After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

"There's only half a month left." Meng Zhijian's tone became solemn.

"It's too early this year, it's not good for us..." Yu Wenzhou rarely had such a serious look on his face.

The competition class had been stocking up before, and both of them were ready to play soy sauce in the National League this year. Who would have wanted to suddenly kill a dark horse like Jiang Fuyue and let them rekindle their fighting spirit.

The two of them have really spared no effort in these days. Seeing that things are getting better, they suddenly tell them that it is too late?

If it wasn't for the scruples of being still at school and being a teacher, I would really want to scold my mother on the spot.

Yu Wenzhou: "Aren't the preliminaries in the middle of August in previous years? What's the situation this year?"

Meng Zhijian pondered for a moment: "If I'm not mistaken, the above should want to leave time for the national team's training camp. After all, last year...the record was not good."

More than "unsightly"?

Last year's IPhO Huaxia didn't get a gold medal.

Yu Wenzhou clicked his tongue: "It seems that the above is trying to revive its glory." The competition among the contestants can also be imagined.

"The current situation is not optimistic for us..."

Meng Zhijian's eyes flashed slightly: "I think opportunities and challenges coexist."

"what chance?"

"You don't want to know where Jiang Fuyue's limit is? How much talent does she still have?"

Yu Wenzhou was taken aback.

"Every time she handed in the test papers, she was always right, and she never made a mistake in the practice. These questions are difficult and easy, and they are uneven, but her answers are always standard. Brains, or not so confident? Aren't you curious?"

...

In the afternoon of that day, Meng Zhijian and Yu Wenzhou convened a meeting of twelve members of the competition class.

"Two things to inform everyone. First, the time for the preliminary test of this year's National Physics Competition is set, July 12th..."

"Ah? It's so early? I haven't started the experimental part yet, it's over!"

"There's still half a month, and it's not enough to sharpen the gun."

"It's too bald, so I don't have a little bit of defense."

"..."

"Quiet! Listen to me -" Meng Zhijian's majestic voice reached everyone's ears, and soon, the classroom returned to calm, but the atmosphere was a little more solemn than before.

"Because of the lack of time, according to our current progress, we can't finish all the content before the preliminaries. Therefore, after discussing with Mr. Yu, I decided to conduct intensive training for everyone in the next half month."

"As the name implies, centralized training is to focus. In addition to the concentration of people you understand, the teaching content should also be concentrated. To put it simply, you should spend your time learning competitions during the day! You don't have to panic in experiments, because there are no preliminaries, and the main thing is theoretical part."

"Because of the suspension of classes, I have already reported to the school, and the grade has agreed, but based on the principle of voluntary participation, I will not force it. You can choose between the daily courses and the training camp. When you go back tonight, you can follow Parents discuss it and give me an answer tomorrow at the latest."

At this point, it has been made clear.

The right to choose is also in the hands of the students.

Jiang Fuyue was the first to stand up and say, "I'm fine."

Then five more people agreed on the spot.

The remaining six also brought back parental feedback the next day—all joined and no one left.

At this point, the vigorous training for the competition began.

In the first two classes in the morning, Meng Zhijian dismantled new knowledge points, and the last three classes were quizzed and commented on the spot.

At noon, rest normally.

In the afternoon, to test the mastery of the knowledge points in the morning, they usually do test papers, ranging from two sets to four sets, which are so intense that they doubt life.

But this is just the beginning.

As the knowledge points mastered continue to increase, the difficulty of the questions also increases visibly. One is that multiple knowledge points are intertwined with strong comprehensiveness, and the other is that the training specifications are getting closer to the preliminaries standards.

In just three days, some students learned to vomit directly in class.

Sent to the school doctor's office, the diagnosis results are as follows -

Or physical rejection due to high mental stress.

But in the afternoon, the classmate returned to the class to continue the class.

"Classmate Jiang, can I sit next to you?"

Jiang Fuyue and Liu Bowen were sitting together, but there was an empty seat next to her.

Liu Bowen smiled: "Hou Siyuan, I only vomited in the morning, do you still want to continue to abuse yourself?"

It was originally a joke, but Hou Siyuan nodded seriously: "The doctor said that I have to take the initiative to adapt to overcome the psychological obstacles, otherwise it will continue to be like this."

That's why he came to the Great Demon King Jiang Fuyue, wanting to feel the taste of tyrannical crushing up close.

"Young man, have an idea." Liu Bowen gave him a thumbs up.

Hou Siyuan's eyes fell on Jiang Fuyue, and he swallowed nervously: "Is it okay?"

"Okay." The seat is not hers, it's optional.

When the three of them communicated, Jiang Fuyue's pen didn't stop. When the class bell rang, she had already swiped the entire test paper and threw it aside.

Needless to say, it's definitely true again.

Liu Bowen is okay, he has long been surprised.

But Hou Siyuan didn't know.

After the class, Jiang Fuyue went to the bathroom.

Liu Bowen took the opportunity to lean over and snapped his fingers in front of the little brother: "Hey, I'm back to my senses!"

Hou Siyuan rolled his eyes with difficulty, before focusing for a while: "She she she..."

"Does it look like an emotionless quiz machine?"

Hou Siyuan nodded fiercely, "It's terrifying. Doesn't she use scratch paper?"

"I don't even suspect that she needs to read the question." You can write the answer directly.

Hou's three views were attacked and devastated by a storm: "How did she do it?"

Liu Bowen spread his hands and shrugged: "Maybe God knows."

"Know what?" Jiang Fuyue came back.

Liu Bowen immediately retracted.

Hou Siyuan also subconsciously sat upright with his back straight.

...

Meng Zhijian's so-called "intensive training" is, to put it bluntly, a high-intensity "question sea tactics".

Don't worry about anything, brushing questions is king.

In this regard, Jiang Fuyue has no objection. She is a good player, and she likes this way of getting started directly.

No matter how much you listen and talk about, it will eventually come down to doing it.

There are a lot of people who understand it but can't answer the question. If so, why not enjoy the thrill of this "actual combat"?

She was like a duck in water, but the others seemed to have lost half their lives.

Rao is that Liu Bowen has a solid foundation and a bright mind, and he almost can't stand it, let alone a grass chicken like Hou Siyuan.

Yes, he vomited again.

Fortunately, disposable plastic bags were prepared in advance to avoid the indescribable scene.

"I'm sorry...I, tried my best...but I can't control..."

He had no doubt that if he hadn't vomited at the plastic bag this time, but... Jiang Fuyue would definitely not be willing to continue to be at the same table with him.

"Lao Meng, we can't go on like this." Yu Wenzhou retracted his gaze and turned to Meng Zhijian, "The intensity is too high, and the level of the students in the class is uneven, we run too fast in the front, and those who can't keep up can only be punished. drag to death."

Obviously, Meng Zhijian also saw the training situation during this period, "I know..." But what can I do?