"The answer couldn't be clearer." Zhao Haitang explained confidently: "You get just as much rain from walking as you do from running."
"But this only takes into account the situation when the person has a straight back." Curry Sauce insisted on his own idea: "If there is an angle between the person and the rain itself, then it should be more rainy when walking."
Zhao Haitang's stubborn temper got the better of him: "What you say doesn't count. We will verify it later."
Zhuge Dali added: "The problem of walking and running in the rain actually has several variables, such as the person's running speed, the distance traveled, and the size of the raindrops."
"I remember a TV show did a related test. The method they used was very simple. They put on clothes with better absorbency, ran and walked the same distance under different raindrops at different speeds, and then weighed them.
The weight of the clothes and then draw conclusions from that.”
"In one of the tests, in light rain, two people moved a distance of 20 meters by running and walking respectively. The runner took ten seconds and his clothes gained eight grams, while the walker took 24 seconds to put on his clothes.
Gained ten grams."
"Experiments have shown that walking causes more rain than running, but it does not mean that walking and running cause the same amount of rain."
Lu Ziqiao took a mouthful of food and looked at the two of them: "Zhao Haitang, are you still tutoring for curry sauce?"
"Of course." Zhao Haitang was very proud: "I am not a man who gives up halfway. Since I have decided to help Curry Sauce with my homework, I will stick to it to the end."
Hu Yifei's face was expressionless when she heard this. She really couldn't stand it anymore.
Zhao Haitang is not very good at studying, so where does he have the confidence to teach Curry Sauce?
Zhang Wei lived with the two of them, and he couldn't bear the torture anymore: "Zhao Haitang, you can't teach well. There are still three top students here."
Hu Yifei usually has a headache teaching curry sauce. If she has to add another make-up lesson, she feels like she is going crazy: "I don't have time for decoration."
Tang Zhan has been studying secretly recently. His own study has not been solved yet, so he has no time to help Curry Sauce make up lessons.
But it’s not possible to say it directly.
It would be even worse to say that he was also a scumbag in high school courses.
Tang Zhan glanced at Zhuge Dali and knew what to do: "I rely on muscle memory for high school level questions. I really can't explain the ideas to her."
Zhang Wei was confused: "Muscle memory?"
Zhuge Dali explained at the side: "I also have muscle memory. I first see the correct answer and then work backwards to solve the problem. This kind of muscle memory is difficult to change."
Lu Ziqiao said with emotion: "Don't talk about muscle memory for curry sauce, just use your head to remember the questions."
Zhao Haitang was dissatisfied: "Although I am not a top student, I am at least more responsible than some people."
Tang Zhan really didn't intend to irritate Zhao Haitang, but this guy was just trying to provoke him: "I just don't understand. There is something called online classes. Don't you two know about it?"
Curry Sauce had a frown on her face, but she soon realized: "Yes, there are also online classes."
"What Tang Zhan said makes sense. My major is economics. I can only teach some basic high school knowledge. For more detailed content, you still have to find professionals." After reminding Hu Yifei, he added: "It's better than someone else."
Some people don’t know how to be strong when pretending to understand.”
Zhao Haitang did not dare to talk back to Hu Yifei.
at this time.
Chen Meijia walked out of the room, holding the printed A4 paper in her hand, and said very politely: "Good morning, everyone, I have something to ask you."