Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

Zheng Yan didn't even have time to stop before she bumped into the table, and her face wrinkled like an orange peel due to the pain.

Wang Bo didn't pay attention to Zheng Yan, he just sat there comfortably and saw a piece of paper on Daiyu's desk with Arabic numerals "1, 2, 3, 4...100" written on it.

The following was carefully translated using capital letters “one, two, three, four…one hundred”.

Writing every stroke seriously, this student seems to be learning something new?

In front of the blackboard, Daiyu had just learned Arabic numerals, so she probably understood the questions the teacher wrote on the blackboard.

She picked up her pen and began to answer.

Although she could understand Arabic numerals, she didn't change her habit of answering questions.

On the blackboard, she first wrote directly with the chalk:

[The solution data is one hundred and thirty-three]

Zheng Yan looked at the blackboard in her heart and thought to herself that your No. 183 Middle School score is really fake. I wrote the answer next to it, and you copied it wrong.

Next, Daiyu follows the steps to solve the problem:

The whole paper was filled with “Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Ren, Gui”, as well as “Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai”, which shocked the teacher and students.

Even Yang Liushu, whose grades were always poor, cried out "What a shame".

The math teacher was so scared that he jumped up from his bench.

This is all written about something.

Only when Lu Fang saw the steps Daiyu took to solve the problem, he couldn't help but feel surprised. He quickly opened Baidu on his phone and searched the history of ancient Chinese mathematics. Comparing it with the fortune-telling characters on the blackboard, his eyes became deep.

Zheng Yan originally wanted to wait until Daiyu finished writing and then give her a good hint.

Judging from the current situation, there is no need for any connotation. Zheng Yan sneered directly:

"Lin Daiyu, are you solving the problem just to make up the word count?"

If Lin Daiyu had copied the final answer "183" incorrectly just now, then Zheng Yan would have had no other emotions or feelings except ridicule when she wrote this bunch of nonsense afterwards.

Daiyu calmly listed the steps to solve the problem, turned around gracefully, and walked to her seat.

The willow tree bowed directly to her:

"Sister Lin, we already have the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, so how far can the Eight Trigrams be?"

Lin Daiyu replied to the willow tree seriously:

"Willow, you understand math."

Zheng Yan said with contempt:

"Oh, you're not afraid of being embarrassed if you tell others about it. You know math, but you can't even write Arabic numerals clearly."

She had just seen the handwritten Arabic numeral translation page on Daiyu's desk, as well as Daiyu's fabricated words on the blackboard.

The willow tree made a face at her and joined in the fun:

"Lin Daiyu is awesome. You are teaching science students about our traditional culture in math class."

Yang Liushu was just there to watch the fun, after all, Zheng Yan's words when she came in just now had rubbed the IQs of all of them, even though he didn't have a good command of math, he still knew the basics.

He made this comment as a joke.

Other students have already started to make fun of me:

"That's right, students who can't tell fortunes are not worthy of studying liberal arts."

"Hahahahaha, using geography knowledge to solve math problems, Lin Daiyu, you bastard!"

……

Some students were already laughing so hard that they were out of breath. Yang Liushu took out his phone, took a photo, and posted it on WeChat Moments:

[Seduction.JPGSeduction.JPGSeduction.JPGFrom "Water Margin" to "National Geographic", my sister Lin is not only good at pulling plants, but also at fortune-telling [Picture.JPG]]

Zheng Yan said disdainfully:

"A bunch of stinky fortune-telling liberal arts students, so self-righteous."

Xu Shaohua frowned and looked at the students. His patience had been exhausted. He spoke to Wang Bo in dissatisfaction:

"Teacher, Zheng Yan and I have precious time. If the math level of your classmates is like this, I'm sorry I can't keep you company."

His tone was full of threats.

The math teacher quickly tried to smooth things over. He walked quickly to the front of the lecture hall and urged the students to be quiet.

Then she held a piece of chalk and made a small hook at the end of Zheng Yan's answer, and then drew a stroke downwards at the position of the upward curved hook -

Students who have attended nine years of compulsory education know that this means that the answer is flawed and is not a perfect solution.

Zheng Yan's eyes were originally fixed on Lu Fang, but now, because the math teacher came on stage, she was waiting to make Lin Daiyu die socially, and her eyes had already moved to the math teacher's chalk tip.

When she saw that the math teacher gave her a half-tick, a bit of anger appeared on her face:

"Teacher, what do you mean?"

Xu Shaohua was obviously dissatisfied as well. He frowned and thought to himself, has the level of this math teacher who teaches the liberal arts class become so bad?

Zheng Yan's answer is obviously the correct one.

Even the other students below were confused. They had just been making fun of others simply because they were in a playful mood.

But they still take math problems very seriously.

For this problem posed by the math teacher, Zheng Yan's solution steps and answer seem correct no matter how you look at them.

Wang Bo smiled and glanced at Zheng Yan, then he turned around, looked at the students face to face, and said:

"Today, I am very grateful to Zheng Yan for sharing her experience in learning mathematics with us. Zheng Yan is right. Mathematics does require more practice. However, mathematics is a rigorous subject. We need to examine the questions carefully and answer them seriously. There is no room for ambiguity."

Zheng Yan sneered:

"Teacher, you also think I should do more exercises, right? Then please re-check the box below my answer."

She looked at the half hook and her obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in. She wanted to go up and redraw a complete hook herself.

Wang Bo advised earnestly:

"Student Zheng Yan, please be patient."

Then Wang Bo held the chalk in his hand, pointed at Zheng Yan's solution, and said:

"The steps for solving the problem written by Zheng Yan are indeed correct, but the answer... still has some flaws."

After finishing speaking, Wang Bo moved the chalk to Daiyu's problem solving -

[The solution data is one hundred and thirty-three]

I put a √ on this position.

Now, not only Zheng Yan was speechless and mad, but even the students in the audience were whispering:

"what's the situation?"

"Didn't Sister Lin answer the question randomly just now?"

"Does our Lao Wang have Parkinson's disease?"

……

When Xu Shaohua saw Wang Bo doing this, he shook his head, as if to say that the whole class was hopeless. Then, he squeezed a voice through his nose with disdain:

"Oh, the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam is crooked."

Wang Bo obviously heard Xu Shaohua's cold snort, but he didn't get angry and continued to speak with a smile.

He walked to the blackboard and drew a line under the question condition "Please use duodecimal to solve the problem."

Then he turned to look at Xu Shaohua and asked:

"Student Xu, is my beam drawn straight?"

After Xu Shaohua finished reading it, his face suddenly changed. He had just overlooked this condition for solving the problem. However, he didn't know the duodecimal system either, so he stammered:

"I... at this stage, we are all solving problems in decimal. Duodecaple is beyond the scope."

Wang Bo retracted his gaze and continued to speak to the students below the stage:

"Students, this is why I have repeatedly emphasized to you that mathematics needs to be applied in practice."