Chapter 10 When you like someone, happiness is so simple
When they arrived at the empty classroom, Luo Yan had already copied the questions on the blackboard.
Luo Yan has a beautiful cursive handwriting, even if he uses chalk, his writing is smooth and flowing.
The Chinese teacher likes to emphasize written scores, but Jiang Zhao just can't practice his handwriting well. No matter how many copybooks he writes, without tracing paper, his handwriting will return to the original state.
When I went abroad to study, I neglected practicing calligraphy even more, like a stubborn elementary school student.
Lin Chongyang was very anxious: "I have already told them the first two questions, you can start directly."
Amidst a sea of knowledge-hungry eyes, Jiang Zhao picked up a piece of chalk and said, "This is the problem. If we want to prove the problem is correct, we must first prove that the lemma is true when n belongs to..."
Brother Xiong was ruthless but also showed some mercy. This question was worth fourteen points, but the first two questions accounted for eleven points. Although the third question was long and difficult, it only accounted for three points.
If you are not determined to prepare for the competition, you should not be particularly concerned about how to answer the third question.
Young boys and girls in blue and white school uniforms gathered around, their expressions focused.
The girl in the middle tilted her head slightly, her short sleeves revealing her fair arms. Her slender fingers held the chalk like a magic wand, and each formula was a spell, directing the characters under her pen to arrange like stars.
A breeze carrying the scent of flowers opened the curtains, ruffling the girl's hair. She tucked it behind her ear. "After proving the lemma, let's return to the original problem. From condition one, here, by repeatedly substituting the lemma, we can infer that for any positive integer, 1 + By belongs to S."
Jiang Zhao wrote the last stroke on the blackboard and turned back to ask, "Do you understand?"
Jiang Zhao is not very good at giving lectures.
When she was in college, her grades were always A's. Many classmates would come to her to ask questions. At first, Jiang Zhao could answer them patiently, but when they asked questions over and over again that Jiang Zhao thought did not need to be explained, Jiang Zhao's patience was successfully exhausted.
Sometimes she wondered how Luo Yan managed to answer her questions over and over again when they were in Mingyuan, questions that he thought were extremely stupid.
In the classroom, Jiang Shengnan and Su Chen were writing furiously on the blackboard, while several others were still discussing.
Jiang Zhao asked quietly, "Classmate, how was my speech?"
When she came closer, she smelled of lemon candy and the scorching sun. Luo Yan's Adam's apple rolled slightly: "Very impressive."
"Hehe." Jiang Zhao was very proud.
Later, she received countless compliments, often being told she was smart or beautiful. She was used to smiling politely and saying, "Thank you, you too."
But when Luo Yan said this, she felt like her heart was filled and she just wanted to laugh.
When you like someone, happiness is such a simple thing.
Jiang Zhao patted the chalk dust off her hands. Luo Yan handed her a tissue and pointed at his face: "It's all over my face."
"Oh." Jiang Zhao turned his head away awkwardly and wiped his face.
"Here." Luo Yan stretched out his hand, and Jiang Zhao just turned around, and his fingers stroked Jiang Zhao's cheek.
Suddenly, the sound of a cell phone taking a photo was heard.
Chen Huaiyu shouted, "Fuck! How dare you bring a cell phone with you? Brother Xiong will kill you!"
"I'm not taking it out." Lin Chongyang rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'll take a picture of it and take a look at it when I get back."
Pei Zhiyu interrupted, "Remember to post it in the group."
"Can you, Class 2, copy it on your own?"
Jiang Zhao asked: "What group?"
Luo Yan: "During the junior high school competition, they created a WeChat group."
Lin Chongyang: "Hey, class representative, I'll pull you in."
Chen Huaiyu: "Let's build a new one."
Lin Chongyang thought for a moment and said, "That's fine. The class representative and Lao Yang aren't in the group. Give me their WeChat and I'll add them later."
Jiang Zhao remembered: "I don't have WeChat."
Jiang Zhao's flip phone Nokia was limited to making calls and sending text messages, and at most he could play Snake.
Lin Chongyang was shocked: "Are you a primitive man?"
Jiang Zhao pretended to be thoughtful: "The small peasant economy has just evolved into the industrial revolution, not the information age."
