Chapter 85 Competition Class
On February 7, which was the eighth day of the first lunar month, Mingyuan’s competition training officially started.
In the morning, Jiang Zhao went from home to school and felt like he was still immersed in the vacation.
Walking into the back door of the school, she could see from afar across the basketball court that Luo Yan was walking from the dormitory area to the teaching building.
"Eh?" Jiang Zhao rubbed his eyes in surprise, and after making sure he was not mistaken, he called out, "Classmate."
She ran over and asked: "Are you living on campus?"
"Yeah." Luo Yan nodded gently: "There are some things at home."
"A fight?"
"Um."
He didn't know why he said that.
If Jiang Zhao continued to question him, how would he answer?
He made a big scene at home on New Year's Day for a very boring reason?
So childish.
He should have gotten away with it by saying he was too busy with the competition and had to live on campus, just like he did in junior high school.
He didn't want to lie to Jiang Zhao, but he couldn't tell the truth.
There was silence between the two of them.
Jiang Zhao could see that Luo Yan didn't want to say it.
Every time he mentioned home, Luo Yan was like a stubborn reef on the seashore.
No matter how strong the wind, the sun, or the waves are, he remains unmoved.
"I often quarreled with my dad in junior high school." Jiang Zhao said, skipping the topic: "Oh, I wonder if the school's competition class is difficult."
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In the Grade 11 teaching building, in the mathematics competition class.
After Wang Guoxiong finished explaining the study arrangements for the competition class to the first-year high school students, he took them to the classroom on the fourth floor of the second-year high school.
The second-year students tacitly left an entire group of seats near the door in the classroom empty.
Jiang Zhao turned around and asked in a low voice, "Want to sit in the back?"
Luo Yan: "Okay."
Yang Ziwen did not participate in the competition, Pei Zhiyu and Su Chen went to take physics classes, and Xiang Xingzhi took the roundabout way to save the country and went to take biology classes.
In his words, if you can't pass the math test, just change your track.
In the end, there were only five of them in the group who came to the math class, but including students from Class 2 and several other classes, there were about ten people in total.
Jiang Zhao and Luo Yan continued to sit at the same table. Lin Chongyang and Yue Liangjie sat in front of them. Chen Huaiyu sat with a classmate from Class 2.
The school has launched competition training in four subjects: mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology, with less than 30 places available for each event.
Other subjects are fine, but the math competition class is suddenly occupied by more than ten students in the first year of high school.
Even though Mr. Huang, who was in charge of the competition for the second grade, emphasized several times that this year's first grade students were very strong, the second graders still felt a little dissatisfied.
After all, there is still a year of study time left.
I didn’t see many people during the National Day holiday, and now there are so many of them?
Wang Guoxiong was so famous that it was rumored among the second-year students that their grade leader could not argue with the first-year grade leader, Mr. Wang, and that was why the first-year student's spot was taken away by him.
As soon as Wang Guoxiong led his group in, everyone in the classroom looked over, and they were all very curious about what was so special about these younger students.
Then I saw that the first person to come in was a sunny and pretty girl. She was holding a coat and standing there, wearing the bulky winter school uniform upright.
The junior high school girl had thick black hair, a pair of watery almond-shaped eyes, and a smile on her lips. She didn't look like she had been tortured by mathematics at all.
And sit directly in the last row.
The competition class is not like regular classes where you can choose to attend or not.
It really doesn't look like they take the competition seriously.
So the high school students were ready to watch the show.
There are three substitute teachers for each subject. The one in charge of the morning class on the first day was Huang Xuelin, the head of the mathematics teaching and research group in the second year of high school. As soon as he came in, he introduced himself.
Then each person was given an A4-sized question: "Write as much as you can. Let's see how well you have prepared."
There were only three questions printed on both sides of the A4 paper, and Jiang Zhao glanced through them.
A course in plane geometry, a course in number theory, a course in function.
She quickly made a judgment - Teacher Huang came to establish his authority.
The first two questions are not difficult, but they require some thinking. If you can't draw the auxiliary lines or find the key points, you can only hand in a blank paper.
The last one is very complicated and it will take a while to finish it.
After handing out the papers, Huang Xuelin looked down at the students and scratched his head, feeling very happy.
The students in their school are all very ambitious. During the National Day holiday, they aimed to pass the preliminaries, so they were lenient in setting questions, which resulted in the little brats being inattentive in class.
If we don't take tough measures this time, they might think they can easily cheat in the provincial competition.
Huang Xuelin blew the tea leaves floating on the cup with satisfaction, and caught a glimpse of a girl in the last row whispering something to the boy in front of her.
Huang Xuelin remembered that this was Teacher Wang’s treasure.
When they were discussing the preparation plan for the math competition and this year's competition goals, Wang Guoxiong mentioned it several times, and his tone was full of boasting, exaggerating as if the level of their school's math competition would be taken to a higher level because of her "good seedling" participating.
It was the first time he heard Wang Guoxiong praise someone like that, so when he passed by the high school honor roll, he took a special look at it. The person's name seemed to be... Jiang Zhao.
Huang Xuelin took a sip of tea slowly and said, "The girl in the back, come up and do the questions."
Jiang Zhao was originally discussing her ideas with Yue Liangjie, and Luo Yan reminded her, "The teacher is calling you," so she looked at Huang Xuelin.
Huang Xuelin: "The girl in the last row is you. Come up and write."
She was the only girl in the last row.
Jiang Zhao said "oh" and walked up to the podium obediently with the test paper in his hand.
She found a piece of chalk, walked to the other side of the blackboard and started writing.
Huang Xuelin didn't look at it carefully. It would take a while to finish these three questions. He sipped his tea, walked down from the podium, and began to inspect everyone's progress in doing the questions.
I looked at several of them in a row, and they all had sad faces and were in so much pain that they couldn't compose a single word for a long time. The better ones only started with the first question.
Huang Xuelin couldn't help but sigh. Fortunately, the first-year students before him didn't do very well, otherwise he would have been really embarrassed.
Huang Xuelin walked to the back of the classroom and finally stood next to Luo Yan.
Luo Yan didn't even raise his head. He had already finished the first question and was looking at the second one.
Huang Xuelin went through the analysis process of his first question and found no problem.
In just a moment, the boy had already drawn auxiliary lines on the diagram for the second question.
One look at the auxiliary lines reveals that his idea is correct.
Huang Xuelin nodded with satisfaction.
In fact, the level of mathematics competitions in Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School is already very high. After all, the school is rich, and when recruiting teachers, they aim to find people who can coach students to participate in competitions in various subjects.
Many of the students' parents are highly educated or from well-off families, and they have been working hard on competitions since early on.
Last year, there were 70 first prizes in the provincial mathematics competition, and their school won 25. Of the 20 places for the provincial team, Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School won 8, far exceeding other schools.
But it is not good enough in the national level. There are 200 gold medals in the national competition every year, and it is good enough if their province can win four or five. As for the 60-person national team selection list, it is only released once every few years.
If a good student can emerge in the first year of high school, Huang Xuelin, as the team leader of the school's mathematics competition, will also be proud.
He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard a girl say, "Teacher, I can't write anymore."
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