After the interpenetration, I forced the emperor to become a scholar

When school was over at noon, Chi Ying put on his hat, put on his bronze mirror and mobile phone, and avoided the classmates who came to him, and bought some sausage fried rice on the way to take home.

He took off his school uniform jacket, threw the lunch box on the table, turned on the computer, and after a few minutes of scrambling on the WeChat interface, a math paper appeared on the screen, with a few bold and bold words conspicuously written on the top of the photo: Fight The basic training volume five of the college entrance examination stage.

This is a senior year question.

Chi Ying didn't show any surprise at all. He stared at the questions and hurriedly finished his meal, then started to do the questions on the paper. After less than an hour, he took a photo of a single set of answers and sent him the paper. people.

The handwriting is neat and clear, so correct that it is almost rigid.

Not long after, WeChat rang twice.

[The wind is also very gentle: so fast? ! 】

[Response: Hurry up for class. 】

The person on the other side of the screen must have been stupid. It took half a day to send the QR code for the late payment, before they received the 30 yuan payment information.

This is his part-time job - ghostwriting homework.

Although the Internet is developed nowadays, ordinary copying and pasting and unpretentious photo search can solve the needs of students to fool their homework, but for the school's "self-produced question papers", this is simply a nightmare existence.

I couldn't find it after checking, and I couldn't write it, so Chi Ying became a ghostwriter for saving the world.

Probably because the efficiency is too vigorous, the person over there seems to be a little hesitant.

[The wind is also very gentle: Is this answer reliable? 】

Chi Ying leaned on the back of the chair and tapped the keyboard with one hand. The rhythm of the green axis was crisp and well-proportioned, but the typed characters were quite indifferent.

【Response: Don’t worry, just do it again. 】

[The wind is also very gentle: ... then forget it. 】

It was almost [-]:[-] now, and I had to go to class again after lying down for more than ten minutes. Chi Ying lay down on the table to take a nap, and sorted out the knowledge points in his mind by the way.

He has never been a teacher, and has no experience in teaching and educating people, so he can only prepare in advance.

The class in the afternoon is endlessly sleeping and playing with mobile phones. Because the teachers of other classes have heard about this morning’s accident more or less, their attention is divided a bit. With a lazy appearance of eating and waiting to die, the teacher in charge couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the rumors.

This person who is lying on his stomach and playing with his mobile phone in class is really the one who can make a more perfect solution than the standard answer... the finale question?

Chi Ying has never looked up and paid no attention to the teacher's beard and stare. Now he is only concentrating on sorting out some basic knowledge of mathematics, saving it in a word document, so that he can teach it to Shen Wang in the evening.

He did his best, and the rest was up to fate.

In the evening, after school and dinner, Chi Ying copied the knowledge points sorted out in his mobile phone on a piece of paper, facing them with a bronze mirror, and passed the picture to Shen Wang.

Shen Wang stared at the bronze mirror for a long time, he couldn't count how many sins and cos there were, and asked tentatively, "This...is it called English?"

Chi Ying said indifferently: "This is mathematics."

"..."

Shen Zhuang laughed dryly, stretched out his hand and lit a candle, on the table was a blank book, he put the copper mirror in front of him, and then dipped a brush with ink to write the content written by Chi Ying on the book.

Halfway through, Shen Wang forced a smile on his face and said in a low voice, "Let's change the class."

Shen Wang, who was so defiant and fearless, even dared to take the position of prince directly on himself, had the thought "he can't do it" for the first time.

"What about history? It should be about the past dynasties? It stands to reason that I should learn it easier."

Chi Ying was reading today's homework, and sneered: "Really? In ancient times, it was often said that a man promises a thousand gold, and His Majesty sometimes breaks his promise?"

Shen Wang was choked, and Chi Ying went on to make up the knife: "Furthermore, modern times are history for us, but for you, it is the future."

"..."

"Or do you want to study materialism as a compulsory course in politics?"

"Stay... that's fine." Shen Wang said in a muffled voice, "Let's just do math."

