The head teacher of Class 8 quickly found out his glasses and put them on.
He then found the answer given by Jiang Jing and compared it carefully with this classmate. The answer he got was ordinary, followed the rules, and the most formal and concise method.
The students in the training class follow this step.
Even himself is no exception.
However, the answer sheet in his hand was different. He kept his eyes open and didn't miss a single punctuation mark. He even realized it suddenly after reading it-
"So this question means this."
The head teacher turned his eyes to the name, and it was no surprise that the two regular and beautiful words were words-
White squid.
He waved his hand and planned an unprecedented "10" in his usual score.
**
Nine o'clock in the evening.
Underground laboratory.
"The energy threshold is low," Jiang Fuli raised his head and took off his glasses. He supported the table with one hand and pointed at an energy diagram he had just drawn with the other, "But the kinetic energy before the quark collided and did not match the collision after the collision, wpmps took
Some of the energy left..."
He was straight and methodically analyzed the results he had just detected.
A curve diagram with a shallow pencil is comparable to a computer drawing.
The slightly dimming light in the laboratory hit his smooth side face, and every stroke seemed to be carefully outlined. The long and dense eyelashes slightly converged, casting a light shadow.
The team members next to them took pens and paper and wrote down what he had just said.
"That's all today." Jiang Fuli put his pen away and pinned it on the collar. His slender fingertips hooked a black mask from his pocket to cover the high nose bridge.
He is tall, and his black coat makes him look a little thin.
Everyone looked at his left back, and a boy calmly put away the recorder and spoke confidently, "What's wrong."
Others nodded one after another.
As we all know, Jiang Fuli's group is the most popular group in China. It is often because Mr. Jiang basically stays in the laboratory until twelve o'clock every day, and does not return home at night. It is not uncommon for him to rest in the laboratory for a month in a row.
A team member once heard the Jiang family ask him for questions because of a trivial matter, and he scolded him in the office for five minutes.
The Jiang family came to the back and didn't dare to come to him at will.
However, in the past two days, he has returned on time at 9 o'clock every day.
"Haha," the girl beside the boy took out the recorder in his pocket gloomy, "You secretly record with us on your back, right? I'll tell you why every time you answer Mr. Jiang's question is so fast!"
"He Wen, you deserve to die."
Boy: "…"
On the car.
Jiang Fuli sat in the back seat.
The computer was placed on the table, and the phone rang. He glanced at it and picked it up.
There was a male voice on the other side of the phone, "Why would you refuse the Gao family? Just stuffing someone in, and not asking them to go to the Jiang family. I knew that once your mother died, you wouldn't treat me as your uncle..."
Jiang Fuli didn't listen to the latter.
The car stopped slowly, and the assistant got out of the car and went to the trunk to get Jiang He's dinner.
Jiang Fuli looked out the window and through the window.
He could see Jiang He and Bai Feng still sitting at the milk tea shop, a small white light lit up above their heads.
Jiang Fuli was withdrawn from his emotions. He was slow and calm and alienated, "because it was useless."
"What?"
"I said," Jiang Fuli's eyes were shallow, calm as deep as a pool, suppressing coldness. He took a black notebook and got off the car directly, "I won't collect garbage."
Hang up the phone and Jiang Fuli walked in.
Bai Zi was doing a physics test paper, lying on the table to write the paper that the physics teacher just sent today.
Seeing Jiang Fuli, she raised her eyes, her chin was still on her arm, and she said hello lazily: "Teacher Jiang."
"I haven't finished my homework yet?" Jiang Fuli pulled away the chair opposite.
Nowadays, senior high school students have so much homework?
"It's almost." Bai Feng wrote the last line of words and saw the black notebook at his hand.
"This," Jiang Fuli pushed the notebook over with a very gentle and gentle look. His delicate eyebrows and eyes were as cold as ever, and even his voice seemed careless: "My previous physical notebook."
Bai Zi was cheering up, she looked at the notebook, her black pupils reflected the light above her head, beautiful and overly over, "Thank you."
Jiang He was just aside, staring at Jiang Fuli intently.
Because she had to go to a training class in the evening, Bai Feng did not ask Ji Heng to wait for her to go back for dinner. She ate in the cafeteria at night, and read books with Jiang He at the milk tea shop after school before going back.
