Chen Qingwu realized that her math homework book was wrong with Duan Jincheng's, the class bell rang just now, and the math teacher was very punctual, so she stepped on the bell and entered the door, not giving her a chance to change the homework book back at all.

She thought of the wrong questions full of crosses and circles, and immediately regretted why she was so hasty and cold when she handed out the homework book just now, even if she looked at it more, this kind of oolong would not happen.

What's even more unfortunate is that the math teacher happened to talk about the most error-prone questions in the homework book today.

Chen Qingwu quietly glanced sideways, glanced at Duan Jin Cheng's direction, and found that he had opened her homework book, twisting her scratch paper, and looked at the words on it thoughtfully.

What?

Did she finish her homework yesterday and put the scratch paper in it? That scratch paper full of her gibberish?

Help, did she do something immoral? God just shut her door, why do you have to weld the last window to death?

Chen Qingwu lay on his desk in despair.

"Chen Qingwu."

The math teacher probably couldn't get used to her sloppy posture and asked her to stand up and answer the question by name.

"The penultimate question on page 13, tell me about your idea of solving the problem."

Where does Chen Qingwu have any ideas for solving problems, and she is wrong about the so-called questions with a high error rate that the math teacher picked out and focused on today.

"Why don't you speak?" The math teacher saw that she didn't speak, and urged.

In fact, Chen Qingwu only needs to turn Duan Jincheng's homework book to page 13 and follow his problem-solving steps, and this level can be passed.

But what is the difference between reading and copying?

Chen Qingwu thought about it, and said honestly: "Teacher, I don't know this question." ”

"No, you should cheer up and listen, you can learn by lying there? I was at the bottom of the last monthly exam, what's wrong? Would you like to pad it again, wouldn't you? "The math teacher's mouth is never forgiving.

Chen Qingwu was ashamed: "I'm sorry teacher." ”

"Alright, sit down." The math teacher saw that her attitude was quite sincere, and raised her noble hand to let her go.

"Who knows that?"

The math teacher looked around, but no one raised his hand, so he ordered a reliable one.

"Duan Jincheng, tell me about the solution idea when you wrote this question at that time."

Chen Qingwu finished thinking about it, Duan Jincheng's homework book was here with her, and asked him to recite the correct solution ideas out of thin air in the face of her messy wrong ideas, wouldn't this be embarrassing for him?

But a scholar is a scholar after all.

After Duan Jin Cheng glanced at the question, he quickly and word-for-word said his previous solution ideas, what's the matter? Did it go into his mind once and do it?

Chen Qingwu really wishes he had such a memory.

"You have time to learn more from Duan Jincheng, and see how clean other people's problem-solving ideas are." The math teacher motioned for Duan Jin Cheng to sit down with an approving look, and at the same time did not forget to mend the knife: "And some students, the solution steps can write half a page, and the final result is still wrong, just like your mother asked you to buy vinegar, and you ran half a street, only to find that you went the other way, are you tired and panicked?" ”

Chen Qingwu sat down and felt that the math teacher was connotating himself, and his head hung low.

In fact, after the accident in the Children's Palace, grandpa also thought about enrolling her in another cram school, but she already had a psychological shadow, and grandpa saw that she was very resistant, so he didn't mention it again.

However, her math results are really sad.