Chapter 30

Yu Wenzhou was embarrassed by Jiang Fuyue's Qingling's eyes, so he touched his nose and explained, "you got a full score in this physics quiz."

"So?"

"You are a gifted child and should be cultivated."

Finally, Jiang Fuyue left with a stack of test papers.

Xu Jing blew up——

"Old Yu, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Yu Wenzhou pretended to be a fool.

"You know Jiang Fuyue is my student, and you still give her so many test papers. What do you want?"

"That's also my student. Why are you so overbearing?"

"I'm overbearing?" Xu Jing laughed angrily, but his eyes were really cruel. "I don't have any opinion on her completing her daily physics homework, but you give her another one, I don't agree!"

"Why don't you agree?" Yu Wenzhou was excited when he put his water cup.

"I'm her head teacher!"

"Then I'm still her subject teacher!"

Xu Jing: "don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Yu Wenzhou's eyes flashed and muttered, "what ideas can I make..."

Xu Jing sneered: "what's a full score? It's probably an element of luck. Besides, the small test question is not difficult. I'm afraid you're happy too early."

Yu Wenzhou frowned, but did not refute what Xu Jing said.

This time the question is really simple, and full marks are not impossible. Maybe... Jiang Fuyue is really just lucky?

"Lao Yu, you should know that a person has limited energy. If he does this thing well, he can't do another thing at the same time. Jiang Fuyue is now specializing in Mathematical Olympiad. If you expect her to make a breakthrough in physics and even reach the competition level, I advise you to take a break as soon as possible."

The more you jump now, the more disappointed you will be in the future.

Yu Wenzhou was lost in thought. After a long time, he finally compromised: "... Whatever."

Xu Jing breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid of Yu Wenzhou robbing people.

As for not believing that Jiang Fuyue has the strength to participate in the physics competition, it is not nonsense. After all, no matter how smart and powerful a person is, he is not omnipotent.

The next day Yu Wenzhou finished his class and asked Jiang Fuyue for the stack of papers.

"... in such a hurry? I'm only half finished."

Yu Wenzhou thought that "half" meant "half of a paper". He casually asked, "how long did it take?"

"One afternoon plus one night."

Sure enough, as soon as the difficulty goes up, it seems that Xu is right. The full score of the small test does not mean that he can learn material competition well. This can not be achieved only by hard work, but also by talent.

Even if he had prepared early, Yu Wenzhou was still disappointed.

Jiang Fuyue looked at him inexplicably. The teacher may not be very clever.

Yu Wenzhou, who was not very smart, returned to his office, put down his test papers, sat on his chair and began to be in a daze.

How can Mathematical Olympiad be good, but not physical competition?

Meng Zhijian happened to come back from class, "Lao Yu, have you finished reading the monthly exam? If you have a problem, say it. If you have no problem, I'll give it to the top for signature and printing this afternoon."

Yu Wenzhou waved his hand: "print it."

"Oh, how worried? Is it someone who make complaints about you on micro-blog? Or is there any student in the campus forum who has a tucking slot?"

"Don't make trouble. I'm depressed."

Meng Zhijian looked at him and said, "what's the matter?"

"Oh, let me tell you..."

He told Jiang Fuyue about the test paper and repeated Xu Jing's theory of "limited energy".

"... is it easy for me to dig a good seedling for our Wujing class?"

Meng Zhijian: "it's not easy. Just this stack of papers?" he flipped it.

"Well, I've figured it out. Anyway, Jiang Fuyue is not the material, so I won't rob Lao Xu, lest his nose is not his nose and his eyes are not his eyes..."

"Lao Yu," he moved away from the test paper with difficulty and looked up, "are you sure - Jiang Fuyue is not, is, that, piece, material?"

"Yes, she didn't even finish a test paper one afternoon and one night. She only wrote half of it. Moreover, it's not a formal competition question, but an entry-level training. At this speed, she can't even reach the threshold of the provincial finals."

"Are you stupid?" Meng Zhijian couldn't bear it.

"It's not... Just talk. Why do you swear? You don't take such personal attacks!"

"... what a fool." Meng Zhijian left without such a sentence.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Class three!"

Yu Wenzhou was a little confused: "your head teacher of Class 17, what are you doing in class 3?"

Meng Zhijian, of course, went to find Jiang Fuyue!

Half done

Maybe only the silly old Yu thought it was half of a paper, but in fact, what Shangjiang Fuyue completed was half of all the papers!

At least a dozen.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fuyue is not only a blockbuster in mathematics, but also a good player in physics.

He just glanced around and didn't find a mistake.

Soon, Meng Zhijian came to the third class door, but he was empty.

"Where are the students?" he grabbed a colleague.

"Class three has gone to the playground for this PE class. What can I do for Mr. Meng?"

Meng Zhijian thanked and walked to the playground.

The playground is so big that there are more than one class in PE class. He looked for a long time before he saw several familiar faces in class 3.

Good guy, a group of people are around the basketball court.

"Liu Bowen."

"Who, don't bother me watching the ball..."

Meng Zhijian pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"Shit! I'm going to score! I'm going to score! Alas, I almost... Grab the ball! Press him! Press him on the floor and rub -"

"Liu Bowen!"

"Who's annoying -" No.

Uh!

"Meng, Miss Meng." Liu Bowen was stunned.

Meng Zhijian has a straight face. Unexpectedly, the first ten in class 3 and grade 1 are excited about this virtue. Look at a basketball.

"Just watch the ball. What's pressing on the floor? Pay attention to the unity and friendship between students."

"Oh." she was taught.

"Cough... Where's your ban Jiang Fuyue?"

"On the field."

Meng Zhijian was stunned and his eyes floated past.

Liu Bowen turned back to watch the ball, and then said, "lying in the slot - three points! Scored? Scored! How did she throw? Shit - it's so handsome. Why didn't you find Jiang Fuyue so handsome before?"

ten minutes later.

Meng Zhijian stood at the periphery, staring at the field without blinking, clenching his fist with one hand and beating the palm of the other hand.

"Avoid! Avoid again! Walk away! Lay up! Press him! Yes, that's it... Beat to death! Beautiful!"

He clenched his teeth so hard that he didn't let the shouts and cheers out.

What... The teacher's face still has to be stretched and can't be lost.

Others may not have heard it, or they may not have noticed it, but Liu Bowen stood in front of him. Coupled with his nervous tension, he always paid attention to Meng Zhijian's movements, even if the voice was small, he could hear it.

In this regard, he would like to ask: press him? Beat to death? Does your face hurt?

"Oh, Ho Ho - well done! Another three points!"

Liu Bowen: I even called. Is there anything else you can't do?

Meng Zhijian (shut up immediately): it's really difficult for the teacher to see the students play a ball