Not a big brother for many years [Quick Transmigration]

Teacher Yu glanced at Zhong Huan worriedly, and finally lowered his voice a bit, and waved to everyone to signal them to lower their voices, saying,

"I think what Zhong Huan said is very reasonable. Fate cannot be maintained by one person. He stood still and didn't go straight forward. As long as you work hard enough, you can get close to him."

This is the truth that everyone understands, Zhao Zixuan bit his pen and muttered, "Who is worried about this? Isn't everyone here because they want to stand side by side with him and ask him what kind of girl he likes and what kind of girl he likes?" What kind of game?"

The most common thing Zhao Zixuan did was to fight with other students outside the school. No one remembered the reason. He could only look at the scar left by a stitch on his eye socket, and Nuonuo remained silent.

He Yidong pursed her lips, the hair scattered on her back could even smell the fragrance of shampoo, in the end she just asked Teacher Yu for a rubber band to tie her hair up, and then said with firm eyes,

"I don't know what other people think, but the reason why I stay here to participate in the competition is that I want to make myself better, but most of all I want to get closer to him, not like before. I want to find a boyfriend, I just want to see how the real good people live, that's all."

The black, long and straight appearance can indeed bring her the so-called ladylike expressiveness and even make many boys pursue her, but what's the use of that?

If she sees a truly outstanding person by her side, longing and chasing will become natural. As for whether she has the idea of ​​falling in love with the other party, she feels that she should at least take the first step in the endless pursuit. You are only qualified to think about those steps.

As for this first step, she thought that at least the [-]th High School should not be allowed to be at the bottom of the competition again.

Fortunately, the thoughts of the other students were no different from those of these two.

Teacher Yu gritted her teeth. It was obvious that in the dark environment, several long-tube incandescent lamps in the classroom had been turned off, but her eyes seemed to be shining,

"Leave the following tutoring to me. We will last until twelve o'clock, and then we will go to wash and go to bed together. I will wake you up at four o'clock in the morning. Can you do it?"

"Cut." Zhao Zixuan made a meaningless voice.

Other students did not give a complete promise, but Teacher Yu believed that these students could do it.

After tutoring until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, after Teacher Yu finished, she thought anxiously, as if she hadn't done this for many years, and unexpectedly felt like returning to high school.

But the feeling is really great.

It will be addictive, it is an intuitive reflection of feeling that you are getting better and better, every time you memorize a formula, every time you understand a different question type, every time you see through the new traps designed in the question type... …

They are all things that can bring people a sense of accomplishment.

When they went to wash up together and came back, they saw Zhong Huan still lying on the table. The boys looked at each other, and used the quilt brought by Zhong's mother and the tables of their classmates to make a few sheets together. Only then did Zhong Huan help Zhong Huan to put him on one of the simple beds, and he didn't even open his eyes during this period.

The other students were a little worried, thinking that if they had the chance, they would still find out what narcolepsy meant...

But now, there is no need.

From spontaneously staying in the classroom at the end and taking the initiative to turn off the phone, it means that they are ready and ready to become better.

After class during the day, a group of students who seemed to be in good condition at present only said a few words when faced with inquiries from other students, and then turned their attention back to the math problem.

A large number of questions is the most suitable training method for students with insufficient acuity.

Everyone thought this way, but other students were very uncomfortable with the feeling that they suddenly formed a special small circle, and even tried to interrupt their practice of writing exercises by means.

At first, Pu Bingbing endured it when his arm was bumped by his good friend before, causing the strokes to draw a big road mark in the exercise book.

But when the second time and the third time even surpassed the third time, she couldn't help it, and even looked crazier than Zhao Zixuan who usually fights outside the school.

"Enough of you! I don't want to learn well, can you stop dragging me together? Why don't I explain why I work hard? I want to be better, I want to be friends with classmate Zhong, isn't this enough to be a reason for me to work hard ?”

"What good will it bring you if you bother me again and again? Let me play with you? Let me accompany you to waste the youth that should be as bright as the sun?

Let me talk to you about how good-looking boys are in those other schools?Let me entangle with you which factory to work in in the future? "

"I don't want this, I don't want it at all!

