The physics teacher drew a circuit diagram on the blackboard and taught students how to distinguish between a voltmeter and an ammeter.
The chemistry teacher was doing experiments with instruments at the podium, letting the students observe the chemical reactions.
The history teacher spoke eloquently, as if the five thousand years of Chinese history were all in his mind.
…
When school was over, Cong Nian stretched.
Yu Xinghe packed her schoolbag and put the homework she was going to do into it.
"After school, I'll play basketball with Shi Yi and the others. If you've finished your homework, send me your location and I'll pick you up."
He Sui picked up his schoolbag and was about to leave.
"You don't do your homework?"
Cong Nian looked at the homework books piled up beside him.
As the study committee member of Class 4, I was just about to tell him to "study hard" when I heard him say:
"I've finished writing."
He shrugged after saying that, and it didn't look fake.
Cong Nian suspiciously opened the math homework book on top.
Neat handwriting and clear and organized problem-solving ideas.
“When did you write…”
In the afternoon, I saw him writing very quickly.
I thought he was memorizing chemical and physics formulas, but it turns out he was doing homework?!
Cong Nian was a little confused.
Doesn’t he like studying?
Aunt Lin also asked her to take good care of him and make him listen carefully in class...
"During the afternoon class."
He Sui took his math homework book from her hand, came in front of her and smiled:
"Just because I don't like studying doesn't mean my grades are bad."
"Do your homework well."
He shook the workbook in his hand, put it aside, and waved as he walked towards the classroom door:
"Leave."
Cong Nian looked at his back in surprise.
He can finish the homework without paying attention in class?!
"He He, do you think this answer is correct?"
She didn't believe it and held up He Sui's homework book in front of the university bully Yu Xinghe.
Yu Xinghe glanced at it and nodded:
"I finished my math homework at noon, and this is the answer."
"This handwriting doesn't look like yours. Whose notebook is this?"
Cong Nian silently put He Sui's homework book back.
In a class, there are always a few people who study the least seriously but have the best grades.
I guess you're talking about him.
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