I Am the Sister of the School Grass

    Fang Zheng's performance is beyond expectations.

    Although the national second prize in the physics competition is not enough for the Qingbei walking line.

    However, it is enough to be a stepping stone.

    "As for the recommendation, there will be winter camps and self-enrollment in the future."

    He has a free and easy temperament. Although he is happy when he sees the ranking, he does not laugh.

    "I heard that the provincial team training for the math competition ends at 10 o'clock. I called you a few minutes late, so it won't affect your study, right?"

    Yunyan is happy for her brother.

    When she heard the question, she shook her head, but thought it was a phone call, and she couldn't see anything there, so she quickly added: "It doesn't matter, the teacher is talking about the questions she did before in the morning. , I will."

    She is seldom so proud, and generally never shows off.

    Only in front of familiar people can you reveal a little girl's arrogant little temperament.

    The two said a few more words and then hung up quickly.

    Fang Zheng is also very busy now, and various awards ceremonies are coming one after another.

    I can only report happiness to my loved ones.

    After being happy, the light in front of Yunyan was suddenly blocked.

    —It was the face of the teacher who had just started class.

    "Student Fang Yunyan," the teacher said solemnly, "Even if you know everything you just taught, you can't bring your cell phone during class."

    Yunyan just finished the phone call when she was caught, and she didn't even have a chance to defend herself.

    You can only bow your head and admit your mistake.

    "I was wrong, teacher."

    The teacher just needs to go down a step, and does not mean much to blame.

    "Well, since you have a good attitude of admitting your mistake, I won't charge your phone this time. Take a break when you have time. Playing with your phone will affect your eyesight."

    "Thank you teacher."

    Yunyan pursed her lips and smiled, making her look more well-behaved.

    After the teacher left, Chen Ling dared to show her head. She patted her chest wildly: "It really scared me to death. You just called there, and he was watching me..."

    Yunyan: "…"

    Although I can't get rid of the students' reverence for the teacher, but thinking about this picture, it is obvious that the teacher is quite cute.

     Very reasonable.

    Chen Ling's face turned green when she heard Yunyan's evaluation of the teacher.

    "He? He is the strictest teacher in our entire provincial team... However, thinking about his attitude just now, it's really cute, but it's just for you."

    Really.

    Yunyan is very puzzled: "Strict?"

    "Really, there was a lot of gossip about this teacher in the guide post. But then I don't know what happened, he has administrator rights, he can see the name of each poster, and also Mute someone and send a message that I know you. Since then, no one has dared to speak ill of him again."

    I always feel that everyone is very social.

    However, this coquettish routine made a person suddenly appear in Yunyan's mind.

    A name, to be precise.

    Manage away.

    However, it should not be so coincidental.

    Mr. Hui Hongji, the math teacher who was just thought cute by Yunyan.

    After returning to the office, I read the lesson plan for a while.

    But he had things in his heart, and he couldn't stand it any longer.

    He first used the landline on his desk to press a number he had memorized.

    One second before the call was connected, Mr. Hui Hongji hung up again.

    Find out his cell phone from the drawer and run outside to make a call.

    There are too many teachers in the office, and he feels that this discovery needs to be kept private.

    On the other side, 7:00 p.m. California time.

    As soon as Yuan Mo returned to the hotel, he received a call from the teacher who brought him in the provincial team.

    "Far ink."

    "Mr. Hui?"

    "That... Fang Yunyan, what's your relationship?"

    Changed slippers, and the movement of Yuan Mo who was about to wash his hands suddenly stopped.

    "Mr. Hui, what do you mean?"

    Brother Hui gritted his teeth and said, "You really know Fang Yunyan!"

    "..." Yuan Mo, wearing headphones, replied while washing his hands, "I know him."

    "I knew that you went to No. 1 Middle School for this little girl, right?"

    Brother Hui, who is very social, gleamed, "I know when I see her doing the questions, those ideas are all taught by you."

    —Never underestimate the acuity of a teacher who has devoted himself to a subject.

    Yuan Mo is noncommittal: "She is a good seedling."

    Brother Hui couldn't hold back, lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes.

    "But she still doesn't have the talent you had back then, if you had participated..."

    He couldn't go on talking, he could only vaguely say: "Our country could win the IMO (International Mathematical Olympiad) gold medal five years ago."

    Yuan Mo's attitude is still very indifferent.

    "There is no need to mention the things of the year, now we should look at the freshmen of this class."

