Zhang Wenlu lectured to them for five minutes without repeating the same thing, and finally stopped, picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of tea, and did not forget to look at them with disgust: "Okay, young masters and young ladies, sit down." ”

Su Xiaomi sighed silently, thinking that she would be punished for standing for half a class.

However, Lao Zhang should have let them go so easily for the sake of the class leader's face.

After all, Lu Chen was one of his protégés.

Zhang Wenlu has three proud protégés, in addition to Lu Chen and Gu Mian, who are the first and second in the grade, and one is the mathematical genius sitting in the penultimate row, Yu Wenshan.

"Gu Mian, come up and write down the process of solving this fill-in-the-blank question." Zhang Wenlu said.

Gu Mian put down the pen in his hand and walked to the podium, because he had written it for Lu Chen, he was very familiar with the problem-solving process, and wrote it down without thinking.

Zhang Wenlu watched her write from the side, and seeing that she was so familiar, he finally found some comfort.

He pinched up a piece of chalk and circled one of the steps written by Gu Mian: "It's this formula, I spent half a class to deduce it step by step, and you didn't even write it down, let me say what?" ”

The voice landed, and a lazy voice sounded behind him: "Teacher, this question can be calculated without this formula." ”

Zhang Wenlu: "......"

The whole class didn't have to look back to know that it was Yu Wenshan, the contractor with a perfect score in mathematics, who spoke.

Although Lu Chen often ranks first in his grade, if he only talks about mathematics, even he has to make way for Yu Wenshan. After all, that one full score in the math test was as simple as eating, and from time to time Zhang Wenlu was speechless.

The reason why this big guy didn't rank in the top few of the grade list is because his Chinese and English are so bad, especially English.

In the words of the English teacher, throwing the answer sheet on the ground and stepping on it a few times will be higher than his score.

Once, Yu Wenshan's English score hit a record low, and the English teacher said bitterly: "Yu Wenshan, do you have any opinions about me?" ”

All in all, Yu Wenshan is a treasure in the eyes of a math teacher and a grass in the eyes of an English teacher.

At this time, the big guy stumped Zhang Wenlu again.

The teachers in the math office discussed the fill-in-the-blank problem together, but no second solution has been worked out so far. How can I listen to him, there is another way to solve it?

Yu Wenshan supported his head with one hand and turned the pen with the other.

The pen seemed to be glued to his fingers, and no matter how much he turned it, it couldn't fall off, and it was dazzling to look at. This is the usual state of the big guy when he thinks about problems, and many boys in the class have learned to turn the pen with him, but no one is better than him.

"Shall I try?" Yu Wenshan said modestly.

Zhang Wenlu doesn't know his temperament yet, and when he says this, he is confident in his heart. Just as he wanted to know what else could be done to solve this problem, he raised his chin and said, "Come up." ”

When the class turned around, they saw a thin and tall boy walking up to the podium and writing down another method of solving the problem with the chalk that Gu Mian had just placed on the lectern.

The process of his writing is obviously much more complicated than what Gu Mian wrote, but Gu Mian used the formula derived by the teacher, and it is normal to be simpler. If you want to include the derivation process of the formula, it is difficult to say.

It can be seen that Yu Wenshan is completely in his own way to calculate step by step.

Su Xiaomi yawned with her cheeks in both hands, her eyelids drooped listlessly, and forgave her for not being able to understand it since the third step of the great god's writing, so she simply gave up struggling.

Love is what it is, anyway, the next time she encounters the same problem, she still won't do it.

Gu Mian looked at it seriously, and while comparing the steps of Yu Wenshan's solution on the blackboard, he calculated in his notebook, his brows furrowed slightly, and his mind was highly concentrated.

The same goes for Lu Chen at the back table of her.

After a while, Yu Wenshan finished writing, threw the chalk head into the paper box, patted the hand stained with chalk ash, walked off the podium and returned to his seat, and began to turn the pen again.

Zhang Wenlu looked at the method he wrote, and the final answer was correct, and then he went back to look at the steps one by one, and he couldn't find a trace of error.

There really is a second way to solve the problem!

Yu Wenshan successfully refreshed Zhang Wenlu's cognition, but he waved his sleeves, hid his merit and fame, bowed his head and continued to write other volumes, not planning to waste time listening to the teacher's lectures.

"Your uncle will always be your uncle!" It's already out of class, Su Xiaomi talked about the scene in class just now, "Didn't you see Lao Zhang's eyes, my admiration for Brother Shan was about to overflow, almost making me think that Brother Shan was his teacher." ”

The classmates all called Yu Wenshan "Brother Shan", and every time he took the mathematics and science comprehensive exams, everyone came to his seat to bow down and said reverently, "Brother Xinshan, you will have eternal life".

Su Xiaomi's words are not exaggerating at all.

When Yu Wenshan finished writing the question, Zhang Wenlu's eyes followed him, watched him return to his seat, and it took a while to come back to his senses, and then discuss Yu Wenshan's solution with everyone.

Probably because of the sympathy between the heroes, Lu Chen opened his mouth when he heard this, and his voice was full of approval: "He is indeed very powerful." ”

When Gu Mian came back from going to the toilet, Su Xiaomi immediately grabbed her hand and asked her a question: "How do you do this multiple-choice question?" Lao Zhang didn't make it clear at all, you can tell me about it again. ”

Gu Mian took out a tissue and wiped the water droplets on his hands, looking at the question.

