Sweet and crazy! The cold lawyer Song Yingnian married early

Chapter 11 Come and go without a trace

When the fan is turned on, it seems like it is not turned on. It rotates but there is no wind. It is lonely when it is turned on. Even if there is no wind, the noise is still loud, which makes people feel irritated.

Many clever students brought small fans and set them up on the table to blow, and stacked books high to block them. The teacher in class turned a blind eye. As long as they did not disrupt class discipline, everything was fine.

On the other hand, the leaders who usually come to inspect the classroom will confiscate it when they see it, saying that it affects learning, does not do their job properly, and is a serious heresy.

The students only dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. On the surface, they were submissive, nodded quickly in agreement, cursed behind their backs, and almost even greeted their parents.

Classroom of Grade 1, Grade 4

This class is a math class. The math teacher is from the Northeast. In addition, the teacher is not strict in class. The classroom atmosphere is active and you can chat at any time after finishing the questions.

"Recall what you learned in the last class, do a few exercises, learn a new lesson, then chat, drink water, go to the toilet, whatever."

As soon as the class bell rang, the math teacher walked slowly and walked in, with his hands behind his back, carrying a stack of test papers. After counting the test papers, he asked the class representative to pass them down. He sat back and passed them one by one, and then turned to the corridor to blow some air.

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Originally, there was quite a lot of agitation in the class, and because of the hot weather, tempers were getting a bit louder. After hearing what the math teacher said, the complaining voices gradually became quieter, and they started writing papers in unison with pens in hand.

After you're done, you can do whatever you want, chat as much as you want, and do whatever you want. The method of first bitter and then sweet is quite popular, at least it still works.

At the penultimate table of the fourth group, Shen Wanyi took the test papers from the front, took out two of them, and passed them to the back table.

Put one on your left and hold it down with a book to prevent it from being blown to the ground by the wind. Place the other on the table across the 38th parallel and pull out a book from it to hold it down.

After making sure that the test paper would not be dropped by anything, Shen Wanyi took out her own test paper and took it out. She held a pen in her slender hand and sat upright. She wore a loose short-sleeved school uniform on her body, making her look even slimmer.

The girl's expression was very serious and focused, and her lowered eyes seemed to only contain the questions on the paper. When she encountered a question with a complicated process, she frowned delicately, and wrote and drew on the draft paper, listing it in detail step by step.

step.

After finally solving the problem, I checked it several times and wrote the final answer on the paper. At this time, my frown gradually relaxed and I continued to focus on the next question.

Zhao Qiuyi at the back table poked the girl who was immersed in doing the questions with the cap of her pen. Her palm-sized face was about to wrinkle into the shape of a bitter melon, "Wanwan, how do you do this question? I don't quite understand. Why can't I explain it to the teacher?"

Too much the same?"

It seems that I am really stumped by this question, and I have no clue. The more I think about it, the more irritated my head becomes, and it is about to explode.

Shen Wanyi glanced back, listed the steps to solve the problem in detail on the draft paper, then explained it again, and asked patiently, "Do you understand?"

Zhao Qiuyi nodded, suddenly enlightened, smiled brightly, and couldn't help but sigh, "Wanwan, you are really my wisdom bag, I love you so much. It's already been in class, and your deskmate hasn't come back yet, where have they all gone?"

Shen Wanyi shook her head and said that she didn't know either. Her deskmate had always been like a dragon that came and went without a trace, and she never saw him more than once a day.

I still have a thousand words left to write about my high school memories. I don’t have enough time.

(End of chapter)