    Brother Hui thought for a while, and said, "I took out all the papers from Yunyan's previous several times, but it's still not as good as your talent. As for Yunyan, it would be nice to be selected for the national team."

    If you can enter the national training team, you will have the opportunity to participate in the IMO.

    As for the IMO Gold Award, Hui Hongji has not dared to imagine it.

    Yuan Mo washed his hands and looked up at himself in the mirror.

    There was a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

    He said, "Brother Hui, do you know what happens to people who underestimate Yunyan?"

    Hui Hongji: "..." Even if you graduate, you can't talk to the teacher so sarcastically!

    However, when I thought of the group of little **** who went out from the provincial team at that time, they were madly saying that they were bad here and there.

    If it wasn't for Yuanmo's help, I added background management rights to myself.

    I am afraid that my reputation among the teachers of the provincial team will be the same as that of Teacher Emei.

    Hui Hongji defended herself: "It's not that I underestimate her, I'm already very optimistic about her. Our province's first place in the province in previous years was not selected by the national training team."

    He said this based on the current situation.

    The province is not a big competition province. In previous years, there were about 30 people in the provincial team, and they went to the Association for Science and Technology to participate in the final.

    But there are only 23 people this year, and they asked for the last place after making a lot of calls to the Association for Science and Technology.

    Yuan Mo walked to the kitchen, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, and opened the can.

    He leaned halfway beside the worktop of the open kitchen, his long legs folded casually.

    He reminded: "Brother Hui, do you really think her talent is not as good as mine?"

    "I..."

    "You study her paper carefully, and then talk about it."

    Mr. Hui Hongji looked at the fat orange who just squatted down and ran to his feet and was paralyzed, and cursed a little bastard.

    Speak without explaining to the teacher.

    But he has always been a magnanimous person and said: "Today Fang Yunyan violated our provincial team rules and openly used a mobile phone..."

    Brother Hui wanted to say, I didn't criticize her because of your face.

    But before he could finish speaking, Yuan Mo said, "The provincial team does not have this rule."

    After a pause, he added, "You can't use that as an excuse to criticize her."

    Hui Hongji: "...?"

    I can't chat anymore.

    In the blink of an eye, Yunyan has entered the provincial team for the fifth day.

    During the period, except that she went to bed at 12:00 on the first day, she put down her pen on time at 10:30, took a shower and went to bed.

    The lunch break at noon is also a lot.

    Zoffelan and another girl from No. 3 Middle School were not used to her schedule.

    In No. 3 Middle School, the teachers tried to encourage them to study more, they had to run on the way to eat, and they had to eat within five minutes.

    The most frightening thing is that even if you squat on the toilet for a long time, if the teacher finds out, he will criticize the previous sentence.

    The kind that don't give human rights.

    But under such high pressure, the competition results of the three middle schools are top-notch every year.

    The worst students in the competition class can go to the top 985 colleges and universities. Parents will also follow the requirements of the teachers and let their children learn non-stop.

    Therefore, many students in No. 3 Middle School believe that only hard work can get good grades.

    The word 'learning efficiency' is completely ignored.

    There is always a kind of person in this world, one hour of study, three hours for others.

    What's more, three days to others.

    It can be said that the name Fang Yunyan almost refreshed Zhuo Feilan's three views.

    She never competed with her because of Fang Yunyan's work and rest problems.

    At noon on the fifth day, the students who were studying in the class saw that the seats in the first row belonging to Fang Yunyan were vacant again.

    Everyone's mood has been shocked from the beginning to now... indifferent.

    I even want to go to bed.

    On the fifth day, the competition class had to change teachers.

    Talk about the next stage of the lesson.

    This is a teacher with a beer belly, who was selected from the third middle school before.

    I believe in the high-pressure policy of the Third Middle School.

    So, after lunch, he was sitting at the front of the classroom at half past twelve.

    When everyone finished eating and entered the door one after another, he did not allow everyone to chat, and sent a paper to let everyone do it.

    Wait until twelve fifty.

    Beerbelly teacher couldn't help: "Who is this classmate in the first row? Why did you go?"

    Zho Feilan had a relationship with this teacher when she was in the middle of the third middle school.

    She replied: "Teacher, this seat belongs to Fang Yunyan, she took her lunch break. However, you don't have to worry about her grades, it's really... very good."

    Zoffelan finished speaking, sat down and began to write the paper.

    I didn't notice the surprised eyes of the other three people looking at her.

    Is this still Zoffilan?

    Zoffelan looked at her tablemate: "I accept my fate, I can't compare to her, the school **** can only be looked up to."

    Tablemate: "…"