"That's it for the real numbers part."
Lu Zhihao finished explaining the last knowledge point and raised his pen just as the bell for the end of class rang.
"Yeah." Lin Chaoxi was still immersed in the process of recalling knowledge and his reaction was a little slow.
"Are you listening?" Lu Zhihao asked.
"I'm listening, I'm listening." Lin Chaoxi quickly came back to his senses.
Student Lu Zhihao looked a little anxious, frowning: "You haven't studied this for two years, you must take it seriously. During the break, write down everything I just said."
"Okay." Lin Chaoxi replied.
The class became lively again, bustling like a small market.
Lu Zhihao stood up, pulled up his pants, and ran out to the bathroom with a worried look on his face.
Watching his back disappear into the night, Lin Chaoxi always felt that his current state was a bit like a taut guitar string.
Huajuan's ears have always been on them. When he found that Lu Zhihao had gone out, he slid on the chair and moved to her side.
"Don't blame Lao Lu, he is particularly nervous," said Huajuan.
"Are you afraid you can't teach me well?"
"How can I not teach you well if you want to learn?" Huajuan said sadly.
"So what's the matter?"
"During the last math league competition..." Hanajuan paused, "I forgot, you didn't participate last time."
"What happened last time? Did someone bully us, the mainland, again?"
The word "again" sounded loudly, and Zhang Liang gave him a cold look from the side.
"Is he guilty of being a thief?" Lin Zhaoxi glanced at Zhang Liang, then turned his gaze back to Hua Juan, "Or is it Chen Chu?"
"It's not them." Hua Juan tapped the table with his finger to calm her down. "Zhang Liang and Chen Chu are no match for each other. They are just little idiots. Do you remember the Jin Cup Tournament in the fifth grade when we won against Yongchuan and took first place in the junior high school group in the province?"
"Yes, I remember."
“We never beat them after that.”
"Oh, Brother Pei and I are not here, it's normal to lose."
As soon as Lin Chaoxi finished speaking, Huajuan tapped her on the head with a pen.
"It hurts." Lin Chaoxi covered his forehead.
With a whoosh, Huajuan slid away from the chair and was about to leave.
"Hold on tight, hold on tight." Lin Zhaoxi waved hurriedly, "Lao Lu will be back soon, don't you feel uncomfortable with all the gossip in your heart?"
Pei Zhi listened from beginning to end, and when he heard her say this, he nodded in agreement.
Hua Juan obviously had no chance against Pei Zhi. He walked back, put one hand on the table, lowered his head, and spoke in a particularly deep tone: "They are from Yongchuan Middle School. They are particularly mean, really mean, more mean than you can imagine."
Huajuan used the word "賤" three times in a row. Lin Chaoxi really couldn't imagine what kind of creature could make Brother Juan so angry.
"Then?" Pei Zhi asked.
"And because we beat them in fifth grade, for the next three years, every time we met in math competitions, they played pranks on us like crazy..."
Lin Zhaoxi: “Teasing”
"On the one hand, they looked down on our grades, but on the other hand, they told us seriously that we were their only rivals and hoped that we would do well in the exam and not let them down!" Huajuan grabbed a handful of her hair, "But putting a plastic bag on her head and knocking on our door in the middle of the night, does that mean they want us to do well in the exam?"
Lin Chaoxi was stunned when he heard this. What does it mean to put a plastic bag on your head... Isn't this style of painting a bit strange?
"We met those bastards from Yongchuan Middle School seven or eight times a year in the Jin Cup, Math League and other competitions. But our team results were always worse than theirs, especially in the last Math League, where Lao Lu didn't perform well and got second prize, which made the gap between our scores and theirs even bigger. Lao Lu felt very guilty."
"Oh..." Lin Chaoxi finally understood, "So Lao Lu is under a lot of pressure because he is afraid that I will get the qualification to participate in the competition and hold everyone back?"
"He doesn't think that way. He's more worried that he won't be able to do it." Huajuan didn't know what to say, "He's just worried."
“But isn’t the Math League an individual competition?
