I Am the Sister of the School Grass

    Yunyan took out her own paper and handed it to the next table.

    It is the two sets of test papers that the teacher mentioned yesterday, Volume 1 and Volume 2.

    The teacher said: "The first volume tests simple knowledge points, and everyone has to finish it. The second volume is more test of thinking, you pick yourselves and watch the simple ones. If you can't do it, leave it empty, don't boil it. It's too late, or your body won't be able to take it."

    Yunyan feels that at this time, it is absolutely fine to follow the rhythm of the teacher.

    So she finished one volume yesterday, and there are fill-in-the-blank questions in front of the second volume.

    There are two volumes and two major questions left. I originally planned to stay and do it in class today.

    But the whole bedroom was studying.

    If Yunyan went to bed directly, her conscience would be uneasy, so she finished the second volume.

    The boy looked at Yunyan's answer sheet, his cheeks twitched quickly.

    "Reliable, relied, relied! Is this the strength of No. 1 in the province? I've learned a lot."

    His tablemate also quickly moved up, and after reading it, he threw out two words with trembling lips.

    "Fuck!"

    "Is this the result of Xueba sleeping at half past eleven last night?"

    "Stop talking, look at the questions. Thinking about how many questions I haven't finished until 1:30, it's really incomparable."

    Speaking, the two of them studied the answer to this question together.

    It's not that they don't know it at all, it's just that there has been a problem with the process of finding the derivative, so the result is wrong.

    Before Yunyan came, they also discussed this topic with the boys behind.

    Therefore, the boy who was talking to Zhuo Feilan saw that the two of them suddenly started to write quickly, and roared directly: "Damn, did you two come up with the answer?"

    Don't share with your brothers?

    Just a few minutes.

    There were a lot of people in the class, and everyone was discussing topics in twos and threes, and the class was a bit noisy for a while.

    The distance is very large, so you have to roar.

    "Not yet, looking at the standard answer."

    "Standard answer, are you two kidding me? Our standard answer only has answers, no process."

    Otherwise, everyone would not be able to solve it so hard.

    But the two boys in the front row obviously don't have time to answer him now.

    Because they are thinking about Yunyan's problem-solving ideas.

    When Yunyan calculates this question, there is no derivation.

    Just put the partial differential equation in the first step, and then use the remaining known conditions to deduce the formula you want, and directly bring the equation of the first step into it.

    This problem is solved.

    "That's how it should be."

    "We really jumped into the pit dug by the questioner."

    "No, not only jumped in, but also dug deep with a shovel."

    Because this question requires derivation, it is not the first formula calculated.

    "I really didn't expect to discard this equation and use the remaining known conditions to calculate."

    "Wait a minute, why does this step have to divide by the original unknown?"

    "Let me see..."

    Seeing that the boys behind them ignored them, they walked over with the papers.

    After looking at it for a few minutes, he said: "This answer is really six, who wrote it?"

    This classmate just told Zoffelan about the wrong derivation, and didn't hear what the front row said.

    The first two boys who took the Yunyan test paper quietly pointed to her.

    "The big guy's paper."

    Therefore, the boy joined the large group of twitching lips and cheeks.

    He looked in disbelief.

    "Zoffelan just said that she went to bed after eleven o'clock at night. She actually solved this problem in such a short time?"

    After finishing speaking, the boys in the front row stopped copying the answers and fell into a dead silence.

    "What's the matter? There's no need to be so surprised. There are probably three or four people in our class who can answer this question so early."

    The boys in the back row are very suspicious of everyone's attitude.

    "Qian Xingwei must have made it too."

    At this moment, the boy in the front row pulled out another roll from under one roll of Yunyan.

    "Look what this is."

    —The two volumes are full of writing, and the handwriting is chic, and at first glance, the 'standard answers' of the first volume are written by the same person.

     "Damn it! The second volume is also finished?!"

    The boy in the front row added coldly, "Not only is it finished, but it is also correct."

    He just got the answer right.

    "…really big guy."

    Convince.

    When the boy in the back row returned to his seat, he felt that the worldview was refreshed.

     Walking is like stepping on clouds, soft.

    Zoffelan asked: "How is it, have you got the answer?"

    The boy and Zhuo Feilan are both from the third middle school and are in the same competition class, so they usually have a good relationship.

    He didn't answer for the time being, but suddenly asked: "You just said boss... Fang Yunyan finished writing and went to bed at eleven o'clock yesterday?"

    Zoffelan was in a haze.

    "Yeah, what's the matter? To tell the truth, she is not the same as the provincial number one I imagined. She is not hard at all. She does her homework for a while and rests for a while. She will go back later. Calling and finally going to bed so early."

    After the boy finished listening, think about the degree of completion and accuracy of the two papers.

    So she looked at her with a slight pity, and said, "Not all No. 1s are like our brother Wei... Some people really rely on IQ."

    Besides, it’s not that Fang Yunyan didn’t work hard.

    People can finish all the topics assigned by the teacher at half past eleven, but Ning actually cares whether they go to bed or not?

