Five years simulation three years first

Feng Zhou was woken up by the ringing of the WeChat phone when he was two stops away from school.He narrowed his eyes and pressed the answer button on the headset.

The melancholy bass disappeared in an instant, and Li Guohao's loud voice chased away the last bit of drowsiness left in him along the headphone cable: "Mr. Yu! When are you coming! Hurry up and save my brother's math homework!!"

"Oh," Feng Zhou replied angrily, "There are still two stops to school."

Li Guohao, who was still full of anger just now, seemed to be strangled: "Feng, Feng Xueba?"

Feng Zhou squeezed the center of his eyebrows, and took off Yu Shaochun's earphone by the way: "It's me, I'll be there in a while, don't rush."

Then he hung up the phone very ruthlessly.

Li Guohao swallowed, staring at the interface where the call ended.

Tang Qian asked him, "When will Mr. Yu come?"

"Feng Xueba said there are still two stops." Li Guohao murmured.

"President Yu seems to have come later than usual today...wait a minute."

Tang Qian asked with a strange expression: "Who said that?"

"Feng Xueba said there are still two stops." Li Guohao woke up like a dream, and hurriedly checked the call records, and found that the call was indeed Yu Shaochun, "Strange, why did Feng Xueba answer my call to Mr. Yu?" of?"

Feng Zhou pinched Yu Shaochun to wake him up: "It's time to stop."

"How do I remember if someone called me?" Yu Shaochun yawned, "Is there such a thing?"

Feng Zhou said without changing his face: "No, you remember wrongly."

This month it was Director Zhao's turn to be late for the Moral Education Department.

He was standing at the gate of the school with a cup of bean curd, drinking and blocking people. Seeing Feng Zhou, he seemed to remember the unhappiness they had with each other when school started, and his face darkened immediately. He was about to teach him not to get stuck in school.

But before he could speak, Feng Zhou poked his head out from behind: "Morning Director!"

Director Zhao took a closer look, and found that this was an acquaintance who had caused him a lot of trouble before, and he almost choked on a mouthful of bean curd.

Feng Zhou nodded to him, and followed Yu Shaochun into the teaching building.

Li Guohao waited in the classroom until flowers were dying, seeing him enter the door was like seeing a life-saving straw: "Mr. Yu, why don't you just come half an hour later to collect the brother's body?"

Yu Shaochun put down the bag, took out the math exercise book and handed it to him: "Because I went to do something else this morning."

Li Guohao turned the workbook to the final question, and checked it step by step according to the process he wrote: "What are you going to do?"

"Private business."

"Private Matter" himself was leaving "one question per day" on the blackboard as usual, when he heard what Yu Shaochun said, he turned his head slightly and gave him a warning look.

"But having said that," Li Guohao crossed out a few lines, recalling the phone call in the morning, "Why did Feng Xueba answer the phone in the morning?"

Yu Shaochun was stunned for a moment: "So you really called me?"

Li Guohao nodded.

"Student Feng, you are lying," Yu Shaochun said, "Someone obviously called me, but you still said no one."

Feng Zhouzheng put the chalks in the chalk box neatly one by one: "Anyway, I have finished answering the phone, so it means no one calls."

"That's not the problem," Li Guohao put down his pen, "Why did Feng Xueba answer my call?"

"Because I fell asleep."

"But even if you fell asleep, it shouldn't be Feng Xueba who answered the phone?"

"Well——" Yu Shaochun dragged his voice, and glanced at the people on the podium without any trace, "I said, you talk so much, do you understand the question?"

As expected, Li Guohao was successfully distracted, and he frowned at the question again.

Feng Zhou just happened to walk back to his seat, and stood behind Li Guohao to study their math competition homework. After looking at it for a while, he pointed to a part of Li Guohao's steps and said, "The parameter substitution here is wrong."

"Oh." Li Guohao hurriedly looked in the direction he pointed.

"That's right," Yu Shaochun twirled a fountain pen in his hand, and "slapped" on the line of words, "It can be calculated in this way."

Feng Zhou still insisted on his opinion: "No."

"can."

"It's too troublesome. It takes a lot of calculations to do this." Feng Zhou said, "No wonder some people write like crazy every time they write big questions. It turns out that they can't finish the questions."

"If you don't ask for guidance, you can only draw images?" Yu Shaochun propped his chin, and wrote on the draft paper next to him, "Some people are really obsessed with drawing images. Drawing images, mathematics is also willing to draw images, can't you think of other ways to solve problems?"

Li Guohao was sandwiched between the two, feeling that he was completely ignored.

Immortals fight mortals and suffer. The first and second grades have already started a debate that transcends the original level of the topic, but Li Guohao himself only wants to know what to do next.

In fact, whether it is the image method, or using the L'Opidus after finding the four derivatives, it can probably be calculated.

possible......

Li Guohao glanced at Yu Shaochun with a smile on his face and Feng Zhou with a bad face, and diligently listed the root-finding formula according to his own stupid method.