**
Ji Heng would wait for Baishu to go back at the entrance of the alley every night, and today is no exception.
Nearly ten o'clock.
Bai Feng remembered the expansion of time, "Grandpa, are you sleepy?"
Ji Heng held the flashlight and wanted to say he was not sleepy. When he remembered what Bai Feng had done these two days, he spoke cautiously: "I'm a little sleepy."
"Ah," Bai Feng felt a little regretful, "Then I'll wake you up tomorrow morning."
Ji Heng: "..."
Is it necessary to call it?
The next day, Thursday.
As soon as Ji Heng opened his eyes, he saw the person squatting beside his bed.
"Grandpa," Bai Feng was listening to English words, but when he saw him open his eyes, he turned off his voice, "Are you awake?"
Ji Heng: "..."
Wherever he went, he followed him: "*&^%(^&%..."
As soon as Ji Shaojun entered the yard, he heard Bai Shi's lazy voice, "So time will change according to everyone's speed... Grandpa, do you understand?"
“…”
"Grandpa, why don't you speak?" Bai Zi turned around.
Ji Heng squirted away the mouthwash silently, "Maybe it's because your grandfather is brushing his teeth."
Why.
Why are high school students so energetic?
She doesn't have to sleep?
When did Ji Heng's yard be so lively? Ji Shaojun smiled and watched Bai Feng surrounded Ji Heng from the kitchen to the yard and then the storage room.
The breakfast was bought by Bai Zi when she got up early in the morning and went to Qingshui Street.
At 6:40, she heard the exact answer from Ji Heng's mouth, and then took her school uniform out, "Grandpa, uncle, I'll leave first."
As soon as she left the door, the whole yard became deserted.
Ji Shaojun looked at Ji Heng's serious look and complained in his heart, just pretend to be there. When you hear the word "grandfather", you are afraid that you will all be floating in the sky.
**
Xiangcheng Middle School has physical education classes in the third year of high school.
Class 15 is the last festival every Thursday morning, with Class 8.
There are only a few classes a week, and there are more than 80 classes in the school, and there are always several classes that collide with physical education classes.
"It wasn't there before," Lu Xiaohan, who was too lazy to move, sat next to Bai Shi and popularized her with science. "There was anonymous later, and the school had to arrange physical education classes."
Bai Zi was holding a black notebook and sat under the tree after the physical education teacher said he was free to move, slowly flipping through.
Even though she did nothing, many people pretended to look here inadvertently.
Another basketball flew here.
But this time it was a bit off, and the ball with a whirlwind hit Bai Zi's forehead.
A boy shouted anxiously, "Little—"
Bai Shi slowly turned over a page of paper with one hand, and didn't raise his head. He only raised his other hand when the ball was about to hit her face, and the ball that flew over quickly hit her palm!
The wind that the ball hit and brought her gently blew the hair scattered around her forehead.
At noon, the sun is just right.
She weighed the ball with her hands, raised her eyes and looked at the boy lazily. The sunlight shone through the cracks of the tree on top of her head, and she casually threw the ball to the boy.
He smiled at him, his eyebrows were as beautiful as jade: "Be careful."
The boy reached out to take it.
His face turned red and it took him a long time to come back to the team. Several of his teammates lowered their voices over there, excitedly, "Damn, so handsome!"
"Ten minutes," Lu Xiaohan came to her senses. She closed her mouth and counted for Bai Zi, "In just ten minutes, there were two badmintons, and three basketballs accidentally fell in front of you. Bai is so exaggerated! ”
Bai Zi smiled lazyly.
She lowered her head, took out her cell phone and took a photo of a black cat on her laptop and sent it to Jiang Fuli-
【Your drawing is not as good as my grandfather】
Teacher Jiang: [....]
Not far away.
"She is actually reading a book?" Shi Yutong stared at Bai Zi's direction, and the haze between her eyebrows was very heavy: "What are you pretending to be 85 points in the science and technology?"
Ren Wanxuan leaned against the horizontal bar, holding a bag in her hand.
"Sister Wanxuan, brother said, do you have any invitation letters from the International White Tiger Auction?" The squad leader of the eighth class didn't know what he heard, and came over with a basketball in his arms, mysteriously: "We really haven't seen each other yet. Pass."
