Chapter 1435

"Who does he think he is? How dare you share a table with Ziyan? "

"Those who have made up their mind to smoke before have been taught a lesson. How could anyone be so bold?"

For a moment, the classroom chirped.

The class director patted the table seriously, and the classroom was a little quiet.

"After that, Mo Yao will be a member of our class. Let's get along with him." The class leader spoke.

The words are said to the whole class, but the eyes mainly fall on the back of the teacher.

A few boys sitting in the back answered lazily: "I see..."

The class leader nodded and went out, indicating that the math teacher came in.

The classroom returned to the previous quiet, a few girls involuntarily secretly looked at Mo ziyao, handed up a small note.

"Who is this in the end? It doesn't look like an ordinary person."

"Yes, but how can there be a big family named Mo in Longcheng? Why haven't I heard of it? "

"Maybe it's not from Longcheng. Otherwise, why are they transfer students? I don't know which school they transfer from. The class director will give a detailed introduction to the general transfer students. How can he introduce only one name to Mo Yao? It's strange... "

"Well, it's strange to think so."

Mo ziyao did not know that he had become the focus of attention when he first came here.

He gently touched Ziyan's arm with his arm. Ziyan immediately gave him a white look, moved a distance and motioned him to look at the line on the table.

"No crossing!"

Mo ziyao looked at the line and thought it was very interesting. All of a sudden, it seemed that he was back in his student days.

He had already finished his studies in University. He didn't often study in high school. Instead, he skipped grades and finished his homework. He followed his father Mo Qianqiu to study business and family management.

Now think about it, high school seems to have been far away from him.

Ziyan is not such a bully as Mo ziyao, but he is enviable enough.

She was recommended to Longcheng University and will be an alumnus with yunqingxi in the future.

"After class, read a good book."

Mo ziyao is looking at Ziyan's side face. She suddenly reaches out her hand and waves in front of him.

Mo ziyao looked back and nodded: "well."

This "um" is a bit absent-minded.

First, he is no longer a student. Second, these lessons are not a piece of cake for him?

The math teacher on the platform saw his absence at a glance.

"Mo Yao, please answer the questions on the blackboard."

Huh?

Mo ziyao didn't realize that the teacher was calling him at the beginning. He didn't react until Ziyan gently poked him with a pen. He nodded, got up and strode onto the platform.

On the whiteboard is a mathematics problem written in black pen, which has exceeded the difficulty of high school. If it appears on the examination paper, it will probably be an additional problem at the end of the paper.

Mo ziyao took a look and picked up the pen.

All eyes fell on his tall and slightly thin figure, together with yeziyan.

Yeziyan found out that his brother ziyao had become completely different from his memory. He looked like an adult.

But the side face still has the youth's Qingjun, and a little bit similar when I was a child.

"Mo Yao, don't you?" Mathematics teacher saw Mo ziyao did not start writing, frowned and asked.

"Can't it be because of the poor grades that I transferred to our school?"

"We don't want people at the end of the crane!"

"That is, what's the use of being good-looking, an embroidered pillow..."

At the end of the classroom, there was a strange voice. Yeziyan was a little angry and turned his head to look at those people. Instead of shutting up, the boys became more inspired.

"Look, I'm so angry with you. I'll be happy with you in the future!"

"Ziyan, sitting with such poor students will lower your IQ, or I'll be your deskmate?"

Someone is bashful, toward son smoke said.

Ye Ziyan did not speak, Mo ziyao turned his eyes to see the talking boy.

The eyes were very cold, as if with a thin edge of ice.

He looked at the boy, a silence.

"Well, don't argue," the math teacher said solemnly. "Mo Yao, if you can't solve the problem, go down and listen to the class. You can't be distracted any more!"

Mo ziyao shook his head: "it's not that he can't solve it. It's just that there are three ways to solve this problem. I'm thinking which one is simpler."

Mathematics teacher

Three solutions?

Yes, there are three solutions to this problem, but how did the student know?"There are three solutions. Do you want to say it in Chinese, I don't know, in English, and then use dumb words to compare gestures?" There was a commotion.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom. Yeziyan, who was sitting in the middle of the crowd, turned red.

She was very angry. She was angry that her brother ziyao was bullied, and she was bullied for her own sake.

If brother ziyao didn't come to protect himself, if he didn't pretend to be a transfer student Wouldn't it have happened?

Brother ziyao is such a proud and charming person, where has he been said so face to face?

Ziyan is eager to rush to the platform and help Mo ziyao solve the problem. After listening to these sarcastic words, Mo ziyao, who is still silent, suddenly starts to write.

His handwriting is as clear and meaningful as he is. He puts forward three formulas and then writes the correct answer at the bottom of the question.

"Why, there is no problem-solving process, only the answer?" Some people don't understand.

But the math teacher on one side knows that the answer is not wrong at all.

What kind of genius is it that such a complex mathematical problem can be calculated directly in the mind without the need for a draft paper?

"The next step is to look at it carefully." Mo ziyao spoke faintly.

With that, I wrote out the steps step by step.

There are indeed three solutions, one of which is quite a few. The process of solving the problem is clear and the train of thought is clear. Compared with the teacher, it's not so bad.

All of a sudden, the stage was quiet, almost static.

Everyone looked at Mo ziyao, including the teacher.

"Mo Yao, you Have you ever participated in any math competition before? " The teacher couldn't help asking.

"No Mo ziyao shook his head and answered truthfully.

He was very busy every day before. He had too much work to finish. How could he have time to take part in any math competition?

"Very It's very good, "the teacher didn't know whether to be surprised or gratified for a moment. He said to the audience," if the teacher is not here in the future, you can ask Mo Yao if you have any math problems. "

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