Chapter 86: Poaching
Huang Xuelin thought he had misheard.
He looked up at the blackboard. Jiang Zhao smiled at him and repeated, "Teacher, I can't write any more."
So the high school students saw that their usually "smiling tiger" teacher Huang suddenly walked up with shining eyes.
Huang Xuelin walked up to the podium, read it carefully, and even said several good words.
Jiang Zhao scratched his head embarrassedly: "Teacher, I'll go downstairs then."
Huang Xuelin asked, "Wait a minute, have you done these questions?"
"Questions 1 and 3 aren't there." Jiang Zhao picked up the test paper and looked at the questions. "Question 2 should be a real test from another province. I've done it before."
Smart, modest and hardworking, Huang Xuelin now understands why even someone as picky as Wang Guoxiong can praise her so much.
"Okay, go back."
Huang Xuelin cleared his throat and placed his thermos on the podium with a thud, attracting the attention of the people below. "Now write your names on the papers and hand them in."
No one in the class had ever expected that Huang Xuelin would collect the papers. Many of them only wrote one or two questions, and some even left them blank.
A comprehensive survey came unexpectedly.
It’s too late to copy from the blackboard now.
Huang Xuelin collected the papers and flipped through them one by one, saying with a look of disdain, "Look at you all, you haven't studied well, and your attitude is not right. Go down and learn from the junior students."
After reading the questions, he seemed to be angry and let out a breath: "Okay, now let's look at the first question."
Huang Xuelin is nearly fifty years old but still full of energy. He spoke for almost two hours in one breath. If anyone wanted to go to the bathroom, they could only slip out through the back door.
Huang Xuelin was reluctant to leave the get out of class until students from other classes passed by the window for the third time.
As soon as the get out of class was over, Jiang Zhao was surrounded.
The math competition class is dominated by boys, but among the twenty or so boys, there are always a few who are brave enough or eager to learn and ask Jiang Zhao what questions he usually does and what classes he has signed up for.
Yue Liangjie was close to Jiang Zhao and asked him questions. They didn't understand what he said, so they also came to "take the class for free".
Luo Yan picked up his and Jiang Zhao’s water cups and walked out.
Lin Chongyang glanced at the group of people crowded on the street, clicked his tongue, and followed them out with his water cup.
He walked quickly to Luo Yan's side and sighed heavily and artificially: "Oh, the class representative is really popular."
Luo Yan didn't say anything.
Lin Chongyang's heart was set: "Aren't you afraid that the class representative will like someone else?"
Luo Yan paused for a moment and said, "That's her business."
Lin Chongyang didn't understand what Luo Yan was thinking.
Say he is timid, but he can directly admit that he likes Jiang Zhao, say sour words like the whole world should like Jiang Zhao, and even come up with the idea of giving Jiang Zhao a crown on his birthday.
You might say he's bold, but he didn't even confess to the class monitor, and now he seems to be choking with jealousy.
It's confusing.
If only love were as easy as math.
"How could it be the class representative's fault alone?" Lin Chongyang decided to try a different approach. "How could it be the class representative's fault alone? What if the person he encounters isn't a good person, like that guy I told you about before..."
Luo Yan: "Cheng Jinyue."
Lin Chongyang: “…”
I still remember my rival's name very clearly.
Lin Chongyang added fuel to the fire: "If you want to poach our team, shouldn't you test them?"
Luo Yan unscrewed the lid of the cup: "She won't."
No? No what?
Look down on others?
Yes, his brother Yan really is such an arrogant person.
It's exactly the same as the little yellow man he wrapped up, who looks half-dead and has rolled his eyes.
Lin Chongyang decided to add more fuel to the fire: "Of course not. As the saying goes, if you wield a hoe well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down."
Luo Yan said: "If it's really that good, then it's fine."
Luo Yan filled the two cups, screwed on the lids, turned around and left.
Lin Chongyang still hasn't figured it out.
What is also possible?
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February 17th, which is the 18th day of the first lunar month.
Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School has started school.
As Brother Xiong expected, as soon as Jiang Zhao entered the classroom in the morning, the class was filled with a warm learning atmosphere.
Two-thirds of the people were writing furiously.
No matter how good a student's grades are, they can't help but be lazy during the Chinese New Year.
Chen Bailing, in the midst of her busy schedule, saw Jiang Zhao and Luo Yan coming in together, and her radar instantly beeped: "Why did you come together?"
Jiang Zhao: "He lives on campus."
Chen Bailing said "oh", but now was not the time to gossip, she quickly asked: "Wife, have you finished your homework?"
"I have written it."
Because her class didn't have evening self-study, she crammed her homework for a few days so that she didn't come to the classroom to copy homework on the first morning of school, which would have damaged her image as a "study god."
Jiang Zhao took out his physics, chemistry, and biology homework and handed it to Chen Bailing: "Copy carefully."
Chen Bailing began to perform Nuwa mending the sky.
At noon, a group of people sat together to eat. Yue Liangjie finally couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I'm almost free. I feel like I'm about to be squeezed dry by Lao Huang."
Jiang Zhao gloated: "I'll go to school tonight."
The provincial mathematics competition is scheduled for this weekend morning.
At that time, the school will send a bus to take them all there.
This week, they have to go to the second grade for the last self-study class before school every afternoon and the evening self-study class.
Chen Bailing was confused: "Wife, aren't you going to class?"
Why are you still mocking others?
Lin Chongyang sneered, "Then you don't know, Old Huang, the teacher leading the competition class, is particularly fond of her and wants her to go to class every day to do exercises."
Chen Bailing couldn't understand.
What kind of love is this?
This teacher might have a grudge against Jiang Zhao, right?
Jiang Zhao sighed pretentiously: "There's nothing I can do. With great power comes great responsibility."
Finally, after another week of intense torture, Yue Liangjie's long-awaited "day of liberation" arrived.
At seven o'clock in the morning, facing the still cold wind of early spring, a group of people boarded the school bus to the examination venue.
Huang Xuelin was still predicting questions for them the day before, but on the bus that morning, he switched his role from the team leader of the math competition to a psychological counselor, asking everyone to adjust their mindset and cheer them up.
The mathematics competition was held at the Provincial University of Science and Technology.
More than 3,000 people from the province will take the exam here.
The bus drove to the gathering place designated by the school. The University of Science and Technology also hung a large banner in front of the building with the words "National Middle School Students' Olympic Competition x Provincial Competition Area" written on it.
As soon as I got off the bus, I saw that many students from other schools had already arrived.
Although there are only thirty people in their school's math competition class, there are far more than thirty people participating in the competition.
There are also many people who are participating in other programs and cannot attend classes, those who are self-taught, and those in their senior year of high school who will sign up.
Math geniuses from all over the province gathered together, chattering and making a lot of noise.
Huang Xuelin took a flag with the Mingyuan logo printed on it. It was blown up by the wind and was particularly eye-catching.
When students from other schools nearby see the school flag of Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School, they will also take a few more curious glances to see what the strongest team looks like every year.
Xiang Xingzhi, Pei Zhiyu and Su Chen had all arrived a long time ago, but they hadn't found the main group yet. Now that they saw the school flag, they trotted over.
Lin Chongyang gathered his sleeves and said, "Hey, the runners-up are here?"
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