"How about changing to QQ?" Chen Huaiyu asked.
Jiang Zhao: "No, I'll go back and get a new phone during the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"That's fine." Lin Chongyang asked, "Are you planning to sign up for the math competition this year?"
"I think so." Jiang Zhao said.
The preliminary round of the mathematics competition is held in October of the first semester, usually in the second year of high school. Only a small number of people will sign up in the first year of high school, and at most they just want to test the waters.
Lin Chongyang: "Even if you don't report it, Brother Xiong will report it for you."
"You are 142, so what do you care whether others with 150 take the competition?" Chen Huaiyu mocked.
"I told you I forgot to write the minus sign when filling in the blanks, can you please stop yelling?"
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In the evening, after finishing his meal, Jiang Zhao came to the classroom early to do his homework.
When passing by the office, Wang Guoxiong came out with a piece of paper. She saw Jiang Zhao and said, "The results are out. It's just right. The class representative is here. Take it and post it."
Jiang Zhao swallowed and went over to take it.
At the top of the list is printed: 2016 Class First Practice Results
Luo Yan Chinese: 1306th Mathematics: 1472th English: 1492th Physics: 1001th Chemistry: 1001th Total score: 626th Class ranking: 1st Grade ranking: 1st.
Jiang Zhao Chinese: 1324th Mathematics: 1501st English: 1439th Physics: 1001st Chemistry: 1001th Total score: 625th Class ranking: 2nd Grade ranking: 2nd.
Jiang Zhao read it again.
She is still second.
Jiang Zhao couldn't believe it. It would be fine if he failed the Chinese exam, but why did he fail the English exam?
She has lived in an English-speaking country for nearly ten years and speaks English more fluently than her native language, but in the end, her English failed?
Jiang Zhao walked into the classroom in a depressed mood. A few students in the class who had not gone to eat immediately surrounded her when they saw the paper in her hand.
"Are the results out?"
"Oh my god, why is there a 139 in Chinese?"
"It's over. My mom is going to kill me."
"I actually made it into the top ten!"
Jiang Zhao tried to push through the crowd: "Wait a minute and see, Brother Xiong asked me to post it on the back blackboard."
Someone immediately took the list from her hand and said, "I'll do it."
Jiang Zhao returned to his seat and couldn't help but complain to himself: "Why?"
"Why? I was just wondering why." Lin Chongyang slumped in his seat. "The top three are gone."
Lin Chongyang scored 601, ranking eighth in his grade.
Lin Chongyang is a god of academic eccentricity. He got full marks in physics and chemistry, but only 112 in Chinese. He seems out of place among the top ten students who scored 130 in Chinese.
"How about... you learn Chinese?" Jiang Zhao comforted.
Lin Chongyang: "What's so good about learning Chinese? I mean, I didn't make the top three in math, and it's fine if I can't pass the Yanshen exam, but now there's another one like you."
Jiang Zhao: "Didn't you ever beat him in junior high school?"
“I’ve won.”
"That's not bad."
"He missed the exam."
Jiang Zhao: “…”
Chen Bailing came back and said happily, "Zhao Zhao, I got 524 points! Twenty-third place!"
Lin Chongyang: "Grade?"
Chen Bailing: "Class, grade 55."
This year, more than 70 students from Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School were admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University, and 55 of them are already candidates for these universities.
Jiang Zhao: "Congratulations."
Lin Chongyang: "I thought it was the grade ranking. 23rd in the class, isn't that a positive number lower than a negative number?"
Chen Bailing: "Do you want to die?"
"I'm being honest. Even if you remove one digit, your score is still lower than the two people behind you."
Jiang Zhao glared at Lin Chongyang.
How come she didn't remember that the monitor was so rude?
Chen Bailing looked at the two tables behind her.
Right behind them: Jiang Zhao, second in grade, and Luo Yan, first in grade.
Behind the right, Lin Chongyang, eighth in grade, and Lin Chongyang’s deskmate, Yang Ziwen, fifth in grade.
The first, second, third and fourth place students in their class were all sitting behind her. Even her deskmate Xiang Xingzhi was in the top ten in the class.
Chen Bailing was shocked and realized: "I am surrounded by academic bullies?"
"Congratulations, girl, you figured it all out."
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