Chapter 9

The Olympic mathematics class of Linnan No. 1 middle school is very famous in linhuai city.

One is the Dana town market of Xujing, which is often found in Qianli horse, but not in Bole.

Second, in the past many years, this class has achieved fruitful results and brought honor to the school.

Every year, the first prize of the provincial competition will be won, but the second and third prizes will not be mentioned. Students are also shortlisted in the winter camp. It is said that two senior brothers also entered the national training team in the last session, and finally stood on the IMO podium to win glory for the country.

The photos are still hanging in the window.

After the two, Xu Jing has never met such a good seedling again. Ling Xuan in class 1 is barely one. He is also the seed player who has the most hope to enter the winter camp this year.

Usually Xu Jing pays little attention.

Now

Looking at the back of Jiang Fuyue leaving, he suddenly had a strong premonition that this girl would bring unexpected surprises to all in the near future!

"Lao Xu! Hey -" the head teacher of class 7 called him, "people are gone and still staring?"

"You don't understand." he grinned happily.

"Didn't you just turn a student into your Mathematical Olympiad class? What? I seriously doubt that she promised it for the 500 yuan subsidized by the school every month."

"For whatever reason, just promise."

Meng Zhijian finally looked at him squarely. Although Xu Jing was not warm and warm, he was actually more proud than anyone.

It's not that he is impolite, but when people reach a certain height and realm, they will naturally stand in the perspective of overlooking, and many people and things can't be seen easily.

But just now his hospitality, even coaxing, was used, which was not like the usual style.

"Is that student really so excellent?"

Xu Jing hummed and smiled, directly picked up the test paper in front of him and threw it to him: "look for yourself."

Two minutes later——

"Full, minute?"

"HMM."

"I'm afraid I didn't recite the answer?"

"It's called temporarily. Can you show it to me?"

"Ha ha..." duck, No.

Xu Jing took a cup of tea and took a sip. "I'm looking forward to it this year..."

"Be careful. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."

"Go, if you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour, you're greedy!"

Meng Zhijian couldn't believe it: "am I greedy? Are you kidding!"

"How many iphos are you going to send to the national training team this year?"

Meng Zhijian is wilting.

IPho, International Physics Olympiad.

Their school hasn't even entered the provincial finals in the past three years. Is it the national team?

"You can humiliate me," Meng Zhijian glanced and sat back. "It's estimated that I should withdraw from work at this time next year. If there are no good seedlings, it's useless to raise them. If they don't live, I'll be clean..."

Having said that, there was a flash of regret in my eyes.

Originally, Ling Xuan also had talent. Unfortunately, his energy was limited. He could only choose one of the Olympic mathematics class and the physical competition class.

"By the way, who is that student? Why don't I have any impression? It's reasonable to say that this kind of good seedling should have been famous in the grade."

"Oh, Jiang Fuyue." Xu Jing understated.

Meng Zhijian almost spit out a mouthful of water he just drank: "who?!"

Xu Jing repeated in a good temper, still those three words.

Teacher Meng was confused: "apart from the last but one in that grade, is there another one in our school called 'Jiang Fuyue'?"

"There should be no more."

“！”

……

After the last class in the afternoon, the classroom was soon empty.

"Sister Han," Ge Meng rubbed over carefully, "are we still going?"

Jiang Han fought between heaven and man.

For a moment, Jiang Fuyue's dangerous eyes were cold enough to freeze people to death, and for a moment, he was tortured in the face of exercise papers.

After a while, she bit her teeth as if she had made up her mind: "go!"

Ge Meng was surprised, adored, and even moved to tears - she knew that sister Han would not be counselled. She would take them out of the abnormal claw of Jiang Fuyue! go for it!

But the next second——

Jiang Han: "the smell of the toilet is disgusting. Don't you have too many earplugs? Give me a pair and I'll plug my nostrils."

Ge Meng: "

The other dog followed silently.

When the three arrived, Jiang Fuyue was already standing in yesterday's position, with her back leaning against the railing.

"Have you brought your homework?" she asked.

Jiang Han nodded: "take, take..."

As for GE Meng and Liu Sisi behind them, they dare not open their cavities.

"Let's start."

"We've almost finished writing after class! Really!"

"Yes..." Ge Meng nodded hurriedly.

Liusi followed.

"Oh?" Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.

Jiang Han quickly turned his schoolbag, "if you don't believe me, I'll show you..."

"No."

“？”

"Now that we have finished our homework, let's play something else."

Jiang Fuyue's lips were hooked, and Jiang Han's heart was cold.

……

Ten minutes later, the playground.

Jiang Fuyue stood at the starting point and raised her chin: "five laps, go home after running."

Jiang Han wanted to fall to the ground on the spot and perform a severe coma.

Five laps?! Didn't it kill her?

"Don't... let's talk slowly. Everything is easy to discuss."

Jiang Fuyue's expression remained unchanged. She only squeezed her fist and ran over her toes. The seemingly random action made Jiang Han's scalp tight.

Ge Meng jumped away for the first time. She didn't want to get the second foot: "sister Han, sister Han, why don't we run?"

Jiang Han gritted his teeth: "... Run!" in fact, his heart is dripping blood.

In the evening of midsummer, the wind brings the temperature, and the ground is shrouded by the steaming heat. The whole playground is like a stew pot with a pot cover.

Jiang Han began to breathe without two steps. He was sweating in less than half a circle.

After the first lap, she looked like she was fishing from a river.

Under the setting sun, the trembling fat seemed to be having a long lost carnival, "no... no... I can't run..."

Jiang Fuyue rubbed her wrists and walked closer.

Jiang Han's pupil shrinks, "I run! Can't I run?"

On the third lap, Jiang Han felt that his legs were not his own.

In the last lap, she was carried to the end by GE Meng and liusi.

At that time, Jiang Fuyue had finished seven sets of math papers and ten sets of physics special subjects, put away her schoolbag, stood up, said nothing and turned away.

"Wait... Wait a minute..." Jiang Han panted. "Can you... Do your homework tomorrow?"

She's crying. How can running smell like homework?

Jiang fuyuetou didn't look back: "see what subject you want to do." sports homework is also homework.

"... written! Handwritten!" Jiang Han shouted.

When they were gone, Jiang Han stopped for more than ten minutes.

"Sister Han..." Liu Si wanted to stop talking.

"Fart!" he unscrewed the mineral water handed by GE Meng, and Jiang Han poured most of it.

"Why should we endure Jiang Fuyue? Why should we be bullied by her? Who is she?"

Jiang Han was stunned.

Yeah, why?

She can't fight, cough... Well, even if she can't fight, can't she ask for foreign help?

Why are you foolishly slaughtered?