"So what?" Hua Juan was speechless. "Don't cities compare average scores? Aren't cities trying their best to compare 'how many first prizes did we get this year' and 'what is the highest score this year'?"
"That makes sense." Lin Chaoxi held his chin and looked at Huajuan.
As Huajuan was talking, he suddenly felt uneasy because of her gaze: "Why are you staring at me?"
Lin Zhaoxi: "I suddenly realized that you can actually represent our city in the competition. It seems that I really need to work hard."
"Snap"
The ballpoint pen hit her again. Lin Chaoxi covered her forehead and lowered her head silently.
——
In fact, before actually meeting those people from Yongchuan High School, Lin Chaoxi didn't know that the word "shit" could have so many rich and colorful forms of expression.
The Anning Experimental Junior High School Mathematics League selection exam was scheduled to be held as scheduled on Friday afternoon.
These days, Lin Zhaoxi got up early and went to bed late, reading day and night. The more she studied, the more she realized that during the time when she was eating, drinking, having fun and watching TV series, both Lu Zhihao and Huajuan had been studying hard and had become very good.
In fact, for her, elementary school mathematics Olympiad was something she could handle with ease, after all, she had taken the college entrance examination and was so far ahead.
But there is still a limit to knowledge reserves and capabilities. Over the past three years, her partner has never let up and is now almost on par with her.
In order to prepare for the exam opportunity that he had fought so hard for, Lin Chaoxi had to use all his test-taking skills.
She sorted out the frequently appearing knowledge points and important examination points in the past junior high school mathematics examination papers, and conducted intensive review and practiced the questions frantically.
After cram school on Tuesdays and Thursdays, many students in the cram school will stay to do homework and chat before leaving.
Lin Chaoxi then took out the practice questions he had made and asked those who remained to do them together.
Under the incandescent light, Lu Zhihao habitually advised her as he wrote her name: "If you want to qualify for the school, why don't you study more basic questions?"
"Wow, why do the questions look so real?" An Beibei looked at it for a while and interrupted Lu Zhihao with her shout.
Lin Zhaoxi: "I just looked at the real test questions and found similar questions."
As she spoke, she handed a copy to the classmate next to her: "Brother Pei, please give me a standard answer."
Pei Zhi took it.
The classroom became quiet, and the night breeze blew gently through the hall.
Lu Zhihao looked down at the test paper, scratched his head, and finally said, "Yes, it's pretty good."
There was no more talking in the class.
The few of them who stayed behind all got into the state in one second and began to concentrate on answering the questions.
Lin Chaoxi spun his pen and retracted his gaze from sweeping across the class.
She chose these questions because, on the one hand, she thought that since she thought they were good, it would be good to practice with others; on the other hand, she wanted to use this exam to see what her current math ability was like.
The clock moves to 9, and the time for answering questions ends.
Everyone stretched their backs, took Pei Zhi's test paper as a standard, and began to exchange and correct their papers.
Lin Chaoxi was assigned Huajuan's paper.
When he was in primary school, Huajuan often relied on luck to answer multiple-choice questions, so Lin Chaoxi was not surprised that he got all the multiple-choice questions right. But when she graded the subsequent fill-in-the-blank questions and essay questions, she could not help but be surprised.
After ticking several boxes, she couldn't help but look up and gaze at Hanamaki's "beautiful face" and said, "Your future dream is not to be an idol, why do you still study so hard?"
"Ah?" Huajuan yawned. "Wouldn't it be more popular to be a top student idol? The media is omnipresent. If they find my report card, it will definitely make big news, right?"
Lin Zhaoxi was stunned and began to try hard to recall the explosive news about the future and the national idol Comrade Ji Jiang.
It seems that there was a time when Ji Jiang’s report card became a hot topic on Weibo and sparked a nationwide discussion.
But you are only in junior high school, and you are already preparing for future hot searches?
"This is terrible. If you're not popular, who else would be popular?" Lin Zhaoxi drew a circle on the answer sheet and pushed it back. "This step proves that I was wrong."
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