Let you teach, you play games with the worst class?

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"Teacher Ren, it's okay."

"The books that Wang Yu brought are so difficult that even he can hardly understand them, let alone us."

"We need time~"

Ah Wei looked miserable, and quietly glanced at Wang Yu next to him.

Wang Yu's face turned red.

Ren Yan was unmoved: "That's your business."

"I knew that when students from other classes came, you would be nothing more than that~"

"That look, I can probably imagine now~"

"Also, who told you that you must understand everything after reading the book?"

"It's sometimes a way to not ask for deep understanding~"

"There are so many books to read now, if you really want to cover everything, even if you give you another 500 years, don't even think about it."

"Looking at things to gain knowledge, you also need to pay attention to the basic law~"

"Can't you pick the things you need the most first?"

"When you come across something you don't understand right away, don't you just let it go for a while?"

"If it doesn't work, we can divide the labor~"

Hearing this, everyone in Class Nine was startled.

It seems that this is really the case?

Recently, they have been reading books carefully from the first page to the last page, seeking a mastery.

But in this way, the speed is indeed slow and difficult.

But just looking at the part that is needed, it seems, is it okay?

At this moment, Class Nine seemed to realize something.

After many days, my teacher finally gave another method!

In this way, the progress may continue to advance!

As long as the progress is advanced, can the students in other classes still despise us? !

Of course not!

Thinking about it, everyone in Class Nine smiled, ready to study their professional knowledge.

But when they reached the library area, they were suddenly taken aback.

This scene always feels familiar...

External force, comparison, guidance, learning...

'Made, my teacher is forcing me to study again! '

The next moment, they were ready to raise their middle fingers to Ren Yan again.

Then the goal was just an empty chair, and my teacher had disappeared.

Only a group of belated students were left, staring at the big eyes in the library area...

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Chapter 3 Thirty This is Class Nine! ? 【Supplement 1】

"Mr. Ren is too hurtful, using students from other classes to force your own students to study?"

"The key still looks natural..."

"Maybe, this is the catfish effect..."

"Catfish, shit, it's not clear who is the catfish. Now that Class Nine has mastered these things, which high school student can compare~"

"Pfft, I'm dying of laughter. In that case, Class Nine is worrying too much?"

"Well, maybe they haven't recognized their position yet..."

In the live broadcast room, netizens talked again and again.

Regarding Ren Yan's approach, he gave his own opinion, and then the topic turned to the upcoming foreign class students:

"What do you think these students are trying to do? Just listen to what Teacher Ren said, they have only been here for a week, and they can't do anything?"

"Maybe I want to take a look..."

"I'll give you a week, do you want to come?"

"Come!"

"Isn't this the end~"

"And you don't know. There is an old saying in China called "Ri Gun Yi Zuo". This thing is like chasing girls. You have to take it step by step. You must first get the other party's home before you can think about the next step. Do you understand~"

"Brother in front, let me explain in detail? (dog head)"

"Go, after you say that, I'm suddenly a little curious about the appearance of the students from the foreign class coming here..."

In the live broadcast room, netizens are still talking nonsense.

In the studio, the re-evaluation committee has already started its own analysis.

They believed that the main reason why Ren Yan agreed to the foreign class was that the ninth class had entered a period of burnout and needed some external force to intervene.

As a foreign class student of the same age, it is the best choice.

Moreover, they also learned about the current situation of No. [-] Middle School from the gossip, and also understood the cause of this incident.

They all praised Ren Yan for killing two birds with one stone.

After the netizens listened, they all sweated for the students who were on the road.

You said it's not good for you to find someone to provoke, why do you have to provoke Class Nine?

It's alright now, people are counting you to death~

'Children, there is still a way back now! '

In the studio, netizens also began to shout.

......

As the protagonists of this incident, Yang Yang and others naturally don't know so much.

Although they had already got their mobile phones, they did not immediately choose to watch the live broadcast.

Instead, they started chatting with each other and getting to know each other on the bus.

And imagined the life after class nine.

During this conversation, Yang Yang also learned about the situation of other students.

They are all similar to themselves, and have a strong sense of curiosity and envy for Class Nine.

It was also through the explosion of the liver that he won the first place in the class of the month before he got on this train.

But the only difference is that Yang Yang's score is 675, while the scores of the second and third class representatives are only around 630.

Subsequent ones are only 500+.

Even the eighth class, the representative's score is only 475 points.

This made him deeply aware of the unevenness of the world.

Sure enough, sometimes it is better to make chicken heads than anchovy tails, or I may not even be able to eat a hot one.

With a score of 475 points, any one from a class can beat the opponent.

But now, the other party was sitting on the same bus as him, and those students whose grades were much higher than his were still suffering in school.

'Maybe, this is the importance of choice...'

Yang Yang reluctantly smiled at the representative of Class [-], and looked out of the car.

Since the representative of the eighth class can only get a score of 475 points.

What about class nine?

Can Class Nine, who has been on a different starting line from other classes since ancient times, really be able to surpass this kind of achievement, can he really master things that even he doesn't know?

Involuntarily, a trace of suspicion arose in Yang Yang's heart.

The words of my teacher floated in my mind again.

[How much do you think those students who play every day can improve their scores? 】

[Can they improve your own belief? 】

'Is what the teacher said true? '

Yang Yang found that he seemed to be more entangled...

......

When it was close to three o'clock in the afternoon, the bus that Yang Yang took finally arrived at his destination.

In front of a port warehouse.

As soon as he got off the car, what Yang Yang could feel was the excitement, unprecedented excitement.

It is much more lively than the night market I visited before.

The voices of people are like a tide, and the shouts are like a sea.

During the period, there were also various hawking and the singing of seagulls.

Makes this place full of breath of life.

Secondly, there is the fishy smell of the sea.

As an inland student, Yang Yang has a strong reaction to this smell.

As soon as he got out of the car, he wanted to cover his nose.

But after getting used to it gradually, he suddenly felt that the smell had an added flavor of the ocean.

Looking around, there are only a few fishing boats and the endless sea as far as he can see, which makes his fatigue from the journey all the way washed away a lot.

"Class Nine is studying here..."

"Made, I'm so envious..."

'Are they really studying hard? ! '

Yang Yang expressed doubts.

Looking at other students, their reactions were similar to mine, with excitement on their faces and envy in their eyes.

"Teacher, where is Class Nine?"

After briefly observing the surrounding area, Yang Yang asked aloud.

The teacher responsible for bringing them over pointed to the door in front of him:

"That's it."

"Class Nine rented this place, and they spend their daily life here."

With that said, the teacher knocked on the courtyard door of the warehouse.

After several heavy knocks, a slightly magnetic but lazy voice finally came.