The next day, Zhen Shuai came to the classroom early, but he never saw Qin Xiao's figure. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There was an incident just yesterday, and he was naturally embarrassed to ask his classmates about the beautiful student bully. Besides, last night's dream was so strange, he really saw Qin Xiao, and he didn't know what to say, so he gradually forgot about it.

At the end of the morning self-study, Teacher Wang, who taught mathematics, suddenly ran into the classroom in a hurry and called Zhen Shuai out.

Teacher Wang wants him to participate in the Olympiad, that is, the National High School Mathematics Competition, she has already registered for him, the preliminary competition in this city, the time is this Saturday, I hope he will prepare well.

When Zhen Shuai heard that it was such a big competition, he was immediately deflated, he promised his master that he would keep a low profile now.

Teacher Wang thought he was timid, so he persuaded him bitterly. After finding that the "cheering" had no effect, she had to adopt a radical method: "Isn't it just an exam, what are you afraid of? It's a big deal to come back with a duck egg exam like before." Anyway, the registration fee has already been paid, and there is no refund. If you don't take the exam, the results will be a duck's egg, and I will follow you again, and I will lose face again. ”

After speaking, Mr. Wang stuffed the admission ticket into his hand, twisted his buttocks, and walked away without looking back.

Zhang Sanfeng naturally watched the whole process in his eyes, although he knew that this woman was using the agitation method, but he couldn't help but lose his temper: "Good apprentice, low-key is low-key, we can't let people look down on it." The teacher has allowed you to take this exam, and as long as you do well, you are not allowed to smash the exam, and it is best to get me a full score back. ”

"Thank you, Master!" Zhen Shuai jumped up happily, almost colliding with the oncoming cleaner.

The cleaner obviously misunderstood, thinking that Zhen Shuai was thanking him for his hard work at school, tears welled up in his eyes, and he first replied with a trembling "Child, no thanks, the master should be", and then walked downstairs in high spirits, muttering in a low voice: "After working in this school for so long, I finally met a sensible child who knew to say thank you to us." ”

Nowadays, Zhen Shuai has everything in his mind that the teacher talks about in class, and it is more systematic and comprehensive, so he spends most of his class time practicing the internal skills taught by Zhang Sanfeng, and occasionally uses his pen to pretend. Fortunately, he sat in the back row, and most of the teachers also lost confidence in his waste material, but they were fine.

During lunch, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been idle all morning, suddenly discovered a new problem: the food in this canteen is not good, there is no color, flavor, and taste, and it cannot meet Zhen Shuai's skyrocketing nutritional needs at this stage.

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, watching Zhen Shuai sweep away the food that didn't look good, and there was not even a grain of rice left, and he began to feel distressed. He ran back to the underworld, found Judge Cui, and asked them to help solve Zhen Shuai's diet problem.

This problem is not difficult to solve.

Although there is no food to eat in the underworld, there are many ghosts who can cook good food, and the harmless "upper body" technology of humans and ghosts has already passed the official quality system certification of the prefecture. As long as the king of Hades has no opinion, he will give Zhen Shuai a full seat of the Manchu and Han Dynasty.

Unconsciously, Judge Cui's words were a little slow, and the little ghost who was waiting next to him hurriedly reminded him: "Lord Judge, in this place, the ban on not pretending to be forced has not been lifted, you always talk leisurely." ”

Zhang Sanfeng naturally doesn't need such a big show, he just needs to ensure that his disciples have three or four meals a day.

In view of Judge Cui's unreliable performance just now, Zhang Sanfeng personally presided over the ghost selection activity of "Chef to Yang", and finally determined three main and six preparations, and nine ghost chefs.

Since then, Zhen Shuai has not been in the canteen. This move is almost comparable to "from now on the king will not be early", one praise and one depreciation.

In order to keep a low profile, although the three meals were specially prepared, Zhen Shuai still had to hide in a place where no one was to pick them up and eat, for fear of being seen by the teachers and classmates he knew and causing unnecessary trouble.

Of course, such delicacies cannot be used to raise pigs. Under the supervision of Yan Shi Zhang Sanfeng, Zhen Shuai practiced almost all the time, and he was not even spared when he ate and slept and urinated.

Because the practice was too hard, Zhen Shuai almost missed Saturday's preliminary Olympiad. When he arrived twenty minutes late, he felt the lethality of his eyes for the first time when he saw Teacher Wang with a black line on his face at the entrance of the examination room.

Although Zhong Kui's brains are no longer a mess, after all, they are "foreign", and they are not as accustomed to using the original. After Zhen Shuai took the test paper, there were two completely different ideas for solving the problem in his mind, one was concise and convenient, the other was cumbersome and complicated, of course, the final result was the same.

Choice, fill-in-the-blank and true/false questions are easy to do, and he directly calls the result.

But this requires writing a step-by-step solution, and he can't write both methods.

In desperation, Zhen Shuai called up the source of the two methods from the information database of the brain. Only then did I find out that the first method came from college calculus, and the second method was the formulaic deduction of high school.

Zhen Shuai looked up at the "High School Math Competition" written on the blackboard in the classroom, and chose the latter without hesitation. At the same time, I was also secretly scolding in my heart, why do you have to change the packaging when you can solve the problems that can be solved with the most basic methods in college, and use it to fool us hard-working high school students, who are full of food?

In order to show his contempt for this kind of exam, Zhen Shuai wrote three kinds of problem-solving processes in the last answer question, using the knowledge of university, high school and even junior high school, and noted them. Then, once again, he handed in the paper in advance and walked away.

When she went out to see Teacher Wang again, Zhen Shuai, who was already in a good mood, made an OK gesture to her from afar, and finally swept away the black lines on her face, and ran towards him with a smile.

"How's that, is the question difficult?"

"It's okay", Zhen Shuai remembered the master's entrustment, and didn't dare to be arrogant, "The question is a bit winding, but I have answered it all, you can rest assured, we will not pay this registration fee in vain." ”

"Silly boy, who cares about the registration fee", Teacher Wang was a little embarrassed, stretched out his hand and slapped him gently, "We as teachers treat you as our own children, as long as you can have a chance, you can do anything!"

"Thank you, Teacher Wang!" Zhen Shuai felt the beauty of being an "excellent disciple" for the first time, and tears of emotion fell like not wanting money. The parents and teachers around them, infected by the two of them, also kept crying, and in the blink of an eye, they cried, but the police who maintained order were startled, thinking that something was wrong.

Zhang Sanfeng couldn't stand their sourness, but became addicted to alcohol, so he wanted to go around the neighborhood. So, he asked Zhen Shuai to go back to school with Teacher Wang for a while, and told him not to go out to "cause trouble", and then slipped away.

After returning to school, Zhen Shuai went directly to the playground for eight laps, and after seeing that there was no one nearby, he deliberately ran to the front of the sand pit and made a quick long jump. At the moment when his body was in the air, Zhen Shuai intentionally or unintentionally used the Wudang faction's "Tiyun Zong".

Although his current internal strength is not enough, the "improved" body can already support the original elegant body style, so he did a few consecutive kicks in the air before falling into the sand pit.

It's a pity that the master doesn't let him show off, otherwise, even with his current grades, it is enough to be the king and dominate the school.

Zhen Shuai sighed softly, turned around and was about to leave, but heard someone shouting not far behind him: "That classmate, which class, come here!"

Isn't it? There's a person, a teacher, hidden around here?

Zhen Shuai broke out in a cold sweat, lowered his head, and ran quickly towards the outside of the playground.