When it was time for math class, it was natural to conduct a placement test, and Jiao Ming clarified the similarities and differences between fast and slow classes in order to avoid fraud in order to achieve true results: the same content, different explanation speeds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After everyone pondered for a while, Blackstone asked, "In this way, the slow class is more detailed?"

"That's right, the purpose of the class is just to not waste the time of those who are good at math, and it may not be beneficial if you plagiarize and be assigned to the fast class. Jiao Ming said it so clearly, but he didn't want to waste everyone's time, and then asked Lilmoller to copy the test questions on the blackboard, so that everyone could write the answers on a slip of paper and hand them in.

At the beginning of the exam, Jiao Ming didn't bother to supervise the hall at all, just sat by the window and basked in the sun leisurely, and soon Lilmeler and Blackstone, who had the best math scores, handed in their papers one after another. Jiao Ming smiled evilly, looking at the two little guys who were parting with each other: "Let's exchange it and correct it for each other." ”

The two quickly checked the correct answer, and unfortunately, Blackstone was defeated again.

Next, everyone handed in the papers one after another, and Jiao Ming, under the slightest sense of guilt for employing child labor, inhumanely threw the marking work to the little guys who handed in the papers first. Then when there were still half of the people left, Jiao Ming directly patted the blackboard to interrupt the exam: The rest will go directly to the slow class.

A few dumb melons led by Flashing Scales obviously didn't expect Jiao Ming's hand, raised their heads and stared wide-eyed, it was a stunned expression of hope being suddenly extinguished.

The next thing is lecture time, first it took about half an hour to send those people in the fast class, and then the same content was grinding with the students in the slow class until lunchtime, and there were still strange questions being asked, which made Jiao Ming a head and two big.

At lunch, the scales flashed like frosted eggplants, wilting into a ball of pickles, but when he looked at Jiao Ming, his eyes flashed with a cold light. Jiao Ming thought that the matter of the horse dung ball had been exposed, and then he learned from the small poem that the flashing scales were distressed because of the class assignment, but Jiao Ming didn't care, just smiled and guessed that it was probably because the homework was not easy to copy in the future.

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After lunch, Jiao Ming saw a large group of people leaving the castle one after another and heading north, and pulled a familiar guy to inquire, only to know that the cement kiln had actually opened again yesterday afternoon. Thinking back to the morning, Binglian really looked like she was in a good mood all the time, and it seems that this is the reason.

Jiao Ming wanted to ride a hammer to see the excitement when he had nothing to do, but he was pulled by the sharp bones that he found, this guy hadn't seen him for a few days, he had abandoned his wheelchair and ploughing ox mount, and he could walk around with a cane.

Sharp Bone bluntly asked Jiao Ming to transfer Shining Scale to the fast shift. Jiao Ming asked the reason in detail, and Rui Gu talked about him left and right, but he was forced to say: "My sister is a little biao, and I am afraid that I will be ...... after I am assigned to the slow shift."

"I see. Jiao Ming smiled bitterly, "You also know the difference between fast classes and slow classes, if you can't keep up with the rhythm when you enter the fast class, it will be harmful." ”

"I know that, too. Ruigu's face became even more worried, and then kicked the ball to Jiao Ming: "Please think of a way, Mr. doesn't want to see such a cute little girl with flashing scales suffer." ”

Jiao Ming rolled his eyes and said the two words he once hated: "Make up the class." ”

Make-up classes are not a panacea, but they are effective for Flashscales for two reasons. First, in terms of age, compared to the earth, the little ones are all about the fourth or fifth grade of primary school, and mentally it is more than enough to deal with the math problems of the third grade or so of primary school. The second is that Jiao Ming has long found out that the little ones are actually very smart, but in the mainstream values, compared to the cultivation of magic warriors, mathematics is not valued, so some people are absent-minded and do not put their energy into it.

"Anyway, please hurry up, in a few days it will be the harvest celebration. Rui Gu didn't ask much about what the make-up class was, but just gave a time, and finally asked sincerely: "Flashing scales will ask you." ”

Jiao Ming saw that this guy was leaving, so he hurriedly grabbed the sharp bones: "I can't suppress the little temper of the scales, I'm afraid you will have to listen too." Sharp Bone reluctantly responded. Just like that, a small cram school began, and Xiao Shi was the second to join, and then the beautiful cousin Luohua actually came in.

In the next two days, the morning was a big class, the afternoon was a small class, Binglian presided over the cement kiln, and could only meet occasionally, the mathematics of the flashing scales improved rapidly, and Cousin Luohua was also familiar, and from time to time she came to Jiao Ming's side, which made Jiao Ming's heart more and more itchy. In the spare time between classes, from time to time, a team of people carried sacks containing grain into the castle, Jiao Ming didn't care at first, but after the team saw Ssk, they realized that it must be tax grain.

On the third night, Jiao Ming was surprised to find that he had been invited into the dream space again, this time the scene was taken from Jiao Ming's memory fragments, but it was a recess exercise in junior high school, and hundreds of half-grown children wearing wide school uniforms stood neatly in the old-style sand playground. Jiao Ming and Bing Lian stood tall in the straight crowd, but no one cast a strange look.

"What's going on?"

"Please keep your distance from my Cousin Rose. ”

Jiao Ming was inexplicable: "You like her?"

"Lily, you big-headed ghost! in short, don't think about her otherwise!" Bing Lian put down these words, and the scenery in the dream space began to dissipate.

"Hey, why?" Jiao Ming asked, but he opened his eyes suddenly, not sure if Binglian heard the last sentence. Looking out the window, it was another sunny morning, and the little poem next to me muttered two dream words, vaguely the word hot pot. Jiao Ming's heart itched terribly, and then meditated on the three major illusions of life five times, got up and dressed.

Taking advantage of the free time in front of the math class, I rode a hammer to the cement kiln for a walk, but I didn't see the ice lotus as I expected, but I found that the original warehouse where the cement was stored had been expanded three times, and some local style renovations were added, and it was no longer the appearance of the old dry toilet.

In the afternoon cram class, Cousin Luo Hua talked about the war just now, and Jiao Ming finally heard the use of cement on the front line, which was just a concrete block that was so huge that it could not be transferred by space, and smashed the outposts one by one, forcing the general Xu Qinren to no choice.

Luo Hua praised the role of cement, and said that it was thanks to Mr. Jiao Ming's wisdom that cement was made, and finally ended with "I like wise people the most".

Jiao Ming blinked his eyes twice, it would be a fool if he didn't understand it, but it didn't make sense, how much of his male charm was known from his experience on the original earth, and it was impossible for him to suddenly soar. After thinking about it, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and the arranged marriage was linked to the recent attitude of the housemother, and the fact that Luohua could actually be lazy for an afternoon was even more corroborative.

Jiao Ming smiled bitterly, although it is absolutely not a loss if it goes on like this, it is still a little uncomfortable after all.