Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man Mo Qingjiang engraved Chapter 044 The events of the year [04] Mathematical modeling, Mo Qing participated
Chapter 044 The events of the year [04] Mathematical modeling, Mo Qing participated
"A little."
There's drama!
Song Yiyuan, who had been thinking about uncovering Mo Qing's past, immediately hinted: "I don't lack the time to listen to this."
Mo Qing looked at him coldly, seeing his eager and gossipy face, then closed the book, stood up and left.
"Hey!" Song Yiyuan called her.
Mo Qing pretended not to hear.
There is no point in digging up old accounts from a hundred years ago.
*
Lu Zhan discovered that Mo Qing deserted in the middle of the punishment station.
Surprisingly, Lu Zhan did not go to Mo Qing to settle the score after class. He knew that it would be useless to go to Song Yiyuan, so he bypassed Song Yiyuan and went to the dean of teaching to explain the matter.
That evening, Mo Qing was called to the office after class.
She didn't take Lu Zhan's mind at all and left a little late.
"Teacher Song, how do you teach this class!" In the office, the nearly forty-year-old dean pointed at Song Yiyuan and reprimanded, "Teacher Lu teaches so many classes, but your class is the only one who makes mistakes, aren't you ashamed!"
Song Yiyuan did not reply.
He stood in front of his desk, listening to the dean's stern scolding, occasionally frowning, but he endured it.
Lu Zhan stood aside and watched.
As soon as Mo Qing arrived at the door, she witnessed a scene similar to "workplace bullying". She glanced around and was a little surprised that Song Yiyuan did not refute, but listened quietly.
"Hello."
Mo Qing said lazily.
The three people in the office immediately looked toward the door.
Mo Qing raised an eyebrow, put one hand in his pocket, and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"Mo Qing, what kind of attitude do you have?" the dean of students shouted coldly, "You don't listen in class and you stand unruly. What kind of student do you look like! Come and apologize to Teacher Lu."
Mo Qing wrote lightly: "That's it?"
The dean's face fell instantly.
At the same time, Lu Zhan coldly gouged out his eyes at Mo Qing and said, "No need to apologize."
He turned to look at the dean: "I can't teach this student, and I don't want to teach him. From now on, I will not take classes in Class 7 as long as she is present."
The dean was anxious and quickly persuaded: "Teacher Lu, please think about this again -"
"That's a good feeling."
Mo Qing answered the words leisurely, letting the dean swallow all the words.
Song Yiyuan held his forehead and sighed throughout the whole process.
——His scolding was in vain.
——Ancestor, can’t you just calm down a little bit?
Just when the situation was heading towards a deadlock, there was a gentle sound of footsteps at the door.
There was a scent slowly wafting in, and Mo Qing felt it was familiar. When he looked sideways, he saw Wen Yingxue coming to the door.
"Tuk tuk tuk." She raised her hand and knocked on the door.
Afterwards, Wen Yingxue ignored Song Yiyuan and the teaching director, and nodded to Lu Zhan: "Teacher Lu."
Lu Zhan, who originally looked cold and arrogant, suddenly softened his eyes and his attitude changed greatly when he saw Wen Yingxue.
"Classmate Wen." Lu Zhan pushed up his glasses and asked pleasantly, "Have you finished the afternoon papers?"
"Well." Wen Yingxue held a test paper in her hand, "I have a question I want to ask."
Lu Zhan nodded: "Come in."
Later, Lu Zhan said to the dean: "Director Liu, you can handle Mo Qing's matter. The decision I made will not change. Otherwise, Class 7 will have to change its math teacher."
"Teacher Lu, don't, it's not good to involve the whole class for one student." The dean quickly persuaded, "You are our best math teacher. It is because of you that the average math score of our school has been improved.
The students in Class 7 are so innocent..."
The dean quickly tugged on Song Yiyuan's sleeve: "Teacher Song, please show your attitude!"
Song Yiyuan, who wanted to be invisible, was pushed out and could only echo: "I'm sorry, Teacher Lu, I will deal with Mo Qing's attitude problem properly. I will definitely let her reflect on her mistakes and give you an explanation."
Song Yiyuan spoke very sincerely.
However, Lu Zhan glanced at him coldly and arrogantly and said, "You have brought Class 7 to this point. You are the one who should take the blame and resign."
Song Yiyuan's expression stiffened.
After Lu Zhan finished his sarcasm, he called Wen Yingxue to his desk to give a lecture. As for Wen Yingxue, who was watching this scene, she didn't even raise her eyelids, pretending she didn't see it.
The dean had nothing to do with Lu Zhan, so he could only turn to Song Yiyuan and continue to scold: "Teacher Song..."
Song Yiyuan said hurriedly: "I'll have a good talk with Mo Qing, have a good talk."
After saying that, Song Yiyuan ran directly to the door, dragged Mo Qing, who was not happy, and disappeared.
"Song Yiyuan, look at your attitude!" the dean took a step back and scolded, "You are always smiling and playful, but you don't have the dignity of a teacher at all. No wonder the students in your class don't take the teacher seriously!"
…
A quarter of an hour later.
The school has ended long ago, and most of the students have left. Only some people who are cleaning and working overtime to study papers are left.
In the corridor, Song Yiyuan and Mo Qing stood together, leaning on the railing.
"Lu Zhan's background is such that even the principal would give three cents to it." Song Yiyuan gave Mo Qing a popular science guide, "He is a Dr. Turtle, and he does have some abilities. Most of the Mathematical Olympiad students he taught in the past were recommended for national awards.
"
Song Yiyuan sighed: "A teacher like him is a favorite of parents and school leaders. If you offend him, you will offend the parents and leaders."
Mo Qing frowned: "Is this the reason why you were scolded and kept silent?"
"Be patient. Although he thinks he is noble, I have always disliked him." Song Yiyuan spread his hands, "However, it is true that he improved the math scores in Class 7. How many people can be squeezed out by one point in the college entrance examination?
I can't ignore my students' future just to vent my anger."
What Song Yiyuan said makes sense.
From his personal point of view, of course he could ignore Lu Zhan's emotions. However, he was the class teacher of Class 7 and was responsible for the students in the same class.
"But don't worry," Song Yiyuan comforted her, "There is no need for you to express your stance on this matter. I will just imitate your handwriting and write him a letter of apology tomorrow."
Mo Qing said nothing, thinking deeply.
After a while, she saw Lu Zhan and Wen Yingxue leaving the office and walking towards the stairs, and suddenly asked: "Is he tutoring Wen Yingxue in the Mathematical Olympiad?"
"Oh, no." Song Yiyuan shook his head, "They are preparing for a mathematical model competition. Lu Zhan has been training students for this competition during the summer vacation. This semester, he found that Wen Yingxue was excellent in mathematics, so he roped in Wen Yingxue. Mo Sui'an
, Wen Yingxue, and a student named Sheng Qing formed a competition team."
After Mo listened, he asked calmly: "What are the requirements for students to participate?"
"No requirement. Team up with three people and sign up for the competition." Song Yiyuan said casually, "But our school doesn't participate in many mathematical model competitions. We usually focus on various competitions. For this thing, you have to learn how to model."
The sun sets in the west and the sunset is gorgeous.
The wind ruffled Mo Qing's broken hair, and she said lazily: "I want to participate."
