In front of the podium is a middle-aged man with a somewhat stout body. His back is a little bent and he is supporting the podium with both hands. "Then let's look at this question. What should we do in the first step? Let's set the coordinates of the moving point m and use
Are the trigonometric substitution and the trigonometric identity theorem correct?”
"Then what should we do next? Write out the coordinates of other points too! Then it will be obvious that they are all collinear. Can we write the coordinates of point p? Does the slope of pq come out? Isn't it very
Simple, right?”
People in the class were drowsy and responded sparsely.
Lu Lingxi knocked on the door and said, "Teacher Xia, I will bring the new students over."
Some students in Class 15 looked up lazily. In the light, the new students were wearing a simple white cross-collar top with a small white poppy embroidered on the collar, and a black horse-faced skirt underneath.
Wearing a white dress and a black skirt, her black hair was neatly tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she had no other accessories on her body.
Her eyebrows are beautiful and lazy, and she has a temperament that people can't take away.
For a moment, the math teacher seemed to have traveled through time. It felt like he was in the Imperial College, and the person walking towards him was his most energetic female disciple.
She walked into the classroom and said in the silence of the room: "Hello everyone, my name is Bai Zian."
The atmosphere instantly exploded with a "bang" sound.
"Excuse me, please ask me, classmate, who are you?" A girl sitting in the back raised her hand excitedly and asked.
Bai Xiansi stood gracefully on the podium. When she heard this, she tilted her head lazily: "Xianman is from the Emperor's family."
"Wow!"
"cool!"
Some boys even slapped the table and started shouting.
Some girls looked like they were bowing their heads calmly, but in fact they had already picked up their phones and were communicating frantically in the group.
"Okay, you guys should calm down. Bai Qian, you take the empty seat in the fourth group," Lu Lingxi said with a smile. She looked at the girl with her head lowered by the window, and her voice became softer again, "Same as Yang Lin."
table."
Bai Zian took her backpack and walked towards the only empty seat in the class.
"If you need anything, you can come to me." Bai Qian's deskmate Yang Lin said softly. After talking to her, she kept her head down and did her homework.
"Thanks."
**
Lu Lingxi returned to the office.
"Wanxuan, I need you to write something for the bulletin board at the intersection later." Ren Wanxuan had been a famous teacher since she was a child, and her handwriting was good. Lu Lingxi also had a preference for her, "Also, you know about the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp, right?
"
Ren Wanxuan nodded, "I know."
Not only did she know that her grandfather was actively communicating with a doctor in Jiangjing.
"Some schools use preparatory camp software to write questions for top students," Lu Lingxi said slowly, "Our school recently had a quota, but there is only one spot, so the school will decide who to give it to after a month."
The quota for the Jiangjing Preparatory Camp is simply that of quasi-Jiangjing college students. There are too few quotas for this software. Ren Wanxuan remembers that even Beicheng No. 1 Middle School only has ten.
Unexpectedly, there was a quota in this school in Xiangcheng. Ren Wanxuan was very surprised: "I know about Teacher Lu!"
"Leave late after school, and there is training for the few of you who can compete for places. That's all. Go back." Lu Lingxi smiled and asked her to leave.
Lu Lingxi is not only the class teacher of Class 15, but also the Chinese language teacher of three classes, and also serves as the grade director.
She takes care of everything in the senior year of high school.
"Teacher Lu, I have put the transfer student's paper on your desk." The physics teacher reminded Lu Lingxi.
Lu Lingxi quickly put on her glasses and picked up the test paper: "Let me take a look first."
The first thing she saw was the words on the test paper.
This word...
When Ren Wanxuan heard this, her steps slowed down.
So that test paper is white?
The physics teacher held the tea cup and smiled: "85 points, the paper is simple, the score is a little low, but I learned the basic knowledge well."
Ren Wanxuan stopped at the door, her eyebrows slightly mocking.
She closed the door and thought casually, the physics teacher's words were really sophisticated——
Where is this slightly lower?
