Second Sunday in October, High School Math League Day.

The time is 6:30 a.m., and all the students who are confident to participate will gather in the large playground. Math League Day is a carnival day for several prestigious high school schools.

After today, there are a few students in the school who can join the winter camp list, which will be recorded in the school history. At the same time, it is also a day of competition between several famous schools.

Parents choose a school and will look at the honorary trophies. And the high school league results are among the references.

Forty-seven classmates, piled together. This group of students, 39 high school juniors, 7 high school sophomores, and one high school freshman, the teacher does not recommend participating. Fear of being hit.

When the time came, a bus drove into the school. Feng Yao, the teacher who led the team, got in the car as soon as possible, looked at the faces who could call out their youth, and couldn't help but recall, it's another year, and there will be a few people in the list this year.

Feng Yao taught the first year of high school, and he was not familiar with the students, only five people around him, and he was his real disciple.

"Yang Fan, take it easy, I don't care if the test is good or not. Anyway, there are four of them, and there is a chance to mix 2nd and 3rd class. You just have to follow the steps. ”

Feng Yao found that he valued the disciple the most, and he was still reading math books at this time, afraid that he was nervous and comforted him.

"Teacher Feng, I'm sure. Yang Fan smiled slightly, Chen Jingrun, the master, supported behind him, the high school league, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Looking around, the students were all talking excitedly, and some were sweating nervously, Feng Yao frowned.

He said loudly: "Little boys, don't scream, calm down, learn from Yang Fan, you are still working hard at this time, do you know how to cultivate." ”

The students all know that Yang Fan is his proud disciple, and he is always appreciative, but for Yang Fan, he was angry with the senior teaching team, and repeatedly proposed to stop Yang Fan's rest of the courses and specialize in mathematics.

He can bring up such an unreasonable matter, which shows that Mr. Feng's emotional intelligence is really low.

Suddenly, I found that Yang Fan was still working hard, and some people sneered, temporarily cramming, what was there to drag.

"What Teacher Feng said is that everyone has made up their minds. ”

The first enlightenment, the name is so big, he has long been a child of someone else's family. Since he said it, of course, the students should give some face and talk one by one in a low voice.

"Yang Fan, what book are you reading, and you still have thoughts at this time?" The girl He Qing sat in the front, and Ye Haoran and Yang Fan were side by side in the back.

"It's nothing, it's just Mr. Feng's two books, thinking about it. Yang Fan said.

Four sighs, it was too shocking, even the math genius Ye Haoran was in a low mood, he also turned over the two books, he was confused, and Teacher Feng didn't teach, read it by himself, what do you think?

Feng Yao, who was sitting on the side, saw that the book in his hand had been turned over a third of the thickness, and a smile flashed on his rigid face.

The bus was quiet and the bus drove all the way to the test room.

The High School Math League will be held in two rounds today. The first round of exams is 80 minutes from 8:00 a.m. to 9:20 a.m. The second test time is 9:40-12:10, a total of 150 minutes.

The buses stopped, and the young students got out of the buses, flamboyant and confident.

"The school uniform is from the experimental middle school. ”

"Over there, it's Ninth Middle School. ”

In order to facilitate management and reflect the spirit of their own school, the school requires students to wear school uniforms, so that several columns of teams can be seen at a glance.

"Oh, you see, that's Gao Yang, who won the first middle school, came to the second year of high school last year and won the second prize. ”

"That is the source of the Jiuzhong River, the first in the city every year, the junior high school and I are in the same class, and I can't get used to his natural lack of beating. ”

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One by one, the students with loud names were named and discussed. In the crowd of Wuzhou Middle School, some people were also pointed at, and their eyes stayed on Ye Haoran and Cui Qiming.

At 7:40, students are randomly assigned to enter their own examination room after a series of rigorous inspections.

"Yang Fan, come on. The pleasant sound drifted by my ears, and my feet did not stop.

It's Feng Xiaowan, and she's here too. I was supposed to be sitting in the back row just now, but I didn't notice it at all. Yang Fan nodded at her.

"Yang Fan, I'm optimistic about you. ”

Zeng is the class leader, but she is an all-round student, how can she be missing from the math league.

"Senior class leader, you have to be serious. ”

Yang Fan is full of ambition to move forward, this time is the real beginning of his life.

"Yang Fan, don't let me down. I don't care about the others, the water source of the river, you must help me get him back. "The overlord Cui Qiming, looking at a student in the ninth middle school, had a complicated mind.

"You may not be able to do it yourself, come on, Cui Qiming. "At this time, we must be consistent with the outside world. The surrounding schools are all enemies.

Several students cheered each other on and entered the examination room separately.

In the fifth examination room, Yang Fan found his seat and looked at the time, 7:45, it was still early. He went to the podium and handed in all kinds of materials one by one.

The classroom is very quiet, and there is a trace of solemnity on the faces of every young student. Math League, which is a league for all high schools in the country.

One step forward and heaven is it. Enter the list of 300 people in five subjects, even if you score zero in the college entrance examination, you can still choose a prestigious school at will.

Two invigilators, one after the other, entered one after the other, routinely instructed the rules of the examination room, and the papers were distributed.

Fill in your name, wait, the bell rings, and the pen begins.

Yang Fan had an excellent mentality, did not rush to start, and swept the surface slightly.

In the first round, the test questions are divided into two parts: fill-in-the-blank questions and answer questions, with a full score of 120 points. Among them, there are 8 fill-in-the-blank questions, each worth 8 points, and 3 answer questions, which are 16 points, 20 points, and 20 points respectively.

These rules have been talked about by the teacher as early as when I participated, and some of the skills, such as the last three questions, try not to lose points and so on.

The difficulty is medium to high, and sure enough, the college entrance examination is the same. The first round is not a point project, but just a learning foundation under the test.

Yang Fan didn't use to possess himself, he did the questions slowly, and the journey was smooth, without a pause at all.

When he finished solving it all and looked at the time, only 30 minutes had passed, not even half of the time. He smiled reassuringly, and unconsciously, the college entrance examination mathematics, in his own hands, had already taken the question at will.

How long has it been, has it been a month? I used to have a good foundation, and with my recent diligence and system help, I have grown to such a state.

He checked it carefully again, and really found a mistake, a fill-in-the-blank question, which also had eight points.

In this kind of game, eight points is the difference between heaven and earth. Looking at the time again, another twenty minutes passed.

Teacher Feng said, don't hand in the paper in advance, even if there is only one person left in the class, don't hand it in. Check it a few times, and you won't be wrong.

Maybe the only time in your life to participate in a math league, can't you even stand it for 80 minutes?

Don't be disturbed by them, don't care about the movement around you, even if there is an earthquake, you have to endure it.

Yang Fan was not in a hurry, and began to check it for the third time, and this time, it took another ten minutes. Now, he is sure of this paper, full marks.

The next thing he did, dumbfounded. It's boring. So to change the way of thinking, we have to see why those who made the question why they came up with this kind of question.

Yang Fan classified the 11 questions one by one, which was more difficult, medium and inferior, analyzed the possibility of sending points, and the changes in pulling points, and came up with this question by himself, how to make it more difficult, and how to set up traps.

When the bell rang, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, if he waited any longer, it would be even more boring below. Submit the papers.