my scientific age

Chapter 18 The real scholar will not waste time

The streets on both sides of the school gate were full of snow. Yu Hua, who was alone, walked through the crowd and came to the school gate.

"It's another student from No. [-] Middle School. Look, this guy is really handsome."

"This dress is so beautiful, it would be nice if I could wear this dress anytime."

"I really hope that the baby in the family can also enter the fourth middle school and become a leader in the future."

"Strange, why is this student not accompanied by his parents?"

The crowd and the surrounding passers-by saw Yu Hua in a black tunic walking towards the gate of No. [-] Middle School, and they all cast curious or envious glances and whispered.

Black tunic suits, woolen shirts like shirts, short hair and shiny leather shoes, the whole set of school uniforms is very fashionable, showing the temperament that boys should have everywhere.

This is a new-style school uniform specially made by Peking No. [-] Middle School, with a tunic for boys and a turtleneck for girls. The school badge is printed on the chest.

To be able to wear this dress shows a fact - this is a student of Peking No. [-] Middle School.

Yu Hua, who was wearing a new school uniform, came to the school gate and looked up at the school gate with three arches of blue bricks and white columns. On it was written the magnificent four characters - Beiping No. [-] Middle School.

"it's beautiful."

Yu Hua looked at the unique and extraordinary school gate of No. [-] Middle School and sent praises. He was full of anticipation. He was about to study in this famous high school in the future.

The school gate of No. [-] Middle School has the aesthetics of modern architecture and primitive architecture. The lower part adopts a blue brick and white column structure, and the upper part is in the form of an arch, which is consistent with the style of the Tsinghua campus gate of National Tsing Hua University.

The entire school gate shows the unique identity and status of Peiping No. [-] Middle School from the side.

Peiping No. [-] Middle School, Peiping Municipal No. [-] Middle School, formerly known as Shuntian Middle School and later Beijing No. [-] Middle School, ranks first in the country's high schools in later generations.

Even in the period of the Republic of China, Peiping No. [-] Middle School was one of the top schools in the country.

Without enough talent, it is impossible to be admitted to Peking No. [-] Middle School.

Except for the money, of course.

Under the watchful eyes of many students' parents and onlookers, Yu Hua came to the end of the student line, stood behind a girl, and lined up quietly.

There were more than [-] students in the queue, more men than women. All of them wore new school uniforms. They were all accompanied by their parents. In the sixth semester of the third year of high school, when they were about to enter the university, no parents would ignore it.

After waiting for a while, the time was about [-]:[-]. At this time, two school teachers appeared, sat down at the temporary registration desk set up in front of the school gate, and signaled the guard to open the door and start the registration and inspection.

Two school teachers, one asking and the other holding a pen, recorded the admission information of each student one by one.

About 10 minutes later, the registration in front of the team was completed, and after the girls in front of me had registered and entered the school gate, Yu Hua took a step forward and came to the temporary registration desk composed of a table.

"Hello, gentlemen." Yu Hua bowed towards the two school teachers and said respectfully.

"Hello, classmate."

The two smiled at Yu Hua, and the male teacher with glasses sitting on the left turned over the roster and asked, "Please report your name."

Another male teacher took out a new school registration form and held a pen in his right hand.

"Yu Hua."

The male teacher searched carefully, and quickly found Yu Hua's name on the roster, nodded, and put a tick on the back of the name, indicating that the student should report to the school.

"Show your student ID and school start notice."

"Give."

"The sixth semester of the third academic year, the first class of Science..." The male teacher wearing glasses was slightly surprised when he opened Yu Hua's student ID card and school opening notice.

Yu Hua was a little puzzled: "Sir, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, the registration is complete, this is your student ID card, go ahead." The male teacher shook his head.

Yu Hua, who had collected his student ID and completed the formal school registration process, strode through the school gate with great anticipation and high spirits under the envious gazes of outside traders and passers-by.

Studying in a top high school like Beiping No. [-] Middle School was something that Yu Hua never dared to think about in his previous life.

Now, here he is.

Entering the campus, the surrounding is covered in silver, and the branches are covered with smog in different poses. The classical architecture is faintly visible, which is the library built in 1907 during the Qing Dynasty.

As he stepped into the school, a sense of tranquility and peace came to his mind, and there seemed to be no more troublesome thoughts in his heart, and the disputes and noises from the outside suddenly disappeared.

One door, two worlds.

This is the school, the ivory tower that countless people yearn for.

According to the memory in his mind, Yu Hua entered the teaching building along the road, went to the third floor with ease, and came to the third-year science class of the second-class attribute.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the classroom, Yu Hua glanced at it and was stunned. Looking at the empty classroom, he was a little confused. He quickly took a step back and looked up at the classroom number—the third-year science class.

It's this class, that's right.

"Am I the first to come?"

After confirming, Yu Hua looked at the empty classroom again, a little embarrassed. He was preparing how to greet his classmates and teachers along the way, but he didn't even have a hair.

There are twelve long tables in the classroom, two in a row, a total of six rows, in a simple style, each table is equipped with two round stools, above is the podium of the gentleman, and a blackboard is hung on the wall behind the podium.

Re-entering the classroom, Yu Hua followed his memory and came to the long table on the left in the fourth row, and sat down naturally. The order of the seats in the class was determined according to the grades. From left to right, the first row was the best, and the sixth row was the best. Second-rate.

His predecessor was above average in the class, and he was ranked 14th in the final exam of the third year, so he sat in seat No. [-].

"I don't know how long to wait. Let's read the book first." Yu Hua opened the school bag, took out the scratch paper, pencils and math textbook, and turned to last night's progress - trigonometry.

A true learner will not waste time. He is either studying or on the way to study.

The trigonometry of high school arithmetic is trigonometry. Most of the knowledge points are basic, and some of the knowledge points are moderately difficult. Yu Hua has already learned the difficult part in the second section, using trigonometric function lines to solve inequalities.

Speaking of the nightmares of countless high school students and scumbags, trigonometry is essentially a basic category, and it is not difficult. It is purely at the bottom of the major types of knowledge points in high school mathematics.

However, because trigonometric functions need to memorize a lot of formulas, many people memorize the power-reduction formula and forget the double-angle formula. After all, they have to memorize the two. The half-angle formula, the sum-differential product and the induction formula are all forgotten .

In the eyes of countless high school students, these bizarre math characters are really something that people can memorize?

Over time, it has gradually become a nightmare for the scumbags. Once you read the question, you will definitely have a headache.

(End of this chapter)