The initial comprehensive examination in Xiangcheng is very simple, all basic questions, with a total score of 300 points, and their class...
There is no one under 150!
In the office, Lu Lingxi was quite surprised.
"85, that's enough," Lu Lingxi held the test paper and smiled, "You don't know, Bai Qian's classmate is in the liberal arts class. If I think she can get 50, I won't persuade her to go back to the liberal arts class."
She didn't have high demands on Bai Pian. After all, she was Wen Zhuanli, and she didn't expect Bai Pian to get 200 points in the exam.
Lu Lingxi also doesn’t pursue the rate of getting into higher education.
"Wen Zhuanli? No wonder the words are so neat and neat. They look better than those printed on a printing machine." The physics teacher was just preparing a lesson and did not listen to the conversation between Lu Lingxi and Bai Qian. "It looks more comfortable than Ren Wanxuan's test paper."
I was also surprised that this transfer student changed his mind from Wen to Li.
Although the paper was said to be simple, most of it was basic knowledge, and she didn't do many big questions, but in fact, she only had to do...
All are correct, especially physics.
"She used the authentic Guange style," Lu Lingxi was a Chinese teacher after all. She said that she was a good child and her handwriting was so good: "In the past, scholars would use this font when taking the imperial examination."
Previous champions knew several calligraphy styles at the same time, but they all used Guan Ge style during the imperial examination.
Lu Lingxi had never thought about how many fonts Bai Qian knew. Nowadays, it is very certain that children can learn one font.
But now there are very few people who want to learn to manage the Pavilion style. What they admire is Liang style.
"Teacher Lu, don't worry too much." The physics teacher opened the tea cup. "Since she wants to study theory, she will definitely make progress. Don't look at it. She only has 85 points now. I don't think she is completely spiritual. If you don't believe me, just watch and wait.
In the college entrance examination next year, she should be able to improve to 170, and it is very possible to work hard to get a second degree."
He decided to pay more attention to this transfer student.
Of course, they don't know.
Wen Zhuanli, being able to score 85 points on the normal difficulty paper is indeed considered spiritual.
In their minds, the most difficult thing for Bai Qian is Wen Zhuanli. After all, it is already very difficult for Wen Zhuanli to get a decent score in the examination. How could they have imagined——
These 85 points are completely what Bai Qian spent five days learning!
As for the many other things I haven't written... it's entirely because someone hasn't started learning yet.
**
Bai Qian single-handedly established a niche in the forum of Xiangcheng Middle School.
Today, out of the ten posts in the list, eight are from Emperor Zianman.
These Bai Zian herself didn't know that although she was good-looking, she had an aura around her that was difficult to integrate into.
Like her deskmate Yang Lin, she is either reading or answering questions, looking like a top student.
He has the aura of being a domineering scholar, and others don't dare to talk to him.
School is over in the afternoon.
Bai Qian had her measurements taken today, and it would take two days for the school uniform to be issued. Among the huge crowd of people wearing school uniforms, she was the only one wearing her own clothes. She was a little taller than ordinary girls, clean and cool, and stood out from the crowd.
Jiang He squatted on the corner of the street opposite, and at a glance he saw the shining white thorns in the crowd.
"Why are you alone?" Bai Zian didn't see the person who had followed Jiang He around, so he took him to the milk tea shop on the corner.
"My brother will pick me up later."
School had just ended, and the milk tea shop was crowded. After the two of them waited for a while, the number of people started to shrink.
Bai Zian found a quiet table and sat down with Jiang He.
"Classmate Bai," the clerk handed two cups of cherry fruit tea to Bai Qian, "your milk tea is ready. The straw is on the left. Take it yourself."
Bai Qian recognized her deskmate, Yang Lin.
Bai Qian looked at the milk tea, which obviously contained more pulp than others. She bent her eyes and said with a clear and lively voice, "Thank you."
