The math teacher twisted his chubby body, paced in figure-eight steps, and slowly walked to Wang Yi and Cao Ming's desks, and the triangular ruler in his hand lightly tapped the desktop in front of Wang Yi: "You get up and talk about the idea of this problem." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Wang Yi's face turned pale in an instant.

Her reaction is not an exaggeration, this math teacher is well-known for his knife mouth and axe heart, whether it is a boy or a girl, as long as he catches the loophole, it is a training to split the head and cover the face, many students are thin-skinned, and they will be trained to tears if they can't last a few rounds.

Cao Ming couldn't bear it, so he had an idea, and stood up before Wang Yi moved, without giving the teacher a chance to refuse, and opened his mouth to behave.

"For this problem, make a guide line at right angles、、、、"

The math teacher frowned: "I didn't call you, it's you at the same table." ”

If it were an ordinary child, he would sit down awkwardly at this time, but Cao Ming's expression changed at this time, as if he was constipated with an empty cavity and nowhere to vent, and made a clear and unrewarded expression of ambition, and complained in a well-proportioned tone:

"Teacher, look, I'm standing up, just let me talk about it."

The math teacher was stunned, unprepared for this, staring at Cao Ming's eyes and not speaking.

The classmates on the side whispered, obviously not expecting that Cao Ming, who was usually the same as wood, would say such goosebumps.

A few sharp-eyed classmates at the front and back tables had already seen that they were tired, and knew that Cao Ming was "a hero saves beauty and stands out for women", and they squeezed each other's eyebrows.

The math teacher looked at it for a few seconds, and his tense face finally loosened, and he said meaningfully: "Don't take it as an example." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Yi, who was lowering his head and touching the corners of his clothes at a loss, and then returned to the topic: "Okay, then you can talk about it." ”

Cao Ming was confident, eloquent, his words were clear, and the problem was solved in a meticulous manner, an ordinary acute angle function problem was almost not derived into a special sharing meeting by him, but the math teacher nodded frequently, and never interrupted.

Cao Ming's time was very accurate, waiting for his sentence: "I actually have a lot of experience in this question, if you are interested, you can continue to discuss it with me after class." As soon as the end of the song fell, the bell rang happily.

Originally, the speaking time of several classmates was occupied by him alone, except for those students with individual ulterior motives, most of them were very grateful for this occupation, so that no more people would suffer, seeing Cao Ming's answer so beautiful and smooth, his eyes changed greatly, and he couldn't help but let out a burst of goodwill after remembering the bell.

The math teacher was now full of smiles, he was very surprised by Cao Ming's performance today, and kindly asked Cao Ming to sit down and clear his throat:

"What did I tell you before, mathematics, the most important thing is not the solution method, not the answer, but the logic! With logic, what kind of problems can't be solved?

Look at Cao Ming, which sentence is not a necessary process without logical support?

Today, after class, you will have a good time with Cao Ming, and this time you will not leave homework after class, and you will leave class. ”

The students erupted in cheers and focused their eyes on their heroes, some of whom scoffed at this.

After class, of course, those students would not really come to discuss with Cao Ming about anything like acute functions and logical thinking, but whenever other students came into contact with Cao Ming, Cao Ming had clearly sensed that their expressions had become much more cordial to him.

Between classes, Cao Ming took out the textbooks on the table one by one with great interest and flipped through them, looking at his previous immature handwriting, he felt a sense of nostalgia and gratitude in his heart.

This simplicity did not last long, and Wang Yi timidly pushed a white note in front of Cao Ming.

Obviously, this lesbian table was embarrassed to talk directly to Cao Ming, so she adopted this classical expression of flying pigeon biography: handing a small note.

Cao Ming sighed: It is really a pure era.

At this time, even at the same table, the communication between the opposite sex is very conservative, especially for a very introverted girl like Wang Yi.

Cao Ming quietly took the note and opened it, only to see three beautiful words written on it: "Thank you." ”

Cao Ming turned his head to Wang Yi and smiled: "Thank you, thank you, I can be regarded as making up for it."

If you really want to do it, I have to apologize to you, I guess I scared you by what I said before the last class. ”

Wang Yi wanted to nod very much, but he was a little unbearable when he thought of him standing up just now, and wanted to shake his head, but he was afraid that his tablemate would say such bold words in the future, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, Cao Ming took the initiative to divert the conversation and said, "Your handwriting is very beautiful." ”

Wang Yi finally showed a smile on his face.

Cao Ming blurted out: "Words are like people." ”

Wang Yi immediately stopped smiling and turned his face away.

Cao Ming really wanted to give himself a mouthful, and wondered in his heart: "When did you become flamboyant?" ”