I don't want to annihilate everyone in an ordinary way, and I don't want to be a mediocre waste, please don't bother me anymore, can you? ! "

Pu Bingbing's voice even became hoarse. She didn't think she could become someone like Zhong Huan who would become a pillar of others as long as she stood still. All she could do was to let Get better yourself.

The girl who disturbed Pu Bingbing was stunned.

She never even thought that she would explode. The girl's eyes widened at first, then her face turned red, tears flowed down her eyes, and she rushed out of the classroom, while Pu Bingbing just sat alone and sulked , I don’t even want to continue writing the practice questions.

Zhong Huan was disturbed by these voices, opened his eyes slightly, and sat up straight. Suddenly Pu Bingbing's outburst made everyone quiet in the classroom, only his clear voice could be heard.

"Maybe what you want to do, others also want to do, the only difference is that they don't know how to do like you."

Then he leaned back on the table by himself.

It is really difficult to bear the feeling of severe pain without repair.

Pu Bingbing opened her mouth, and finally was dragged out by Qian Ruolan sighing,

"Let's look for it. Peng Si probably didn't do it on purpose, and his friend was snatched away by others. It should be a difficult question type to answer in Chinese subjects."

The girl was finally persuaded to come back, and the process was out of Zhong Huan's attention.

So when the girl came home from school that afternoon, carrying her quilt on her back, taking advantage of the moonlight, when she reappeared in the classroom with a bag containing books and washing tools, everyone was shocked.

The embarrassing crying and tears in the morning seemed to disappear, and she said to everyone with a bright smile,

"I know that people are more concerned about math competitions recently, so I won't affect you. You learn from you. I just want to help you as much as possible here, and at the same time, let myself grow to a certain extent. "

Such words have been said, how can you refuse?Teacher Yu sighed, beckoned her to pick a seat, and continued to talk about the topic.

Except for Zhong Huan, the hands of the nine students who had been writing the topic for almost a day were all shaking slightly, and a piece of the middle finger of their right hand was obviously stiff and painful.

But the feeling of gradually enriching myself is also very refreshing.

Perhaps the essence of human beings is that there is an element of trembling. M. If you can grow yourself in this kind of self-abuse tactics, and even get a good ranking, no one will think there is anything wrong.

Teacher Yu also took advantage of this so-called competition opportunity to be cheeky, asked his former teachers for many suitable practice questions, and then printed them out with the only printer in the school.

Paper fee is at your own expense.

For a week, as Zhong Huan said, nothing is impossible.

Because the other teachers in the school knew the reason for their hard work, even if they were studying math problems in other courses, they turned a blind eye. At most, the teacher who paid a little attention to this matter warned the other teachers. Nine classmates say,

"No matter what the outcome of this competition is, you must at least devote one-tenth of your attention to the sprint competition and study hard. It takes only one week for a week."

But the teacher did not tell them whether it was one teacher week or all teachers week.

Can you look forward to it a little bit?

There is nothing about the performance of those children that can be ridiculed.

They can also look forward to the fact that this school can finally change to a certain extent, right?

Zhong Huan fell down and fell asleep at ten o'clock in the evening as usual.

It seemed to be dead asleep, except that the heart was still beating, and there was an occasional heaving feeling in the chest, which might be a state that could scare people to death, and it would last until eight o'clock the next morning.

Peng Si was still quite frightened when Zhong Huan fell directly on the table and fell asleep.

It was only later that I was notified of the so-called narcolepsy.

Thinking again ignorantly, Student Zhong is really not easy.

She seemed to have seen this kind of disease in some romance novels before, and the main character's way of breaking free was relying on the heroine's love to leave Zhou Gong's invitation.

The only thing I remember clearly is that if you don't get enough sleep, it will indeed cause a very bad reaction, and even cause other mental complications.

I don't know if this is the case, this is just what she saw from the novel, and if she has time later, she still needs to look up the information carefully to see the specific situation.

Peng Si and several other students had this concept in mind.

It's a pity that those who can overwhelm people later, during the one-week study process, they were not given this opportunity at all.

They also thoroughly understood what level of Great Demon King Zhong Huan was. It was his ability to control the classroom battlefield as long as he stood up with a pointer in his hand.

It can only remind people of princes and generals in history textbooks.