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"Yes!" Zhai Zhu nodded decisively, "The final answer is correct!"

Song He suddenly smiled. Since the answer was correct, the previous steps would not be wrong.

He turned around, faced the second big question, and quickly turned the marker in his hand, meditating.

At the same time, the students in the front row heard the conversation on the stage.

The uproar appeared from the front row and quickly spread to the back row!

"It's on fire, Teacher Zhai said that the answer to the first question is correct!"

"Pass it to the future, Song He's first problem has been solved!"

"It's so scary! Don't they all say that no one can solve these four questions? What is Song He, a god?"

"Awesome! My role model!"

"On this day, Song He first entered the realm of learning God in high school!"

The news quickly spread to the back row.

Ning Mo and Zhang Zhilei were overwhelmed with excitement, they turned their heads decisively, and lashed out at the older students who had made sarcastic remarks earlier.

"Song He got the first question right, how about it? Are you convinced?" Zhang Zhilei's expression was arrogant, as if she had made the question.

"The title of God of the River is by no means in vain, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!" Ning Mo winked at the old students.

The old students were astonished, and finally looked seriously at Song He on the stage. At this moment, they had to admit that the aptitude of this freshman was far beyond their expectations!

The old students talked one after another:

"Why don't you come back after finishing one problem? Song He wants to do the second one? You're so ambitious!"

"Terrible, if he solves half a question, he will catch up with Chu Long back then!"

"Not only catching up, but definitely surpassing Chu Long from last year. Chu Long was a sophomore in high school when he solved the problem last year, and Song He is only a freshman in high school now!"

"Impossible, Chu Long is the supreme god who has produced one for several years. I think Song He is almost done with one question. You see, he stood for a long time, but he didn't even start the second question."

"Indeed, I haven't heard of anyone doing two questions in a row. These four questions are not of the same difficulty, but one is more difficult than the other!"

The old students were stunned, and quickly found a way to win their respect, and introduced Chu Long as a mascot, talking freely.

Since the freshmen of high school enshrine Song He as a god, the old students of senior two and senior three choose Chulong as a mascot, and it is reasonable for the gods to fight.

It has to be said that this mascot is very powerful, and Chu Long has a great reputation, even Ning Mo and Zhang Zhilei, who have just entered school, have heard of it. In terms of mathematics, Chu Longruo ranked second in the school, and few dared to claim the top ten. He deserved to be the overlord of Western Chu!

The debate in the auditorium spread and gradually developed into a debate between different grades.

Suddenly, the debate stopped abruptly!

On the stage, Song He raised his pen and began to write the steps to solve the second big problem!

The competition students in the first year of high school cheered up collectively, waving flags and shouting wildly in their hearts, they dared not shout out to cheer, if anyone's noise interrupted the river god's problem-solving thinking, they would almost become sinners of the whole grade!

The students in the second and third year of high school were horrified, the situation was out of expectation again, Song He actually wrote the second question so quickly!

You know, it took Chu Long a long hour to do one and a half questions!

But now, Song He only took ten minutes, the speed is frighteningly fast!

Beside the whiteboard, Zhai Zhu had just finished checking the first question.

She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the pen, and drew a big checkmark on the whiteboard!

Turning on the microphone, Zhai Zhu turned to face the students in the auditorium with a look of relief.

"It's very surprising that Song He has already solved one of my four questions ahead of time."

"The answer is completely correct, the steps are seamless, and it can be called a textbook-level answer!"

"But we can't delay the lectures of hundreds of our classmates because of Song He."

"So, let Song He stay on the stage to answer questions, and I will continue to teach you topology."

Zhai Zhu dug out the PPT courseware, and gave lectures incessantly.

But as she talked, she found that...the atmosphere was not right.

The students in the entire auditorium were all eagerly looking at the stage, and no one lowered their heads to doze off.

At first glance, it seems that the students are in a good state of study, but upon closer inspection, it can be found that everyone's eyes are not staring at the teacher or the big screen, but... staring at Song He!

Zhai Zhu had no choice but to stop the lecture, walked over and pushed the whiteboard to the corner.