She took out two straws and noticed from the corner of her eye that there seemed to be a purple patch on Yang Lin's exposed arm.
"What is this?" Bai Qian withdrew his gaze and went back to give the milk tea to Jiang He.
The opponent took out colorful balls.
Jiang He took a sip and said, "Seventh level five magic cube."
He can already restore the center color block, but he is not proficient at the rest. He read Jiang Fuli's quick-twist restoration formula last night and is working hard to reproduce it.
Bai Zian opened her backpack and took out a large pile of objects. She had never seen a Rubik's Cube before, "Are you trying to restore the color of this ball?"
Jiang He nodded, dissatisfied with his speed: "My brother can restore it very quickly, but it takes me two hours."
"puff--"
The boy next door who just arrived with a basketball squirted out lemon tea.
"No, little brother," the boy turned his feet and turned sideways. He was wearing a school uniform, with handsome features and sunny features. He advised him sincerely, "Don't say such things in a calm tone. Be considerate of ordinary high school students.
"
Jiang He glanced at him and said nothing.
Boy: "..."
What's that look in your eyes?
What look?
"Hi," the boy choked, then greeted Bai Qian and introduced himself: "Classmate Bai, I am you..."
"Zhang Shize." Bai Qian recognized him. This was the table behind her.
She remembers everyone who introduces herself.
Zhang Shize scratched his hair and said, "So you heard us talking. Mother Lu said that if you have anything to do in the future, just come to me. I'm the sports committee member!"
Their class manager calls Lu Lingxi Mother Lu.
As Zhang Shize spoke, he saw a bunch of things Bai Zian took out——
It seems to be a motor?
Bai Zian inserted the straw in with one hand and played with the motor coil with the other hand, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Shize: "..."
Why would someone carry this thing in their schoolbag?
He said goodbye to Bai Qian with a puzzled look on his face and walked out of the milk tea shop.
A group of boys waiting for him outside asked him if he had the contact information of the transfer student. The transfer student carried out the murder with a beautiful weapon, but they could only watch from a distance.
"Ask me again tomorrow," Zhang Shize put his arms around his shoulders, and the two brothers sighed, "I feel relieved that you are here in the world."
The brothers were just about to be moved.
Zhang Shize: "Hey, that's great, I'm not the only waste."
"..."
**
It was getting dark, at the school gate.
The top students who received training for top students have just finished their classes.
Ren Wanxuan has someone to take her to and from school. She is talking to the driver on her mobile phone, "I have finished my tutoring class. Come..."
At the intersection around the corner, I saw a girl sitting under the streetlight, wondering what she was waiting for.
The school is so big, why do you meet Bai Zian again and again?
Is it such a coincidence?
Ren Wanxuan suddenly felt a little irritable. She looked at the other person's back, considered it for a long time, and then told the driver: "Drive the car to the back door, and I'll wait for you at the back door."
"What's wrong?" the boy next to her asked her.
"Nothing." Ren Wanxuan shook her head, not wanting to mention Bai Qian at all, "Let's go to the back door."
She turned around coldly and re-entered the school gate.
The boy nodded thoughtfully, and when he turned around, he only glanced at the intersection at the corner, "Then I'll ask the driver to wait for me at the back door."
And the crossroads.
"When will your brother come?" Bai Qian and Jiang He sat on the roadside waiting for people to watch the passing traffic.
The street lights are on in rows.
Jiang He reluctantly turned on his watch, "There are still ten minutes."
"Okay." Bai Zian lazily leaned against the street lamp post and took out the coil to play with it.
When Jiang Fuli came to pick up Jiang He, this was what he saw——
The girl was sitting loosely on the side of the road, her black hair was randomly pulled up by a gray-brown wooden hairpin, and she was playing with the motor in an extremely elegant manner. The rough motor looked more like a work of art in her hands.
Her facial features were very good, and her lowered eyebrows gave off a lazy look.
At that moment, it seemed that the moonlight was also paying attention to her, and she was soaked in haziness by the moonlight.