After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All Big Brothers

  Chapter 30 Physical Talent, Lao Meng Zhenxiang

  Yu Wenzhou was embarrassed by Jiang Fuyue Qing Lingling’s gaze, so she touched her nose and explained, “You got a perfect score in this physics quiz.”

"so?"

   "You are a gifted child and should be nurtured."

  Finally, Jiang Fuyue left with a stack of test papers.

  Xu Jing exploded—

   "Old Yu, what do you mean?"

  "What do you mean?" Yu Wenzhou pretended to be dumb.

   "You know that Jiang Fuyue is my student, you still give her so many test papers, what do you want to do?"

   "That's also my student, why are you so domineering?"

  "I am overbearing?" Xu Jing smiled with anger, but his eyes were really fierce. "I don't have any comments on how she finishes her daily physics homework, but you can add something else to her. I don't agree!"

  "Why do you disagree?" Yu Wenzhou put his water glass off, and he was excited.

   "Just rely on me as her head teacher!"

   "Then I am still her subject teacher!"

  Xu Jing: "Don't think that I don't know what your idea is."

  Yu Wenzhou's eyes flashed and muttered: "What can I make of..."

  Xu Jing sneered, “What’s a full score? It’s probably due to luck. Besides, the quiz is not difficult. You’re probably too happy too soon.”

  Yu Wenzhou twisted his eyebrows, but did not refute what Xu Jing said.

  This time the topic is really simple, and full marks are not impossible. Maybe... Jiang Fuyue is really just lucky?

"Old Yu, you should know that one person has limited energy. After doing this thing well, it is impossible to do another thing at the same time. Jiang Fuyue now specializes in Olympiad. If you expect her to make a breakthrough in physics, even To reach the level of competition, I advise you to rest as soon as possible."

  The more jumping now, the more disappointed in the future.

  Yu Wenzhou fell into deep thought, and for a while, he finally compromised: "...not to mention."

  Xu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid of Yu Wenzhou robbing someone.

  As for not believing that Jiang Fuyue has the ability to participate in physics competitions, it is not nonsense. After all, no matter how smart and powerful a person is, he is not omnipotent.

  The next day, Yu Wenzhou finished class and asked Jiang Fuyue to return the set of test papers.

   "...so anxious? I'm only half done."

  Yu Wenzhou thought that "half" meant "half of a paper", and he asked casually: "How long did it take?"

   "One afternoon plus one evening."

  Sure enough, the difficulty became difficult as soon as it went up. It seems that Old Xu was right. A perfect score in the small test does not mean that he can learn material competition well. This can not be achieved by hard work, but talent.

  Even if he had prepared, Yu Wenzhou was still disappointed.

  Jiang Fuyue glanced at him inexplicably, this teacher is probably not very smart.

  The not-so-smart Yu Wenzhou returned to the office, took the test papers casually, sat on the chair, and began to daze.

  How can the Olympics and mathematics be good, but the thing competition is not good?

  It happened that Meng Zhijian also came back from get out of class, "Old Yu, have you finished reading the monthly exam questions? If you have any questions, just say, if there is no problem, I will sign it in the afternoon and send it to print."

  Yu Wenzhou waved his hand: "Print it."

   "Oh, why are you frowning? Is it because someone on Weibo is chasing you and scolding, or is there another student in the school forum that spit out you?"

   "Don't make trouble, I'm depressed."

  Meng Zhijian saw that he was indeed in a bad state, and said seriously: "What's the matter?"

   "Oh, let me tell you..."

  He told Jiang Fuyue about the test paper, and repeated Xu Jing's theory of "limited energy".

  "...In order to dig a good seedling for our sports team, am I easy?"

  Meng Zhijian: "It's not easy. Just this stack of test papers?" He flipped through it casually.

   "Hmm. I also figured it out. Anyway, Jiang Fuyue is not that piece of material, so I won't **** it with Lao Xu, lest his nose is not his nose and his eyes are not eyes..."

   "Old Yu," he moved hard from the test paper and looked up, "Are you sure-Jiang Fuyue, no, yes, that, block, material?"

"Yes, she didn't finish even one test paper in one afternoon and one night, and only half of it was written. Moreover, this is not a formal contest question, but an entry-level training. At this speed, she can't even reach the provincial finals threshold. "

   "Are you stupid?" Meng Zhi couldn't bear it.

   "No...you just talk, why do you curse? Don't take such a personal attack!"

   "...It's so silly." After leaving this sentence, Meng Zhijian walked away.

   "Hey! Where are you going?"

   "Class 3!"

  Yu Wenzhou was a little dazed: "Your head teacher of the first and seventh class, why are you going to the third class?"

  Meng Zhijian of course went to find Jiang Fuyue!

  Half finished...

  Maybe only the fool of Old Yu thinks it is half of a paper, but in fact Jiang Fuyue completed half of all the papers!

  Should you say there are about ten.

  Unexpectedly, Jiang Fuyue is not only a blockbuster in mathematics, but also a good player in physics.

  He just scanned it roughly, but he didn't find a mistake.

   Soon, Meng Zhijian came to the gate of the third class, but he was greeted with nothingness.

  "Where are the students?" He pulled a colleague.

   "Class 3 has gone to the playground for this physical education class. Is there anything wrong with Ms. Meng?"

  Meng Zhijian thanked him and walked towards the playground again.

  The playground is so big, and there is more than one class in physical education. It took him a long time to find a few familiar faces in class three.

  Good guys, a group of people surround the basketball court.

   "Liu Bowen."

  "Who, don't disturb me watching the ball..."

  Meng Zhijian's mouth twitched.

   "Damn! Going in! Going in! Alas, I almost... grab the ball! Press him! Press on the floor and rub—"

   "Liu Bowen!"

   "Who is annoying—" Not annoying.

Uh!

   "Meng, Ms. Meng." Liu Bowen was frightened.

  Meng Zhijian's face was stern. He didn't expect that the first ten in class three and the tenth grade would have this virtue. He was very excited to watch a basketball.

   "Watching the ball is watching the ball, what is rubbing on the floor? Pay attention to the unity and friendship between the classmates."

   "Oh." Baba was taught.

   "Ah... where's your Ban Jiang Fuyue?"

   "On the field."

  Meng Zhijian was taken aback, his eyes drifted away.

  Liu Bowen turned back to watch the ball, and then: "Fuck-three points! Got in? Got in! How did she shoot? Damn-too handsome, why didn't you find Jiang Fuyue so handsome before?"

ten minutes later.

  Meng Zhijian stood on the outermost periphery, staring at the court without blinking, clenching his fist with one hand and punching the palm of the other hand.

  "Avoid! Avoid again! Go! Lay up! Press him! Yes, that's it...beaten to death! Beautiful!"

  He gritted his teeth so hard he didn't let the shouts and cheers come out.

  So what... The teacher’s face still has to be stretched, not to be lost.

  Others may not have heard, or they may have not paid attention, but Liu Bowen is just a little bit ahead, and his nerves are highly tense, and he is always paying attention to Meng Zhijian's movements, even if his voice is small, he can still hear him.

  In this regard, he would like to ask: press him? Beat to death? Does your face hurt?

   "Oh Ho Ho-Well done! Three more points!"

  Liu Bowen: Even the call is here, is there anything you can’t do?

  Meng Zhijian (shut up immediately): The teacher wants to watch the students play a ball, it’s really hard...

  (End of this chapter)