Song He followed the whiteboard, writing non-stop. He was so absorbed in his state that he probably didn't even realize that the lecture had started again.

Both the whiteboard and Song He had moved into the shadows in the corner, and their positions were no longer conspicuous.

Zhai Zhu was relieved and continued to speak.

While talking, she felt helpless again. All the students in the audience did not act, and stared straight at Song He in the corner, all tilting their heads, and did not give her, the teacher, any face!

Zhai Zhu's mentality was tangled and he had a headache.

If Song He is kicked out at this time, he will definitely miss the birth moment of a genius.

If Song He is not kicked out of the stage, he is too eye-catching, making her, the main lecturer, a little transparent.

Zhai Zhu is also a well-known famous teacher in Jinghai No. 4 Middle School. He is famous for his fascinating lectures and the fact that the students are not sleepy. After so many years, this is the first time that this kind of class has been out of control!

After a brief moment of contemplation, Zhai Zhu's eyes lit up.

She walked over to adjust the whiteboard again, turning the whiteboard 180 degrees on the spot.

The content of the whiteboard faces away from the auditorium, blocking Song He behind the whiteboard.

In this way, Song He can continue to write, and the students in the audience can't see the process of his writing on the blackboard.

After some manipulations, Zhai Zhu continued to give lectures with satisfaction, for being a teacher is really very witty.

There were whispers from the audience, and the tone was full of complaints.

"Teacher Zhai has done all kinds of bad things! I have taken apart all the melon seeds, and I am waiting to witness the grand event. What do you mean by cutting the live broadcast?"

"Damn it, it hurts! I want to see Song He answer the questions!"

"This crap lecture has no meaning at all. You can't understand what you listen to, and you can't learn what you learn. After all, the River God showed his might and performed on stage, but he still won't let you watch it?"

"If this was a TV show, and Mr. Zhai was acting so coquettishly, the ratings would have plummeted! Advertisers would have to rush into the TV station and shout for their money back!"

"Teacher Zhai, I advise you to take care of yourself, Song He to do the questions, the people love to hear and see, who are you!"

Some students felt uncomfortable all over, scratching their ears and cheeks, with resentment all over their faces.

On the stage, Zhai Zhu got a little angry and slapped the microphone, "Don't whisper! Listen to the lecture carefully!"

The lecture continues.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, forty minutes...

The get out of class bell finally rang!

The sluggish students got up together and sat up straight. The scene was like a forest rebounding after a strong wind.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the teacher expectantly, waiting for an order, and rushed to the stage to watch Song He's work.

"After the break in the last class, there will be no break in this class." Zhai Zhu switched to the PPT, "Let's continue the lecture."

"The last two lectures have already talked about the topological space of 3-dimensional visualization, but topology allows us to describe the existing objects in high-dimensional space. A typical example is the Klein bottle."

"The Klein bottle looks like a bottle, but it has only one side, there is no distinction between inside and outside..."

All the students were restless, like fleas were crawling on their bodies, and they couldn't hear what the teacher was talking about.

Some grumpy students have begun to greet the teacher in low voices without quality, and the voice of "Geneva money back" also appeared frequently.

In the back row, Zhang Zhilei and Ning Mo were aggrieved.

"Teacher Zhai offended everyone!" Ning Mo clenched his fists, "Why don't you show us Song He doing the questions!"

"Song He wrote another lesson, should he finish the second question?" Zhang Zhilei felt ants crawling in her heart, her small face wrinkled in pain, "Maybe it's the third question, Lao Song has always been very fast!"

"I'm afraid he'll be stumped for a long time. In fact, he didn't move a pen, but just stood there and meditated." Ning Mo was worried. Embarrassing."

"No, no..." Zhang Zhilei clasped her hands together.

on stage.

Song He suddenly left the whiteboard and walked down the stage.

Zhai Zhu, who was giving a lecture, saw a figure passing by in front of him, and was taken aback for a moment before realizing that Song He had left.

Just at this time, the get out of class bell rang!

The entire auditorium was instantly shaken, and all the students got up from their seats and scrambled to the front. Zombies crawled onto the stage to look at the back of the whiteboard.