The results of the monthly exam in the second month came down, and Wheat was a little apprehensive. Nervously sweating palms, even during the high school entrance examination, I have never been so nervous.

"Hey, wheat, is your head a robot's head" The physics class representative held a dense test paper, the test paper was a little dizzying, but a big red "100 points" was particularly conspicuous.

"Wow, really, it's a miracle that I can score 100 points on the high school physics test paper."

"yes, I just scored 60 points, oh my god take me away!"

"Is your head a human head?" Xia Youyou came over and touched Wheat's head, pretending to do a careful examination.

……

"Wheat, you also have 100 points in math?

Everyone knows that Mr. Situ himself is a pervert, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the difficulty of his usual questions is about the same as that of the Olympiad. An elite like the representative of the math class who excelled was also just over 80 points.

If a score of 100 in physics is just a bomb, then a score of 100 in mathematics is definitely an atomic bomb, and this feat of wheat quickly spread to every corner of Jingping High School, and everyone looked at her as if they were looking at a person from an alien planet.

Finally, she could raise her little face and look at Situ Shaoqing a little proudly. As if to say, "Look, I don't take notes and I still take 100, I don't copy theorems and I still take 100". The gaze was full of provocation.

She didn't see the smile hidden in Situ Shaoqing's eyes.

But when she saw Situ Shaoqing, she would still stay away, maybe Situ Shaoqing's sternness scared her, maybe for wheat, Situ Shaoqing was the opposite of freedom, as long as she approached him, she would stay away from freedom.

Situ Shaoqing saw it from afar and sighed helplessly.

Everyone's math homework book will be divided into columns, the left column will be filled with homework, and the right column will be corrected by the teacher. Previously, the right column of Mai's homework book was blank because she rarely made mistakes. But this time there was no space in the column to her right, and it was written vigorously and forcefully with a pen:

What a stubborn girl!

Then there was a math problem, which was difficult, and Wheat thought with a frown.

It took her three days to figure out the answer.

By the time she figured out the answer, all the homework books in the class had already been handed in, and the math class representative was reluctant to run for her alone. So she took her homework book to the math office. The office door was open, the office was spacious and clean, but the whole office was smoky. The little old man sitting at the desk was smoking a cigarette, his brow furrowed as if he was thinking about a world-class problem.

Wheat knocked on the door, and several teachers looked up at the door at the same time. "Teacher Situ, your senior apprentice is here" A slightly chubby female teacher joked with Teacher Sima.

Situ Shaoqing raised his head from a pile of homework books, probably inhaling second-hand smoke, and his face was red since he coughed.

"Come in," he said, with a chill in his tone.

"Teacher, I'm late for my homework"

"It's okay, you can hand in your math homework yourself in the future" Situ Shaoqing lowered his head again and began to correct the homework.

"Huh?" Wheat didn't quite understand what he meant.

"When will you solve the problem I gave you, and hand it in yourself" Situ Shaoqing did not look up.

"Oh" wheat actually doesn't want to hand in the homework by himself, but the identity of the teacher and the student decides, and the teacher's orders are better for the students to obey. Wheat departed in a daze.

Situ Shaoqing raised his head and looked at Wheat's weak back, the setting sun cast a halo of light behind her, and the hazy and hazy seemed extremely unreal. He concentrated on adjusting the surging inside of him, so that the expression on his face went blank.

So for a long time, he wrote down difficult questions in her homework book, and she racked her brains to write down her answers. Problem solving became the only way for her to communicate with him.

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The Chinese teacher began to be unhappy, Mai spent too much time in math class to practice her words, but her words were so ugly. One day the Chinese teacher angrily called the wheat to the corridor,

"Look at the calligraphy homework that you handed in, it's full of the national anthem," the Chinese teacher's face was full of anger.

Wheat took over her 'homework', because she didn't have time to practice calligraphy because she was thinking about math problems every day, so she had to write and sing while singing the national anthem in the morning. I know that I am in a loss, and I am busy with a smiling face.

"I let you practice calligraphy for your own good, your writing itself is very good, but you can't use the words, and it is likely that you will be deducted points because of poor fonts in the college entrance examination. Are you good, write a few words hastily every day, and ask for food?" The more the Chinese teacher spoke, the more indignant and angry he became. That voice is really deafening, and the whole grade doesn't know that she writes ugly and is lazy.

Wheat felt a little embarrassed, and seeing the injured appearance of the Chinese teacher, Wheat still decided to practice a good hand.

However, Mai found that practicing words was much more difficult than solving math problems, and it didn't get better after practice. I was so upset that I would write a ball of paper. Lying on the table weakly, only gasping for breath.

"Give," Xia Youyou smiled and handed her a piece of paper full of beautiful letters.

The wheat lit up, "Where did you come from? The handwriting is so beautiful!"

"I'll ask a friend to write it for you, you just need to copy it" Xia Youyou looked very righteous.

"You're really my savior," Wheat happily got carried away.

Later, Xia Youyou would bring her a notebook written by someone else every day.

Although Mai's handwriting is still a little ugly, the progress is still very fast, at least the Chinese teacher will no longer trouble her.

Wheat is so grateful to Qu Youyou's friend, once almost said something like a treat, but fortunately she didn't say it, for her to invite a guest at least half a month's living expenses, how can she have the courage, fortunately, Xia Youyou's friend is a living Lei Feng, who has always helped her silently, but has never asked for anything.

Wheat gradually found that Xia Youyou's friend still has some talent, at first his calligraphy was just some text paragraphs, then it was the poetry of celebrities, and then it was the poetry that Wheat had never read, and she thought it was extremely beautiful.

Night Wandering

Hollow valley orchid

Drunk and lying in the waning moon

Wandering and worrying

I am afraid that my face is like frost

……

If she had been willing to look it up on the Internet or ask a knowledgeable Chinese teacher, she would have known that he had written these poems for her. But she didn't, she was willing to believe that the people who helped her write the calligraphy learned eight buckets and learned five cars. She preferred to believe that it just so happened that he liked poetry very much, and she always avoided it with wishful thinking, and she never even asked who the person who had been helping her was. She didn't know what she was afraid of!