Just like Zheng Lingling said, after Qiao Nan rejected a senior in high school that day, a few days later, a senior in high school came and asked Qiao Nan to "read a book" together: "Qiao Nan, I am a senior in high school and I know more than you.
One point, if there is any problem, we can discuss it together. It may not be good for one person to work behind closed doors."
This senior is much smarter. He knows that Qiao Nan attaches great importance to learning, and he starts with learning in order to persuade Qiao Nan.
Qiao Nan didn't pay much attention in the past, so she ignored many situations.
But since being reminded by Tang Mengran last time, Qiao Nan has become much more sensitive this time.
As soon as this senior high school student appeared, Qiao Nan could clearly feel that many people in the class were looking at her, especially at the door of their first class classroom, where many people who came to watch the show secretly gathered around.
"Are you in your third year of high school?" Qiao Nan tapped her pen on the desk.
The senior high school boy showed a confident smile, showing his snow-white teeth: "Yes, I am a senior in high school. Like you, I am very interested and confident in learning. My grades have always been good and I have not fallen out.
I am in the top ten of my grade. So, if we read together, we should have a lot of learning issues that we can discuss together."
Tang Mengran touched Zheng Lingling's shoulder: "I have the impression that this senior's family is very rich. The watch on his hand has four digits. Do you think this will be successful?"
Zheng Lingling took a sip of water: "I must be disappointed. I didn't see that Nan Nan had no impression of him at all. He is just like a passerby. It would be strange to succeed. What I am curious about is how Nan Nan will reject this senior year of high school this time.
Senior, let’s do this once and for all.”
Qiao Nan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Zhu Baoguokong's position next to her.
After Tang Mengran's reminder last time, Qiao Nan gradually figured out the rules.
These boys who came to invite her to "read" in the library usually came when Zhu Baoguo was not in the classroom: "The senior came just in time. I happened to encounter a problem and was a little confused. It was a math problem. Why don't the senior give it to me?"
have a look?"
"Okay." The boy smiled. What he was most worried about was that Qiao Nan didn't respond. As long as Qiao Nan spoke, he had plenty of ways to make Qiao Nan nod.
Hearing that the senior high school student agreed, Qiao Nan without saying a word, tore off a clean piece of paper from the notebook, then wrote a math problem, and then handed the pen and scratch paper to the senior high school student: "Senior, please help me solve it.
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"No problem." The senior high school student took the question confidently.
He is among the top ten in his senior year of high school, and he can't even handle the questions asked by him in his senior year, let alone the questions that only come from his first year of high school, pediatrics!
"Then I'll trouble you, senior." Qiao Nan leaned closer to Zhu Baoguo's position, leaving enough space for the senior high school student.
Soon, the high school senior's initial confidence turned to doubt, then to trouble, and then he began to frown deeply, his eyes showed contemplation, and then the pen in his hand kept writing on the words. In a short time,
, the entire piece of draft paper is filled with calculation procedures, but the problem is that the answer to this question has not yet come out.
When the boy found that there was no room for him to write on the scratch paper, the senior high school student hesitated: "Can you give me another scratch paper?"
"No problem." Qiao Nan generously gave the senior high school student a whole book of draft paper: "Use it as you like."
With scratch paper, senior high school students have room to play.
I saw the senior high school student lying in front of Qiao Nan's desk, working on it for about a quarter of an hour, filling three pieces of draft paper, but the answer was still coming out like a child with dystocia: "This question..."
"It doesn't matter if the senior can't do it..."
"No, I can do it. I just do it in your classroom. It's not an environment I'm familiar with and I'm not used to it. Otherwise, I'll take this question back first and come back to you when I have the answer. Then I'll teach you how to do it.
Do it?" The high school student's face turned red, and the excuses he gave himself were as lame as possible.
If you are not in your own classroom and in an unfamiliar environment, your ideas for solving the questions will not flow smoothly.
If this is the case, then this boy will no longer need to take the exam, let alone the college entrance examination.
During the college entrance examination, it is easy to change classrooms, but it is easy to change schools.
"Sure, absolutely no problem." Qiao Nan nodded and said very generously.
With Qiao Nan's consent, the senior high school student took the questions and left without saying a word.
Fang Fang pursed her lips: "Nan Nan, what kind of topic is it? I want to do it too, is it okay?"
"Okay." Qiao Nan smiled: "Let's do this. I'll write the topic on the blackboard, and anyone who is interested can do it. Everyone can also discuss it. This is the meaning of the existence of the school."
After saying that, Qiao Nan walked openly to the blackboard.
Qiao Nan rarely writes on the blackboard. As soon as the chalk tip falls on the blackboard, a beautiful hand writing on the blackboard jumps into view, making people dazzled.
"Damn, Nan Nan's blackboard calligraphy is so beautiful? I've heard that many people's handwriting on paper looks good, but when I first started to get used to writing on the blackboard, the handwriting turned ugly." He Yun was extremely surprised. Qiao Nan was the only one who looked like this.
The handwriting on the blackboard is even more beautiful than the teacher's, as if the printing on the book has appeared on the blackboard again.
"We should have gotten used to it by now. A versatile person like Nan Nan simply refuses to give us a way to survive." Tao Zhenqin gritted her teeth, loving and hating Qiao Nan at the same time.
"I've finished writing the question. Let's do it quickly." He Yun picked up the pen. She wanted to see what kind of question could make even a senior high school student cringe.
While most of the students in Class 1, Grade 1 were solving this problem, several students from other classes and even other grades copied Qiao Nan's problem and spread it everywhere.
It seems that just because of the scene just now, everyone feels that only those who can solve this problem are qualified to "read" in the library like Qiao Nan.
"Oh my God, if I don't do it, my brain cells are almost dead. This question is too difficult. Nannan, what kind of damn question did you ask? You want to kill me."
Tang Mengran was the first to give up.
Tang Mengran knew her own strength. She might not be able to solve such a difficult problem even if she was given one day, ten days or ten years, let alone one day.
She didn't believe that this kind of extreme problem would appear in her three years of high school.
Tao Zhenqin was the second to give up, and Fang Fang was the last to give up.
No matter what the order of giving up, the final result is that all the students in Class 1, Grade 1 gave up before the self-study class was over.
It’s not like everyone is a kid and doesn’t know their own strength.
Whether you can solve this problem or not, you will know it in your heart after a few rounds in your stomach.
Only a ghost can solve such a difficult problem. (To be continued)