While she was reading the question, Su Xiaomi peeled a piece of candy and put it in her mouth.

"I'm too lazy to complain about Lao Zhang, who can understand it when he speaks so fast? Let me imitate with you how Lao Zhang talks about this multiple-choice question. She cleared her throat and dragged her tone, "Option A is not right at first glance, option B is obviously impossible, option C is simply wrong, then you can only choose D." Okay, let's move on to the next question. ”

Su Xiaomi spread her hands and said incredulously: "Exce ??? You tell me, why is option A wrong? Why didn't I see anything wrong? ”

Gu Mian laughed out loud, and the classmates in the front and back rows also laughed.

Tang Xin turned his head and said: "Su Xiaomi, you are the devil, you learn too much like Lao Zhang!" ”

"It's like this every time, when you encounter a simple question, you say it's a score question." Su Xiaomi said, "Since it's a question to be sent, why don't you send it to me?" What else do you want me to count? ”

"Still listening?" Gu Mian pushed her arm and asked her to restrain a little, in case the head teacher suddenly came in at this time, it would be over.

"Listen, you speak."

As soon as he finished talking about this question, Zhang Wenlu came in, and by the way, announced that the teachers would hold a meeting for this monthly exam in the evening, so that they could consciously do the questions in the class.

They are all used to it, since entering the third year of high school, the students' homework burden has increased, and the burden on the shoulders of the teachers of each subject is not light, and there are large and small meetings every week. At the end of each big exam, there is a meeting to study it so that you can make a new revision plan.

In the first evening of self-study, the classroom was quiet, everyone was immersed in writing questions, and the sound of books in the liberal arts class opposite them was wandering in the sea of questions, and they were not affected at all.

Suddenly, a girl shouted: "Ji Lingchuan actually has a new movie to be released?!" When did he make the movie, how do I not know? ”

......

The set ended at six o'clock, and it was rare that there was no night scene, Ji Lingchuan was lying on the big bed in the hotel playing games.

On the mobile phone screen is the familiar Honor of Kings interface, and the room is filled with the passionate fighting sound in the game, accompanied by an impatient male voice: "Auxiliary!" Auxiliary! Brother Chuan, if you don't come to protect me, where have you been! Ah, this shooter can't hold it anymore, Ah Chuan, are you hanging up? Are you hanging up? Lao Tzu wasted his meal time playing games with you, and you didn't know how to cherish it at all! ”

Ji Lingchuan frowned and plucked his ears: "Lu Jingyang, why do you talk so much about a big man?" ”

Another voice followed suit, with a smile: "I recommend you to watch the variety show he recorded last time, he has more words than the host." ”

Lu Jingyang said dissatisfiedly: "Fu Xiao, shut up, your Yang Jian played miserably in the last game, and you are embarrassed to say that if it weren't for the screen, I would have beaten you a long time ago." ”

Next, a daily bickering drama between Lu Jingyang and Fu Xiao was staged.

The two don't give in to each other, and they both think that the other party is the best.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng hurried in with his mobile phone, and when he saw Ji Lingchuan playing a game, he gestured to indicate that he had something important to say.

Ji Lingchuan guessed that something big had happened as soon as he saw his expression, and said to the person on the other side of the phone: "It's a bit urgent, I'm really going to hang up now." ”

Lu Jingyang stopped arguing with Fu Xiao and threatened: "Ji Lingchuan, you dare!" ”

Anyway, it wasn't a qualifying match, and there was no loss in hanging up, Ji Lingchuan didn't talk nonsense with him, and he withdrew when he said withdraw.

"What's the matter?" He looked up at Zhao Cheng.

"Did you make a movie before signing a contract with the company, called "Peerless Elegance"?"

Ji Lingchuan thought about it and said truthfully: "I filmed, I filmed it in my junior year, and I didn't have many scenes in it." Sister Qingwan also knew that I mentioned this matter to her before signing the contract. ”

"That's right." Zhao Cheng's expression was very serious, "The official Weibo of "Peerless Elegance" just released a set Weibo, which will be officially released in major theaters next Friday, and they want you to cooperate with the promotion. ”

As Ji Lingchuan said, his role in this movie is not heavy, it is equivalent to a soy sauce role. The movie made two years ago has not been released until now, and there has been no publicity in the early stage, which shows that the quality of the movie is average.

The other party chose to release it at this juncture, and invited Ji Lingchuan to promote it, just to see that he is now popular and wants to borrow a wave of east wind to make money.

The final box office results of the movie are all counted on the leading actors, and Ji Lingchuan will not get any benefits, but will waste time and energy.

To put it bluntly, it's thankless.

After thinking for a moment, Ji Lingchuan asked softly, "What did you say over there?" Do you have to go? ”

He is now filming in the crew, and there are still a bunch of announcements waiting for him in the back, so he really can't spare time.

If you have to go, you have to coordinate with the director to ask for leave, which will definitely affect the filming schedule.

Zhao Cheng snorted: "Brother Chuan, do you want to reposition yourself?" You are really red now, of course the other party doesn't dare to come hard, begging you to go. ”

"Shall I go, then?" Ji Lingchuan asked.

"This ...... I can't make up my mind. "He's just an assistant, responsible for taking care of the artist's food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he can't make decisions about his work," or I'll call and ask Sister Qingwan to hear what she has to say. ”

"No need to fight, I'm coming."

The door was pushed open, and the sound of high heels hitting the floor made a crisp sound.

The voice came from far and near, and walked in front of Ji Lingchuan.