Shen Wang managed to finish copying the knowledge points of this monthly exam, and he didn't let it out, Chi Ying stuffed another piece of paper opposite the bronze mirror, this time it was printed.

"This is the basic knowledge of geometry in junior high school. Most of them are formulas. You memorize them first, and I will teach you the rest."

"..."

So in the past few days, His Majesty seems to have been sluggish, yawning constantly in the early morning, as if he wanted to throw the memorial back to sleep, as if he didn't snatch his throne, but someone pointed a knife at him Forced him to ascend the throne.

The ministers thought over and over again, and after several rounds of bold discussions in secret, they couldn't come up with a reason.

For more than half a month, His Majesty has almost never left home, only coming out to take a breath when going to court, and the rest of the time he is bored in the palace and doesn't know what he is doing.If His Majesty hadn't changed the officials of the court more frequently recently, and called people to the palace from time to time, otherwise, there would definitely be people who suspected that His Majesty Jin Wujiao had hidden some peerless beauty.

In the past, after the emperor came to the throne, he had to carry out all kinds of messy activities, either to consolidate the imperial power, or to appreciate the country, but His Majesty seemed to have stepped on a poisonous nail when he ascended the throne, and every step he took would lose a year of life.

In order to facilitate the discussion, Shen Wang temporarily allowed the officials to come directly to the door in case of emergency, so within two or three days, there were new rumors in the palace.

It is said that His Majesty is bewitched.

"Does Your Majesty go to bed very late recently? I haven't slept well in the past few days. When I wake up at night, I can always see His Majesty's bedroom is brightly lit. What is Your Majesty busy with?"

"Let me tell you, when I was looking for His Majesty last night, I heard His Majesty talking to someone from outside the window, but when I entered the room, there was no one around His Majesty!"

"Is it a bronze mirror! I saw it by accident! His Majesty seems to be talking to a mirror! So His Majesty has been depressed recently, has he been taken away by the person in the mirror!"

"Hiss, you read it wrong... how could it be so evil?"

As soon as the messy rumors came out, Shen Wang seemed to have become extraordinarily mysterious and deep. In addition, he had been late in possessing himself before, and the two had different personalities. Suddenly, there was a gap, so some people thought that Your Majesty is bewitched.

The one with the most complicated mood was Xuanhe.

Recently the court was in chaos, Shen Wang was tossing about a big change of officials, there were many people whose interests were at risk, and there were a lot of people coming to the bedroom, for His Majesty's safety, Xuanhe has been guarding outside the bedroom these days.

Naturally, he saw that His Majesty was sleeping very late recently, and he was indeed murmuring and didn't know who he was talking to.

As a guard, he didn't dare to say much, besides, His Majesty just slept late, and occasionally talked to himself, probably because he was too tired from government affairs, and this alone could not be called evil.

however……

On this day, Xuanhe stayed outside the door as usual, feeling sleepy, so after handing over shifts with others, he leaned against the stone steps with his sword in his arms to take a nap for a while, before he slept for a long time, he heard some movement in the bedroom .

And it's not a small movement.

It was His Majesty's voice.

Xuanhe woke up immediately, thinking that His Majesty had been in an accident again, and hurriedly raised his sword and led people in. As soon as he pushed the door aggressively, he saw His Majesty sitting slumped at the table, holding a book in his hand, and the bronze mirror on the frame. In front of him, on the table were all kinds of papers filled with messy characters, some of which were scattered on the ground, stepped on a few times, and it was a mess.

His Majesty himself also looked quite irritable, as if he was going to eat this book in the next moment.

The lingering sound of the roar just now is still lingering around the beam, as if it can reverberate for several days without end.

Yue Mo made a lot of noise, and someone close to him heard it, and accidentally said it out, so he spread it to ten, ten to a hundred, and in the end, almost all the ministers knew about this weird thing——

On a dark and windy night, His Majesty lit a candle, facing a bunch of strange characters, looking up to the sky and screaming.

"Damn, why is math so difficult!"