, erasers, and even a children's dictionary of "good memory star"...

They dig here like digging for treasure, and finally Qu Jiao and Chen Yuanyuan said in unison: "Ah..."

It sounded like digging out gold.

Chen Yuanyuan brought the things she found and put them on the table, and several people nearby were also attracted to look at them.

Really gold.

Lu Xingyin knew it with just one glance—it was a gold medal.

Chen Yuanyuan slowly read the words on it: "No. Gold Award in the 15th Regional Youth Chemistry Competition."

"The gold medal from a year ago, why did he put it here?" Qu Jiao scratched her head, "This person also has a gold medal? I can't tell."

"Who knows, help him tidy up and put the love letter in. Is it possible to sell it for him to buy roasted hot dogs?" Chen Yuanyuan sighed deeply like a little old woman, "Although I really want to... ...Who told him to be the school belle?"

The Huo family prepared a whole set of new stationery for Lu Xingyin, even the pen case was from a high-end foreign supplier, the white one was very delicate.

He is not used to putting pen cases, water cups and other miscellaneous things on the table. His habit is the exam habit. There are only books and two pens on the table: one black and one red.

Lu Xingyin took out the note from his sleeve and put it behind the cellophane inside the pen case.

This place is generally used by students to put their schedules or chicken soup for the soul.

And he stretched out his fingers, and slowly flattened the paper behind the cellophane carefully and carefully. The bright red ink and the letterhead of the principal's office still had a faint woody smell.

He put the pen case in the belly of the small table, then lowered his eyes, and continued to write the topic, the tip of the pen rustling.

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