Maybe they just wanted to find a chance to argue.

"Tch," Feng Zhou twitched his lips, "A childish ghost who can only play tricks."

Yu Shaochun stopped the fountain pen that had been spinning in his hand, and added a graffiti with a naughty expression next to the image he drew: "Everyone, each other, down-to-earth doers."

Li Guohao looked at the root-finding formula that he had calculated on half a page of draft paper, and wanted to cry without tears. He reached out to take the draft paper that seemed to have experienced the war of the century, and wanted to see how he could solve this problem.

But Yu Shaochun pressed the second half and refused to let him take it: "Li Guohao┭В Now it's your turn to make a choice."

"what?"

He pointed to the two methods on the draft paper: "Choose one, this is a duel of fate."

I really just wanted to do my homework why did you drag me into this fight between the two of you?

Feng Zhou snorted coldly: "Childish."

Chen Si watched the play for a long time, and poked Tang Qian: "I think this time Feng Bao should see clearly that Yu's ugly face has returned to the embrace of light."

Tang Qian gave a dry laugh.

For elementary school students of this level, quarrels can be staged around him almost every day, and he has long been used to it.

After all, the first and second graders regard quarreling with each other as a hobby, and if this entertainment suddenly disappears one day, it will look wrong.

The expert Tang Qian patted Chen Si on the shoulder and returned to his seat with his pocket in his pocket, feeling that he was the man who took the script.

Li Guohao finally finished his homework before the class bell rang.Before the Chinese teacher came, he threw the workbook to Chen Si in a standard shooting posture, and asked him to help pass it to Yu Shaochun and hand it to the math teacher after class.

Yu Shaochun turned over the question just now, and found that Li Guohao finally chose what he said to ask for guidance, and felt that he had finally gained the upper hand.

He just wanted to turn around and show off to Feng Zhou, when he heard the voice of the Chinese teacher at the door: "Take out the books and papers, and put away the other subjects. Be careful, I will tear one by one."

Yu Shaochun hurriedly put the math competition workbook into the table hole, tore off a piece of paper from the Chinese volume, and wrote on it: "Feng Bao, Li Guohao chose my method to do the questions!"

After finishing writing, he rolled up the paper and quietly threw it to the people behind.

After a while, the ball of paper returned the same way and landed on his desk with a "click".

Yu Shaochun held the paper like a thief and unfolded it, and saw a fresh "oh" under his sentence.

"Sure enough, L'Hopida's method is easier to accept!"

"Oh."

"Can you stop cherishing words like gold?"

"Uh-huh."

Yu Shaochun looked at his perfunctory expression, and changed the subject: "What do you want for lunch?"

"...it's the first class now."

"Who stipulates that you can't think about what to eat for lunch in the first class?"

"casual."

"Li Guohao said that their basketball school team has a training match at noon today, will you go and watch it?"

"Don't go."

"Accompany me to see QAQ"

"...Let me say," Feng Zhou frowned and wrote on the paper, "The distance between the front and the back, are you so enthusiastic about passing notes?"

"It's called fun," Yu Shaochun replied, "Do you understand the first grade?"

The Chinese teacher knocked on the table: "Yu Shaochun, what are you happy about?"

Yu Shaochun raised his head quickly: "Is it the joy of the world after tomorrow?"

"Go and stand in the back," said the Chinese teacher, "you won't know your last name after a few days of death."

Yu Shaochun walked around to the back with the language documents in a good manner and stood up.He looked at the gap where the Chinese teacher turned to write on the blackboard, and poked Feng Zhou.

"Feng Xueba, reach out."

Feng Zhou stretched his hand back without knowing why, and a ball of paper fell into his palm.

...Did you not forget to pass the note even though you were fined to stand behind?

Then you really don't forget your original intention.

Feng Zhou just wanted to take his hand back, but found that Yu Shaochun had no intention of letting go.

His fingers slipped through Feng Zhou's fingers very dexterously, and the palms of the two were firmly pressed together, and their fingers were entangled, as if they were destined to intertwine in the dark.

After ten seconds, Yu Shaochun let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and coughed lightly like a human being.

Feng Zhou gritted his teeth and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

There was a triumphant smile in Yu Shaochun's voice: "What's the matter with holding on? There was such a quarrel just now that you didn't even give me a hold?"

Tang Qian turned his head back quietly, not quite understanding what the two people's "holding" meant: "What's the situation?"

"No problem," Feng Zhou said pretentiously, "let's learn from you."

Feng Zhou unfolded the note, and saw that the blank space was filled with graffiti.

The graffiti villain bared his teeth, and his smile was naughty, bad and bright, just like someone carved out of a mold.

He was going to throw away the paper full of words, but after thinking about it for a long time, his mind was filled with the laughter of villains, and finally he carefully unfolded it, folded it carefully, and stuffed it into the pencil case In the innermost pouch.