The sound of the door closing sounded, and Jiang Lianyan patted the seat next to him, "Come here,"

Zhou Moruo looked at him with his schoolbag on his back, "Please get up from my seat,"

Jiang Lianyan hugged his arms and glanced at her up and down, "Do you know how many people in the entire department are looking forward to me giving them make-up lessons?" ”

Zhou Moruo sneered coldly, "I don't know about this, but I'm sure that I am not included in those many people,"

Hard no, Jiang Lianyan changed his roundabout tactics, "Can you tell me how you became self-taught?" ”

Zhou Moruo glanced at him, "Are you praising me?" ”

Jiang Lianyan nodded, "Yes," he said seriously, "If it's really like Tang Qiao said, then you are indeed a genius,"

Zhou Moruo has always eaten soft rather than hard, but her face was relieved when she heard the words, she put down her schoolbag, sat down and said, "So you want to ask me how to be self-taught?" ”

Jiang Lianyan smiled, "Yes,"

Even though she saw his hypocrisy, Zhou Moruo couldn't help but feel a little proud, she unzipped her schoolbag, spread out the neatly folded test papers, and clicked a big question with her fingers, "Look, this is what I did by self-taught,"

Jiang Lianyan finally got his wish and saw the test paper, he pulled the test paper and looked at it, "You are using the stupidest method,"

Zhou Moruo looked at him silently,

Jiang Lianyan realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately remedied it calmly, "Of course, this is the method in the textbook, but if you have listened to the teacher's explanation, you will know that if you draw an auxiliary line in this place......"

Zhou Moruo frowned when he heard this, "Where to draw the auxiliary line,"

Jiang Lianyan looked at the test paper and stretched out his hand to her, "Bring the pen,"

Zhou Moruo took out a pen from his schoolbag and handed it to him, Jiang Lianyan drew a line on the test paper, "Do you see that it is connected like this, what kind of figure is this below?" ”

Zhou Moruo, "Trapezoidal? ”

Jiang Lianyan nodded, "That's right, then let's use the formula I just said to calculate it now,"

Zhou Moruo picked up the pen and began to calculate, "If it is split into two trapezoids, it is ......"

She scribbled down the calculation formula on a piece of paper and pushed it to him, "Isn't that so?" ”

Zhou Moruo's handwriting is clean and atmospheric, and the strokes drawn out by the pen are very sharp, which looks very pleasing to the eye, Jiang Lianyan commented, "The handwriting is good,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at his dog-like font, he really couldn't say a word, you wrote well,

Jiang Lianyan finished reading the steps she wrote, and circled it with a pen, "This step can be omitted,"

Zhou Moruo leaned over, "Why?" ”

"Look," Jiang Lianyan picked up the pen and was about to write, and felt that his words were indeed not worthy of being written with Zhou Moruo's, so he subconsciously grabbed a ball of paper next to him, and said while opening it, "Because you have already written the reason in the previous step, so this step only needs to be ......."

He picked up the pen and was about to write, when he suddenly paused,

Zhou Moruo was listening to him very carefully, and then he saw the paper ball he spread out,

Although the paper ball was crumpled very badly, it could still write something on it, because it was full of repetitive words.

Jiang Lianyan looked at the paper full of his name and fell silent,

Zhou Moruo pursed her lips, and the hands on her legs tightened inch by inch,

After a while, Jiang Lianyan looked at her sideways, "Zhou Moruo, I think we need to have a good talk,"

Zhou Moruo's heart suddenly jumped to her throat, and she tried to restrain herself and said, "No...... Nothing to talk about,"

"When I was young, I didn't do well in the exam," Jiang Lianyan looked at the paper and said, "My mother took a feather duster and whipped me, I couldn't resist, every time I was beaten by her, I would lock myself in the room, and then write her name on the paper, and scold her in my heart when I wrote it,"

"So," he looked up, "do you hate me so much?" ”