Chapter 1375

"Yes, who does he think he is? He dares to sit at the same table with Ziyan?"

"Haven't all those people who had the idea of Ziyan been taught a lesson before? There are still people who are so bold?"

For a moment, the classroom sounded chattering.

The class director patted the table seriously. It was quiet in the classroom.

"In the future, this moyao student will be a member of our class. Let's get along well with him." the class guide opened his mouth.

The words were said to the whole class, but the eyes mainly fell on the back of the teacher.

Several boys sitting in the back responded lazily: "I see..."

The class leader nodded, went out and motioned the math teacher outside to come in for class.

The classroom was quiet again. Several girls couldn't help looking at Mo ziyao secretly and handed over a small note.

"Who is this? It doesn't look like an ordinary person."

"Yes, but where is the big family surnamed Mo in Longcheng? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Probably not from Longcheng. Otherwise, why are they transferred students? I don't know which school they are transferred from. Isn't the general transferred students and the class director going to introduce them in detail? Why did he only introduce one name to Mo Yao? It's strange..."

"Well, it's strange to think so."

Mo ziyao did not know that he had become the focus of attention since he first came.

He gently touched Ziyan's arm with his arm. Ziyan immediately gave him a white eye, moved a distance and motioned him to look at the line on the table.

"Don't cross the border!"

Mo ziyao looked at the line and thought it was very interesting. All of a sudden, it seemed to make him return to his student age.

He had already completed his studies in college. He didn't often study in school in high school. Instead, he skipped the grade and finished his homework. He followed his father Mo Qianqiu to learn to do business and take care of his family.

Now think about it, high school seems to be far away from him.

Although Ziyan is not a school bully like Mo ziyao, it is enviable enough.

She was escorted to Longcheng University and will be an alumni with yunqingxi in the future.

"Class, read well."

Mo ziyao was looking at Ziyan's side face. The little girl suddenly stretched out her hand and waved in front of him.

Mo ziyao looked back and nodded, "HMM."

The sound of "um" was somewhat absent-minded.

First, he is no longer a student. Second, these lessons are not a piece of cake for him?

The math teacher on the podium saw his distraction at a glance.

"Mr. Mo Yao, answer the questions on the blackboard."

Huh?

Mo ziyao didn't realize that the teacher was calling himself at the beginning. He didn't react until Ziyan gently poked him with a pen. He nodded, got up and strode onto the platform.

On the whiteboard is a math problem written with a black pen. This problem has exceeded the difficulty of high school. If it appears on the test paper, it will probably be an additional problem at the end of the test paper.

Mo ziyao looked twice and picked up the pen on one side.

Everyone's eyes fell on his tall and slightly thin back, together with the night smoke.

Yeziyan found that his brother ziyao had become completely different from his memory. He looked like an adult.

But the side face still has the youth's Qingjun, which is somewhat similar to that when I was a child.

"Classmate moyao, can't you?" the math teacher frowned when he saw that moziyao didn't start writing for a long time.

"Isn't it because of poor grades that I transferred to our school?"

"We don't want people at the end of the crane!"

"Yes, what's the use of looking good? An embroidered pillow..."

There was a strange voice in the last row of the classroom. When yeziyan heard it, he couldn't help getting angry and turned his head to white those people. The boys didn't shut up, but they were more inspired.

"Look, I'm so angry that you'll feel better in the future!"

"Ziyan, sitting with such poor students will lower your IQ. Why don't I be your deskmate?"

Someone was shy and said to Ziyan.

Before yeziyan spoke, Mo ziyao turned his eyes and looked at the talking boy.

The eyes were very cold, as if with thin ice edges.

The boy who was looked at by him was silent.

"Well, stop arguing," the math teacher said seriously. "If you can't solve the problem, go down and listen to the class. You can't be distracted any more!"

Mo ziyao shook his head: "it's not that he can't solve it, but there are three solutions to this problem. I'm thinking, which one is simpler."

Math teacher: "

Three solutions?

Yes, there are three solutions to this problem, but how does the student know?

"There are three solutions. Do you want to say I don't know in Chinese, say I don't konw in English, and then compare gestures in sign language?" someone coaxed.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom. The night smoke sitting in the middle of the crowd turned red.

She was very angry that her son Yao was bullied, and she was bullied for her own sake.

If brother ziyao didn't come specially to protect himself, if he didn't pretend to be a transfer student... Wouldn't all this happen?

Brother ziyao is such a proud and charming man. Where did anyone say that to his face?

Ziyan was eager to rush to the podium and help Mo ziyao solve the problem. After listening to these sarcastic words, Mo ziyao still kept silent, but suddenly moved his pen.

His handwriting was as clear and meaningful as he was, he put out three formulas in a flowing manner, and then wrote the correct answer at the bottom of the question.

"Why, there is no problem-solving process, only the answer?" someone couldn't understand.

The math teacher on one side knew that the answer was right at all.

What kind of genius is it that such a complex mathematical problem can be solved directly in your mind without draft paper?

"The next step is to take a closer look." Mo ziyao said faintly.

Then he wrote down the steps step by step.

There are indeed three solutions, and there are many of them. The problem-solving process is clear and the idea is clear, which is no less than that of the teacher.

The audience was suddenly quiet, almost static, and the needle could be thrown.

Everyone looked at Mo ziyao, including the teacher.

"Mr. moyao, you... Have you ever participated in any math competition before?" the teacher couldn't help asking.

"No." Mo ziyao shook his head and answered truthfully.

Before, he was very busy every day. He had to finish too many studies. Where did he have time to participate in any math competition?

"Very... Very good," the teacher didn't know whether to be surprised or relieved for a moment. He said to the audience, "if the teacher is not in the future, if the students in the class have any math problems, you can ask moyao."