It was the first class meeting class that had become serious since the beginning of the school year.

Teacher Yuwen exuded a calm aura all over his body, which made me a little overwhelmed. Some of the students who were still in the dark wanted to joke as before, but were also banned by the white light reflected by the teacher's silent glasses.

The silence that enveloped the whole class also made me a little confused.

But instead of questioning the class as I had guessed, the teacher simply announced that there was something bad going on in the class.

What is this?

"Got a clue?"

Li Xinmu asked me quietly, and I gave a positive answer, I did have a clue, but it was still almost something.

Chen Banwu's appearance is very normal, just like the kind of innocent people who are at a loss under the seriousness of the teacher. Lying on the table covering half of his face, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and his eyes wandering.

But this is by no means a sign of innocence, but a deliberate cover-up.

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"Probably just one person, or at most two people."

When discussing with Li Xinmu, I did not reveal the name Chen Banwu, but briefly talked about my latest guess.

The quality of teaching quality of mathematics teachers is really not good, which Li Xinmu and I both see and empathize with and understand very well. But with this, it's still too incredible to make such a big fuss, so it excludes the possibility of targeting the teacher personally, and at most it should be piggybacking on such a little emotion. And to a large extent, I had to choose such a teacher, probably because it was too limited to find a clear target to vent to, and I had to find the most unpopular person.

After all, persimmons have to be pinched softly.

As for me, motivation is also vague, and in my opinion, it is just an impulse caused by the student's emotions being too hot and not realizing what they are doing for a while.

But what is the purpose of designing a scam full of names on a piece of paper?

Is this kind of thing completely clear as long as you ask? What is the point of the existence of a fragile lie like this? It's hard for me to understand this, but it also makes me pay more attention to the "student sentiment theory", because only then will the things that I don't understand will be done by students who don't understand the same reason.

Rational behavior is still a little far away for them.

This is what I insisted on at noon in the class meeting, and on the first day the news arrived, and on the third day the class announced that there was no math teacher's class in it, and it was a coincidence that I had not met the thin old man.

"It's only one class for us."

Li Xinmu took a bite of the cake she had just gotten in her hand with a bored tone, cough, should it be called Napoleon, is it more accurate.

I've always been very uncomfortable, and I'm super embarrassed to be with such a little rich woman. Is that why girls have such a sweet tooth? And is it true that eating this high-calorie food every day won't make you fat? Starting from Hu Die's elbows, then the neck, waist, thighs, calves, and finally slowly gaining weight. However, I still couldn't imagine Li Xinmu's fat appearance, just like the water flies in the water never know the reason why their companions are flying less and less, just because they have all turned into dragonflies and can no longer tell themselves in the water, I saw the cake full of lipids and sugars disappear under Li Xinmu's pink little mouth.

And eating such a piece of cake every day, although it is not an unbearable burden for me, I still can't bear to follow Li Xinmu to pull the silver out of my wallet, and the result is that Li Xinmu is eating a piece of cake and I use this cake as a condiment to pave my way to the classroom.

"Well, this is also very strange, although it is a school that lacks teachers, but only responsible for our class This kind of work assignment can not be borne at all, and it is said that what kind of teacher is very old, or what is the leader of the mathematics group, and there are countless people." I quipped, "Maybe it's the last century." ”

After saying this, I found an angle that I didn't care about from the beginning, an angle that I denied first.

"That's right, if there's only one class, it's a lot of work."

Li Xinmu pinched his chin on the side and said quietly.

There was no math class from Tuesday to Wednesday, so I could only see the math teacher on Thursday, and although I hadn't thought of so much before, now I suddenly have a new direction.

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The second subject on Thursday morning was math, and the math teacher who pushed the door in made me feel a little different.

The first thing he said made me feel that something was wrong.

"Dr. Liumei, whose academic papers have been published in the domestic academic authoritative journal "Science in China", was sent here to give lectures, why is this?"

Li Xinmu asked a puzzled question behind him.

I can't explain this, and I don't think I can ask the teacher.

But the teacher worked a lot harder today than before, and I could see it at a glance. In his boring lecture time, he was as serious as ever, and that devotion to mathematics and almost stubborn ethics made him look like a man who used his body as a paintbrush, trying to paint the book of heaven on the blackboard as his body moved.

Well, yes.

The eyes that could not be ignored, not allowed to be slandered, and who did not accept refutations were indeed incomprehensible, and these eyes converged from under the podium into a wave of ignorance towards the teacher on the podium, which made his face suffocate a little red.

This is an old man who protects mathematics more than he protects himself, and with such a belief, he chooses a different way, a way that I never thought would be, and never thought it would be. All the while, though not so long, I also realized one thing, this backward old man is not and continues to teach, his way is strange and difficult to change, his faith is firm and stubborn. I never imagined that such an emaciated old man would play with his classmates in class, regardless of his own life.

What he said was simple and funny, full of the smell of temporary cramming, slurred speech, vague words, and the Weibo hot search for the incident that was still a few days ago so I don't know the final result.

There is also the notice that is obviously the major elderly people who have been impregnated from WeChat articles.

But I seem to be able to see from his trembling and disobedient words everywhere that he never paid attention to before the promotion of the official account in addition to preparing for class, as well as the corners and corners of the news that he asked his children and even grandchildren, maybe he also knew that those things that were reported in the news network for several days in a row were not really suitable for enlivening the atmosphere in the classroom.

Although it was not done well, or even very poorly, it was so bad that there had already begun to appear sparse and perhaps uncontrollable sneering laughter in the class that had changed its tone after covering up.

What a lovely teacher, I even felt a little desolate after the class.