    Zho Feilan can probably guess now that the 'big guy' in the mouth of her classmates is Fang Yunyan.

    But it was precisely because of this that she was surprised.

    This boy is usually prouder than her in the third middle school.

     Even Qian Xingwei has never been called a boss by him, so he called Fang Yunyan a boss so easily.

    Zoffelan originally thought it was unnecessary.

    Is it just a question, Brother Wei must have done it too.

    It's just that Brother Wei has the habit of memorizing formulas in the morning, and usually waits until the class bell rings before coming in.

    Otherwise you can ask him directly.

    When the real class started, the teacher asked, "How did you do yesterday's topic? When I published the book, I deliberately removed the process. How many people can write it all out?"

    The entire classroom was silent, no one spoke, no one raised a hand.

    The teacher glanced at it, and Lu Lin felt that his next sentence was 'You are the worst provincial team I have ever brought'.

    Unexpectedly, the teacher endured it, looked at Fang Yunyan in the first row, and said, "Yunyan, take your paper and let me have a look."

    He feels that with everyone's level, the whole army will not be wiped out.

    The first second of getting the Yunyan answer sheet, the teacher's intuitive feeling is pleasing to the eye.

    Just like when he was marking the exam paper of the math competition league, seeing this paper, even if the result was wrong, he couldn't help but go to the process to find the points.

    The teacher picked up Yunyan's test paper and scanned it.

    It's all points.

    After finishing the scan, the teacher said directly: "Student Yunyan, one or two volumes are all correct. I read the process, and it is more detailed than what I prepared for you. Wait for me for five minutes, and I will take it. Make a copy for each of you, and use it as the standard answer."

    "!! Are you done with volume one or two?"

    "She won't stay up all night, will she?"

    "Only my concern is all right, can it be regarded as the standard answer?"

    "Awesome!"

    "I originally thought that a big guy would have a high score in the exam... It turns out that a real scholar can never be imagined."

    After this battle.

    Everyone has a deeper understanding of how powerful the province is.

    "The big guy's words are also good-looking, I want to make a sound."

    "Wake up you're a man."

    Chen Ling laughed and scolded the tablemate: "Also, it's a ghost night, we slept quite early."

    "Can you write both volumes and volumes so early in bed?"

    "Yeah, it's a werewolf. The number one in the province is not only talented, but also so hard."

    "We also have to work harder."

    Chen Ling saw that he had no hope of clarifying, and said helplessly: "You can't help me if you don't believe me."

    After finishing speaking, she glanced at Zoffilan.

    When there were not many people in the class in the morning, this person said that Yunyan slept early and did not study hard, which was very exciting.

    Now she is silent, watching everyone misunderstand.

    However, Chen Ling is not in a hurry, there is still more time.

    They'll know then.

    Wait until after ten o'clock in the morning, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

    Yunyan, who always likes to blow air outside, rarely takes out his mobile phone, holds it in his hand and walks out.

    Chen Ling followed her out, very shocked.

    Although the provincial team does not expressly stipulate that they are not allowed to bring mobile phones.

    But everyone generally locks their mobile phones in the bedroom, and only occasionally contacts their parents when they go back at night.

    Chen Ling almost never saw someone like Yun Yan who blatantly brought a mobile phone into the classroom and held it in front of the teacher.

    The last time she secretly photographed Yunyan, she was carrying her teacher.

    Although the get out of class is over now, the teacher is still on the podium, answering questions for some students.

    Seeing Yunyan pick up her mobile phone and go out, the teacher herself was a little confused.

    —As a teacher of the provincial team, he has not seen students with mobile phones in the class for a long time.

    In the past, no matter who that person is, he can reprimand him.

    Then confiscate the mobile phone for a few days, and let the student call the parent when necessary.

    Everyone is a high school student, and they are all high school students who won the provincial first prize in the math competition.

    Be aware of what is appropriate at this time.

    Obviously, playing on a mobile phone is very inappropriate.

    Many people next to him noticed that Fang Yunyan was holding a mobile phone.

    "...courageous."

    It really deserves to be the first in the province.

    This must be seen by the teacher!

    Everyone sweated for the big guy.

    However, they were most surprised.

    The teacher didn't say anything after seeing it, and continued to teach the students around him.

    No tubes.

    The students around were stunned.

    What, the teachers are really indulgent towards studying God.

    Yunyan leaned against the wall to type.

    At five past ten o'clock, the words that Yunyan typed were deleted and deleted, and they had not been sent out.

    The phone vibrated suddenly and a call came in.

    Yunyan pressed the answer button directly, put the phone to her ear, and said cautiously, "Brother."

    Her tone was full of anticipation: "Did you get your grades? How are you doing?"

    From Chen Ling's point of view, the sun shines on Fang Yunyan's face through the gaps between the fine leaves.

    The tiny hairs on the cheeks can be clearly seen.

    I don't know what was said over there, Yunyan jumped up directly.

    "Excellent! Brother, you are really good!"

    There was light in her eyes, as if she could see the red list on the other side of the National Science Association field.

    —Fang Zheng, National Second Prize.

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