Through the book: The villain’s son’s stand-in

Gu Cheng joined a total of four clubs based on his activity schedule and interests.

They are the Star Gazing Club, which holds a stargazing ceremony at 8:30 a.m., the Writing Club, which holds a reading group at 11:30 a.m., the Meditation Club, which holds a stargazing ceremony at 12:30 p.m., and the Cuju Club, which holds a 4:30 p.m.

That's right, Ke Jin dragged him to sign up for the last one.

But Gu Cheng also likes this ancient sport.

In addition, the previous ones are all held indoors, with few activities, and you just need exercise to relax your mind.

In addition to these two activities, Ke Jin also signed up for the handicraft club held at the same time as the writing club.

The classrooms divided between the two clubs are only separated by a wall, which makes it easy for them to go back to the dormitory to rest together after the class is over.

After the registration for the club was over, they walked slowly towards the Fifth Canteen.

Ke Jin jumped around Gu Cheng, looking particularly lively.

"Chengcheng, meditation requires a lotus seat, but my legs are too short, what should I do if I can't sit on it?" Ke Jin looked at the posture in the video and said distressedly.

Gu Cheng glanced sideways and said, "Look at the line in brackets at the back."

"Oh." Ke Jin read it word by word while reading: "You can find someone to help."

"Chengcheng, you have to help me when the time comes."

"Well." Gu Cheng looked down at his thin legs and hesitated for a while before saying, "I may need your help too."

Ke Jin subconsciously looked at Gu Cheng's legs, then looked at the picture, and suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, Chengcheng, we can help each other."

Gu Cheng deliberately didn't look at his stupid smile and strode forward: "I learned ancient proverbs well."

Ke Jin hurriedly caught up and said at a trot, "Of course, I want to skip the grade with you."

Gu Cheng didn't reply.

The tall Chinese tallow tree dropped a colorful gradient of leaves, covering the entire avenue.

They walked all the way, and after a simple lunch, they went directly to the dormitory.

Club activities are held at different times, but the first gathering is always on the following Monday.

After all, today is already Thursday, and it is basically impossible to read everything in one day.

Next Monday is the best option.

In the afternoon, two consecutive math classes became a nightmare for first grade students.

People like Gu Cheng and Ke Jin who learned ahead of time accepted it well, but those who were naughty, didn't prepare in advance, or were good at numbers would suffer.

As if listening to heavenly scriptures, his eyes gradually became dull as he looked at the holographic screen.

Teacher McGonagall looked at the reactions of everyone in the audience and sighed secretly.

She glanced at the time: "get out of class is about to end, you should take a twenty-minute break."

As soon as these words came out, the confused eyes suddenly lit up, and everyone seemed to have regained their souls and regained their vitality.

Mag left quietly and on the way back to the office, his eyes were filled with sadness.

Lyle was writing a report when he saw Mag and greeted her as usual.

I thought that Mag would only salute in return, but unexpectedly, the moment she saw him, Mag's face lit up and she stood in front of his work station, staring at him with burning eyes.

Lyle unconsciously took a few steps back with his chair, and stammered: "Mai, Teacher McGonagall, what do you want to see me for?"

Mag leaned forward and nodded honestly.

"Huh? Oh, then, tell me and I'll see if I can help you."

Teacher McGonagall's eyes were too aggressive, and her whole body exuded the aura of a scientific intellectual's fanatical pursuit of knowledge.

Lyle was just an ordinary liberal arts teacher, how could he withstand such a passionate look from her.

"That's what you said." Mag was overjoyed. His slender fingers easily hooked the corner of the chair, and he gently pulled it over to sit down. Then he occupied half of Lyle's desk very freely.

She spread out the lesson plan and asked seriously: "Teacher Lyle, please help me analyze it. How should I teach mathematics so that they can understand?"

Mag was very frustrated: "Obviously I have explained it in detail. Every theorem and formula has been broken into small pieces and fed to them. Why can't they eat it?"

Lyle smiled dryly, glanced down at the lesson plan, and his eyes suddenly widened.

You call this broken? !

The problem-solving progress is three steps, one big step, five steps, one small step. The formulas and methods used are not content that can be learned in the first grade.

It's amazing that they can understand.

Lyle recalled Teacher McGonagall's glorious resume and instantly felt that her behavior was very reasonable.

A mathematical genius who graduated from Noche Academy on Tiangong Star, because of the death of his parents, he resolutely returned to Blue Star to live with his elderly grandparents.

In order to be closer to my grandparents, I chose to work as a math teacher in Baijia Kindergarten, a school with more money but less trouble and close to home.

This is her second year coaching.

Lyle had a bitter look on his face, and he hesitated to tell her the reason directly.

Geniuses are stubborn. What if his words broke her heart and she gave up her career?

Mag seemed to be aware of his embarrassment and said with a sincere face: "Teacher Lyle, you can say it with confidence. We students of mathematics can be calm even if we have studied for hundreds of years and the guessed answer is unsolvable. accept."

"Okay then." Lyle swallowed his saliva and said coldly as he faced the students: "First, Ms. McGonagall, you are teaching first-grade students. They have just officially come into contact with mathematics. You are solving... When answering the questions, advanced mathematics was used. Don’t you know how to use the formulas and theorems you learned in the first grade to answer them?”

Mag frowned and replied: "Because this is the fastest way to solve it."

Lair suddenly took a breath of air, and he said calmly: "But they are only in the first grade."

Mag gave in: "Okay, I will only use first grade knowledge from now on."

"No, the formulas and theorems that have not been learned in the first-year courses cannot be used in previous courses." Lyle emphasized.

This time, it was Mag's turn to breathe in the air conditioning.

What's the difference between this and dancing in shackles!