Ren Wanxuan looked at Chen.
Chen nodded to her.
Ren Wanxuan smiled. She weighed her bag and wanted to open it directly. When she saw the white squid not far away, she paused for a moment, "Set a different place for you to see."
Lu Xiaohan did not dare to offend the eighth class of people, so he only dared to secretly complain to Bai Zi, "I don't care about it."
But I also know that being so rare by the people in the prince’s class should be a rare thing.
After physical education class, Bai Feng and Lu Xiaohan and Yang Lin went to the cafeteria to have dinner together.
Lu Xiaohan tried hard to prevent himself from staring at Yang Lin along the way.
After the meal, Zhang Shize and others came to Bai Shi's table. Yang Lin sat next to Bai Shi's side, and there was only a vegetable in her bowl.
Bai Zi put the chicken legs in her bowl and received tens of millions of child support. "This is the support that my mother gave me after she divorced my scumbag father. The support was not much. You remember to return it in the future.”
Yang Lin paused her chopsticks.
Lu Xiaohan's mind was spinning wildly, Bai Zi said several messages in one sentence. She opened her mouth and was about to say to Bai Zi, "Yang Lin won't want it."
Then Yang Lin said "um" softly.
Yang Lin had a quick meal and went back after a few bites.
Lu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize and the others were still sitting in the seat, which was shocked-
So they can’t deliver the goods because their parents didn’t get divorced?
"Student Bai Zi." After dinner, Bai Zi and his men walked to the second floor when they saw the head teacher of Class 8 who walked out of the second floor office. He was wearing glasses.
The head teacher of the prince's class, Zhang Shize and others naturally met.
A few students were afraid of seeing the teacher, so they went to the third floor to play and make a fuss.
Leave a blank space to one person.
"You did a good job of the last question," the head teacher of Class 8 stood in the corridor, sighed and was dissatisfied: "How did you learn literature before? It's really nonsense."
Bai Zi closed her eyes and was very honest: "Teacher, the topic I taught me yesterday was taught by someone else."
"It has nothing to do with teaching," he laughed. "I can understand your entire solution ideas from your steps. If you can understand that question, even if I put the training class, only those people can understand it. ”
Bai Zi really wanted to explain to this teacher.
If Jiang Fuli told them once, they could write it out, but they didn't know whether the teacher believed it or not.
She touched her nose and returned to the third floor after picking it up.
Of course, she wouldn't know-
Mr. Jiang didn’t scold them, so he would have done it. He should explain the topic?
Oh.
**
Class 8.
Chen and others never ate in the school cafeteria, and they only came back after eating in a private restaurant outside the school.
Ren Wanxuan returned to her position because she wanted to go for a meal and others had to read the invitation. She asked Shi Yutong to wait for them to take her bag back to the class after reading it.
As soon as she came back, she opened her bag.
"What's wrong?" Chen saw Ren Wanxuan's expression change, and he stood up.
Ren Wanxuan's face was so cold that she swept around the people in the class: "Who has come to our class at noon?"
This expression is obvious, something has been lost.
The people in Class 8 are all well-known figures in Xiangcheng. They all know Ren Wanxuan's identity in private and will not do such things.
There is only one possibility, outsiders.
"Not... it's that?" The squad leader looked nervous. He quickly got up and said the invitation letter.
Today, the whole class was lined up to read her invitation letter.
Seeing Ren Wanxuan's gloomy face, the squad leader knew that he had guessed correctly.
"Damn," he pounded the table hard and glanced at the people in the class, "Who has come to our class at noon?"
No one dares to speak, silent.
"That," After a while, a girl in the corner raised her hand silently and spoke hesitantly: "At noon, I seemed to see the transfer student in Class 15 coming to the second floor."
Ren Wanxuan has never been so angry. She has lived a pampered life since she was a child.
At school, people can only look up to her. Not to mention the things she put in her bag, even if she doesn't want it, no one has the courage to move.
Hearing the girl's words, Ren Wanxuan gritted her teeth, "Well, isn't it?"
She threw the bag onto the ground and walked directly toward the fifteenth squad.
While walking, I took out my cell phone and sent a message to her father-
[You have to bring your relative to our school to disgust me, right?]