The eSports King’s Crush

After school playground.

Generally, there are always many people in this kind of place after school.

But today is different.

No. 1 Middle School was exceptionally quiet.

Zhao Jianjian always felt that something was wrong. During class, he still threw a note at Brother Nan. The content was very simple and rude: "Brother Nan, No. 1 Middle School is definitely trying to make trouble! You have to be careful!"

Mo Bei didn't tell him that it wasn't No. 1 Middle School who wanted to make trouble.

Instead, she made an appointment with that God K.

With that person's influence, it would be easy for the people of No. 1 Middle School not to go to the playground.

After Mo Bei read the note, he didn't move again.

But the math teacher standing on the stage and lecturing had already fixed his eyes on this "bad student": "Mo Nan, come up and solve this problem."

The math teacher disliked this "Mo Nan" the most. Although his school was really not that good and ranked first in the province, his teaching level was still acceptable.

Other classes can also pass the test at the last time.

Only the one at the end of the crane made him miss this year's outstanding teacher selection.

"If you can't solve it, you don't have to come here again!"

The math teacher grimaced.

Most people are waiting to see the good show.

Zhao Jianjian panicked and asked his deskmate for answers, wanting to help Brother Nan.

His deskmate was number one in the class, and he snorted with pimples all over his face: "Why should I help him, a crooked guy who was kicked out of the former club, he is very good-natured, so what if he can play games, I will I hate this kind of scum that sells people, don't you like to show off yourself, let him solve it by himself, and see what he can solve."

"You!" Zhao Jianjian was so angry that he wanted to kick someone.

But the boy over there had stood up with one hand in his trouser pocket, his slender legs were like a walking pictorial, he stretched out his right hand, and took a piece of chalk from the desk.

Mo Bei's fingers are indeed very suitable for playing e-sports. Not only are they long and slender, but they are also well-defined and beautiful.

There is also hand speed.

When a series of problem-solving steps appeared on the blackboard.

The female students in the audience only noticed the iceberg-like handsome boy's movements like flowing water.

The math teacher, however, paused heavily after seeing the solution.

Actually got it right!

He still uses the problem-solving ideas that he has never taught!

The heart of a math teacher is complicated.

This is really hell!

How could a person with more than 20 points in the math test be able to solve this problem correctly!

As a scumbag, Zhao Jianjian didn't know that Brother Nan had solved the problem correctly, and thought that the math teacher was mad because of his anger, and that's why he had that expression.

He made a look at his Brother Nan, which meant that you should hurry up and say something nice.

However, Brother Nan seemed to have cut off the signal with him, with his handsome face turned sideways, his voice was very calm and naturally cold: "Teacher, can I sit back now?"

It's over.

Brother Nan is really going to cool off this time,

Zhao Jianjian took a deep breath, afraid to look at the picture too beautifully, and covered his eyes.

But there was a sudden cough from above: "Go back."

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Zhao Jianjian was dumbfounded.

what's the situation.

Put Brother Nan back.

Shouldn't he just go out and stand for a class?

The math teacher pushed the glasses on his face and was about to talk about the second question.

The one who was number one in the class didn't understand why the math teacher let Mo Nan back. After all, the problem-solving process was very unfamiliar to him, and it was not at all the same as what the teacher had said.

"Teacher, since this person has problems solving the problem, don't let him continue to disturb other students. I suggest letting him go outside the classroom."